Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2010 03:32:39 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Pawn and Porn, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy

Jasper presented himself to the auction at the appointed time.
When he arrived, there were two others there.  The little man
scolded Jasper.  "Why are you late?"

Jasper pointed at the large clock on the wall.  It showed one
minute to one o'clock.

"You dupe, that's a pawned clock, they never tell the correct
time."

Jasper decided it was useless to argue.  He found a chair among
the few that had been set out theater style.  He checked out the
others, trying not to stare.

One attendee was a elderly Chinese.  He was dressed like a
Chinese in the movies with a little hat and loose jacket and
ballooning trousers.  He smiled at Jasper.

The other man was a large middle eastern gentleman wearing a
headdress of black and white checks.  His other clothes were
typical of the type worn throughout the region.

That fellow turned to Jasper.  "I hope that you do not plan to
bid on the large hairy penis.  I need that.  I have ten wives and
when my own penis cannot do the job, I can give them that one to
keep them quiet."

It almost sounded logical.  The Chinese fellow chimed in.  "I
have my own penis, not as small as you think," he said
combatively.  "My intention for the obviously Chinese organ is to
dry it and grind it up to a powder.  In my country, it is
believed that ingesting an organ can cure problems with the same
organ of your body."

Jasper told them that he had no interest in the two penises they
were planning to bid on, only my own which had been pledged for
pawn. He was a bit disconcerted as the other two looked at each
other and winked.

Suddenly the elf banged on a small table in front of the chairs.
"Shut up all of you.  I am getting a headache from all this
yammering."

All of the attendees looked at each other, amazed at the
outburst, but then the elf changed gears and spoke soothingly
realizing that he better be nice as these guys had money to
spend.

"The first penis is a price winner.  Perfectly shaped and
accompanied by a set of testicles that are a match set, of
course.  Shall we start off the bidding at $1200 dollars?"

That penis was Jasper's.  The starting figure was exactly the
amount of pawn and he was gratified.  He spoke out, "I'll bid the
$1200. No need to wrap it, just reattach it and I'll be on my
way."  He had visions of using his new found wealth and penis to
produce lots of entertainment this afternoon.  There were two
bellhops around the hotel that were very tasty looking with their
tight, high waisted pants that emphasized their cute backsides.

"We don't take shouted out bids.  Use the paddle."

"What paddle?"

"You failed to obtain one when you came in, but I can take care
of that now.  They are $1000 each.  How many do you want?"

"I only need one, but they are certainly expensive."

"Well that serves as a deposit against purchase."

"Oh I see. That's seems fair.  Now may I have my penis?"

At that moment he became aware that the other two bidders were
waving their paddles around.  The little man began chanting, "We
have thirteen, fourteen, two thousand.  Do I hear two thousand
two hundred."

Jasper called to his rival bidders.  "Hey, that's my penis, quit
bidding on it."

The Chinese said that he could make a special preparation of a
"round eye's" prick.  It might bring a nice price.  The other
fellow said that he suddenly thought that his harem might have
fun with two extra cocks.

Jasper's eyes filled with tears.  This was an impossible
situation.  These gentlemen could outbid him.  He had lots of
cash, but it was not endless.  Suddenly the dwarf called out
sharply.  "Gentlemen, you are out of order.  This lovely organ
belongs to Mr. Jasper.  I cannot accept your bids.  Mr. Jasper,
it's yours.  Give me the money."

Jasper counted out the $1200 and as he last bill hit the top of
the table, he felt his prick refastening itself.  With a lively
step, he exited the pawn shop while the others quietly cursed
him. The Chinese said clearly, "I hope it falls off and rolls
into an open manhole."  Now that was nasty, thought Jasper.

"I shall buy a new suit," he said suddenly, after seeing his old
suit in a store window.  The store was Saks, an upscale with a
fine men's department.

He immediately spoke to a salesman there.  The fellow was quite
handsome, though older by far than Jasper, yet his sleek physique
and smooth face belied his years. He also had a beautiful wavy
full head of hair.  He must have been proud of it for he smoothed
it often.

"I'm looking for a modern suit, one in a less somber colored
fabric.  The cost is of no concern to me."

What magic words! Henry, the salesman, was tired of these penny
pinching customers who wanted a fine suit for $200 when one must
spend at least a thousand for good material and workmanship.

He purred in Lester's ear, "follow me sir to the measuring room."

Once inside, Gordon, the salesman, handled Jasper like he was an
inanimate clothing dummy, pushing him in and sitting him down on
the bench within.  Somehow Jasper found that being pushed around
was exciting and he began to think of the dapper Gordon, as a
possible conquest.  Little did he know that the lascivious Gordon
had already whispered to another salesman that "He's mine, don't
come into the fitting room."

He bent down and began to remove Jasper's shoes and socks.
Jasper was a little embarrassed at the condition of his shoes.
His socks were old, but he had washed them the night before.  He
said that he will be needing some other items like fine shoes and
other things.  Just then he remembered that he had discarded his
underwear at the hotel, planning to replace them.

"Eh, Mr. Gordon, I can't remove my pants, I have no underpants
on."

Gordon, delighted at his luck said "That's perfectly alright, no
one will bother us,..I mean you."

So off came the pants and the jacket and shirt and there stood a
well formed 29 year old, naked to the gaze of the horny Gordon
whose eyes gleamed in appreciation of the fine penis, not knowing
it had just rejoined its owner.

"Off the peg," he announced.

"What?"

"No time to have a suit made, a fine Eagle or GGG off the peg, I
think."

Jasper was getting a little chilly.  He nodded and sat down on
the cold wooden bench to wait.  In record time, Gordon reappeared
with three suits.  "You are a perfect 41 I believe.  Only the
trouser length will have to altered and the tailor here will do
it while you wait."

The three suits were all acceptable.  Jasper had trouble making a
decision.  Gordon kept draping them over his bare body and taking
the opportunity of touching him so warmly and intimately that
Jasper's hard won penis was responding enthusiastically.

"Oh my, you do have a fine specimen there," said Gordon,
verifying it by several strokes.  Jasper's breath became audible.

Somehow in checking Jasper's measurements, an activity that
seemed redundant since it was already know that he was a perfect
forty one, Gordon's hands strayed.  It was clear to Jasper that
these "accidental" touches were quite purposeful.  And the
fellow, growing more attractive to him, by the moment, knew
exactly where on Jasper's body to land.

The chest measurement required frequent passes of insolent
fingers over his rapidly crinkling and puckering nipple.  That
activity left the other hand to make circular motions on Jasper's
flat smooth tummy with an occasional foray into his inny button.

"Ah yes, there might be necessary to alter the seat of the pants,
you have a slightly prominent but delightful buttocks."  To
illustrate, he caressed the curving butt halves, slipping once or
twice into the dark crevice between.

Jasper was bent over slightly.  Was he encouraging this ass play?
It seemed unlikely for Jasper's experience as a younger fellow
was quite "gay light".  He received a few oral ministrations,
rarely paid back.  As for anal sex, it was just something he had
read about.  Now after several years of monkish living, he was
getting the full treatment and he was an unplayed violin in the
hands of a master.

Gordon, while stimulating his customer, managed skillfully to
remove his own shoes, socks and pants and his $200 dollar shirt,
(costing $50 with employee discount and summer sale) barely hid
his cock protruding between the shirt flaps.

He reached for Jasper's hand that had been just hanging down,
doing nothing and placed it on his rampant organ, moving the
shirt tails aside.  Just touching that hot rod moved Jasper
deeper into total compliance with the wants of this older man.

Gordon whispered hotly into Jasper's ear, "You are a fuck bunny,
I know it.  Tell me you want to be entered, that you want the
ultimate fun."

Jasper, without knowing the full import of his decision, but was
at the point of doing anything this agent of pleasant desired,
nodded his head slightly.

Gordon took that as a complete surrender and he tossed aside any
vestiges of salesman/customer relationships and became in total
charge of obtaining his own pleasure.

He told Jasper to bend over the bench, to hold on to it with the
palm of his hands and shove his pretty ass up in the air.
Jasper, hiccupping with blind desire, complied.

He waited, expecting joy to come, but instead he let out an
ancient Indian war whoop as Gordon's big headed cock pushed into
his tight, unused anus.  Gordon slapped his ass hard.  "Shut up
you fairy boy.  You asked to be fucked and you're going to have
the best fuck."

He reared back and shoved forward.  Jasper was sobbing with pain,
but suddenly, he stopped.  "O-o-o," he uttered.  "That was nice."

Gordon laughed and giggled crazily.  "Sure, I hit your spot.
Dear boy, I hope you know that you are mine for life."

"Please fuck me.  I'll buy two suits."

Gordon heard, but once he was fucking, he forgot the world.  He
became a machine, in and out, fast and slow, hard and harder.
Gordon was dripping pre cum, he was sweating all over his back,
and even his feet were wet.

He began to sing a cum song.  Gordon knew that the young man was
on his way to heaven and once he began his orgasm, that his ass
would clench and unclench and even a pro like Gordon would be
unable to withstand the stimulation to his cock and he would be
off to the races himself.

Then it happened.  Jasper began thrusting like he was fucking
someone, crying out at the ultimate, overwhelming feelings until
he began shooting streams of goo all over the bench.  As he began
his ejaculation, his ass hole massaged the horny salesman and he
felt his rapid free fall into the oblivion of cumming.  He
spurted great gobs of custom-suited cum into the hapless Jasper.
He gripped the young man's sides with a death grip, almost
piecing the skin as his climax erupted.

When he finished, he slipped his pants back on and resumed his
former manner.  "Have you decided which two suits you wish to be
altered?"  He remembered the increase in the order.

Jasper chose. Then he dressed and after the tailor marked up the
suits, they went to the shirt department.  Jasper chose several
expensive shirts and ties and of course silk undershorts, then on
to shoes.

An hour later, he was dressed in his new clothes and had a Saks
bag with his other purchases.  He paid, in cash of course,
watched by Gordon's greedy eyes.

"Say Jasper. What is your profession?"

"Right now I have none, but I was wondering whether..."

"Yes, you would make an excellent suit salesman."

"You really think so.  I am fascinated with the..."

"The fitting process!"


End of story.