Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 15:50:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Wilson <talesofyouth@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discrete Transactions Part 5 GM/YF

Although the following is based on true events, all characters and
locations are purely fictional. If you are under 18 or this type of writing
is illegal in your local, please stop reading now.

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     In the fifth installment of this series our main character starts to
make money and gets an unexpected ally.
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     As soon as I entered Mike's house I felt a little strange being there,
and although we had been friends for some time what I knew would happen
soon made me uncomfortable while also somewhat excited about making easy
money. I would later learn that guilt can have a high price.

     Mike led me into the kitchen where he offered me a tall glass of soda,
and we engaged in small talk about the rain, my new clothes, and when we'd
have baseball practice again. Out Little League couldn't afford a tarp for
the field so it would have to dry out naturally before we could expect to
play again.

     As we stood there in the kitchen I couldn't keep my eyes off of Mike's
body, and it didn't seem accidental that he was just wearing a pair of grey
sweatshorts that didn't hide the head of his semihard penis, made more
obvious by not wearing undies. He wants me to look at him, I thought to
myself.

     After we finished our soda he said lets go upstairs and I grabbed my
gym bag and started heading up the long main staircase when his phone rang
and he told me to go on up to his room while he answered the phone. Midway
up the steps I could hear he was talking to his Mom so I figured she was
checking up on him. I went into his room and sat on the bed and waited for
him to join me.

     Mike's room was rather warm compared to the rest of the house, almost
to the point where it felt like the air conditioning had been shut off for
a while, and I started to feel stuffy. I stretched out on his bed and put
my arms behind my head and relaxed, waiting for him to come in.

     After about ten minutes Mike came in and apologized, telling me his
Mom kept talking about the dance competition his sister was in-which he
made clear to me he wasn't the slightest bit interested in!-and that they
would probably be back later on the next night. We engaged in more small
talk, and then Mike finally brought up the real purpose behind me spending
the night.

     "Are you ready?", he asked and I said, "Yeah, but it's kinda stuffy up
here."

     "I know, I closed the AC vent so it wouldn't get cold...I have a
idea?"

     "What?", I asked and before I knew it he was grabbing my shirt at the
bottom and pulling it over my head. His eyes never left me, and soon he was
touching me all over me chest, gently just like I had felt in the dream I
had a few hours earlier. I felt the familar stiffening in my shorts, but
Mike didn't seem interested in that.

     "Is that better?"

     "Yeah"

     "You ready?"

     "If you are", I said nervously.

     Mike went over to his dresser and opened the drawer, pulling out five
singles which I immediately put into my gym bag, and while it was open I
pulled out the dirty mag I brought with me. Mike's eyes lit up when he saw
it and I noticed that his penis now looked like a tentpole in his shorts.

     "Holy Shit!!! Where did you get this?" he asked in an enthusiastic
tone.

     "I found my uncle's hiding place in my bedroom, it was in there with
some other junk", I said then realized that I didn't want him to know about
the other stuff.

     "Anything else like this?"

     "No," I lied, "just some stupid stuff."

     I wanted to change the topic so I made the bold move of sliding my
fingers over his stiff protrusion in his shorts, which made him shudder. We
were both nervous even though we didn't say it, so I wanted to take my time
with things. Part of me wanted to grab my gym bag and run straight home but
deep down I knew there was no turning back for me. I decided to go for
broke and ask him something that I found was easier to think that say:

     "For five more bucks...I'll...I'll...put it...I'll put it in my
mouth", I stammered, barely able to get the words out.

     "Really?" he said with a shocked expression on his face, "You'd do
THAT?"

     "I guess so?", and then I felt immediate regret for saying that, and
Mike's face when from shock to a smile. The smirk on his face made him look
like somebody with a big secret they just couldn't wait to tell someone. I
had to make a quick comeback.

     "If you tell anyone that I'll fucking kill you!" and then his whole
face changed the familar jovial expression that made him so personable.

     "Yeah, Scott I'll tell everybody I'd pay you to suck on my
dick. Everyone will want to me my friend then!"

     His dry wit releived my fear, and then he started to walk out of the
bedroom and told me he'd be right back...after a few minutes went by I was
getting scared and then he walked back into the room, this time carrying
his sweatshorts in one hand and a five dollar bill in the other. He penis
was soft, but I had a feeling that would change soon.

     "My Mom left some money for me if I wanted to go out for lunch
tomorrow...I can always eat something here."

     "She won't ask about it?"

     "No, she never does",he said and then he looked at me funny and
asked,"Are you sure about this?"

     "Yeah"

     "Want me to wash it off first? If you want I will?"

     "No, it's okay...girls do it so it can't be that bad?"

     I now felt the nervousness that must have been affecting Mike, but as
my Dad had always told me, when you get paid to do a job you better do it.

     I told Mike to stand up and he nervously stood up and faced me, his
penis head now retracted into the outer skin like a turtle hiding under
it's shell. I needed to relax him, so I told Mike to close his eyes and let
me do whatever I wanted, that it'd feel good. He closed his eyes and I told
him not to open then unless I said he could, and he just said okay.

     I knew what I HAD to do next, but I was in no hurry. We had all night
so I tried to think of some way to stretch things out. In a flash it came
to me.

     "Hey, remember that game against Palmer Building when you pitching, I
was catching and you threw nine straight strikes in the sixth and we won?"

     He opened his eyes and said,"Yeah,that was so awesome!My arm hurt for
three days but we won"

     "Hey,close your eyes!" I said and he did.

     "Sorry. What does that have to do with you sucking my dick?"

     "Well, just imagine it's after the game and I'm giving you a
present. You have your uniform anywhere?"

     "Yeah, in the closet."

     "Well, put it on. It'll be funner that way."

     Mike went to his closet and pulled out the baseball uniform, and put
on the jersey first, and then was about to slip into the pants when I
stopped him.

     "Put on your cup"

     "Do I have to?"

     "Yeah, cummon it'll be more real that way!"

     Mike rifled through the drawers of his dresser and didn't find it so
he then looked into his hamper and pulled it out. "I guess my Mom didn't
wash it yet?"

     "That's okay" I said not realizing what being in the hamper really
meant.

     "Okay Scott, whatever you want", he said and then added, "it's kinda
stuffy up here. Want to go to the basement?"

     "Sure"

     I grabbed the dirty magazine and followed Mike down to his basement,
which was mostly empty except for a few boxes against the wall and an old
sleeper sofa. The only light source came from a single bulb mounted in the
ceiling. All the windows had dark curtains over them which were closed.

     We now had to get back to the business of me sucking his penis, so I
started to unfold a fantasy, making it up as I went along and having a hard
time believing the words were actually coming out of my mouth.

     We stood facing each other and I told him to close his eyes again and
let me do whatever I wanted. He closed his eyes and nodded to me and I
started telling him the fantasy about what really happened after the game.

     (After The Game-A Fantasy)

     At the ballfield I'm behind home plate, and though my catcher's mask I
see the scoreboard. We're up by a run, and it's the bottom of the sixth and
the count is 0-2, 2 outs. On the mound is ace pitcher Mike Thompson, and I
give him the sign for the curve ball, his secret weapon. He pitches and the
hitter swings at nothing and the ball fires into my glove.

     STRIKE THREE! YOU'RE OUT!!!

     I run to the pitcher's mound and give Mike a big hug, his warmth
filling my body and our cups rubbing together. Soon we're surrounded by the
other players, who all hug and jump on Mike. As we walk back to the dugout
I tell him to come over to my place to collect on his bet. He smiles at me.

     Now we're in my bedroom, the blinds are shut and we're facing each
other in our uniforms. I hug him again, this time slower and more
deliberatly and I kiss him on his lips. You're better than Katie Morgan he
tells me as I pull my lips away, and I tell him Katie doesn't suck dick
does she? He smiles and says she does now.

     I pull off his baseball cap and he does the same to me, and then I
slowly pull off his jersey, getting a whiff of the sweaty hairless
underarms and seeing his small boyboobs bounce as the shirt goes over
them. I get on my knees and untie his cleats and pull them off followed by
the tall socks, and then I reach up and undo the sports belt and I slide
the grey pants down his knees then off. Standing in front of me clad only
in his cup I stand up and rub my hands over his slightly chubby chest,
tickling his nipples. I run my hands through his hair and then he closes
his eyes and I kneel before him, licking his deep belly button and then
rubbing my hands over his smooth butt, squeezing each cheek gently then
caressing his equally hairless thighs. I push his legs together and slowly
pull the front of the cup out and then shimmy the white jock down his
thighs, and his smooth penis pops out at me, ready for my attention.

    I slide the strap all the way down his things, and then off and I sniff
his sweaty, barren crotch. It smells faintly like peanut butter, and I lick
the area around the folds of his crotch and tickle the skin of his relaxed
sack, then lick it slowly, tasting it's saltiness.

    Oh Katie suck me please suck me!

    I guide the swollen member into my mouth and suck on it like it's a
straw, and I slide it in and out on a slow rythmn. I squeeze his buttcheeks
and rub my hands over his thighs, and as his breathing becomes faster he
starts to moan, and I slow down and suck even harder.

     Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he moans and then tenses up and the
hardness in my mouth twitches several times and then gradually becomes
soft. I slowly suck on it but he begs me to stop and I do.

     Oh Katie, that felt great!!!!

     (Back to reality)

     As I stood on my knees in front of Mike I found myself feeling weird
about what I had just done, committing the ultimate taboo and taking money
for the lewd act. I had a boner since I started undressing him which made
me feel all the more strange...did I like doing this?

     Mike looked at me and asked me if I was okay, and I just nodded my
head. He said lets go get some more soda, and as we walked up the steps
into the kitchen he told me he had to pee, and I also felt a strong urge to
do the same. He was still naked and didn't seem to care, and I was halfway
there just wearing shorts and undies and shoes.

    "Want to pee together? he said laughingly, and I said "Sure"

    We went into the bathroom and stood in front of the bowl, and I pulled
my shorts and undies down together and held my now semisoft member and
aimed, but seconds before I let out my stream Mike pushed my hands out of
the way and held mine while I emptied my bladder and I reached over and
aimed his, which felt sticky from my saliva. We shook each other off, and
then Mike said lets go back downstairs. I pulled my shorts up and followed
him downstairs, and Mike pulled out the matress of the sleeper sofa which
had sheets and pillows under the blanket.

     "Want to sleep down here?"

     "I guess so?"

     Mike then slid under the sheets and stretched out, placing his arms
behind his head.

     "Lay down with me" Mike said, almost begging.

     I took off my shoes and was about to lay down when Mike told me to
take everything off, and I reluctantly did. I turned my back to him and
slid off my socks, then my shorts and undies in one motion. I slid under
the cool sheets and Mike pulled me toward him gently. It felt great laying
next to him and taking in his warmth, and soon my erection had returned. He
put his arm around my shoulder and I did the same to him and we cuddled for
a few moments.

     "Have you ever done that before?" Mike asked.

     "No" I replied, knowing that what I did in the dream didn't count.

     "Well it was awesome!"

     "Thanks"

     "So you charge five bucks for a handjob and ten for a suckjob?"

     "Yeah"

     "And what do you make cutting grass?

     "Two for a small yard and three for a big one" I said, not really
seeing where he was going with this.

     "If you did a couple of handjobs you'd make what you do cutting grass,
and it'd be easier. One blowjob would be like doing three big laws, in a
lot less time!"

     "I'm just doing it for the money, not because I want to!" I grunted
even though I knew I was lying.

     "I know you're not into it, but I know a lot of guys here who'd pay
you to do that to them. All they have to do is say they need a few bucks to
go out and they get it"

     "Really? My Mom would never do that!"

     "Some of my friends get ten or twenty bucks a week allowance, and if
they need food money that get that too"

     "Wow, nobody I know gets that" I said.

     "Blackville isn't exactly a rich area, but there's a lot of doctors
here in Carolton. Should tell you something?"

     I felt insulted so I punched Mike in the arm lightly, and he let out a
slight yelp and said, "Nothing personal Scott, you just live in a poor
area. If you did lawns here you'd make a lot more money because you could
charge more".

     What he was saying started to make sense, and then I realized he was
offering to get me new customers.

     "So you know other boys that would pay me do stuff to them?"

     "Yeah, if I tell them how good you were. You have any more dirty
mags?"

     "A couple. Why?"

     "You could charge then to come over to your place and look at them, I
dunno two bucks or something. If they want a handjob charge five and ten
for a suckjob".

     "Are you serious?"

     "Your Mom's never home, and you have that basement to yourself. You
got it made! You can sneak in and out if you wanted and who'd notice?"

     "True"

     "You could still cut grass, but you'd make more money doing
this. Maybe you could get someone to help you, a partner or something?"

     "Maybe?"

     "Well, tomorrow I'll talk to some of my friends, I won't tell them who
you are or anything, I'll just tell them what they get for the money".

     "If anyone told I'd be dead!"

     "Nobody will talk, believe me. This isn't something you tell your
parents!"

     Mike had convinced me to do with other boys what I had reluctantly
done with him, and now I started to think it was a good idea, although I
still felt funny about it. Now I was in bed naked with another boy, one
that I had just had sex with. He was right about one thing, this wasn't
something you could talk to your parents about.

     We went to bed right after that, and even though it was probably only
nine-thirty we were rather tired. I had shared a bed with Mike before
during sleepovers, but this made things different between us.

     The next day would bring me new opportunities.

     And new challanges.