Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 18:07:17 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Boy For Hire - chapter 2 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Boy For Hire - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 2 - No turning back. February 2000 The driver was pulling off the interstate and I knew it was now time for me to pay the piper. He kept peeking over at me, grinning with each furtive glance, and there was no question in my mind what he was thinking about. He must have sensed that I was getting more and more nervous, the closer we got to our destination. "Relax, son. I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you. Shit, boy, you're probably hung as well as me. I kind of got shortchanged in the old dick department. My old wand isn't big enough to do any real damage, just big enough to have some fun. Hell, I'll even make you another promise. If you calm down and do as I tell you, you're going to enjoy it. If not, I'll give you twenty bucks for your effort." "What about the ride?" I asked, concerned. "You'll get the ride to where you're going, whether you enjoy the fuck or not." His response did make me feel better, not the part about the money but the part about his having a small prick. If he was sure enough to offer me $20.00 if he hurt me, then he must be reasonably sure that he wouldn't. He doesn't seem the kind who has money to waste. I'm not sure if my logic was flawless, but it sounded good to me and it made me feel better. As he pulled in and parked his vehicle, he told me to hop back into the sleeper and get undressed. That, he explained, meant all of my clothes off. He said that he liked a full show beforehand, to help him get it up. He left the engine running, came back into the sleeper with me, and he pulled the curtain closed, shutting us off from the driving portion of the cab. He had already turned the light on in the sleeper. "Damn, boy, you've sure got a real purdy body there. Yep, and just as I suspeccted, you're probably a shade bigger in the dick department, too." That made me relax even more. I never considered myself big, especially compared to the other guys that I'd seen in the showers at school. In fact, I'd say that I was average. If he's smaller than that, it won't be bad as long as it's not too thick. He had been taking his clothes off as I lay there thinking, and he already had his shirt and trousers removed. He only had on a graying pair of briefs and his socks. I looked at the bulge in his shorts and it appeared that he had been telling the truth about the size of his tool. He slid his jockeys down and out popped a slender, uncircumcised cock, maybe a little over 5" in length. If the length reassured me, then seeing the thickness put me completely at ease. I guess that if I had to pick a penis for my first ass fucking, this would be one of the ones I'd have chosen. Totally naked, he came down beside me and he started running his hands all over my body. "Shit, boy, you're one fine looking specimen, if you don't mind my saying so." "Thank you, sir. I consider that a fine compliment," I answered with more self-assuredness than I would have ever expected from me. "Well, it was meant as a compliment, so that's how you should take it." He paused for a few seconds. "Son, if you let me suck your dick, too, I'll give you an extra $10.00, cash." "Fine," I answered. "Enjoy yourself." He didn't hesitate and bent over and started nibbling on my boyhood. Damn, my second blowjob in just a few hours. Yeah, I just might have learned a way to survive for a while. The old guy had munched and licked everything from the navel on down to mid-thigh. He seemed to have a taste for tender white meat. I'd have to wait to see if he also liked the darker meat of the drumstick. I hadn't been paying attention to what he was doing, and he swallowed my rod in one gulp. This caused me to gasp and I just heard him chuckle softly to himself. He wasn't quite as good as the first guy, so I ended up lifting my hips up and down, face fucking him to get it over with. His mouth did serve its purpose and soon I was reaching my climax. "Oh, yeah. Take it all, you dirty old man. I'm going to shoot. Swallow all of my boy cream. Drink it all up." I was thrusting my hips faster. "Here...here it...cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmms. Ooooooooooohhhhh. Uuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh. " I rammed my meat as far into his mouth as it would go and shot another hot load, this time against the back of my new partner's throat. I could feel it every time he swallowed, I was in so far, and he didn't let even the tiniest drop escape. He let my dick slip from his mouth and he sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Real sweet cum you've got there, boy. Almost like licking honey off of a bear cub's paw." After resting and savoring the flavor of my deposit for a brief time, he leaned over my head and reached into the corner of the compartment for something. He sat back, holding a tube in his hand. "Now, relax, son, and just do what old Frank tells you. I'm going to put some of this KY jelly on my fingers and then I'm going to use them to stretch out that tight hole of yours. I'll do it slowly, so it won't hurt. After I grease you up, I'll slobber some of this stuff on my pecker so it'll slide in real nice. When I go to put it into you, I want you to relax and push down like you're taking a crap. Don't push so hard that you shit all over my bedding, but just enough to open up your chute as much as you can. Do you have all that?" I nodded my head 'yes' and Frank went about his business. He placed his first finger at the muscular ring that protects my opening. He pressed against it, but my anus didn't want to cooperate. I pushed down on my ass muscles like he said, and his finger slipped right in. I had never had anything up my rectum before tonight, but it didn't feel bad. The first guy had just rammed his finger up there and forced his way in. Frank was going very slowly and making sure I felt as little discomfort as possible. I appreciated that fact. Now, he slipped a second finger up inside my virgin hole and started twisting it around and bending the first couple of knuckles inside me. He hit that spot inside of my ass, and I could feel the sparks flying. I jerked and he giggled in response. "That's the old prostate, son. It feels real good when it gets stroked, don't it? My old dick should be stroking it a lot while I'm fucking you. It adds to the pleasure for a man. You'll learn to love that little button more and more each time you have sex." When he finished talking to me, he inserted his third finger and started working the triumvirate around in my tunnel. I was getting real excited now, enjoying the sensations more and more, and Frank just giggled as I squirmed beneath his touch. "I told you that you were going to like it, son. I've got you loosened up, probably more than you need to be loosened for old Frank here, but I wanted to make sure that the screwing wouldn't hurt you. Are you ready, kid? Cause I'm going to give you the ride of your young life. Old Frank might not have a big weapon, but he sure knows how to use it. It's kind of like they say, kid. 'It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.' This old dog still has his teeth and he knows how to use them, so to speak." I got a kick out of the way he put things and how he tried to make me feel better. I think I liked him a little more each minute we spent together. "OK, son. Pull your knees up to your chest and give old Frank a good look at that pucker." I did as he told me. "That's right. That's what you need to do. Now remember, as I start to enter you, you push down a little, like you're taking a dump in the woods." Again, I chuckled at his phraseology. I felt his dick head touch my rosebud and I started pushing down on my anal muscles for him to enter. Once he got by the guardian to the sacred channel, he slid in easily and I felt the hairs of his legs tickle my sensitive ass. He told me that I had done just fine and then he asked me if I needed a minute before he started. I told him that wouldn't be necessary and he began his partial withdrawal, followed by a quick assault on my ass. Once he was in, Frank wrapped his arms around me and started rubbing my back. "Christ, son, what the fuck happened to you?" he asked abruptly, feeling the scars and welts that still remained on my body. I realized what he was asking and tears started to well up in my eyes. As the rising moisture started to cascade down my cheeks, I answered him. "My dad's a drunk and he used to whip me whenever he got shitfaced." "Damn, boy. That's some pretty mean shit back there. Is that what the hell you're running away from?" I just nodded my head in the affirmative. "Well, I guess old Frank don't blame you then. If it had been me, I'd most likely have shot the bastard." "I did kick the crap out of him before I left," I told him proudly. "He was all bruised and bloody when I left, and I even spat on him to show him how much I hated him." "Good for you, boy. He's lucky he got off that easy." His words made me feel much better about my confrontation with my dad. After we finished our conversation, Frank got back to business. He maintained a nice, steady rhythm and I purred as his penis brushed against the responsive organ that lay just inside my entranceway. I guess that I was really surprised by the lack of pain and the overwhelming gratification that I was feeling from this sexual act. I had been very worried about doing this and I had been only praying that it just wouldn't hurt. I never expected to get this much enjoyment from it. Frank started rocking in and out of me faster and faster. I knew he would blow his load soon. He had placed his hand on my cock, which was once again rigid and ready to party, and he pumped it to the same tempo he was working on my butt. He panted very hard and very loudly. I began to worry that he might have a heart attack in his final throws and die atop me. Wouldn't that be fun to try to explain away to a State Police Officer? 'No sir, I didn't kill him. He just had a heart attack as he was fucking my ass. He was having such a good time before he went.' "Oh, God, son. You're so damn tight and so fucking good. Man, I've never felt such a tight boy cunt before." I got the feeling he was enjoying himself. I know, I'm the master of understatement. He was pumping harder now, like the pistons of a sports car as the tachometer approaches the red line, and I knew he couldn't last much longer. "Oh, fuck, kid. Here it comes. I'm going to fill your belly up with all of my baby-making sperm. Oooohhhhhhh. Yeeeeeeeessssssssss. Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh." His cock throbbed and expanded and I felt the hot blasts of his man fluids scalding the deeper reaches of my love tunnel. Seconds later, my own penis exploded in his hand and my jizz shot up into the air and landed all over me, Frank's arm and hand, and some of the bedding. He collapsed backward, letting gravity pull his cock from my butt. There was a strange slurping sound as his penis made its exit, almost sounding like a wet fart. If I wasn't so exhausted, I might have laughed at that strange noise. When he had recovered, Frank tossed me a cleaning rag to clean the spunk off my body and whatever else it was covering. We both dressed and got ready to leave the truck. "Listen up, kid. If anybody in there asks you what you're doing riding with me, you just tell them that you're my grandson and that we're taking a little vacation at the other end of line. If you let them think that you had sex with me, then there will probably be a whole bunch of them fellas that will want a piece of you, too. I'm afraid that some of them wouldn't be as easy a fuck as me, as some of them are packing really big equipment. Shit, some of those guys that I see in the men's room when I'm taking a leak would rip you completely apart. You might even bleed to death before they finish with you." I thanked Frank for his warning and for making my first time so pleasant. He said that it had been his pleasure, not mine, and he took a ten dollar bill and handed it to me. "Here's what I promised you, now let's go inside and get a quick bite before we curl up for a little shut-eye." We went inside, had our meal, and then we came back to the sleeper for some actual sleep. I curled up on my side and Frank cuddled up to my back and draped his arm over my chest. Here, a total stranger was showing me more affection on our first day together than my father had shown for me over the course of my entire life. How can you account for that? When his travel alarm went off a couple of hours later, he left me there and got back into his seat to drive. I continued to sleep with the gentle rocking of the big rig and the hum of the tires over the highway. It was a sweet lullaby that kept me company until I awoke. I awoke startled, forgetting what had happened and where I was, but once I looked around and regained my senses, I moved into the cab and sat on the seat next to my sex instructor. "Where are we?" I wanted to know. "We've got about another hour or so till we reach Ft. Lauderdale. You ready for some breakfast?" "You don't have to buy me breakfast. You've already done enough." "Hell, son, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I want to buy you breakfast, so are you ready for it?" "Yes, thank you." "We stopped at a small dinner and Frank bought me a huge breakfast. I had three pancakes, two eggs, home fries, four pieces of toast, and orange juices. I think he was afraid that once he left me off, I might not be eating on a regular basis. Before we got back in his rig, I gave him a hug and thanked him for his kindness. He blushed a little from my public display of affection but, looking around, he realized that he didn't know any of these people, so who gives a damn. We rode on until we reached the mall that Frank had told me about, and we parted ways. I thanked him, several times, for his extreme kindness and generosity and he wished me luck. He also gave me a pager number that I could reach him at, in case I ever decided that I needed a ride back home. I shed a few tears as I watched him drive off and then I went straight for the mall to see what I could find. Frank had been correct. It was a huge mall. There was everything in there that I might need, except for a shower and a laundry. As I later discovered, there was a small park nearby. It had a little lake and lots of bushes that I could use to keep me hidden and out of sight. There was a small brick storage shed that had full, thick hedges running around it on three sides. I decided to hide my black duffel bag on the back side of the building and I would also sleep there. There was a slight overhang to the roof, which would help when it rained, and I doubted that many people walked past the back anyway. There was only about a lawnmower's width between the hedge and the chain link fence. Yes, until I found some place better, this would be my new home. Now that I'd stashed my gear, I used my time to explore the mall, the neighborhood, and I tried to find out as many interesting things as I could about the area. It looked like a fairly affluent community and I was sure that the mall would work out as my base of operation to peddle my wares, as you might say. I had seen a curved wooden bench that ran all around the outer edge of the fountain that sat in the center of the mall. This would be my post during the day and I'd stroll the outer walkway, near the main entrance or the theater entrance, in the evenings. I also walked completely around the exterior of the mall, looking for other exits. I also looked for possible hiding places, places I could take prospective clients for a little action, and then I just tried to get a feel for the lay of the land. Then I went back inside, locating all of the rest rooms and making mental notes which ones had the least traffic. I scoped out the most private and isolated stalls and I made mental notes of which ones I might be able to hide in overnight, if it got real bad outside. I knew that I couldn't do this often - there would be too much chance of getting caught, but there would be occasions when I would need a nice dry sanctuary. Next, I parked myself on a bench in an obscure spot against the wall, so I could study the shoppers without bringing attention to myself. I had already become aware that there were quite a few upscale stores in this mall, shops that would attract wealthier patrons. The more financially secure the people were that entered the mall, the greater the possibility that I could make money strutting my stuff. I wanted to check the age range of the shoppers out as well, hoping that I might attract guys nearer to my own age. Hopefully they would be attractive guys, so I wouldn't feel so disgusted by what I was going to be doing. I sat on that bench until closing time, only taking toilet and meal breaks. I skipped lunch, because I had eaten such a large breakfast, and I ate dinner in an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. They lost money on that meal. Hehehe. I went back to my observation post and I scanned the crowd once more. When I first arrived at the mall, it was filled with young mothers and their small children, senior citizens, and employees from all of the various outlets. Occasionally you would see others mixed in there that didn't fall into any of those groups, but it was rare. By three o'clock, the mall started to fill with students, and after dinner it also included business people. Scanning the various individuals that roamed around the interior, there was definitely a lot of money represented by that diverse crowd. I might be able to score with some of the older teenagers and some of the younger businessmen. There were a large number of very attractive people here and my hopes were high. Now, I just had to plan my strategy to attract the right type of individual. When the mall closed, I went back to my new abode to settle in for the evening. I took out the two small blankets from my duffel bag, placed one on the ground, and I used the other to cover myself. I used the bag as a pillow, after I gave it a few healthy whacks to slim it down, and I settled down. I was lying in between the hedge and the back, outer wall of the building for my first night in town. I fell asleep gazing up into the wonderfully clear night sky, thanking God that it was a fairly warm February evening. I mentally reviewed the list of clothing that I had brought with me, deciding how I would dress for work tomorrow. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.