Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2022 20:51:37 -0400
From: Edgar Friendly
Subject: Come visit my world

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Edgar Friendly


Come visit my world

mmmyeahhhdaddy!

A young boy's voice broke the silence of my bedroom.

mmmyeahhhDADDY!

His moans of pleasure got louder.

mmmyeaHHHDADDY!

mmmYEAHHHDADDY!

MMMYEAHHHDADD-

BANG!

My fist hit the top of my alarm clock. I wished, as I did every day, that
those moans were being made by a real boy in my bed but no. Just time to
wake up. Alone... again.

My dick was throbbing. Hard as a rock and ready to bury in some fresh boy
cunt- No... no time for that. No boy either, 'When will I have my boy?' I
thought.

I got up and out of bed, my dick swaying as I made my way to the kitchen
where I switched on the radio. I like to listen to the morning show on
BLVR-MAX. It's hosted by this pair of 'Catholic priests' Paul and Saul
who call themselves the fiddling fathers. This morning their guest was DJ
Slippyfingers and his little muse. The interview was almost over by the
time I tuned in.

"... and the new track is called, 'I love being gay'?" Paul asked

"That's right." Answered a man I assumed must be DJ Slippyfingers, "And I
owe it all to this little guy right here haha."

The giggles of a boy obviously being tickled could be heard, "Hahaha stop
it! haha."

"And how's that?" Saul asked.

"Well Tristan... You know what? You go ahead and tell'em."

 "Okay umm... " The ten year old spoke in an eloquent British accent,
"... well, we had just finished and I was stuffing my butt crack with
paper towels-"

"Very hot." paul interjected.

"-It was haha. Err... yeah! Then I just turned to him and said I love
being gay."

"As soon as I heard those words the whole thing just appeared in my head
and I knew I had to record it." DJ Slippyfingers explained, "It's
Tristan's voice you hear on the track.

"Half the lines were recorded with his dick up my arse hehe." Tristan
added.

"Shhh! Trade secret remember? Haha."

"Oh right haha. Sorry." The noises of passionate kissing could be heard.

"Aww. You two are so cute together." Saul observed.

"Indeed they are." Agreed Paul, "So it was this new track that got the
attention of Boylove records?"

"Mmm! Mmmwah! No... ahem." DJ Slippyfingers broke the kiss to answer the
question, "No, they heard a few demos and liked my stuff so they offered
me a contract. This is just the first track I've recorded with them."

"The studio is HUGE!" Tristan added, "There's plenty of room for me to
suck his dick while he spins."

"They certainly have an eye for talent." Paul said.

"Oh yeah, they're a great label. I like all the artists they sign." Saul
agreed before saying, "Well folks it's a quarter after so it's time for a
short break but first let's listen to that brand new track from DJ
Slippyfingers, 'I love being gay.'"

The track started to play and I gotta say I loved it. I like club and
house music so it was right up my alley. The boys voice did indeed appear
throughout insisting that he loves being gay. He asserted his love of man
cock, specifically big hairy man cock and the pleasure he derived from
making them big and thick and hard. He told of how he likes to lick hard
man cock like a lollipop then Tristan explained his love of cum
encouraging the listener to cum on his face, cum in his mouth and cum in
his tight boy hole. All in all it was a great song and I made a mental
note to download it later as I finished my coffee and toast then headed
to the bathroom.

After a quick shower and getting dressed it was time to hit the street
and walk to work. I don't drive. Living in the city there's no point and
the journey is always full of beautiful boys. Walking along I looked up
at the billboards advertising various products.

The first showed a boy of about twelve kneeling, wearing just a red
speedo. In his right hand he held a large black rubber dildo while his
left rubbed his crotch, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide his
erection. The caption read, 'Sammy's sluts. Cum have some fun with our
boys'. 'Pfff!' I thought, 'Yeah right! Sammy's is a rip off and they
treat their boys like crap. I'm a Boy butts bar man.'

The next showed a boy of about nine or ten laying face down and naked,
looking back over his shoulder at me. His beautiful bubble butt was right
up to the camera and his hands were pulling his cheeks apart to show off
his pink puckered hole. The caption on that one read, 'When my daddy
makes love to me he ONLY uses KY Jelly. That's how I know he really
cares' I could tell that hole had seen some action but was still tight as
fuck. Whoever breeds that boy must be a professional.

The next advertised this months show at my favourite place, 'Boy butts
bar'. I looked up and was pleasantly surprised, 'Oh wow!' I thought, 'The
Chipendiddies? They actually managed to book THE Chipendiddies? Oh shit!
And it says they're gonna do the full monty! Damn, I am getting tickets!
I wonder if Adrian would like to go with m-'

HONK!

The horn of the truck knocked me out of my thoughts and brought me back
to reality. I had been so engrossed in my thoughts I didn't realise I had
stepped into the street. I looked at the angry expression on the driver's
face through the windshield as he glared at me. I held up my hands as I
stepped back onto the sidewalk, "Sorry... sorry."

The driver pulled away and shot me an angry look as he passed me and the
other pedestrians waiting for the little man to turn green. I looked to
my right and saw a man and his eleven year old son making out as they
waited with the rest of us. I had to smile to myself. It's so nice to see
a man and his boy sharing their love and affection openly. In the bad old
days people would have attacked them and the man would be arrested but
not anymore. We grew up as a society and were finally honest with
ourselves about love and sex. This is a free love society now and it's
fucking great!

When the signal changed I crossed the street and came to the entrance of
the public park that I walk through on my way to work every morning. It's
a lovely place with large fields, trees, picnic tables and public
barbecue pits. I stopped at one of the benches to drink in the beauty all
around me and looked over to a group of men and boys doing boylove yoga.
I haven't done it myself but my colleagues who have boys have told me
that it's a great way to work out new positions in which they can make
love to their lads. The boys love it too. It helps them understand their
bodies better and how to really pleasure themselves and their daddies.

Each man was sat open legged with his boy in between them. The men were
holding their sons' feet and pulling their legs apart as per the
instructor's direcrions, "That's great guys. Really great. Oh, Mr.
Barnes? I think little Martin's legs could stretch a bit more than that."

"Oh. Okay." The man the instructor had addressed pulled back on his boys
feet pulling the lads legs open wider, "Is that okay sweetheart?"

"Hmmm... Yes daddy." The boy replied.

"Such a good boy." The instructor praised the lad, "Alright everyone,
back to your starting positions... and great work today. Have a lovely
day and I'll see you all next week."

I walked on as the gathered men and boys began to pack up their mats and
equipment while putting their clothes back on.

Coming to the centre of the park I walked by the large fountain that was
there, it's centre adorned by dozens of bronze statues of boys and men
engaged in various sex acts with each other. Their faces contorted in
expressions of sexual ecstasy while water shot from their cocks in spurts
as if they were cumming. I love it here. On school days boys gather here
in the morning to offer sexual favours to men for a little cash which
they use to buy candy before the school day starts but not today.
School's out for summer vacation so they're probably all selling
themselves down at the beach.

A short walk on and I exited the park back onto the street before
crossing the road again. I could see my place of work, the large glass
building housing the world headquarters of 'Boy fuck monthly', the most
widely read boylove magazine in all the USA. I write for the food and
entertainment section.

Approaching the entrance I could see my partner Marcus with his eleven
year old son Tommy. Marcus was telling him, "No. Forty bucks is enough."

Tommy sighed and looked down at the ground, a sad expression on his face,
"Fine."

Marcus placed a finger under the boy's chin and lifted his face up to his
own, "Does daddy get a kiss?"

"Sure." Tommy replied and reluctantly pecked his daddy on the lips.

"Hey come on now. I mean a real kiss"

Tommy smiled and brought his lips to those of his father. The two of them
began to make out passionately as I watched Marcus's hands move down the
front of Tommy's shorts.

"Hmm!" Tommy broke the kiss, "Daddy haha. You're gonna make me hard
again."

"And that's bad?" Marcus asked.

"When you've gotta go to work, yeah!" Tommy pointed out.

"Haha. Yeah, you're right. That isn't fair of me." Marcus conceded,
"Okay, you have a great day champ and I'll see you when I finish work. I
love you."

With one last kiss Tommy bid his daddy goodbye, "Love you too daddy." He
turned and walked past me, his blue eyes shining under his blond hair as
he smiled at me, "Hey Ed."

"Tommy." I nodded then looked at Marcus, "You two are adorable."

"No. He's adorable." Marcus replied then pointed at me, "And he's all
mine."

"I know I know. He's all yours." Marcus is a good friend but incredibly
jealous when it comes to Tommy. He wouldn't share him with any man
although he does send me pics and vids of them fucking from time to time.
I think it's more bragging than generosity but hey, I'll take it.

We walked into the lobby and signed in at reception before making our way
to the elevator and pressing the button to call it. While we waited I
heard the noise of giggling and laughter from behind me. I turned around
and had my breath taken away, "Damn... " I gazed at the group of a dozen
gorgeous boys ranging in age from about five up to around fourteen who
had just walked in the front door.

Marcus followed my gaze, "Oh yeah. Model boys are always the hottest.
They're here for the photoshoot."

I looked at Marcus, "Photoshoot?"

"Don't tell me you forgot?" My blank expression confirmed I had in fact
forgotten so he reminded me, "Remember? The new Calvin Klein's boy
thongs? The boss was so happy we beat out those assholes over at 'Boy
central' for the advertising gig."

"Oh yeah." Now I remembered. Our boss Mr. Baker had been ecstatic we had
got the contract and not our closest competitors in the boylove magazine
space, "You wanna go and check them out when they're shooting?"

"Does the pope fuck little boys? Haha." Marcus replied as the elevator
doors opened and we stepped into it, "We'll go and have a peek at
lunch."

"Mornin' Mr. Thorpe. Mr. Friendly." The elevator boy greeted us in his
sexy southern accent, "Eighth floor?"

"Yes Charles. Thank you." I replied and the ten year old turned to press
the button for our floor. I looked the almost naked boy up and down as I
do everyday and noticed something, "Those aren't your usual speedos?"

Charles looked up at me, "No sir. The boss wants all the boys on staff to
wear the new Calvin Klein thongs. Somethin' 'bout really pushin' the
product every way we can."

"Oh that makes sense." I replied as I admired his little package
perfectly accentuated in the expertly designed boy thong.

"I'll say." Marcus agreed while looking at Charles' slender frame
himself, "Hell, we could sell anything if we put it on a hot boy like
you."

Charles went red in the face and looked at the floor, "Aww shucks Mr.
Thorpe. You're makin' me blush."

"Well it's true." Marcus insisted, "You are a sexy little thing."

Charles looked up with a coy smile, "Well thank you kindly." The elevator
dinged as it arrived at it's destination and the doors opened. Charles
announced in his high voice, "Eighth floor. Sports, food and
entertainment."

"Thanks Charles." I said as we stepped off the elevator.

"Y'all have a nice day gentlemen." Charles said as the doors closed
again.

Marcus and I walked to the desk we had shared for the last six years, sat
down in front of our laptops and logged in to check our messages. I saw I
had one from sports, "Huh... "

"What?" Marcus asked.

"Sports messaged me." I told him, "They want to know if one of us can
help them out with covering the boylove olympics."

"Seriously?!" Marcus was indignant, "Their team is way bigger than ours.
Hell, me and you ARE the team on food and entertainment. Tell'em no."

"Nah if I do that they'll just go to Baker and he'll order one of us to
do it." I replied, "I'll tell them we can help with the write ups but
since it's in Barbados this year neither of us can go. We have too much
on."

"Good plan." Marcus replied and returned his attention to his own
notifications. He clicked through a few before something caught his eye,
"Oh shit!" I looked at him as he leaned into his screen to read more,
"Ooohhhh shit!"

"What?" I asked.

Marcus looked at me with a gleam in his eye, "You are gonna love this."

"Tell me."

Marcus cleared his throat and read from his screen, "After a long bidding
battle Netflix has beaten out Hulu for the rights to... " He paused for
effect, "... The belated education of Charlie Hibbs-"

"No fucking way!"

Marcus grinned as he kept reading, "The 27 episode series will begin
shooting this fall and should be on our screens late next year." He
looked at me, "Dude! They're finally doing it!"

"Holy shit." This was the best news I had gotten in a very long time,
"Does it say who'll be playing Charlie? Or Seb?"

"Umm... " Marcus scanned the text, "No. No information on casting yet...
I wonder who'll play Aaron?"

"A boy with experience I'm sure." I replied. I returned to looking
through my own notifications and saw I had one from the boss, "What's
Shota sushi?"

"Oh that's the new Japanese restaurant." Marcus said, "It's great. I took
Tommy there last week. Why do you ask?"

"The boss wants me to review it for next month's issue." I told him.

"Oh you are gonna love it. They prepare the food right in front of you
and serve it on a naked boy. You actually eat it right off of his body
with chopsticks. Be careful if you wanna have sex with the lad afterwards
though. They expect a big tip."

"How big?" I asked.

"Well Tommy begged me to let him have sex with the boy and you know I
can't say no to him so I did. When the bill came I almost died."

"Yeah?"

"Yep." Marcus nodded, "The food and drinks were pretty reasonable but the
boy... " He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Four hundred bucks."

"Jesus!" I could hardly believe it, "Well... I hope he was worth it."

"According to Tommy he was but he would say that." Marcus grinned, "He
wasn't the one who had to pay haha."

"Haha yeah." I laughed along with him and soon noticed Marcus just
staring at me, "What?"

"You know... you could take a boy with you when you go to review it."

"Not this again." I said exasperated.

"Yes this again." Marcus persisted, "You need a boy in your life."

"I have a boy in my life." I retorted.

"Adrian doesn't count."

"Why not?" I asked, "He likes me."

"Because he is PAID to like you... by YOU. I mean a real boy in your
life."

"Adrian's cock feels real enough."

If Marcus was going to continue the argument he was stopped by Alejandro
from the sports team approaching us both, "Hey guys-"

"If this is about the boylove olympics we can help with the write ups but
neither of us can go to Barbados." Marcus thought he knew what Alejandro
wanted.

"Oh. Err... That's great umm. Thanks. That'll really help us out but this
isn't about that." Alejandro looked at me, "Hey Ed. How you doing?"

"I'm fine." I replied, "How are you?"

"I'm good. Say, do you remember meeting my sons at the company picnic a
couple years back?"

"Sure." I did remember meeting them. Young Alejandro jr. and Diego were
two hot pieces of ass, "How are your sons?"

"They're okay... well, for the most part." Alejandro bit his bottom lip
for a moment. He clearly had something on his mind, "Actually, that's
what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to ask you... well, I wanted
to ask for your help with something."

"Oh?" My interest was piqued, "How can I help?"

"Well, since he turned eleven Diego has been getting... a little jealous
of me and his brother. It's natural and to be expected of course but I
really think he would benefit from some one on one time with a man that
can provide him with the attention he deserves so... I was wondering...
"  I could see where this was going, "Ed, you're still single right?"

"Yes he most certainly is." Marcus answered for me with a smile.

"Oh cool. Well, how would you like to take Diego out?"

I opened my mouth to speak but again Marcus answered for me, "Ed would
love to go on a date with Diego. In fact he can take him to that new
Japanese place tonight-"

"No!" I cut in, "I can't tonight. I have plans."

"Tomorrow then." Marcus just smiled.

"That would be perfect!" Alejandro said, "Diego loves Japanese food and
when we walked past there a few days ago he said how hot the door boy
was."

They both looked at me with hopeful eyes. I sighed, "Fine. What time
should I pick him up?"

"He'll be ready at seven o'clock. Thanks Ed. You're really helping me
out." I could see the relief on Alejandro's face, "Okay, I gotta get back
to it. Have a great day guys."

"You too man." I said as Alejandro walked away then I turned to my
grinning team member, "Okay, you have GOT to stop doing that."

"No can do." Marcus replied, "I'm your wing man."

"I never asked you to be." I pointed out.

"Regardless, you need one. Anyway, what have you got planned for tonight
that's so important?" I just stared at him and he instantly knew, "Oh for
fuck sake Ed! Again?!"

"Where I spend my evenings is my business." I said.

"I swear that boy is gonna put you in the poor house." I didn't respond
so Marcus kept talking, "He doesn't love you Ed. He can't. You're just a
client to him. There's no future for the two of you-"

"I'm gonna grab me a coffee." I stood up and walked away from my
colleague and the conversation I didn't want to have.

A few hours later I put the finishing touches on my review of 'Boys,
burgers and beer', the bar and grill where the food is served by lads
dressed up as mini cowboys. They are so cute in their little hats and
boots. After dark they are dressed ONLY in their little hats and boots. I
like to eat late. I sent it to the editing department and turned to
Marcus, "So. Lunch?"

"Hell yeah." He agreed, "Where you wanna go?"

"I'm feeling hot dogs." I said as I stood up then noticed a new message
had just come through from the boss. I opened it, "Ahhh crap."

"What?" Marcus asked.

"Baker wants to see me." I said.

"Right now?" Marcus asked and I nodded, "Okay. You go see him and I'll
meet you down on four." He began walking towards the elevator.

"Sure." I walked towards the door to Mr. Baker's office and knocked.

I heard, "Enter." and I walked into the room to find my boss sat behind
his desk, his twelve year old assistant Andrew was sat naked in his lap.
Mr. Baker was masturbating the boy and talking softly to him, "Good
boy... there's a good boy... you wanna be a very good boy for me?"

Andrew moaned softly and squealed in his thick Scottish accent, "Hmmm aye
sir... ohhh I... ahhh I want to be a very good boy for you sir."

"Of course you do... well go ahead and cum for me sweetie... " Mr. Baker
held the boy close to him with one arm while his other continued to rub
the boy's cock vigorously, "Go on... cum for your boss."

"Hmm! Oh! Oh sir I... Sir I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum for you sir!
Ahh! Ahhh! Aaahhhhhhh... " Andrew's cock shot forth three spurts of clear
boy cum that landed on his smoothe chest and tummy.

"Good boy!" Mr. Baker praised his assistant, "Very good boy! Great work!
Okay. Just stay like that for a moment." Mr. Baker licked the sweet boy
juice off of the lads belly and chest that were still rising and falling
with his panting, "Mmm... best taste in the world. There's really nothing
like it. Okay. Up you get."

"Thank you sir." Andrew stood up and began to pull back on his Calvin
Klein boy thong, "Can I get you anything sir?"

"No I'm fine, thank you." Mr. Baker replied.

"Aye sir. Would you like your balls emptied now or after lunch?" Andrew
asked.

"After." Mr. Baker replied, "And I'll be fucking your ass so you might
want to spend the next hour stretching."

"Aye sir." Andrew walked past me to leave the office through the door,
"Mr. Friendly."

"Andrew." I nodded at the beautiful blond haired, blue eyed boy as he
closed the door behind him then turned to Mr. Baker.

"I am so glad I had him transfered from the Edinburgh office." Mr. Baker
said as he looked at the boy's ass theough the large windows of his
office as he left, "He can't type for shit but goddam! That ass!"

"Very fuckable." I agreed, "You wanted to see me sir?"

"I did." Mr. Baker looked up at me, "How's that review of the bar and
grill place coming along?"

"Boys, burgers and beer? I just sent it to the editing department." I
replied.

"Great work Ed. Did you see the message about that new Japanese place?"

"Shota sushi?" I asked and he nodded, "I did sir. I'm going there
tomorrow night."

"Wonderful... wonderful... " Mr. baker just looked at me.

"... Err... sir? Is there something else?" I asked.

"Yes... yes there is." Mr. Baker regarded me for a moment, "Ed, do you
remember my nephew Brandon? He visited the office a few months ago."

I did remember Brandon. The sexy thirteen year old had shoulder length
black hair, green eyes and an ass I just couldn't stop looking at, "I do
remember him sir. He's a tasty little thing."

"He is. He really is." Mr. Baker agreed, "Well I was thinking, maybe you
take Brandon with you to this Japanese place?"

'Jesus Christ! Why is the whole office so interested in my love life?!' I
thought, "Oh... err... well sir, that does sound lovely... and Brandon is
a very attractive boy and of course I would love to but-"

"But what?"

"I already have a date." I said quickly. The last thing I wanna do is
offend my boss.

"You do?" Mr. Baker's eyes lit up and I nodded, "That's great! Who?"

"Alejandro's youngest boy, Diego."

"Oh I remember him from the company picnic... and his brother too." Mr.
baker looked lost in thought for a moment then looked up at me again,
"They were two hot pieces of ass."

I chuckled, "Haha. Yeah I thought the same thing. I'm taking Diego to
Shota sushi tomorrow night."

Mr. Baker smiled, "Well that's great news Ed. Really great. I'm happy for
you. You really need a boy in your life. It'll be good for you." I was a
little surprised by Mr. Baker's concern for my happiness. It was out of
character for the usually all business all the time manager I had come to
know over the years. He continued, "And you know... it is a little
unbecoming for a writer of the foremost boylove publication in the
country to NOT have a boy of his own." There it was. His real motivation
for his oh so generous offer, "Well, I hope you and little Diego have a
lovely time. You can go now."

"Sir." I turned and left the office. I made my way to the elevator and
pressed the button to call it and when it arrived I told Charles, "Four
please Charles."

"Yessir Mr. Friendly." He pressed the button for the corresponding floor
and when we arrived the doors opened, "Fourth floor, Photoshoots, picture
and video editing."

"Thanks Charles." I stepped off the elevator and approached Marcus to
join him in watching the photoshoot take place.

The photographer Louis was currently shooting just two boys dressed only
in the Calvin Klein boy thongs whole the others watched. They appeared to
be the eldest boy and the youngest boy of the group. The fourteen year
old was sat on the floor in a relaxed pose while the five year old stood
above him in a proud pose, a smile on his face and his little fists on
his hips. It was always a privilege to watch Louis work, the man was a
master, "Okay... " His camera clicked away, "... Lucas could you stand
back up for me please?" The teenager stood up, "Okay and what I need you
to do is hold Bobby in your arms." Louis knelt down and spoke to the
younger boy, "Would that be okay Bobby? Can Lucas pick you up?"

The boy smiled and nodded, his curly hair bouncing as he did, "Yes."

Louis smiled, "Great. Thanks pal." He turned to Lucas, "Okay, go ahead."

Lucas smiled at Bobby and held out his arms, "Come here little buddy."
Bobby jumped up into Lucas' waiting arms and wrapped his legs around the
teens waist. Lucas wrapped his arms around the youngster and held him
close, waiting for further instructions from Louis.

The boy's teenage muscles tensed as he held Bobby up and Louis got in
close on his knees, "You've got a very nice package Lucas."

Lucas smiled, "Thanks."

"Okay that's good..." Click click click, "that's... hmm... can we get
more light on Bobby's ass please?"

"Yessir." One of the tech guys moved some lights around to meet Louis's
needs.

"Ahh that's better. Thank you." Click click click, "Okay lemme just... "
Louis moved around the boys just looking at them, "... hmm... okay Lucas
look at me. No, I don't want a smile now. Can you give me... give me
serious... " Click click click, "yeah... yeah gimme... protective. Give
me protective big brother... Beautiful!" The camera clicked at a
ferocious speed, "Yeah! Yeah he's your little brother and you WILL
protect him. Hold him close. That's right, NOBODY is gonna hurt him. Not
while you're around... " Click click click, "Okay now Bobby? I need you
to hold onto Lucas really tight for me okay?"

 "Okay." The young boy answered in his sweet voice as he tightened his
grip on the older boy's neck.

"Good boy. Okay, Lucas can you move your hands down to Bobby's ass
please? One hand on each chee- Yeah, just like that." Click click click,
"Okay now, squeeze them a little more... ohhh that's beautiful... " Click
click click.

Bobby started to giggle, "Hehehe... tickles my bottom."

Lucas tried to keep a straight face but the youngster's giggles were
infectious. Louis loved the natural moment, "No no! Lucas just go with
it!" Click click click, "Yeah! Big smiles and laughs. We're all having
fun... " Click click click, "aaaannnnd... " With just a few more clicks
of the camera, "...done!" Louis addressed all of the model boys, "Okay
boys that's- Oh Lucas you can put Bobby down now, thank you. That's it
for the soft shots so we're gonna break for lunch now. Please help
yourselves to the buffet... " Louis indicated to the extravagant buffet
that had been provided by the company, only the best for the boys that
model for 'Boy fuck monthly', "... and when we come back we'll be doing
the hard shots so if you could all make sure your cocks are erect and
ready please. If you older boys could help the younger ones get hard that
would really save us some time so maybe give'em a little rub or a suck
for me, okay?"

A collective, "Okay." was the response he recieved from the boys who then
made their way over to the buffet while Louis approached me and Marcus.

"Dude, watching you work is incredible. You really are talented." I told
him as he handed his camera off to his assistant.

Louis waved away my praise, "Nah. A photographer is only as good as his
models and these boys... " All three of us looked at the group of
beautiful, bethonged angels now laughing and joking togetger while
nibbling away at the food the company had put on for them, "... they
really are professionals. Did you see how close Lucas held Bobby during
the protective shots? And his expression? You can't teach that. That's
instinct."

"Does he have any younger brothers?" Marcus asked.

"Must do." Louis replied before one of his assistants approached, "I
gotta get the next shots set up. Later guys."

"Bye Louis." I said before me and Marcus headed for the elevator. We rode
it all the way down to the lobby then left the building. Across the
street and into the park we went to our favourite hot dog stand,
"Stelios! Good afternoon."

The balding man greeted us with a smile and his thick greek accent, "Ah
Misters Friendly and Thorpe. Hello. Your usual?"

"Usual for me thanks." I said.

"Me too." Marcus added.

"Of course." Stelios busied himself with making our dogs just the way we
like them.

I had to ask, "Where's Jason?"

"Haha." Stelios knew what I was really asking, "Have a tip for him eh?
Don't worry. He's just taking out the trash. He'll be back soon."

Sure enough by the time our food was ready the swarthy thirteen year old
had returned, "All done pops. I put a new bag in so we're good for the
next hour or so." He looked at me and Marcus and smiled, "Hey guys."

"Mmff" Marcus had his mouth full.

"Hey Jason." I pulled the five bucks I had ready out of my pocket, "I got
a tip for you."

The boy smiled, "Okay. Pops could you-" Stelios was already holding a
footlong out to his son, "Haha. Thanks." Holding the twelve inch sausage
in his hands the boy looked at us, "You ready?" We both nodded, "Okay
then." Jason looked straight up and held the dog over his head while
lining it up with his mouth. He took a few deep breaths before holding
one in and lowering the tubular meat right down his throat. He proceeded
to fuck his own throat with it, the outline of which could clearly be
seen bulging the skin of his thin neck. He did this for about fifteen
seconds before removing the dog and coughing a few times before looking
at us with a smile on his face and his eyes watering a little.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that." Marcus commented.

"Me neither. Here." I handed Jason the five dollar note, "As always, you
earned it."

"Thanks." Jason took the note and produced a fat wad from his pocket
which he added the five bucks to.

"Damn Stelios!" Marcus said, "You're raising a brilliant little
entrepreneur there. You should be very proud."

"Oh I am." Stelios placed his arm around his son, "You know one day last
week he made more money than me! Haha."

We finished our lunch and returned to work. I spent the rest of the day
planning out my review of Shota sushi but really I was just counting the
seconds until five o'clock when I could leave and go to where I really
wanted to be. When finishing time came Marcus and I signed out at
reception and left the lobby. Tommy met his daddy with a hug and a kiss
then Marcus turned to me, "Ed, we're gonna go get burgers and fries if
you'd like to join us?"

I knew what he was trying to do but I had already decided where I was
going, "No thanks. I've got somewhere to be."

Marcus sighed, "Alright then." I began making my way to the cab that was
waiting for me when Marcus called after me, "Give Adrian my regards." I
waved my hand without turning back.

Climbing into the cab the driver asked where to and I replied, "Boy butts
bar."

The journey didn't take long and after paying my fare I stepped out onto
the street and approached the enormous doorman at the entrance to my
favourite place in the world, "Evening Tyrone."

"'Sup Ed." He greeted me in his deep voice with a firm handshake, "Here
to see Adrian?"

"You know it haha." I replied as Tyrone stepped aside to allow me
entrance "How is my angel?"

"Better now." Tyrone replied and I stopped dead.

I looked up at him, "Better now? what do you mean?"

"Huh? Oh it's nothing." He said.

"Tryone... what do you mean 'better now'? What happened?"

"Really Ed it's nothing. Don't worry about it." I just kept standing
there looking at the half man half giant and Tyrone could see I wouldn't
move from that spot until he answered my question. He sighed, "Look,
Adrian is absolutely fine. It was just some guy last night got a little
too rough is all-"

"What guy?! Who is he?! Where can I find him?!" I fired the questions in
quick succession as the thought that someone... ANYONE could have hurt my
angel filled me with a burning rage.

Tyrone placed his hand on my shoulder, "Ed, look at me." I did, "Just
breathe for a second." I took a few deep breaths, "This guy was drunk and
got too rough so Adrian hit the alarm. We got the guy out, beat the shit
out of him and the police took him away. He will NEVER show his face here
again, okay?" Tyrone could see I was still shaking with fury, "Maybe go
to the bar and have a drink before you go and see him. You don't wanna
see him in this state. You don't wanna upset him right?"

"I... yeah... yeah you're right. Thanks Tyrone."

He squeezed my shoulder, "No problem."

I walked through the entrance and along the hallway towards the cloak
room. As I approached I could hear the unmistakable noises of a man and a
boy engaged in the most natural act in the world, "You like that baby
boy?" Asked a man's voice.

"Ohh... Ohyesdaddy!" Answered a high, breathless voice I recognised.

"Oh daddy loves you so much!"

I arrived at the cloak room window and looked in to see the sound was
coming from a video being played on a laptop on the desk. Nine year old
Jay was sat naked in his swivel chair jerking his hairless cocklet
vigorously as he watched himself get sucked and jerked by a man on the
screen. He carried on doing this for about five seconds before realising
I was there and pausing the video. Standing up from the chair he smiled
at me, his hard little cock still twitching as he approached his side of
the window, "Evening Ed"

"Hey Jay." I pointed at the laptop, "That you?"

"Uh huh." Jay nodded, "Me and my daddy made it so I can watch it when I
miss him."

"Well he clearly loves you very much." I smiled.

"I love him too." Jay responded, "More than anything in the world. I just
wish he didn't have to go away so often."

"Oh, he away on business again?"

"Yep, at least it's only a week this time." Jay indicated to the racks of
empty hangars behind him, "I wish work wasn't so boring so I didn't have
to think about it all the time."

"Well, it is summer." I pointed out, "Not many people wearing coats
during the day but it'll pick up later."

"Yeah, I guess." Jay's mind wandered for half a moment before he suddenly
looked at me, "Oh but we're gonna be really busy soon! Did you hear? The
Chipendiddies are gonna be here. THE Chipendiddies!"

"I did hear haha." It was nice seeing that I wasn't the only one excited
about the upcoming live performance of my favourite boy stripper troupe,
"I don't suppose there're any tickets left?" I asked hopefully.

"No." My heart sank, "Well... yeah... " My hopes were still alive. Jay
just thought for a moment, "... ... maybe."

I was confused, "Umm... Jay? Are ther any tickets left for the-"

"You should talk to Adrian." Jay interrupted me with a knowing grin,
"Kay? Well, gimme your jacket and I'll grab you a token." He held out his
hand. I handed Jay the jacket I had been carrying around all day and
after hanging it up he handed me my token, "Here you go, later Ed." He
sat back in his chair and resumed masturbating to the video of his daddy
and himself making love as I walked away and through the doorway flanked
by velvet curtains into the main room of Boy butts bar.

This really is my favourite place in the world. Tables with chairs
covered most of the floor before a large stage at the far side of the
room, a bar ran along the back wall while the other walls were lined with
poles for boys to spin, gyrate and dance on. This early in the day there
weren't many patrons in but there were a few boys strutting their stuff
and spinning naked on poles for the enjoyment of the watching men. I
looked to my right and noticed a boy I had never seen before working his
pole like a pro. The little nine year old Korean lad was gorgeous as he
caught my eye and stared intensely at me as he allowed his little body to
slide down the pole, his hairless uncut cocklet as hard as the metal it
rubbed against.

'Damn!' I thought, 'That deserves a tip.' I took ten bucks out of my
wallet and placed it in the boy's tip jar below where he was working so
hard. He smiled and gave me a wink. I walked away as the boy continued
his routine.

Approaching the bar I was spotted by Malcolm. The sexy fifteen year old
smiled and immediately began making my usual. By the time I got there he
was placing the drink down in front of me, "Soco and lime for my
favourite customer."

I laid down two dollars and picked up the glass, "I bet you say that to
all your customers."

"No." Malcolm smiled his devilish smile, "Just the ones that order soco
and lime haha."

"Ha!" I knocked back the beverage and returned my glass to the boy,
"Another please Malcolm."

He took the glass with a frown, "Two before you see him?" He busied
himself with his task, "That's not like you."

"Yeah well... I need to calm down a bit before I go back there." I laid
another two bucks on the bar which Malcolm took as he gave me another
drink. This one I sipped as I looked Malcolm in his warm brown eyes,
"I... heard about last night."

Malcolm's expression became one of confusion, "Last night?"

"Yeah... the guy who got rough with Adrian-"

"That motherfucker!" Malcolm's confused expression gave way to anger,
"Yeah... that guy was a fucking asshole!"

"What happened?" I asked trying to do what Tyrone had suggested and calm
down.

Malcolm sighed, "Okay... so he comes in, has a few drinks, watches a
couple of shows... all normal so far right?"

"Mmm." I replied while sipping.

"Then he asks if he can go to the back. I thought maybe he was a little
too drunk so I asked who was available. Turns out Adrian had a guy cancel
on him so he was free. I told him how many the guy had had but Adrian...
well, you know him."

"Yeah... yeah I do." Adrian had a reputation of very rarely turning down
a customer. He took great pride in this, "Go on."

"Anyway, the guy goes out to the back and about ten minutes later Tyrone
and a couple of the other heavies came running through the bar heading
that way. Apparently Adrian had hit the silent alarm. They dragged the
piece of shit out here and started roughing him up real good." Malcolm's
look of satisfaction was reflected on my own face. His eyes gleamed as he
smiled, "But that wasn't the worst of what he got."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

His smile grew wider, "Max was on his break."

"Ohhhhh shit!"

"Haha yep! Stupid motherfucker timed that VERY fucking badly."

"What did Max do?" I asked.

"He was sat at a table eating his hot wings when he saw the commotion."
Malcolm continued, "He walked up and asked Tyrone what was going on and
Tyrone told him. He just looked at the guy with that look of his, you
know the one."

"Yeah." Shivers went up my spine as I remembered the thirteen year old's
famous death stare, "Ohhh yeah... I know that look."

"Haha yeah, anyway, he told Tyrone and the heavies to just hold him there
for a second and he went out the back to his room. When he came back he
had his whip with him-"

"Haha! How many did he give him."

"I lost count." Malcolm grinned, "But let's just say the police said they
needed to take him to the hospital before the station."

"Should've let the fucker bleed out."

"Yep... " Malcolm looked at me for a long time, "So that's why you're
having two huh? Cooling off a bit first?"

"Yeah." I replied, "I didn't wanna see him all angry."

"I get it. You really like him... and he really likes you too. You're his
favourite customer."

"Just like I'm yours huh?" I sipped some more soco and lime.

Malcolm smiled, "The difference is Ed... " then looked to his right
noticing another patron approaching the bar, "... when he says it to
you... " He began walking away, "... he means it."

I left the bar and took a seat at one of the tables near the stage. I
decided to order some food. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and now
the time was-

"Gentlemen!" Boomed the announcer's voice, "The six o'clock show will
begin soon so please make yourselves comfortable."

While waiting for my burger and fries to arrive I perused the programme
that was standing on my table. I read the blurb for the six o'clock show,
'Best friends Alex(11) and Danny(10) both love ice cream but when Alex's
daddy gives them a sundae to share they quickly develop a taste for each
other instead - Alex and Danny in 'A sundae to remember' 6 o'clock'

'Alex and Danny huh?' I thought, 'They must be new.' The new boys always
start out doing the earlier shows. The audience is smaller and far more
forgiving than the large crowd of drunken men that would fill the place
later on.

My food arrived and I tipped the sexy boy who brought it to me five
bucks. He took the note and smiled at me, "Y'know Ed, this show is gonna
be hot. You want me to suck your dick while you watch? Only twenty
bucks."

"That's  a bargain for your talented mouth." I smiled at the gorgeous
twelve year old, "Thanks but no thanks. I'm seeing Adrian later."

The boy chuckled, "I Should've guessed. All good. Enjoy your meal and the
show." He walked away.

"Thanks Harry." I called after him as I watched his fine ass walk away in
the tight speedo that was the uniform for the boys that work here. I
devoured my delicious food in minutes, I didn't realise just how hungry I
was until I smelled it. As I finished my food and wiped my mouth on a
napkin the lights dimmed and again the announcer could be heard over all
other noise.

"Gentlemen! The six o'clock show is about to start. Please put your hands
together for two angels in their very first show! The world famous Boy
butts bar is proud to present Alex and Danny in... A sundae to remember."

There was a light applause as the curtains of the stage parted revealing
a young brown haired boy sat on a bed wearing pajamas. He had an action
figure in each hand and was playing with them the way any boy would do,
by smashing them together, "Boom! Take that Vaxos!" He spoke in the
hero's voice. "Noooo! I'll get you for this Captain Awesome!" He answered
in the persona of the villain. The innocent playing of the beautiful ten
year old was precious and there were a few audible awws around the room,
one coming from me.

Another blonde boy appeared from backstage holding an ice cream sundae
with whipped cream, "Danny! Look what my daddy gave me!"

"Aww dude! Nice!" Danny said excitedly as Alex sat with him on the bed
holding the sweet treat. He threw his toys to the side and both boys took
a moment to marvel at the perfectly presented balls of vanilla and
strawberry topped with whipped cream. After a moment of, admittedly over
acted, reverence of their desert Danny asked, "You got spoons right?"

"Umm... " Alex produced one spoon, "I got one... "

Danny smiled, "That's okay. We can share."

Alex smiled at his understanding best friend, "Cool." Then dug into the
ice cream before taking the spoon into his mouth. He closed his eyes,
"Mmmm... "

Seing his chance naughty little Danny quickly took some cream on his
finger and touched it to Alex's nose, leaving a small white spot there.
He began to laugh and point at his friend.

"Hey!" Alex looked at Danny with a frown.

"Hahaha... I'm  sorry haha. I couldn't help it. You look so silly." Danny
smiled.

Alex remained serious, "Get it off. Now."

"Oh. No problem." Danny leaned in and brought his face close to Alex's
before bringing his mouth to the other boys nose. He sucked the cream off
the tip and sat back beaming at his friend.

"That's better... " Alex said returning his attention to the ice cream
and taking another spoonful into his mouth, "Mmm... " This time Danny
took some cream on his finger and smeared it on Alex's cheek causing the
boy to again open his eyes, "Dude! Come on!" Danny couldn't answer. He
was laughing too hard. Once his laughing fit had stopped he sat up and
looked at his friend just in time to be told, "Get it off my face!"

"Okay okay... " He leaned in as Alex turned his cheek to him. Danny
licked the cream off the boys cheek and sat back smacking his lips, "All
gone haha." Alex just shook his head and went for a third spoonful. As he
closed his eyes enjoying the taste Danny once again decided to be bad. He
quickly smeared some cream on Alex's neck and giggled. Alex didn't even
open his eyes or react. He just exhaled sharply through his nose and
waited. Danny knew what to do, "Okay I'll  get it." Danny leaned in and
began sucking the cream off of his friends skin. When the cream was
gone... he kept sucking.

"Err... Danny? ... dude I think you got it." Alex said.

Danny gave the boys neck one last suck before pulling his mouth away and
sitting back, leaving a visible love bite there, "Sorry... it just... it
tastes real good."

Alex was blushing a little as he told Danny, "No it's okay. It felt...
nice."

"Yeah?" Danny smiled.

"Yeah." Alex returned a bashful smile then leaned his face down into the
bowl to eat some of the whipped cream. When he brought his face back up
he swallowed, "Mmm... " and smiled at his friend with whipped cream
covering his lips. Danny began to giggle and point causing Alex to ask,
"What?"

"Hahaha... you have cream on your lips haha." Danny told him.

Alex just sat there for a moment while Danny's giggles subsided. The two
boys looked deep into each others eyes then finally Alex gulped, "Well...
... ... you know what to do... "

Danny gulped too as he slowly brought his mouth to that of his friend. He
licked the cream from Alex's lips then waited just a second before
pressing his own lips to those of the other boy engaging him in their
first kiss. It lasted all of two seconds before he pulled away just a
little and looked into Alex's eyes. Alex quickly kissed him back and
there mouths opened so their tongues could begin their battle. As they
made out their breathing became heavier and soon Alex broke the kiss,
"Mmmwah. Oh man... I... I have an idea." He handed the bowl of ice cream
to Danny, "Hold this." Danny took the bowl and held it as Alex removed
his pajama top revealing his milky white, slender, eleven year old body.
He took some cream on his own finger and smeared it across his nipple.
Looking at Danny he nodded. Danny understood.

He put the bowl down beside the bed and brought his mouth to his friend's
chest. He began to lick, suck and nibble the sensitive nipple causing
Alex to moan in pleasure as his hands held his friends head, "Ohhhh
Danny... " Alex's eyes were closed and his face was a vision of bliss,
"Hmmm... ahhh... " After a minute of Danny orally stimulating his nipple
Alex pulled his friend's face up to his own and again the two boys shared
a passionate kiss before Alex broke it and said a little breathlessly,
"Okay... now you.

Danny smiled and sat back to lift off his own pajama top. It was clear to
all the watching men that both boys were now hard and pitching tents in
their oh so thin pajama bottoms. Danny had a little more puppy fat than
Alex and his nipples were puffy. The kind of nipples I would call
suckable which is exactly what Alex proceeded to do. Danny's face took on
the look of pleasure seen on Alex's just moments before as his nipple was
sucked and he squealed in his high voice, "Ohhh man... ohhh... ohhh
Alex... " He stroked his friend's head as he worked.

After sucking the nipple for a minute Alex brought his face up to Danny's
and again the boys made out passionately. Once the kiss ended Alex stood
up and put his thumbs inside the hem of his pajama bottoms. Turning to
the audience he pulled them down past his waist and let them fall to the
floor. He stood there for a few seconds allowing the watching men to
drink in his beauty and ogle his stiff, hairless, cut three inches. He
turned back and knelt on the bed before taking some more cream in his
hand and covering his cock in it. Once done he looked at Danny and
waited.

Danny didn't need to be told. He was on the dick in moments and began to
suck it like a pro while his hands stroked the shaft and cupped the
balls. Alex closed his eyes and shuddered while moaning softly, "Hmmm....
ah! Ohhhh D D Danny! ... ahhhh... "

"Ohhhfuck!" A man to my right who had been jerking off came and Harry
approached him with a box of tissues, "Phew! Thank you." He took some and
proceeded to clean himself up.

Looking around I could see a few other guys were stoking their own cocks
and one patron had paid a ten year old to suck him while he enjoyed the
show. Harry continued to patrol the crowd with his tray of lube, tissues,
cigarettes, matchbooks and mints.

I turned my attention back to the stage where the blowjob had just ended.
Without a word said Danny stood up and turned toward the crowd. He was
clearly a little nervous, this being his first show, but he still put his
thumbs in the hem of his pajama bottoms and pulled them down. As the
bottoms fell to the floor there were audible gasps from some of the
watching men. Pubes are very rare to see on a boy so young but there they
were, a few whispy black hairs around the base of his hard, cut two
inches. Boys like him are a rarity and certain kinds of men would pay
handsomely to spend some time with him. Danny definitely has a long and
successful career ahead of him.

After enough time had passed for the audience to behold his sexy boy body
and cock Danny returned to the bed on his knees. Alex smeared whipped
cream on the waiting stiffy then proceeded to give it the best attention
he could with his tongue, lips and mouth causing Danny to exclaim, "Oh
fuck! ... Oh goddam! Hmmm... " Once all the cream was gone Alex continued
to lick up and down the shaft while fondling the boy's balls. The tongue
licking all around the sensitive tip caused more shudders and moans,
"Ohhh.... Oh Alex!" This sucking session lasted about two minutes before
Alex brought his face back up to Danny's and the two boys embraced each
other, their hands explored each others bodies as they kissed. It was
really a very sweet, and not to mention hot, scene to watch.

"Mmm!" Alex broke the kiss and the two boys smiled at each other, "I have
another idea."

"Yeah?" Danny asked breathlessly.

"Yeah. Lie back." Alex told Danny. As danny followed his friends
instructions, Alex picked up the bowl of ice cream, "Okay, pull your legs
up." Danny dutifully did as he was told and held his legs up presenting
his puckered pink hole to Alex, smiling as he did so.

"Okay. Just stay like that alright?" Alex said then proceeded to spoon a
mixture of ice cream and whipped cream into Danny's crack. Danny tried
his best to remain serious but he couldn't stop himself from giggling. To
his credit Alex managed to keep a straight face for a while but soon he
was smiling himself and eventually had to say, "Shhh!"

"Hehehe I can't help it." Danny giggled, "It's really cold hahaha." There
were a few laughs from the audience but when Alex put the bowl back down
Danny composed himself, "Hehehe... ahem! Okay. Sorry." Alex smiled and
shook his head a little before bending down and burying his face in the
mixture between Danny's cheeks.  He began eating the creamy goodness out
of Danny's ass causing the boy to coo softly as he felt the toungue glide
across his hole. The whole room seemed to be waiting with bated breath
for the moment when, "Ahhh!" Alex's tongue entered his friend.

"Unnnnggg!" The man having his dick sucked climaxed feeding the ten year
old boy his load. The lad was a proffessional so managed to swallow it
all and not waste a drop. The boy stood up and held out his hand into
which the man placed a twenty dollar note, "Thank you Ryan. That was
fantastic."

Ryan smiled at him, "I know." He took a mint from Harry then proceeded to
walk around offering his services to any other guest that may want his
dick sucked.

Alex was feasting on Danny's hole causing the boy to squirm and moan in
pleasure, "Ohhh fuck Alex... Ahhhh... Ohhh fffff.... fffuck me.... oh
fuck me!"

Whether this was an exclamation of pleasure or an instruction didn't
matter. It was gonna happen. Alex removed his tongue from the now
slightly stretched hole and slowly crawled over the other boy, melting
ice cream dripping from his face onto the body below. Once in position he
lined up his cock with the waitng entrance.

"Oh my god!" Said a patron to my left as he realised what I did, they
were going to use the melted ice cream as lube.

With his cock properly lined up Alex looked into Danny's eyes and under
his breath asked, "Ready?" The response was a nod from Danny to which
Alex replied, "Okay." He pushed in.

"Ahhh! Ahhh... " His asshole stretched to accept the preteen member. In
no time at all Alex was balls deep and there he waited. The two boys
stayed still for a moment while sharing a passionate, ice cream and ass
flavoured kiss.

Seeing one boy inside the other was too much for one of the patrons who
shot cum all over himself. He sat there and waited for Harry to approach.
I couldn't hear what was said between them but Harry held out his hand.
When the man handed him ten bucks Harry smiled and put his tray down
before proceeding to lick the man clean.

Alex's movements were slow and careful at first. His body shuddered ever
so nicely as his cock began to tingle. He must have been strumming
Danny's special spot as the boy moaned in pleasure, "Hmmmmoooohhh....
ohhhh my god... "

"Yeah?" Alex smiled, "You... unngg... you like that?"

"Uh uh uh y yeah uh uh uhhharder!"

"Ung ung okay ung!" Alex replied with a marked increase in the speed and
force of his thrusts into his friend. His thighs slapped wetly against
the other boys cream covered butt cheeks. This continued for a few
minutes with caressing and kisses traded between the two young lovers,
their smoothe bodies glistening with their sweat under the stage lights.

Danny's eyes rolled into the back of his head, "Ohhhffffuck Alex!" He
wasn't acting anymore, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm.... Ohhhffffffuuuuuck!" As
Danny hit his climax his asshole clenched Alex's cock tightly, "Ahhh!
Ahhh! Aaahhhhhhhh... "

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhhhhh!" Alex froze with his dick buried as deep in
Danny as it would go, his whole body tensed and his face was scrunched up
as he came. The boys remained frozen in that position for a beautiful
moment, riding their sexual high together until, "Ahhhh... " Alex
collapsed on top of Danny, both of them panting. Danny wrapped his arms
around Alex and held him close while kissing his head. Various patrons
came at the same time as the boys on stage and Harry enlisted the help of
a few other boys in cleaning them up. After a minute of relative quiet
Alex lifted his head and looked deep into Danny's eyes, "I love you."

Danny replied, "I love you too." The boys kissed deeply as the lights
dimmed and the curtains closed.

Applause rose from the appreciative audience as the announcer's voice
boomed, "Give it up for Alex and Danny! Weren't they great folks? And to
think it was their first ever show! As always you can show your
appreciation by giving them both a big tip at the bar! The next show will
be at eight o'clock and that will be Benjamin, Thomas and Peter in,
Sleepless at summer camp. That's the eight o'clock show folks. Don't miss
it!"

I sat there not daring to move. My cock was achingly hard and I didn't
want to risk cumming from the friction with my underwear so I waited for
my erection to subside. Once it had I marched straight up to the bar,
"Malcolm." I laid two hundred down, "One each for Alex and danny."
Malcolm took the money with a smile and nodded. I asked, "How are they
doing?"

"Great for a first show." He answered, "They each made a cool thousand at
least."

"They deserve it!" I said, "Seriously that was fucking incredible!"

"Yep haha. I can see why Sammy's was trying to poach them first." Malcolm
had a few other patrons approaching the bar so he smiled and walked
away.

That show had really turned me on so I decided it was time to go and pay
a visit to my angel. I walked along the bar to the door that led to the
back. Walking through the cutains I was greeted as usual by the large
neon sign that read in small letters, 'Welcome to... ' then in very large
letters, 'The Back'.

Upon seeing me Curtis, the gorgeous fourteen year old greeter, smiled at
me from behind his desk and put down his magazine, "Evening Ed. Here to
see Adrian?"

"Of course." I began, "I know I'm a little early... "

He waved away my concerns, "Nah it's fine. Adrian said if you ever turn
up early to just let you go on through. He's in seven."

"Thanks Curtis." I said as he picked up his copy of Boy central and began
to read again as I walked away, 'I have GOT to get him a subscription to
Boy fuck monthly.' I thought.

Walking along the beautifully decorated hallway with its antique
furniture and classic paintings lining the walls I felt a sense of calm.
This place feels so warm and cosy, almost homely, save for the noises
coming from behind the closed doors which are by no means sound proof. I
counted the numbers on the doors as I passed, edging ever closer to my
angel's room...

Door one. No noises were coming from inside, 'Must be empty.'

Door two. From behind this door I could hear the unmistakable noises of a
man riding a boy hard, "Ung ung ung fuck yeah! Ung ung take it you little
slut!"

"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Give it to me daddy!" Replied a croaky voice I
recognised as fourteen year old Evan. I've had him a couple of times and
he really loves being fucked hard. As far as he's concerned it is the
only way to fuck. Anything else is just a waste of his time. He is very
popular as I'm sure you can imagine. I walked on.

Door three. Again I heard no noises coming from inside.

As I approached Door four I could see it was open. Some men like that. It
turns them on to know that anyone walking past could look in and see them
in action with their boy. The things I have seen through these
doorways... damn. Well what I did see when I got to the door surprised me
enough that I stopped and watched for a moment.

A boy I recognised as ten year old Bryce was sat on a man's lap on the
large bed. He was wearing a soccer uniform and talking excitedly to his
smiling client, "... and then Billy passed the ball to me and I scored
the goal that won us the game!"

"Oh I am so proud of you Trevor!" The man ruffled Bryce's hair as the lad
giggled, "Really you are sooo good at soccer. You must have been
practising."

'Trevor' nodded, "Uh huh. Just like you told me daddy."

"Keep it up and one day you'll be playing in the big leagues." The man
noticed me, "Oh hello there. Out enjoying this beautiful weather too?"

"Err... "

"Me and my daddy like to come to this bench in the park and talk." Bryce
mercifully offered me an out.

I took it, "Oh... err well... I certainly don't want to interrupt that so
I'll get on and let you two enjoy your chat. Have a lovely day." I turned
slowly and walked on.

"What a lovely man." I heard the man say, "Now, you were going to tell me
about your science fair project... "

As I left the two of them in their fantasy I felt an overwhelming sadness
come over me. Adrian had told me about that guy. He always hires Bryce
and they never have sex. Apparently Bryce looks alot like his late son
Trevor who sadly passed away due to a medical issue. Once a week he comes
and sits with 'Trevor' and they talk. It seems to help him process his
grief. Some may judge him but I won't. That man has lost the most
precious thing in the world to him. I can't even begin to imagine the
pain he must be enduring.

I can however imagine the pain being felt by the man behind door five.
Max's room for the evening. I didn't need to see inside to know it was
him working in there. The snapping of the riding crop gave it away long
before I heard the boy's angry voice, "I didn't say stop licking!"

SNAP

"Argh! I... I'm sorry!"

SNAP

"Argh!"

"Sorry what?!"

"I'm sorry master!"

"Oh you're gonna be! Lick my fucking boot you piece of shit!"

I hurried along. Max likes to open the door sometimes to increase the
humiliation factor for his clients and if you're standing there then
there is a danger you might get dragged into the room too. Max may only
be thirteen but he is scary as hell and damn near impossible to refuse.
His speciality is dominating and punishing men and they pay him a great
deal of money for his services.

Door six. I could hear a man giving instructions to what I assumed was at
least two boys, "... all the way down... Yeah babies... Yeah... daddy
likes what he sees... okay now wait just like that for a second... "CLICK
CLICK CLICK went a camera, "... mmm nice. You're such a good boy taking
all that. Now it's time for you boys to start fucking. Go slow at first
okay?"

"Sure." Replied a voice I recognised as seventeen year old Johnny. I
wondered who he was fucking with his epic eleven inches and hoped the boy
would get a tip as big as the cock he was currently taking. I moved on.

Door seven. My destination. I stood there for a moment just trying to
prepare myself for what I was about to see. I had no idea what state
Adrian would be in or how much damage that prick was able to do before he
was stopped by Tyrone and the others. If I saw him, my angel, my
Adrian... hurt... bruised... could I handle that? I didn't know. There
was only one way to find out. I lifted my hesitant hand and knocked on
the wood of the door, barely daring to breathe. Just a few moments later
the door opened a crack and Adrian's smiling face appeared, "Evening Ed."

His blue eyes sparkling under his blonde fringe, his sweet voice in the
perfect state between boy and teen and his smile made everything right
with the world. After a second or two of beholding this vision of
perfection I reminded myself I had to breathe and spoke to the thirteen
year old angel, "Err... Phew... Umm hey... hey Adrian."

"You're early." God his smile... I love it.

"Yeah umm... Curtis said... he said to just come on through... " Just
being in his presence filled me with joy.

"Yeah I told him that would be fine." Adrian nodded, "Well, you wanna
come in? I'm not dressed how you like yet though."

I smiled, "Oh that's not a problem for me."

Adrian laughed, "Haha yeah, I guess it wouldn't be huh? Come in." He
stood back opening the door revealing himself to be wearing just a
t-shirt and some soccer shorts. He turned and walked back over to his
cabinet while I walked into the room admiring his sexy, smoothe legs. As
I closed the door behind me Adrian said, "Go ahead and make yourself a
drink. I'll be right back." With that he left the room carrying the small
butt plug he had just picked up.

Alone in Adrian's room I went to the cabinet and laid down the usual
three hundred bucks before going to the mini bar and pouring myself a
soco and lime. I then made him a drink of coca cola just the way he likes
it, with lemon and lime, lots of ice and ONLY from a glass bottle, never
a can. I sat on the bed and waited. I didn't have to wait long as Adrian
returned shortly, "I made you a drink." I pointed to the glass on the
cabinet.

He smiled, "Thanks." then picked up the glass before sitting down next to
me on the bed. He took a sip, "Mmm... ahh. You know just how I like it."
He took a few more sips before setting his glass down and turning to look
at me, "So, How've you been?"

"I've been okay." I wasn't really interested in talking about me, "How
are you though? I... I heard about... last night."

Adrian looked at the floor and sighed, "Yeah... that was shitty... " He
looked back up at me and smiled, "... but I'm fine. Really. It just comes
with the territory."

"Did he... " I gulped and tried to maintain my composure, "... did he...
hurt you?"

"Not really. He got me in the ribs once." Adrian lifted his shirt showing
me the bruise that was there.

I cracked, "Oh god!" My eyes immediately began to stream as my breaths
became sharp and erratic, "Oh my god Adrian I... I wish I was here...
I... I... " I couldn't speak anymore and began to sob.

Adrian's expression became one of concern, "Hey... Oh hey don't cry. Come
here." He opened his arms and I leaned into his embrace as he wrapped his
arms around me, "Shhh shhh shhh... It's okay. I'm okay. I promise. It
looks worse than it is. Really." He held me and rubbed my back as I
cried.

Once the initial shock of seeing the bruise on my angel had passed I sat
back up and caught my breath. Adrian handed me the box of tissues. I took
one and sniffed, "Ohhh... Thanks." I blew my nose and wiped my eyes.

Adrian placed his hand on mine. I looked at his smiling face, "All better
now?"

I nodded, "Yeah... Yeah sorry umm... I just... I just can't stand the
thought of someone hurting you."

"Aww. You're sweet." Adrian kissed me on the cheek, "That's why you're my
favourite." He rested his head on my shoulder and my nose automatically
found his sweet blond hair. I breathed deep enjoying his smell. My cock
began to grow, a fact not unnoticed by Adrian, "Well now... " He placed
his hand on the obvious lump in my crotch area, "... this must be for me
haha."

"Hehe yeah... yeah it is. Say, Adrian?" The boy looked up at me, "I need
you. Now."

He smiled, "You wanna fuck first then talk?" He asked and I nodded, "We
mixing it up tonight Ed?"

"Well I just... I was looking forward to seeing you so badly and... when
I heard about last night... I was so worried. Now seeing you are okay I
just... I have to have you." Max just looked at me with a grin, "... and
you know... I saw Alex and Danny in the six o'clock show-"

"Ohhhh right haha. Yeah. I saw them rehearsing. I'm not surprised you
were turned on. It was pretty damn hot." He stood up, "Okay. We fuck
first. You want me to put on the white briefs or... "

"Nah, I'll just take'em straight off." I replied.

"Cool. You know how you wanna do it?"

"Mirror." Over the two years I have been visiting Adrian he and I have
developed a number of different positions that we both enjoy. The one we
called mirror involved, you guessed it, us fucking in front of a mirror
so we can watch ourselves as we do it. I like it because I love to watch
my angel as he takes my dick, he likes it because at first it helped him
hone his craft, much like a dancer would watch themselves doing a
routine.

He smiled at me, "Okay. You get undressed and I'll set it up." I began to
remove my clothes and by the time I was naked Adrian had leaned the
mirror against the head board and had the lube ready. Once his
preparations were complete he walked over to me and smiled, "You wanna
undress me daddy?"

God I love it when he calls me daddy, "Yes... Yes sweetheart I do. Come
here." He stepped forward and I gripped the bottom of his t-shirt with my
fingers, "Arms up for daddy." Adrian raised his arms straight up and I
lifted his shirt off of his slender body, I momentarily stared at the
bruise on his left side but remembered his assurance he was fine. As he
usually did he held his arms up as I threw his shirt to the floor and
immediately buried my nose in his armpit, breathing in deeply. He had the
cutests little tufts of hair just beginning to sprout and I greedily
drank in his new teen boy scent, "Hmmmm... my god... you smell amazing!"

I licked his armpit a few times causing him to giggle, "Hehehe... that
tickles! Hahaha."

His laughter is music to my ears. I take my face out of his pit and my
lips find his. Our tongues play together for a while before i pull away
and look at my beautiful angel's smiling face, "Lets take those shorts
off." I kneel before him and look up briefly as he smiles down at me. I
can see the lump in his crotch that betrays his quickly stiffening dick
will soon match my own hard cock. I pull them down slowly revealing his
swelling member.

As the shorts fall to the floor around his ankles his cock grows right in
front of my face. I look at the boy's inflating dick and bring the head
to my nostrils. I love the smell of a boy's cock. It has a scent that is
so satisfying and erotic that I just can't explain. After a few sniffs it
is time to taste him. I suck his cock into my eager mouth and begin to
orally pleasure him causing him to shudder and moan, "Ohhhh... " as he
places his hands on my shoulders for balance. It is incredibly important
to me that he enjoy this experience just as much as me. After a few
minutes of sucking he stops me, "Hmmm... Hmmmooohhh Ed... Ed stop!" I do
and look up at him, "Seriously man if you don't stop now I'll cum."

"That's not a problem for me." I smiled.

He laughed, "Haha I know but I'm not eleven anymore. I can't just keep
cumming and cumming haha. If I blow my load now that's me done for a half
hour at least and... you know... "

I did know, "You wanna cum when I'm fucking you?"

He smiled. I know him so well, "Yeah. If that's okay."

I returned his smile, "Of course it is. You know me, I wanna do this how
you want to."

He stroked my head, "I know. That's why you're my favourite." We looked
deep into each other's eyes for a moment before he asked, "You wanna eat
my ass?"

"Hell yeah." I replied, "Go on. Get in position on the bed for daddy." He
does, getting on his hands and knees and looks back over his shoulder at
me expectantly. I admire his perfect butt cheeks as I get on the bed
behind him and close the distance between my face and his ass. I can't
wait. I immediately part his boy pillows exposing his beautiful pink
entrance and lick his crack.

"Hmmm!" He shivered with anticipation as my tongue teased his asshole. I
continued this for a minute enjoying the smell and taste of him and when
I felt I had teased him enough I pushed inside, "Ohhhh Ed!" I tongue
fucked the boy. His cock began to drip precum as my tongue fought to get
as deep inside him as it would go, "Hmmmm! ... Ah!... Ahhhh... " God I
love the cute noises he makes when I am making him feel good. It was all
I could do to refrain from reaching around and jerking him to climax but
I knew that's not how he wanted to cum.

After ten minutes of my feasting it was time. I removed ny tongue from
the boy and moved up over him, "Come up here sweetheart." I pulled him up
onto his knees and we looked at ourselves in the mirror before us. I took
a moment to rub my hands all over his body feeling his developing muscles
and smoothe chest and tummy. He was, as he had always been in my eyes, a
vision of absolute perfection. He had changed so much in the two years I
had been visiting him. He was no longer the hairless little eleven year
old boy I had fucked all that time ago. His chest was now more defined,
his balls and dick larger than they were and now with a little fuzz and
darker skin. Over the time we had spent together he had had many firsts.
His balls dropping, his first pubes, his first pit hairs and of course
the first time he came and actually shot jizz... and I had been there for
it all. I kissed his head as my fingers tweaked his nipples, "My god...
you really are the most perfect angel in the world."

He smiled looking at my face in the mirror, "Yeah? You wanna fuck this
angel's ass?"

I returned his smile, "Yes I do."

He looked up at my face and engaged me in a passionate kiss. When he
broke it he smiled, "Okay." He leaned down and picked up the tube of lube
before turning around and opening it. He coated my achingly hard cock in
the slippery stuff before slathering his ass crack and hole with it then
turned his back to me again, "Ready daddy."

Those words... Oh my god what they do to me!, "Okay sweetie. Here comes
daddy."

He holds my gaze in the mirror as I line up my cock head with his hole.
We always keep eye contact as I penetrate him. I push gently at first,
then a little harder, then just a little harder until finally, "Hmm!" He
moans as the head of my dick pushes through the resistance of his
sphincter.

I wait there for just a moment, "Ohhhh... Oh fuck." as his tight asshole
stretches to acclimatise to my invasion. Our eyes still locked, our
breathing in sync, my hands rubbing his body all over as he reaches his
arms up and around my head, interlocking his fingers behind my neck. He
knows what is coming and has learned to hold on tight. After a few
moments I kiss his face and ask, "Ready for more of daddy's cock
sweetheart?"

"Hmmm yes daddy." He replied.

"Okay then... " We both take a deep breath then I push in a few more
inches.

"Ohhhh daddy!" He squeals. I have come to know his noises and that one
means he is loving this.

"Ohhh sweetheart. Hmmm! Daddy loves you so much!" I push in some more.

"Ahhh! Ahhh I love you too daddy." I'm almost balls deep. We stop for
just a second, our bodies in perfect sync. I look at at his face in the
mirror. He looks at me and nods. I get the message, "Ahhhh! Ohhhfffuck!"
and push the last of my cock up inside him.

"Ohhh... Oh god. I... I'm there sweetie... I'm all in." My hand found his
rock solid teen cock and began to stroke him. The reaction was
instantaneous as I felt his asshole contract a little around my shaft.

"Ohhh daddy... Daddy please... " He begged.

"Yeah sweetie?" I asked, "What do you want daddy to do?" I continued to
stroke his dick.

"Hmm! Fuck me. Fuck me daddy!" He answered.

I began to move ever so slightly inside him. I remembered, as I often do,
the first time we actually fucked. I was slow and careful ensuring to hit
his special spot. Neither of us had touched his cock but after I was done
he revealed to me that he had enjoyed two dry boygasms during the fuck
session. He didn't even know that was possible until that moment. I
quickly became his favourite customer.

My pace steadily increased along with the amount of my cock I removed
from his ass before plunging back in again, my hand stroking his dick in
time with my thrusts, "Ahh! Ahhhhh! Fuck yeah!" He moaned as the various
sensations washed over him. My free hand began to pinch and tweak his
nipple adding that stimulation to the mix, "Ohhh fuck yeah daddy!" I know
he loves that.

"Yeah? Ung ung ung... You... Ohhhfuck!... You like that sweetie?" It was
so hard not to cum but I tried my best to hold off until he did.

"Hmmmmyeahdaddy! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" He demanded as his eyes rolled
into the back of his head.

I complied, "Oh fuck yeah! Ung ung ung ung ung!" I was really pounding
away at his ass now. I no longer needed to move my hand on his cock. The
force of my thrusts bounced him on the bed moving his dick up and down
inside my slippery fist, "Ohhhh take it! Take daddy's dick!"

"Ohhh daddy! Gimme...  ahh! Ahh! Ahh!... Gimme that dick daddy!" This
isn't an act. I know he is loving this.

"Hooohhh! Ahhhfuck!" I was so fucking close.

Not as close as him, "Ahh... ahhhhh... Ohdaddyumma... ohhhfuck daddy
I'm... aaaahhhhhmagonnacum! I'm gonna... ohhhhfuuuuuck!" His cock
exploded with spurts of hot thirteen year old boy cum, the sweet sticky
substance hitting the mirror.

His asshole became a vice around my pumping member, "Oh shit!
Ohhhhsssshiiiit!" With one last thrust as deep inside him as I have ever
gone my own climax hit me hard, "Ahhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Shot after shot of my man juice was deposited deep inside the young boy's
bowels. We stayed still for a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity
as we both felt the sensation of touching the face of god... before we
both collapsed to the side and began to pant heavily.

We laid like that, my cock still inside him, me holding his sweaty body
close to my own as I kissed his head, "Oh god... Daddy loves you. Daddy
loves you so much... "

After a few minutes we recovered, "Hmmm... " He moaned sweetly as I
pulled out of him. He rolled over and laid on his back. He looked up at
me with a smile, "That was great Ed. Thank you."

"It was wasn't it." I returned his smile, "Can we snuggle a bit?"

"Of course!" I moved the cum covered mirror off the bed and positioned
myself sitting with my back to the pillows. He stuffed his crack with
some of the paper towels then crawled across the bed into my waiting
arms. We made out for a little while before he rested his head on my
chest and I held him close kissing his head and loving the smell of his
hair mixed with the unmistakable scent of the incredible sex we had just
enjoyed.

I could have fallen asleep right then, this was always the most content I
felt all week. Satisfied and holding my angel after we had given each
other the most intense pleasure a man and boy can enjoy together. After
about twenty minutes I felt him shift in my arms. I opened my eyes and
looked at him as he smiled and said, "I thought you fell asleep."

"Haha. No. I could though. Sex with you always wipes me out."

"Good." He replied, "That means I'm good at my job haha." He brought his
face to mine and we kissed deeply.

After he broke our kiss he told me, "I'm gonna go use the bathroom. I'll
be right back." He pulled on his shorts and left the room going to the
boy's only room at the end of the long hallway. I decided to get cleaned
up while he was gone and when he returned I was again fully dressed.

I remembered something, "Oh by the way, Jay told me to ask you about
something."

"He did?" Adrian asked, "What?"

"The Chipendiddies. He said the tickets were all sold out but then he
said-"

"Oh yeah!" Adrian remembered, "One sec." He went to his closet and opened
it. Glancing around him I could see a few of the toys and outfits he has.
Adrian, as indeed all the boys that work here, have regular customers
with specific tastes. In the brief moment he opened the door to his
closet I could see a boy scout uniform hanging next to the white briefs
he usually puts on for my visits. He moved some choir boy robes to get to
a small wooden box then took something out of it before closing the door.
He turned back to face me with whatever he had retrieved held behind his
back. He grinned widely as he approached me, "Close your eyes and hold
out your hand." I complied and felt him put something light in my palm,
"Okay. You can look now."

I opened my eyes, "No fucking way!" and beheld the two tickets he had
given me. I inspected them closely and read aloud, "The world famous Boy
butts bar (tm) is proud to present The Chipendiddies. Aug 8th 22:00.
Admission one." I looked at Adrian's beaming face, "You got me tickets?"

He nodded, "Yeah. They were going fast and I know how much you like them
so I asked for a couple to be put aside for you."

I could almost cry, "Oh... Oh Adrian... Thank you!" I opened my arms,
"Come here." He walked into my embrace and we kissed deeply for a few
moments. Once we broke the kiss I looked at him and smiled, "So, are you
gonna be off that night?"

Adrian's smile faltered a little, "Huh?"

"The eighth of August. Have you booked it off?" I asked.

"Err... why?" He looked at me confused.

Now I was confused, "So we can go see the show? Haha."

Adrian looked at me for a while before speaking again, "No Ed... I... I
think you misunderstand... "

"What? What am I misunderstanding?"

"Ed... I can't go to the show with you." Adrian said flatly as he stood
back up.

"Why not?" I asked as I held up the tickets, "There are two tickets."

"No Ed. If I did go with you then that would be a date." Adrian
explained.

Perhaps I didn't want to understand what he was telling me, "So? Is it
because management won't give you the night off?"

"That's not-"

"Because I can have a word with them if you lik-"

"ED! NO!" He shouted angrily and pointed right at my face, "Now you
listen and you listen good! You will NOT talk to management on my behalf!
You got that?!"

I looked at his furious face and knew I had crossed a line, "I... Umm...
Yeah... Yeah of course... I'm... I'm sorry. That was... That was very
wrong of me. I'm so sorry. I'll never presume like that again. I
promise."

We just looked at each other for a long time before he sighed a heavy
sigh. He approached me still sitting on the edge of the bed and looked
down at me, "You remember when we first met?"

How could I forget the moment I laid eyes on the most beautiful boy I had
ever seen, "Of course."

"You remember the rules I gave you?" He asked.

"Yeah." I had no idea why he was bringing this up now, "There were three
if I remember correctly."

He nodded, his expression still blank, "There were three yeah. You
remember what they were?"

I thought for a second, "Err... Yeah. Yeah I do."

"Name'em." He ordered me.

"Oh. Err okay umm... The first one was err... Money up front and if I
hurt you I'm barred for life. No second chances."

"Yeah. And the next one?" He asked.

"Let's see... The next one was... We only do what you are okay with,
nothing more and if I pressure you I'm barred for life. No second
chances."

He nodded, "Uh huh... and rule three?"

"Well, rule three was-" My breath caught in my throat. I looked up at him
horrified as I realised where he was going with this, "... Adrian...
Adrian no... "

He placed his hand on my shoulder, "Ed, what was rule three?"

My eyes began to sting as tears formed. My breathing became erratic as I
tried to form the words, "It was... Rule three was... "

"Ed... " He leaned down and brought his face close to mine, "... What was
it?"

I sniffed and wiped my eyes, "R r rule th th three was... Oh god!" I
began to sob. Adrian just waited for me to say it. I finally managed to
look him in the eyes again, "... It was... Rule three was... Don't...
Don't ever fall in love with you."

He smiled a weak smile as he nodded slowly, "Yep... Yep that was it." My
sobbing began again, "Oh Ed... " He lightly squeezed my shoulder, "...
You broke rule three didn't you?" I couldn't hold back anymore and cried
hard. He sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me as my
sorrow flowed freely.

I cried in the boy's embrace for a full twenty minutes. He hadn't said it
yet but I knew. I knew this was it. This was the end of the dream I had
allowed myself to believe in for the better part of two years. It was
time to wake up. Even when he did finally speak again I was still in
denial, "Ed... you can't come and see me anymore."

I wiped my tears away, "No! No please Adrian! Please don't say that!"

He shook his head, "I'm sorry Ed but rules are rules. You always knew
this was the deal-"

"I'll change! I'll... I promise I'll-"

"You'll  what?" He asked, "Fall out of love with me? You really think you
can do that?"

I just stared at him. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to promise him I
would. I wanted to lie to him... but I couldn't, "... ... ... No. No I...
I can't do that."

He patted me on the shoulder, "Of course you can't. Nobody can control
who they fall in love with. That's why you can't come and see me anymore.
If you did you would always be holding out hope for me and you actually
getting together-"

"Well why can't we?!" I was desperate now, "I know you like me! I know
that I love you! Can't you gimme a chance?! I know I could make you so
happy. I'd do anything for you! I love you Adrian. I... I always have."

The boy looked at me thoughtfully for a moment then took both my hands in
his, "Ed, look at me." I sniffed and held his gaze, "When I called you my
favourite customer, that was true." I opened my mouth to speak but he
continued before I could, "But when I called you my daddy... that wasn't
true. You see, I have a daddy and I love him. Very much. And he loves me
too. Very very much. We are happy together. What I do here with you, with
all the others... it's just my job. Do you understand? This is work for
me. None of this is real. It never has been."

I knew he was right. On some level I had always known... I just didn't
want to admit it. I nodded. We sat in silence for a few moments before I
had to ask, "Your umm... ahem... Your daddy... Is he... Is he good to
you?"

Adrian smiled, "Yeah. Yeah he is. He makes me so happy." He hugged me
again, "That's what I want for you Ed. I want you to find a boy that you
can make happy. That you love and who loves you. You're such a sweet,
caring guy and you deserve to be happy... but you're never gonna find him
if you're hung up on me. That's why we have to make this the last time
okay?"

I had no argument to make. I had no pleas to offer. I knew everything he
said was true... and I had to accept it, "... O... Okay... "

"Okay?"

"Yeah... "I sniffed, wiped my eyes and cleared my throat, "Ahem... Yeah.
Okay. I... I won't come see you anymore."

Adrian smiled, "Okay. Thanks for understanding Ed."

It was time for me to leave. I stood up and Adrian walked me to the door.
He opened it and I walked out into the corridor. I turned back and asked,
"Can I... can I have one last kiss? Please?"

Adrian smiled, "Sure." He walked up to me and placed his hands on my
face. He looked deep into my eyes then gave me a kiss. It was a long
kiss. A deep and sensual kiss. A kiss that could only mean goodbye. When
the kiss was done he backed into his room and began to close the door.
Just before it finally shut he smiled at me, "Goodbye Mr. Friendly." The
door closed and Adrian was gone from my life forever.

I stood there for a moment as the reality of my new Adrian free life sank
in. There was a dull pain in the pit of my stomache that felt awful. It
was as if a piece of my soul had been ripped out and now a gaping Adrian
shaped hole was all that remained in it's place. I was in shock. I was in
pain. I needed a fucking drink! I turned and slowly walked back towards
the main room of Boy butts bar trying to figure out how it was possible
the world kept turning when Adrian was no longer in my life-

Bang!

The door to room five flew open and banged against the wall as a man fell
out of it onto the floor, "Argh!" The man scrambled to his knees and
turned to look back into the room, "Thank you master!"

I felt intense fear as I saw the leather clad Max walk into the corridor.
He kicked the man hard in the stomache causing him to double over in
pain, "You're welcome you piece of shit!" He kicked him again, "Now fuck
off!"

The man scrambled away as fast as he could. I stood there being as silent
as I possibly could, not even daring to breathe, wishing I was invisible,
'Don't notice me. Don't notice me. Don't notice me.' I thought as Max
stood there watching his client leave, his fists on his hips, the metal
studs of his leather outfit shining in the light. He didn't turn around.
I allowed myself to hope that maybe, just maybe... he didn't know I was
ther-

"Ed... " Max said.

'Shit!'

He turned around and looked directly at me. When he saw my tear stained
face his expression became angry and he marched right up to me, riding
crop in hand. When he was just a few feet away he stopped, "You've been
crying!" It was more of an accusation than a question. He looked past me
at the door to number seven then looked at me again, "... Have you been
bad?!"

"No! N n no Max I... " I gulped, "I s s swear!"

"Hmm... " There it was. His famous death stare. His piercing green eyes
looked directly into my soul. I felt six inches tall as he poked his
riding crop into my cheek, "I have another client in a few minutes... but
I WILL talk to Adrian later. If he tells me different... you'll regret
it."

I didn't dare move or speak as his eyes held me prisoner for a few more
moments. With one light tap to my cheek with the crop he turned and
walked back into his room closing the door behind him. I breathed the
biggest sigh of relief I ever had, 'Okay... Now I REALLY need a fucking
drink.' I hurried along the corridor back to the bar. I drowned my
sorrows there for the rest of the night.

... ... ...

'... ... ... Oh man... What time is-' "Ahhh!" I opened my bleary eyes,
"Ohhh fuck my head... " I looked around my dishevelled bedroom, "What the
fuck?" The morning after the night before... God I hate it. I slowly sat
up and assessed the damage. My mirror was smashed. My trousers were on
the floor, covered in vomit. A half full bottle of scotch was laying down
sideways without the bottle top on it, "Oh for fuck sake." next to a wet
patch where it had spilled, 'Where's my-' I was still wearing my shirt. I
looked around for my jacket but, 'Fuck! I must've left it there.' I
checked the time, it was mid morning. I had to get up and drink some
water.

After coffee, juice, breakfast and a shower I was beginning to feel like
my hangover was now only a reminder of impending death, not death itself.
I resigned myself to not going out to Shota sushi that night. Even if I
did shake off this hangover I was far too depressed to go on a date. It
wouldn't be fair on Diego. I decided to cancel.

I would have made the call to Alejandro right then and given him some BS
excuse about food poisoning or something but as I looked all over my
place for my phone the realisation slowly sank in, '... Shit... It must
be in my jacket.' "Fuck!" I didn't want to go out that day. I just wanted
to wallow in self pity and hungover pain and allow myself to fall into a
pit of depression... but I needed my phone. After getting dressed I made
my way out onto the street and hailed a cab, "Boy butts bar." I said
before he even asked me where to.

It was still late morning when I arrived but being a Saturday the street
outside the bar was already busy with boys and men. On the weekends some
men like to bring their boys with them to see a show or to go out the
back and have some fun with the working boys. In fact, that is how I came
to know this place. Marcus had invited me for breakfast with him and the
then nine year old Tommy and after we had eaten we came here. Marcus had
shown Tommy a picture of Evan and the boy was besotted, demanding he meet
him. They had enjoyed a number of fuck sessions in which Evan taught the
Tommy the joys of being rammed hard and fast. Marcus and I had enjoyed
watching these sex ed lessons for young Tommy while jerking off. As we
left after a particularly hot session that's when I saw him dor the first
time... my angel Adrian... but not anymore.

I walked up to Tyrone and when he saw me he smiled, "How's your head?"

"Don't." I replied, "How bad was I?"

"You don't remember?" I shook my head, "Huh... Well, you were pretty
wasted."

"I know that much." I said, "How did I get home?"

Tyrone looked at me for a moment before answering, "Someone... got you a
cab?"

"Who?" I asked, "Who do I owe?"

Tyrone shook his head, "You don't owe anyone anything Ed. You're a
regular. We got you."

"Tyrone... who got me a cab?"

Tyrone sighed, "... ... ... Adrian." He must have seen my expression so
cut me off, "Ed, that doesn't mean anything. He was just worried about
the state you were in. It doesn't mean you can go and see him again
okay?"

My moment of hope was shattered, "... ... O... okay."

"Alright then." Tyrone squeezed my shoulder, "Go on in and grab your
jacket."

I nodded, "Yeah... Yeah I'll do that. Hell I might as well watch the
lunchtime show while I'm here-"

"Sorry Ed." Tyrone cut me off, "No lunchtime show today."

"Huh? why?"

"The manager of the Chipendiddies is in talking with Ross about their
shows next month. They're going over the arrangements of the stage and
backstage. You know, making sure we can fulfil their requirements."

"He's here? Now?" I asked and Tyrone nodded, "Huh... is... the bar still
open?"

Tyrone frowned, "You really want a drink? After last night?"

"Hair of the dog that bit me I guess."

The frown didn't leave Tyrone's face, "Hmm... I do worry about you
sometimes Ed... Yeah the bar's open. Go on through."

"Thanks Tyrone." I walked in the doorway and approached the cloak room.

I could see a man and a boy of about ten standing there talking with
Brian, the eleven year old, brown haired boy who picks up the shifts Jay
can't do. Brian was explaining, "I appreciate that sir but I can't leave
the cloak room. I'm sure there are plenty of other boys your son would
like-"

"No!" The man cut Brian off, "My little prince gets exactly what he wants
and he wants you!"

"Yeah!" Added the ten year old.

"-So you just go and get one of the other boys to cover you here while my
son has his way with you, there's a good little slut!" I bristled with
anger as the man said this before turning to his son, "This is
ridiculous. This would NEVER happen at Sammy's. I mean...a slut answering
back to a customer! What is the world coming to?!"

I could see that this was upsetting Brian. I considered whether or not I
should get involved until that decision was made by the asshole
addressing me directly, "Can you believe this?!"

I got an idea, "Oh I know. Terrible service." Brian's eyes went wide as
he heard me say this. I kept talking, "I'm pretty sure this place would
close down if it weren't for the special boy- Oh... err... ignore that."

It worked as the asshole took the bait, "Special boy?"

I waved my hand, "Forget I said anything-"

"Daddy!" Shouted the spoiled brat, "I want the special boy!"

The man looked at me hard, "What special boy? Tell me."

I sighed heavily, "... fine. I didn't want to say anything because I came
to see him but... well I guess you guys were here first." I looked at
Brian's confused expression then back to the asshole. I spoke quietly,
"You have to keep this between us okay? If everyone finds out about him
I'll NEVER be able to get any time with him."

"Of course!" The asshole's interest was well and truly piqued, "I swear
I'll keep it under my hat. Tell me more."

"Okay. All you have to do is go to the back and talk to the young lad
behind the counter there. Ask him... No, DEMAND he tell you which room
Max is in." Behind the man and boy Brian was stifling a laugh, "When you
get to his room, don't bother knocking. Just go straight in. He likes
people who are assertive."

The man smiled, "Thank you. We'll do that." He turned back to Brian who
had recovered and was now wearing a blank expression, "You see that?!
That's called 'customer service'! Maybe take a lesson from him!" He put
his arm around his son, "Come Octavius. Let's go and use this little slut
Max."

They walked away leaving me and Brian doing our best to not laugh. When
they were far enough away we both burst, "Hahahaha... Oh shit Ed. That
was sooo mean!"

"To who? Haha. Max or them?" I returned his grin.

"To them! Haha. Max is gonna eat'em alive."

"Good." I leaned on the desk, "They deserve it." I regarded him for a
moment, "You okay Brian?"

"Yeah I guess... It's just... I'm NOT a slut! None of us are!" Brian
asserted, "That's why we work here and not Sammy's. So we don't have to
deal with assholes like that!"

"I know." I placed my hand on his, "Fuck that guy and his son."

"And fuck Sammy's." Brian added.

I smiled, "Yeah. Fuck Sammy's."

We shared a smile then Brian asked, "You here to pick up your jacket?"

"I am but could you hold onto it for a little while?" I just wanna poke
my head into the bar for a sec.

"Oh, sure. No problem." Brian leaned up over the counter and kissed me on
the cheek, "Thanks for your help Ed."

I smiled at the gorgeous boy, "Any time Brian." I walked into the main
room and could see that there was indeed no lunchtime show. As such there
weren't many patrons in, just a few men and a couple of their boys
sitting with some of the working lads.

Walking up to the bar I passed Harry and another boy on their knees
between a man's open legs. Harry was telling the boy, "... so important
you understand draw back."

"Draw back?" The seven year old asked in a high, angelic voice.

"Yeah, lemme show you." Harry proceeded to remove the man's hard cock
from his trousers and jerk it off, "Now see what I'm doing to your
daddy's cock?"

"Yeah." The boy's eyes were trained intently on his daddy's hard shaft
and Harry's fist moving the skin up and down.

"Well when I pull down like this... " Harry pulled the skin back
revealing the bulbous, pink head, "... that's called draw back and I'm
being really careful not to pull too hard. That hurts a daddy and you
don't wanna hurt your daddy do you?"

"No!" The boy said with a worried expression.

"Oh it's okay sweetie." His daddy reassured him, "Just pay attention to
what Harry here is telling you and you won't hurt daddy. Okay?"

"Okay daddy."

Harry smiled at the boy, "You wanna try?" The boy nodded and placed his
hand where Harry's had been. He began slowly stroking the cock under the
watchful eye of Harry who gave him pointers, "That's it... good... really
good. Okay... you don't have to squeeze so much-"

"I'm sorry!" The boy said worried and removed his hand.

Harry wrapped an arm around the lad and smiled, "Hey, it's okay little
buddy. We all gotta start somewhere and all it takes is practise. Keep
going." He encouraged the young boy.

The boy looked up at the smiling face of his father who nodded,
"O...okay." The boy once again began slowly stoking the hard member.

"Good... You're doing really good Freddie." Harry encouraged him further.

"Am... Am I?" Freddie asked.

"Hmmmm oohhh yeah." Answered his daddy, pleasure evident on his face,
"Yeah you are sweetie. Keep going."

I left the man and two boys to their handjob lesson and approached the
bar, "Hey Ollie." I adressed the fourteen year old daytime bar tender
with his back turned to me.

Before turning around Ollie sniffed and wiped his eyes, "Hey Ed." He
greeted me with a smile on his slightly cubby face, "A bit early for you
today isn't it?"

"Yeah, I just needed to grab my jacket. Left it here last night."

"Ah. Okay. You want a drink?"

"OJ please."

"You got it." He busied himself with making my drink and I noticed his
eyes looked a little puffy.

"You okay Ollie?" I asked as I placed down fifty cents.

"Huh? Oh... Oh yeah I'm... I'm fine... "

I could see he wasn't, "Really Ollie, if there's something bothering you
then you can tell me." I took a sip of the fruit juice he had just given
me.

He looked at me for a while, "... Well... Some asshole just came through
here. He was really rude and... " He looked down at the floor, "...and
his son... "

"What?" I pushed him to keep talking.

He looked up at me with a sad expression, "... his son called me fat."

"Little prick!" I was angry, "Don't listen to him. I know Who you're
talking about and they were just a couple of assholes." I could see he
was still sad, "Seriously Ollie don't worry about them or what they
think. You know the guy actually called Sammy's better than here-"

"What the fuck?!" Ollie was indignant, "Okay, NOW I get it. If they're
regulars at Sammy's that explains alot." He looked thoughtful for a
moment before looking at me again, "Ed? I know that... I know I'm...
pretty heavy-"

"Stop right there!" I said forcefully, "How many times have I hired your
services?"

"Umm... I dunno... " Ollie thought, "Ten maybe?"

"Right." I smiled, "And do you think I would have done that if I didn't
like the way your body jiggles ever so nicely with each powerful thrust?"

Ollise smiled shyly, "Mmm... I guess not... "

My smile grew wider, "And your cute little smile." I pinched his cheek
and he giggled, "See? You're beautiful. Don't worry about what a couple
of assholes have to say. Besides... " I took another sip of my drink,
"... they'll get what's coming to them."

Ollie frowned, "What do you mean-"

"Aaaahhhhh!" Octavius' scream was one of fear as he came running naked
from out the back until-

Bang!

-"Argh!" It became a scream of pain. He lay there on the floor rubbing
the foot he had just caught on a table causing him to trip.

Max wasn't far behind, "Oh  you're in BIG trouble." He marched up to the
boy on the floor holding a dog collar and leash.

Octavius' eyes went wide with fear, "No! No please!"

Slap!

Max hit him across the face, "Shut up!" Max bent down and attached the
collar to the boy's neck and stood back up. He turned back towards the
back and began marching at a brisk pace, forcefully pulling on the leash
as he went, "Move! Now!"

The boy was dragged along the floor a little before making the mistake of
pulling back on the leash, "N n no! No I don't want t-"

Slap!

"You and that fucker paid for an hour!" Max looked at the clock on the
wall, "That means you're mine for the next fifty five minutes! Now
fucking move!"

The boy sobbed as he resigned himself to his fate and crawled after Max,
"I... I want my daddy."

Max moved beside the crawling boy and brought his palm down hard on his
bare buttocks, "I'm your daddy now!" He spanked the lad again , "And
doggies don't talk!"

They disappeared out the back and Ollie looked at me with raised
eyebrows, "Holy shit. Did you do that?" I winked, "Oh Ed... That's so
mean haha."

"Why is everyone saying that? Haha. They're getting exactly what they
need." I finished my OJ, "A lesson in manners." Ollie smiled and I asked,
"So I hear the Chipendiddies' manager is visiting today?"

Ollie nodded, "Uh huh. That's him over there with Ross." I followed
Ollie's pointing finger to the two men sitting down at a table.

"Okay. Thanks Ollie." I began to walk away.

"No problem Ed." He called after me.

I approached Ross and the other man at their table. They were laughing
like old friends and when he saw me Ross smiled, "Hey Ed. How's it
going?"

"Good." I replied before looking at the other man, "Really looking
forward to the Chipendiddies."

The man smiled, "Of course you are haha. They're the best."

"Oh hell yeah they are!" I couldn't help fanboying a little bit, "I mean
come on! The first time I saw their sweet nothings routine I was hooked!"

"Yeah haha. That's always a popular one. They'll be doing it in the show.
Have you got your tickets?"

"Of course!" I replied, "I can't wait. It's gonna be great."

Ross cut in, "Ed here is one of our regulars. He actually writes for Boy
fuck monthly."

"Really?" The man's eyes lit up, "That's very interesting. You know Ross
and I were just discussing how we can really push the tour. The boys have
worked so hard and we really wanna make this a great success. Any chance
of a mention in your magazine?"

I smiled, "Oh I'm sure that can be arranged" Donny from advertising owed
me a favour, "Any chance I could meet the boys?"

The man smiled, "Oh I'm sure that can be arranged." All three of us
chuckled and the man held out his hand, "Anthony Hargrove. Manager of the
Chipendiddies."

I took it and shook, "Edgar Friendly. Call me Ed."

"Take a seat Ed." Ross said pulling out a chair.

We sat and talked for a while about the Chipendiddies, Boy butts bar and
Boy fuck monthly. Ross and I have been good friends since I started
coming here and Anthony loved talking about his boys and graciously
answered my questions. It was a lovely conversation but I had to go.
After an hour I stood up, "Well, I better be going."

"Great to see you Ed." Ross said.

"You too." I looked at Anthony, "It was lovely meeting you."

"And you." Anthony replied, "I'll be looking out for my boys in the next
issue."

"Oh they'll be there haha. Later." I walked to the exit.

On my way I passed the asshole from earlier and his son sitting quietly
at a table, both of them ashen in the face and shaking slightly. The man
had a scotch in front of him that he picked up with a trembling hand and
sipped before putting the glass back down, "... ... Oc... Octavius... "

"Y y yeah daddy?"

"I... I'm so sorry... " I could see the man was on the verge of tears.

The boy sat quietly for a moment before responding, "... ... ... daddy?"
The man looked at him, "... I... ... I liked it."

The man looked at his son in silence for a few moments, "... ... ... Me
too... " The man opened his arms and the boy sank into his embrace. He
held his son as they both wept quietly.

'Goddam.' I thought, 'Max is a fucking genius.' I walked out of the main
room and approached the cloak room greeting Brian with a smile that
matched his, "Okay. NOW I'll grab my jacket."

"Sure." Brian said then retrieved the garment I had forgotten to grab in
my drunken stupor the night before, "Here you go. Have a great day Ed."

"You too." I left Boy butts bar bidding farewll to Tyrone and got into a
cab. After giving the driver my address I put my hand in my pocket and
found my phone fully intending to call Alejandro and explain I wouldn't
be taking Diego out that night. When I pulled it out I was surprised to
find it wrapped in some paper. I opened the paper and saw it was a
letter. I read it...

Dear Ed

I saw what a state you were in after I told you not to come see me
anymore. Honestly I was so worried. I don't want you to hurt yourself
like this. Over the two years we have spent together I have come to know
you so well. I know you are a sweet, funny and caring guy. I also know
this is the kind of thing you will use to convince yourself you don't
deserve to be happy. You will use it as an excuse to let go and not take
care of yourself. I can't tell you what to do but I can tell you not to
use me as an excuse to do that. Please Ed. If you ever truly loved me
like you say then you will do one last thing for me. Please just try and
take a chance on happiness. Don't wallow in some dark place. There is a
light in you that has to shine. If you hide it from the world that's an
asshole move and I know you Ed. You are NOT an asshole. I know your boy
is out there somewhere. He needs you to find him. If you don't then it's
not just you that suffers, he does too. All I'm asking is that you try.
If not for yourself then for me. I know you'll do the right thing.

Adrian

I sat in the back of the cab reading the letter over and over again,
tears streaming down my face silently. Looking back on it now I feel
sorry for the driver. It must have been a very awkward ride. I folded the
letter and put it in my pocket. I picked up my phone and called
Alejandro, "Hey Alejandro it's Ed."

Alejandro answered, "Ed. Hey man. How are you?"

"Yeah I'm fine umm... listen... about tonight... " The longest three
seconds of silence of my life followed this statement as I wrestled with
what I was going to say, "... I just... wanted to tell you that... ...
... "

"... ... Ed? ... Ed you there?"

I put my hand in my pocket and felt Adrian's letter, "I just wanted to
tell you that... ... I can't wait to pick Diego up."

"Yeah?"

 "Yeah." I smiled, "We're gonna have a great time."



AUTHORS NOTE: So it's been a while. Looong story. Sufice to say I
actually wrote this numerous times and for one reason or another lost
early drafts due to events beyond my contol. Those events have, for the
time being at least, made it so that i cannot reveal my email address
here so unfortunately I cannot receive any messages about this or any of
my other stories. I don't know if this will change in the future. I
really hope you enjoyed the story and i hope you all have a lovely day.
Thanks so much for reading.

Thanks again
Edgar Friendly