Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 10:38:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan Leeds <ryanboy1991@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Prostitute

Confession of a Boy Prostitute
by Ryan


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There I stood, on the dock waiting for my next "client" to come
along. "Client" makes it sound so professional. Shit, I was waiting for
some horny pedophile to come by and pay me for my ass. I admit I looked
good. All 5ft2 of me. 12 years old, Blonde hair, pale white skin, wearing
tight torn jeans with a hole in the ass for easy access and a wife beater
covered by a leather jacket. No underwear, of course. That just gets in the
way. I'd had three "clients" tonight. I'm sure i could have another
soon. Who were these clients? Whoever would pay my fee. What do they look
like, I don't usually remember, unless they're my regulars. Usually I just
drop my pants and spread them. They cum, pay and leave.

How did I wind up being a boy prostitute? Two years ago, my parents
divorced, so I ran away from home to the big city. I needed to make money
and a nice man taught me about sex, money and power. He told me that my
asshole could make me money and that I could use it to get what I needed.

So, here I am. I leaned up against a pole, lighting a cigarette.  Sometimes
I use craigslist to find men. Sometimes get "referrals". Doesn't matter, as
long as they pay.

I have had many men try to save me from my life, some have tried to propose
a long term agreement with me. But that was like living with parents. Fuck
parents! I am free and I have money. What more do I need.

Ah, here comes a potential client. He's about 5ft10 mid 40s, business
suit. Has brown hair and a beard. Wearing an overcoat.

"Are you the guy from craigslist?" he meekly asks.

"Do you have the money?" He took about 5 twenty dollar bills. I counted
them. "Then I"m the boy from craigslist. How do you want to do this? Out
here or there's a nice abandon warehouse not far from here we can meet up.
It's heated."

"Th th the warehouse is fine..." he nervously said.  I looked at him in
amusement, "Am I your first chicken jailbait?" I asked directly.

"Y-yes" he answered.

I looked around, there was no one near. "I'll take good care of you. You'll
never want pussy or a grown man again, sir." With that I stood on my toes
and laid a big kiss on him. "Follow me".

We walked down the dock to an abandoned industrial area.  We walked up to a
building that was labeled "Clayfire" It used to be a place to fire
pottery. I turned on the kiln earlier to warm it up.  I took out my "key"-
I picked the lock.  I walked across the big empty room to what was an
office at one time. Inside was my "home" there was a cabinet with food, a
futon a TV and the Kiln, on the cement floor was a small rug.

We went into my room and I closed the door. "You remember the rules, I do
what you want- any bondage is extra and you can take pictures all you
want. I do role-play or savage animal fucking. Up to you. You're the boss."

"B-b-bondage? Oh, no, not me!" he said. "You're too precious to abuse..."

He walked up to me and gently touched me. It was so cute to see how nervous
these guys are the first time. They treat me like a china doll. If only
he'd seen me last week tied to the table being whipped, wearing a leather
hood with a ball crusher and covered in candle wax.  While another man had
his fist up my asshole.  Boy whores are made of rubber, we snap back fast.

He held me close to him and kissed me. He was gentle. and tense. I realized
I was going to have to take the lead.

After he kissed me. I looked at him. "Do you want a cocktail?" I walked to
the cabinet and poured him two bourbons and handed it to him. He downed it
fast. I drank mine and stood next to him. I have heavier "relaxers" if he
needs them

"Sir, I'll take the lead. You do what I say, this time. You need guidance."
One must be patient. He's been a boy lover all his life and he's afraid of
being found out. Society has conditioned him to hate who he is and what he
loves. He's been told he's disgusting and a pervert. Nothing sexual is
wrong as long as it's consensual.

I took off his overcoat and removed my jacket.  Exposing my bare arms. He
ran his hands over my soft hairless skin, pale white smooth soft boy
skin. I could see him getting hard as he did it. He was almost in tears as
he touched me. He never thought he'd be here, I bet.

I took off his suit jacket and pulled on his tie and pulled him to me, then
I thrusted my tongue into his waiting mouth.  He reacted with shock, but
that didn't last long. Soon he was slipping his in my mouth and we were
rubbing tongues together.

I removed his shirt button by button by buttons, teasing his chest with my
breathe with each button.  I could see the hair on his chest stand up on
end as I breathed my boy breath on him. I removed his tie and put in on my
neck. Then finished removing his shirt. to show his body, not muscular, but
lean and lots of hair. As I saw the chest hair, I smiled devilishly and ran
my fingers through it.  I dived into his nipples and began to lick and
feast on them. They were nice and pointed, great to suck and bite on. He
ran his fingers through my hair. I could hear him breath in in pleasure,
with a hint of fear and apprehension. He was still scared. I moved all the
way down his chest licking my way down his treasure trail and pulling the
shirt off as I dropped. Once on my knees I put my mouth on his crotch, his
fancy dress pants showed his cock off nicely. I breathed on it. Teasing it
for a minute. Then I undid his belt and unzipped his pants and took out his
cock. I looked up at him, to see him looking down at the 12 year old who
was an expert with cock. I watched him as I took it in my mouth. He
swallowed hard and closed his eyes as I began to suck and lick his cock. He
ran his fingers through my hair, held my head as he moaned.

"You never thought a young boy would suck you off, sir?" I asked when I
came up for breath.

"Y-yes.... damn that's good"

I dived back into his cock, sucking him and using one hand to jerk his
cock, while using the other to tug on his balls, massing them, as if I was
trying to coax the cum out of him.

I could smell his freshly washed pubic hair as I licked his balls and
continued to stroke his cock. It wasn't great sized about 5 inches, but I
can tell it hasn't seen a lot of action. He was leaking pre-cum early. I
knew this was going to be short, but thrilling. I loved seeing men get off
with their fantasy for the first time. Watching them unleash their deepest
darkest desires. The most taboo desire- not was in gay lust, but lust for a
preteen boy.

My small mouth took his cock inside again, rubbing against my cheek,
sucking the shaft and running my tongue on the head, seeing him wince as my
tongue runs on the bottom of the blood filled head. Taking it deep inside
my mouth, touching the back of my throat with it.  His hands running
through my hair, tugging on it. I wished he'd pull on it, hard. But he'll
get to that one day. His hands touched my head softly. I could see his legs
tense up, his stomach muscles hardened as he thrusted his cock forward, my
mouth could feel his cock head getting thicker and harder- then with a
grunt, he let loose of a stream of cum. Like the professional I was, I
swallowed all of it.  I took string after string of his cum. He was no
longer a boy virgin. He finally fed a boy his seed. After he was done, I
licked his cock clean. I removed the rest of my clothes. I took off the
rest of his. I was still wearing his neck tie.

My 5 inch boy cock was hard. I looked at my naked man and asked, "Do you
like it?"

He nodded.

"You can suck on it, you know you want to." I told him

I sat laid on the futon and spread my legs. he came up walked up to me,
laid down and put my dick in his mouth.  I could see his cheeks sink in as
he applied sucking pressure to my cock. Then he began to move his head up
and down on it. His big mouth swallowing my cock, running his tongue on the
head. In a bit of overacting, I moaned and tossed my head back (always give
them a good show).  I ran my fingers through his short cut hair, moaned.
"Fuck, sir, you're good. You sure this is your first time?" I said between
moans. I ran his hand on my hairless chest and hairless crotch. I hadn't
grown pubic hair yet, but I can cum. Nice place to be.

He licked my smooth balls and began to move his hands around my body, He
was getting used to the idea of molesting me and that it was okay.

"That's it daddy, you can touch me... fuck yeah, you know you've been dying
to touch a preteen boy..."

His sucking and moving picked up as he heard that. I started to fuck his
face. I thrusted my cock into his mouth.

"Daddy, I'm going to shoot! Fuck daddy, you want to eat it?"

"Yes" he said muffled as he picked up speed. I could feel the tingle in my
feet the burning in my stomach, my cock began to tingle, I thought every
nerve in my body was going to explode as I shot a load into my John's
mouth. He looked shocked at the size of the load and soon he forgot about
that as he began to swallow it.

He came up to me and kissed me deeply, after I ate some of my cum out of
his mouth. He grabbed my legs, pushed them over my head, shoved a pillow
under my hips.

"Yes! That's what I'm talking about!" I shouted as he took control. He took
the bottle of lube from my bedside, put it on his cock and shoved it in my
asshole, bit by bit by bit.

He didn't' know I like it in there FAST and hard. The fire inside had taken
off. He was a man possessed by his inner desires!

He thrusted in and out of my boy whore hole. It was somewhat stretched from
my other clients, but still small and tight, just they way the men like it.

He pushed my legs down to my chest and I could feel his balls banging on my
ass. His face was one of a man who had held in his desire for boys and was
finally getting what he wanted.

"Fuck me, sir! Use my hole!" I shouted. Guys liked dirty "porn talk". With
that he picked up speed and I raised my arms up to his chest and ran my
fingers through the hair. I can tell he doesn't get touched there much. His
skin goose bumped at the touch of my hand on him.  He liked it, he smiled,
bent down to kiss me. Not as nervous as before, this time he had more
confidence and authority in his kissing. His tongue went into my mouth
first as his ass lifted up and down.

My hands reached over my head to hold on the the futon mattress. Arching my
back, tossing my head back and forth in pleasure. I was moaning, and cooing
with pleasure. My ass loved man cock in me.  I was loving it, but I knew
from experience, this wasn't going to last long.

He pounded me hard, I could feel his cock getting harder, the shaft got
thicker, it was getting ready to shoot.

"Seed me, sir! Knock me up!" I shouted at him. "I know you want to fill me
up with your man cum."

"Fuck, yes!" he replied, as his motion got more erratic, his rhythm was
off, he was dripping sweat on me, I rubbed my hand on his face and licked
his sweat off it. The smell of man sweat as he neared climax was sexy to
me.  He grunted and growled as I could feel him filling me up with load
after load of cum. He kept on fucking me until he was soft. I, then,
slipped down and licked his cock clean.

I laid on the futon and he "nestled" with me.

"Sorry, I came so fast, boy." he said.

"Not at all, usually the first time is so exciting, that happens. Next time
you won't cum as fast."

"Next time?" he asked.

"Boylovers always come back when they know they can get a boy who will keep
their secret, while giving them a chance to live their desires. A desire
that old politicians and creepy perverted church people tell you is
wrong. But, it's not. You just love differently. That's what makes you
special, sir." We made out for a few minutes. I was hoping he would have
fucked me on my knees and gagged me with the tie. But, he was new and I
have some work in store for me here.

He got dressed and left me my fee plus a tip. He didn't' linger long, but
he had my mobile number if he needed more services. At least he didn't say
he loved me. I hate that. I'm the first boy who meets their desires and
they fall in love. Fuck that love shit!

After he left, I washed and got dressed again. Went back out to the
docks. I lit a cigarette, took out my mobile. I had a couple replies to my
advert and my phone was about to explode with messages. Who else needed my
services tonight? I thought as i flicked ashes on the ground. I might go
hang out by the gay bars. Usually I find one or two quick alley fucks
there. As I replied to a couple of the messages.



Thanks for reading.  If you like this let me know. I love feedback and
ideas. If you like it tell me so I can write more. Feel free to share
loves, adventures and desires with me. Dont' be afraid to tell me how many
loads you shot. I love it all!

I also have Pokemon Boy, Daddy's Boy and long series My Introduction to
Porn. Plus more pervertedness in my head. Happy stroking.

Thanks Ryan.

ryanboy1991@yahoo.com