Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2023 02:00:52 -0800 From: Brandon Stevenson Subject: Fucking My Way To College: Chapter 1 (Gay Adult Youth/ Encounters) This is a story I started but never completed, but am wanting to revamp and start again. Please forward all critique comments and praise to the email at the top :)! It's always appreciated!! Considering donating to nifty so we can Continue to have this site. The people in this story are not real, the events are made up. ________________________________________________________________________________ Hello everyone my name is Zachary, you can call me Zach that is what everyone mostly refers to me by. Let me go ahead and tell you a little bit about myself... ahh shit hold on let me think. Well like I had before my name is Zach, just in case you already forgot haha. Let's see ummm well I am seventeen years old myself, actually I just had a birthday almost two months ago so, don't be afraid to go ahead and wish me a happy birthday. I am in my last year of high school and going to be graduating, which hasn't been done in my family. And also I will be starting at UCLA in the fall, go bruins! Let's see...OH I'm 5'7 and I am asain and white so...wasain check! Haha get it...cuz cuz the tiktok sound...anyways uhhh. Yeah that is mostly it about me so yeah...nothing else particularly worthy I can think of at that type of my head. Oh wait.. Yeah one more thing! So, I am an escort. For all intents and purposes I will say this right now! So everyone pay attention to what I am about to say inside your little heads! ARE YOU LISTENING?! Sorry for yelling. I just need to put this little disclaimer out for you and anyone who might be a person in law enforcement that I haven't...done business with. Men pay me a certain amount of money to be with them for a certain amount of hours. I do not directly get paid to have sex, I just go and hang out with these men. And if we have sex then that is peerly coinsidence and just a random decision we make in that moment. Alright...? Alright. Sorry I had to break out that long ass speech on you. But I feel like it needs to be said, and believe it or not, sometimes I can get shy when telling people about my particular profession. Well now that I have told you, let me go ahead and tell you a little more about me. Like I said I am 5'7 I am white and asain myself if that matters to you, to some people it REALLY does...i'll get into that in a second. I am a slim body frame, like I have a flat stomach, however when I take my shirt off you are not going to see my bones. And you know what hey I am not ashamed to toot my horn little but, i have a nice fucking ass. It's not too big to where you question if it is even real, however when you see me walking past you're going to take notice if checking me out. My cock is about seven and a half inches when I am pumped and ready for action. Now...going back to my ethnicity like I said I am asain and white, I don't particularly know what asain I am...I'll tell you more about that later. I feel like I am a perfect blend of both of my parents' ethnicities, at least I think so. Recently I got told I was `not too asain' however I was still asain enough for certain fantasies...yeah that man paid me a lot so I just smiled. I have been escorting for about...you know what let me just go ahead and say that I am experienced. I started doing this mostly from time to time because I wanted to make my own money, now it is for my college fund and to get the holy hell away from my small town shit hole. Sorry for the language. But it sucks here. You know all those little christmas movie small towns, where everyone gets along and its strong community? Yeah well imagine that without all that Hallmark movie charm and you got my small town. However, I will say that my small town, even though it has many flaws, we are a major dairy farm town. Which supplies much produce to the rest of the state, which in turn also supplies the pockets...which supplies money in my pockets. Yeah I know what you are thinking, `aren't you afraid of being caught and getting in trouble?' Absolutely fucking not. I have literally slept with men in this town, not all, that literally make things happen...if you know what I mean. Cough Cough Mayor Cough Cough. Holy crap, I've been talking for a while now haven't I? I'm sorry about that. I can tell you more about me and my...profession later, right now I have a client on his way. So, this man's name is Mark and he is a very rich man. He is so rich in fact that I now have, what I like to call, quarterly meetings with him. He always books me for overnight bookings and tips generously, Mark has become one of the top fives. Now everyone has a thing when booking an escort, even if they don't realize it themself they all do. Some guys are just horny and need hole or dick to fuck, some are lonely and for the lack of the better word undesirable, and their is men like Mark. Mark is one of the men who book an escort for however long to pay for what they are lacking for in their day to day life at home. In Mark's case, it's a partner to come home to that actually treats him like a man with physical needs and emotional needs. Yeah, Mark is one of those husbands with a lot of money and a wife that hates his guts and is only there for the money. His words not mine. Mark for the most part just wants to be wanted, to be desired by a partner. So, that is when I come in and spend the rest of the day and night with me. Ding Dong Oh yayy, I forgot about the food being delivered. Oh well this delivery driver is about to see my...outfit of choice for this day. "Coming!" I shout, adjusting my skirt as I get up from the couch to answer the door. "Hi I have a delivery for...Zachary," he says obviously looking confused down at my choice of attire. This particular outfit of choice, a plaid skirt with a crop top. This is usually the fem boy look that Mark loves, when I first met him he made it known his particular tastes. Hence, the particular outfit for the particular overnight visit. "Ehhh thanks man." I say grabbing the bag from him, and quickly close the door before he has a chance to even say anything back. Had I been in my hometown this would have been something that would have made me panic. However, for the sake of his privacy and mine we go to his rental house, which is about forty-five minutes away from where we actually live. So, that guy will thankfully...hopefully never be seen by me again. Now that I have gotten dinner for us, I must start my houseboy duties and plate dinner for `daddy.' "Hello Zachary baby, are you here?" I hear as the front door swings open as I plate the last bits of food. I throw the bags away and put on my best smile, running towards the door excited. Turning around the corner I see my `daddy,' Mark,' bending over taking off his dress shoes. Mark is an older man in his fifties and from quick glances you would never guess it. Looking at the oldest, most people would say in his very late thirties at the most, and from his very strong muscular beefy physique I would think so too. "Daddy!" I say running over to him as he kicks off his shoes, opening his arms as I run into them. I slam against his chest as he chuckles, I lift my head and stand on tip toe and plant a kiss on his lips. "Mhhhmmm have you missed daddy baby?" "Yesss daddy I have." Which Isn't a lie, which I like when I don't have to with my clients. Which almost feels like a rare instance but hey. "Mhmmm daddy can tell, is this a new skirt baby boy?" He says, running his hands up the back of my thigh, and getting to the bottom of my ass cheek. "Daddy stooop" I giggle. "Come on, dinner is going to get cold!" I say trying to playfully get from his grasp. "Mhmmm I can have my dinner right here!" he says as he squeezes my bare ass underneath my skirt. "Zachary, are you not wearing any panties?" "...Maybe." "Bad boy." he smirks. "Daddy you know I hate wearing those. I prefer to go all natural." "So, does daddy." He says as he starts to attack my neck with kisses, making me moan in response. "Daddy come on stop. You need to have dinner." I say, forcefully now as I pull myself slightly away from him. "I already know you worked through lunch again today didn't you?" I ask and he goes silent and I give him a stern playful look. He nods his head. "See, I knew it. Come eat dinner, I'll even sit in your lap and feed you." "Fine fine fineee" He says as he lets me go from his grasp, not before giving me a swift slap on my ass. I grab onto his wrist and lead him to the table. Okay here is the thing about Mark, he is very complicated in the beginning. However, now he and I have spent a lot of time together and I know exactly what he wants. Which means I know exactly how to act and what to say to him. Mark, like I said, wants someone to treat him like a man, but more importantly he wants somebody who actually wants him and enjoys his company. He also enjoys little innocent playful acting boys, not so much a innocent uwu daddy baby talk, but not the other end acting like a masculine acting hard ass. Somewhere in the middle. Mark is the client that requires me to act the most, for sure isn't the only one but his sessions require the most of it out of anyone. "How was your day daddy?" I ask while sitting in his lap, bringing a piece of steak to his lips as he takes a bite. "Awful, from the second I stepped into the damn place." "Aww how come?" Here is another thing about Mark, he really does tend to talk a lot. Like when I ask him about work, or something that is going on in his personal life, or that `whore of a wife' he tends to really talk. I really do try and listen and give feedback and engage in the conversation, but when he talks about work, it is like watching paint dry. He works as a COO, and something about John from accounting and then I think he's worried about the investors or something? I really do try but it is so many names and different scenarios and situations that I can't comprehend. Today's instance is how fucking ridiculaous and unprofession John was during the last...zoom meeting? Oh man I really can't follow any of this talk ahhh! "And then!" Oh crap...I zoned out. I'm glad I don't get tested on any of this stuff. "Would you believe that this naughty boy! Sent me a towel picture of himself today while I was at work!" He chuckles as he rubs my thigh once more. "...Who sent you that daddy?" I ask innocently, making him spank the side of my ass again. "Reach over and get daddy the salt baby." I do as I am told, choosing to bend over the table instead of walking over there. "Mhmmm are you trying to make daddy hard?" "Nooo daddy I am just getting the salt like you asked, can't reach it though." I complain, bending over completely. Half of my ass is exposed as I bend over and pretend to reach for the salt. "Your such a naugthy boy." I can hear him push out his chair, seconds later I feel both hands grip my ass tight and spread my cheeks. I let out a moan as his tongue is shoved into hole, this is the one thing I truly don't need to fake when I am with Mark. His tongue is one of the best that I have ever had with clients and just people in general. His tongue punctures my hole multiple times, and runs over every inch agonizingly slow. "Did you miss daddy?" He asks, after delivering a swift hard slap on my right ass cheek. "Yess daddy, fuuck!" Moans spilling from my mouth as I hear him chuckle. He takes his hands off of me and stands up, as I raise my ass in the air for him. Slight whimpers leave my mouth as I slowly move my ass from side to side, wanting for him to take me against the table. He struggles to take off his belt, aggressively pulling it off, tossing it to the side and pulling his slacks and briefs around his knees. I hear him spit in his hand, stroking his cock with it as he slides the tip of his cock against my hole teasing me. "Ahhhh." I let out as his cock begins to penetrate my tight hole, not having been used now in about two weeks. His cock is only about five and a half inches or so, however it is very thick that definitely stretches me out. The both of us let out moans as he slides himself into me further, all the way until I feel his balls resting against my ass. I look back at him, my face full of pain and pleasure and I nod, indicating that I want him. Bad. "Ohhh my god baby, daddy has missed this ass so much." "Daddy pleasee just fuck me!" I whine, begging him as I grip the side of the table. He wastes no time teasing me, following my instructions and just starts to pound me. The sounds of him slamming against my ass fill the room, alongside both of our moans and grunts. "Fucking hell baby boy, daddy has really missed this ass. God it is so fucking tight! SO fucking hot seeing it jiggle for me!" He spills out grunting, still going rather slow for my liking. "D-daaddyy fuck me harder." He does as he is told and grabs tight onto my hips, going as fast as he can making the both of us getting a lot louder. His cock slides against my prostate, my hard cock throbbing and leaking onto the floor. I let out moans and whimpers, making it more known to him how good of a job he is doing. Only making him pound and grip my ass harder and tighter. "Fuckk daddys gonna cum baby. You want daddy to cum inside you baby?!" "Yes daddy do it please!" I plead, seconds later my ass is filled with his cum. He groans and squeezes my ass extremely tight, leaving temporary marks as he pounds me through his orgasm. Finally, he starts to slow down and grows soft as he bends over and rests himself on my back. Leaving kisses on my back as he slips out of my ass. "Come on baby boy, lets go take a bath." he whispers in my ear. The rest of the evening he and I spent just sweetly loving each other. He ran us a bubble bath that was hard to get through because I hate baths with a passion! Not because of the whole sitting in your own filth thing, but because they always get cold fast and no matter what they are too small for my personal taste. I have stayed in a five star hotel before and even that bath tub couldn't get me to love them. I always feel like I am getting cramped, you know? I wanna be apple to spread my legs and stretch out! Ahh..sorry I got side tracked...where was I? AHH yes the bath! That was eventually short lived when he got handsy and gave me a handjob that resulted in me cumming in the water. We took a very hot and steamy shower that consisted of lots of teasing and washing each other. Ohhh and him playing with my nipples. Okay here is the thing the second time we uhhh...spent time together. His fingers were cold...like an iceberg type of cold and he ran his fingers over my nipple! And I of course like any other person would, gasped and he took that as me having sensitive nipples. So, that has been things he loves to do to me, mostly sucking on them, and he seems to really enjoy it so I just go along with it. After that he fed me because I didn't get to have dinner, so of course he fed me and after that I didn't want to run the risk of having sex again. So I gave him a blowjob, honestly just so I wouldn;t have to clean them cum from my ass again. Which took a few minutes the first time and I didn't want to do it again. Then he got into the shower again and I got into my pj's and got ready for bed...which yeah leads to now here we are! "Ohhh my boy is wearing daddy's shirt to bed. I like to see that." He says as he steps out of the bathroom wearing a pair of sweats. This particular shit is an alumni shirt he loves to wear that goes down to just above my knee. Another thing that he loves to see me wear. "Of course daddy." I say as he gets under the covers laying next to me as we cuddle up with each other. Watching Tv in silence, running our fingers across each other's body in a playful way. "So, daddy was thinking of maybe going on a work trip in about three months and coming down and seeing you. Would be good, in a far away town and we could go out and do whatever we want.." "Yeah I guess." I purposefully pout as I stop running my fingers over his stomach. Choosing to go the extra mile I turn over and put my back towards him. "Heyyy Zachary what is going on." "Nothing" I say, obviously upset about something. "Baby come on, will you please talk to me." He says and I sigh, letting the silence linger for a few moments. "I just kind of hate how far away that is." "Ohhh come on baby boy, you know how much daddy wish he could see you sooner but it is-" "Not safe to see me too much, yeah I totally understand." I say getting a little mad now. Listen I don't want toot my horn here but...I am so good. "Come on baby boy, you know how this is for me. My wife might suspect something and I can't have that because it could ruin things." `I hate her but divorces and alimony are ridiculous.,' is actually how he put it to me when we first met. "Yesss I know Mark, forget I said anything." I say pulling the cover up to my shoulder pouting. "Come on baby...I'll tell you what. As soon as you are in LA I'll spend the whole weekend with you,and we won't have to stay inside. And I can take you everywhere and anywhere you want to go...including Disneylandd!" he says, making me smile a little. He knows about my actual attachment to disneyland...long story I'll get into it later. "Come on baby don't be mad at me please...I'll be your best friend." He says, making the both of us laugh. "You promise daddy?" "Daddy promises." he says and I turn back over and we kiss and I go back to laying on his chest. We cuddle each other until eventually he falls asleep, my own eyes coming heavy. Then it hits me. Something. Brillant. Brilliant enough that I know for sure it will get me extra money tips because he will want more. More in person but more also in pictures of videos which means...more money for ya boyy! Tehehehehe, I gotta be quiet. ________________________________________________________________________________ I don't know what wakes me up, the sound of the shower turning off or the lights coming on and quickly turning off. However, what I do know is it is time to put my plan into action. Which will not only get me more money, but also get me off because despite it being six in the morning I am pretty horny. Time to put my plan into action. "Daddy?" I ask walking into the living room. He is already all packed with his bags packed by the front of the door. "Baby boy, what are you doing awake this early?" he asks, sitting on the couch tying his work out shoes. "I should ask you the same thing daddy, you don't have to be at work till nine" "I know baby but daddy needs to drive back and then I still need to get my work out in. Daddy will see you again I promise." He grabs my upper hips, thankfully not feeling what I have underneath this shirt. "I left you the envelope on your night stand. Also, daddy didn't book for the maid to come till tomorrow so you can spend the day here doing whatever. I know you need your rest baby." "Can you please just stay, at least for an hour or two. I need you really badly" "Oh yeah? You need daddy real bad." He chuckles. "Yes daddy I do, inside of me. And also I was so distracted yesterday I didn't even get to give you my surprise." I groan, just putting into enough pouty voice to make it believable. "What surprise baby?" He asks. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, I slowly start to move it upwards. He looks at me confused but intrigued at what I am doing, just exactly what I want. I start going slower once I start to expose my bare thighs, he is still confused but even more intrigued as has let go of my hips. Finally, my shirt is high enough it is revealed so I take the shirt off completely tossing it to the floor. Leaving me in nothing but a small black laced thong, barely containing my half hard cock. The string in the back, essentially non existent as it is engulfed by both of my ass cheeks. "Do you like it daddy?" I ask as he stares, his eyes wide as he takes very large visible breaths. I turn around, showing off to him just how good my ass looks in them. "I know you like panties and stuff like this so I wanted to surprise you...surprise" I say smiling. He stays completely silent. "...Y-you do like it right?" I ask, pretending to get shy. However, the rock hard boner in his work out shorts already has given me the answer. "Youre. So. Fucking sexy boyyy." He almost growls as he grabs my hips, pulling me even closer to him. Running his hands over my exposed ass, his cock visibly twitching in his underwear. "You think I could help you out there daddy?" Without saying anything he lifts his hips off the couch, pulling his shorts and briefs around his ankles. Moving the string out of my ass I pull it to the side, immediately sitting in his lap as I do so. I reach around and grab his cock, bringing it and sliding it against my hole, making him hiss as I do it. I can't possibly begin to tease him, on account how geunionly horny I have become, I lift myself up slightly and force his cock inside of me. It hurts, more than it did yesterday, but I still fucking love it. I can tell from the way his head falls back and his loud exaggerated moan he does as well. I lean back and grab his thighs for support as I move myself up and down on his cock, making the both of us moan in ecstasy as I do. My cock starts to painfully harden in this tight confined space, I know I won't be wearing it long. Before I can register anything, daddy wraps his arm around me securing me. Picking me up and then laying me on my back, all while still inside of me. He wastes no time and continues the pounding of my asshole, and I waste no time in spreading my legs further and encouraging him to pound harder and faster. "Fuckkk shit I am going to cum!" He growls and doesn't wait for me to say anything, or even give me the chance to say anything. He grabs onto my thighs with a strong grip and pounds into me as hard as I know he can go. His face contorting with pleasure as I can almost feel his cock twitching inside me. Then he lets out a loud moan as he removes himself from me, and uncontrollably cums on me. It shocks me when the first and second spurs of cum land on my face, but I always obey and please so I open my mouth and allow him to finish painting my body. He strokes himself through his orgasm, the large bits of cum land on my thigh as we both catch our breaths. Eventually after sharing a cum swapping kiss, he leaves me as I lay there on the couch trying to gain my composure. I had no idea that buying this thong would have gotten this big of a reaction out of him. I stand up, my legs shake a decent amount, as I walk into the room and find and count through the envelope. Before I can relish in an amazing night's earnings, my phone makes the familiar `cha ching' noise. It's a venmo payment from Mark, for five hundred dollars. `Buy. More.' So, for today I have made five thousand five hundred. That is one reason why I love getting booked by mark.