Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 16:10:10 +0100 From: Nightnurse Subject: Money-4-sex Disclaimer: Call me old fashioned but I think love & sex go together like "Strawberries and cream" so when you're not with someone you love, you can only have sex with yourself; but we all know that sex can be bought for cash, and there are places were gay sex can be bought, where age is never mentioned. By writing this story I am not condoning, or recommending this action - and with the threat of AIDS I suggest you stay away from such practices - but this is just fantasy, and no one was harmed - so enjoy. SEX FOR MONEY- Chapter One A Fruitless Evening I had already been cruising around the notorious 'meat-market' for an hour and the result was just zero! Saturday evening is the best time for shopping, but this evening the offered goodies were extremely rare -and of remarkably low quality as well. Only three boys had approached me until then, all of them above eighteen, and with strange, ominous faces. I declined, of course. Like most of the gay people who were cruising up and down the dark allies in their cars, I had developed an obsession with Saturdays: a willing cheap boy, a quick fuck or suck in the car - the week's relief. And like most of my kind, I had made my dreams during the week and waited for the weekend full of hope. So, this Saturday was very disappointing, indeed. I had parked my car on a nearby street, not far from the 'market' but at a safe distance in case of police raid, and was pondering my next move: should I give up and hope for a better Sunday evening (not very probable, in fact) or give it another try? It was already 11 p.m., a time when the best 'pieces' have usually been already bought out and you should be very lucky to find a decent left-over. The street was dark and empty, with the fewest of passers-by. It was not a spot of business, any way. So, I didn't pay much attention to the people who occasionally passed by my car. 'Well, I'll try once more, and then go home for a good wank', I made up my mind. Just then, as I was reaching for the switch-key to start the engine, a group of people passed, talking and laughing vividly. I glanced indifferently and started the engine. The roar of the motor made them turn around and, as far as I could see in the dim light, I knew it was a group of five boys, walking casually towards the 'market' main street. I felt my interest wake up. Mightn't it be an unexpected opportunity? 'Far fetched', I said to myself, 'They're just going home, you perverted mind!' The group had obviously lost their interest in that unlit car and kept walking their way. Without a second thought, I switched the headlights on and drove very slowly towards their direction. A street lamp ahead better lighted a patch of the street a few meters and I managed to drive past them as they were in that pool of light. Gosh! At least some of them were real boys, exactly the kind I mean by this word: boys in their earliest teens and, beyond any doubt, poor boys -which means easy boys. With a pounding heart, I stopped the car 20 meters ahead of them and waited. They didn't change their pace, but as they passed by my car, they slowed down and turned their faces to me. Was that interest or mere curiosity? Surely, I should test it! The boys had now stopped on the sidewalk, three of them facing my car, the other two with their backs to me. They appeared to be talking of something very interesting, judging by their gestures. And, if it was not just wishful thinking on my part, their interest had something to do with my car. In a case like this, the best test is creating a new opportunity. So, I drove slowly past them again, giving them a long and steady stare, and stopped the car 30 meters ahead, where a big tree made the place really dark with its shade. The boys were still there, talking and gesturing. One of them lit a cigarette. So, it was vain hope after all! You're deluding yourself, I said to myself, and lit a cigarette. I would smoke it and then go home, hoping that next weekend would be more fruitful. The light tapping at the right window of my car startled me disproportionately. I had already smoked half of my cigarette and quit watching the boys. I turned jerkily and saw a face stuck on the glass. He was saying something and beckoning. I opened the window halfway. "Yes?' I said. "Hi Mister... Do you have a match?" the stooping figure asked with not much self-assurance, holding a cigarette between his fingers. "Sure!" I hurried to reply and offered my lighter with slightly shaking hands. Right then I realized that the whole bunch were looking at me through the right window or the windshield. In the faint light I could tell that the one who had asked for fire was the oldest one -seventeen? Eighteen? - and the less good looking too. But, judging by the silhouettes of their bodies, the rest of the boys looked very much younger...The ugly face remained silent within the frame of the window. Then he took a few puffs at the cigarette, which seemed to give him some confidence. "Feeling alone?" he asked. 'You might say so..." I said, with a dry mouth. "Looking for company?" he asked again, after a few more puffs. "Depends..." I answered vaguely. Surely it was not him I would have as company! "OK", he said and tried to open the door, which, prudently, I had kept locked. "Look", I said, "It was not you I had in mind..." "Why not?" he asked. His surprise was very genuine. "Well, you see, I like younger boys, if you don't mind..." My first hesitation was already gone and I was taking control of the situation. To my surprise, he took no offense at my turning him down! "Hey, you little pricks, it's you the mister wants", he said to the rest of the group. I was amazed at the way he addressed the boys! Surely, the term 'prick' fitted the case perfectly! At his call, four boys swarmed around the car door, trying to open it. "Hey", I said, "I didn't mean all of you! I can only take one!" And I meant it. Only once in the very distant past I had taken two boys together and the experience had proved to be very unpleasant. "It's me then!" a big and rather fat boy said authoritatively and pushed the others away. "Why you?" a slim boy shouted furiously and tried to displace the fat one, but without success. But now that the situation was absolutely under my control, I was decided to make my choice at ease -and safely: the boys were obviously underage and the place was too public for picking up a minor. "Look", I said, "we'd better talk about it in a more suitable place. Take this street", and I showed them a pitch dark and very isolated ally, "and keep walking. I'll meet you soon." And before they had time to object, I drove away. In the side-mirror I saw them walk towards the street I had told them. So far so good! I took ten minutes of wanton driving and then drove to the suggested street. And there they were, all the five of them, walking slowly with their faces turned to my direction. I passed them and stopped under a dim street lamp. If I were to make my selection, I'd need some light. The place was absolutely empty and secure. The boys came close at once and encircled my car. So, this was the moment I was always dreaming about: I was given the possibility to choose a boy out of a group! I was almost shaking with excitement. The fat boy had managed again to take the place near the window and was pushing the rest back. He was out of question, of course. The taller and older one, who had asked for a fire, stood in the back, knowing he was already excluded. The three remaining boys made an effort to displace the fat one, which almost started a fight. I had to make my choice soon, before a war had broken out! "You!", I said to the tallest of the boys, "come closer." He put his head through the open window with triumphant eyes. Yes, he seemed fairly good-looking and at the right age, fifteen, as far as I could guess in the darkness. "OK, come in!" I said and unlocked the door. He sat next to me as I was shifting the first gear in. "Mister, don't you want me too? I have a big cock, mister! You'll like it!" A boy had pushed almost half of his body through the window and was begging for a chance! The situation was getting rather complicated. Without a second thought, I opened the back door. He darted in and slammed the door. As I was starting to roll the car, in the glare of the dashboard I saw a lovely face looking sadly at me. Who was this? I asked myself. I had not paid him much attention before; he had never stuck his face in my car like the others. I rolled slowly away carrying my newly acquired goods, but the sad face was still in my mind. "Who was the other boy? The tiny one?" I asked. "Who, George?", asked the one sitting next to me. "Very good boy! He's a virgin." And after a pause: "Don't you like him?" "But two is already too many!" I said, trying to persuade myself. "He's a very good boy", the boy in the rear seat spoke. "And he wants to try, he's never done it before." I made a very fast U-turn and the tires screeched, but it was already past midnight and traffic-police control was very unlikely. The three boys were going back to the main road. "Tell George to come in", I said to the back seat boy and stopped near the group. At his call, George leaped in, unable to believe in his good luck. He wasn't the only one. Myself, I could hardly believe both the scandalously lucky end of a fruitless evening and what I was doing. Three boys together was far beyond any of my wildest dreams... SEX FOR MONEY - Chapter Two - Starters But, since I had already done it, there was no point in feeling guilty. Whatever was to come would come. The boys were now silent. "Do you have a cigarette?" the boy next to me asked. "Sure", I said and offered him my packed and lighter. In the light of the flame I tried to see what he looked like. What I saw was rather disappointing. The dim light of the ally had deceived me. He was older than I had thought, surely sixteen and not very attractive. In the short while he took to light his cigarette, I saw a dark face with a marked teenage moustache and a pitted look. "How old are you?" I asked him. "Seventeen" he answered proudly. "He's lying" the sturdy boy from the back seat stepped in the conversation. "He's sixteen. He always pretends he's older." "And you are fourteen, not fifteen!" the one next to me retorted. Now, fourteen is a magical number for me! At only the mention I felt my cock slightly stir in my pants. "What's your name?" I asked the boy next me. "Costa", he said. "Have you fucked a man before?" I advanced one step further. "Many!" he assured me. "And what do they say about your tool?" I asked, feeling my cock stirring harder. This kind of conversation always excites me. "They shout!" he replied with much self-esteem. "You mean it's big?" I asked. I already had a half hard-on. "I mean it's a killer! Want to see?" And before I could answer, he unzipped his fly and brought out his sex tool! I was driving on a cardinal street and the light was profuse, so I could see very clearly a dark brown massive piece of meat dangling down from the open pants! The foreskin covered the head, but its hugeness was clearly visible under the skin. It was a killer, no doubt! "You like it?" he asked proudly. "Will it be enough for you?" "More than enough!" I replied, still surprised at his equipment. I reached for the much promising meat, forgetful of the unattractive face, and held it in my hand. With such an awful tool, who cares about faces? Of course, tasking it in my arse was totally out of question, it would wreck my hole for ever, but playing with so plentiful a cock and sucking its giant head is not something you have everyday... "Shake it!" he murmured and spread his legs apart to give me more room. The feeling was extremely arousing: a mass of warm, soft, abundant cock-meat in my hand! At its base a thick bush of black hair had come out of the fly. I slipped my hand in the trousers in search of the boy's balls. Balls play a very important part in my sexual preferences. He was wearing briefs and the cock had been brought out through the left leg. I grabbed the balls together with the material that was covering them: Impressive! Bigger than ping-pong balls! I pulled the material over the big bulge and forced the balls out of the briefs. Then I pulled them out of the jeans and looked. Huge, soft and comfortably set in a large, hairy ball-sack! I returned to the cock. Despite the fondling, it had remained soft and flaccid, dangling to and fro with every bump of the car. "What do you feed it, to grow so big?" I joked. "Arse-holes!" he said. "I can only imagine what it must be like when it's hard", I said. "When I stick it up your arse, you will beg me to pull it out!" he answered, and taking his cock from my hand, he pulled down the foreskin, revealing a superb cock-head. "It's a killer!" he repeated emphatically. "You'll see!" A small drop of precum was already crowning the slit. I could feel my own precum damping my pants. A hand tapped my shoulder from behind and surprised me. Absorbed with Costa's cock, I had forgotten the other boys. "Is it far where we're going?" It was the stout fourteen-year-old who asked. "Less than ten minutes" I answered, only now realizing that I was driving towards my own home. Now this is not what I usually do with the boys I pick up. It's a matter of security. A quick fuck in the car suffices to relieve me for a week without putting in danger my place. But this time was special, wasn't it? I said to myself and cut off any recriminations. Now that I was again aware of the back seat boys, I remembered I had not checked out their commodities. "What's your name?" I asked the boy. "Christo" he said. "And what do you have to offer?" I said gaily and reached for his crotch. It isn't too easy to catch a cock in the back seat while driving, I assure you. "Here" Christo said and holding my hand, guided it to his cock. Which was as hard as iron and absolutely free of clothes! He had already pulled his pants down and exposed his goods! I grabbed the boy's sticking cock instinctively! "Oh, shake it..." he said and pushed his hard-on in my palm with fuck-like moves. Definitely, it was a very considerable tool: pleasurably long but not huge, and reasonably fat, enough to cause a pleasant pain on entry but not tear apart an arse hole. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Perfect!" I said, with my arm almost strained in my effort to cup the boy's sturdy cock. Driving through my neighborhood, I took the last turn to my home. The time of truth was only a hundred meters away... "Get dressed, all of you!" I advised the company, "and follow me silently." SEX FOR MONEY - Chapter Three - A Fruitful Night Savories It was past midnight, so nobody was in the lobby and we entered my flat quite unnoticed. I pulled every shade down ant turned all the lights on. At last, I could inspect my crop. The boys were obviously feeling a bit embarrassed. I invited them to take a sit and hurriedly prepared glasses of refreshments for them and a double whiskey for me. On a second thought, I added some whiskey to their glasses too. A little alcohol always warms the atmosphere. I handed them their drinks and sat in the large armchair. Sipping at my drink, I examined my acquisitions in the profuse light. Costa was definitely unattractive, but I could not forget his extraordinary dowry. Surely it would make up for his disadvantage in looks. I noticed his fly was unzipped. He must have opened it as soon as we entered. A promising sign... I turned to Christo. Dark faced and black haired, he was not exactly a beauty, but not ugly either. In fact he was in a way attractive, with his slightly swollen lips, which gave him a lustful expression. His lean but robust frame emitted an air of effectiveness. Both Costa and Christo were sitting on the couch. George had taken a seat in a corner, somehow isolated from the rest. I turned to him. I had not seen his face very well until then, and in the car he had withdrawn to the darkest end and had not spoken a word. Now, in the full light, I was surprised to find out that he was a really pretty boy! His face was ivory white, his hair dark, and his eyelashes long. And his face was absolutely hairless. Not even a trace of teenage moustache. Utmost smoothness! I noticed he had not drunk from his glass and that he was seriously embarrassed. "Come closer, George", I said as gently as I could manage and made room in my armchair for him. Obediently, he squeezed his very slim, almost fragile body next to mine. The physical contact was very pleasant. "How old are you, boy?" I asked, putting my arm around his shoulders. "Fourteen" he said not exactly convincingly. "Are you sure?" I asked. Christo laughed mockingly, but said nothing. 'Yes" little George whispered. "We shall know soon" I said, and tenderly put my right hand on his crotch. The bulge was despairingly small. "If you're fourteen, then you must have some pubes" I added. "Do you?" He hesitated. "I don't have... But I'm fourteen" he insisted and blushed. "He's a virgin," Christo reminded me. OK, I said to myself, what if he is too young? What is the problem? He's here, willing to offer you his meat, so stop teasing him. I kept holding lightly the small content of his pants. And all of a sudden, I was amazed at feeling his cock's size increase very fast! Unbelieving, I fumbled the small hard thing under the denim. It was a boner, no doubt! "Boy! You're fast!' I commented and slipped my hand under the waistband and into his pants. His erection was no longer and thicker than a finger, but as rigid as steel! I held the boy's rod tight in my hand, feeling my cock rising up at an incredible speed. The sense of so small, yet fully erect a cock was absolutely new to me -and fascinating as well. I stood up and gently pushed little George back in the armchair to an almost supine position, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down. His boyhood emerged, stretched to its full length and pointing up to his bellybutton. In fact, there wasn't much to see, but it was the youngest cock I ever had a chance to set my eyes on. Going by the size and appearance, the boy was not older than twelve: not the slightest trace of pubic hair was visible around his little piece of meat or balls. Absolutely smooth skin. But surely little George was already a skilled wanker: the foreskin around the cock-head, due to frequent use, was loose and, if fact rolled down, revealing the tip. The balls were small, wrapped loosely in a soft ball-sac. With a slightly shaking hand, I reached out for the boy's treasure and held his balls. As I grasped them in my hand, the cock foreskin rolled further back. George spread his legs out to make things easier. With my fingers I held the throbbing shaft, uncertain of what to do with it. I had a pressing urge to suck the young cock. But as I was pondering on what to do next, a voice came from where the other boys were sitting: "We're here, too, you know." Still holding George's cock, I turned towards the couch to see Christo already fully naked! He had taken his clothes off and sitting with his legs apart, he was looking at me with a telling smile. "What is this!" I exclaimed nodding towards his fully erect cock.. And 'this' was really marvelous! A very considerable rod of hard meat, up and proud, bareheaded, with a very small bush of hairs around its base and a sweet sac of balls beneath! This was a perfect cock, if I ever saw one! "Come here!" I said, unable to take my eyes from his cock. Slowly and obviously proud of his tool, he stood in front of me, exposing to my eyes a shaft of meat that was pointing straight to my face. With no second thoughts, I grabbed the luscious dick and sucked it into my mouth. I didn't waste time tongue-playing with the cock-head or licking the balls. I was so hungry for cock-meat; I just swallowed the whole thing and kept sucking, until I felt it hit my throat! Having lost control over myself, I started chewing on it! "Hey, you're hurting me!" Christo protested and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I pulled myself together and did what a cocksucker normally does: holding the shaft in one hand, I licked and gently sucked its head, cupping the balls in my other hand. Christo obviously was enjoying the action and his pole became even harder than before. Soon he took the initiative: he held my head with both his hands, and started fucking my mouth keeping a steady rhythm, as if he was fucking an arse-hole. Despite his age, this boy knew how to enjoy a blowjob! With my lips tightly around Christo's cock, I noticed little George was shaking his own meat, watching Christo fuck my mouth. I turned to see what Costa was doing. Unnoticed and unattended in my fervor for the rest, he was sitting quietly on the couch. His fly was wide open and his imposing brown cock was hanging down over the band of his lowered briefs, still flaccid but even bigger than I had felt it, with an impressive head fully revealed! His was a really massive tool! I pulled away from Christo's cock, so fast; it sprang up on its exit from my mouth. "Come closer, you big dick!" I summoned him and pushed Christo aside. Costa got up and walked towards me, his long thick cock swinging as it bounced from side to side. He stood in front of me and, for a couple of moments; I examined the bulky dark-brown meat hanging down from the rich growth of dark hair and over the elastic band of the briefs. Then, impatiently, I pulled his pants down to his knees. Under the cock a pair of considerably sizable globs were revealed, dangling low in their sparsely haired, big and soft sac. The cock bounced on the large balls and hung well past them, its foreskin rolled back and the head fully exposed. Hurriedly, to prevent it from getting hard, I held the soft mass of meat and sucked it into my mouth! I love the feeling of a hard-on forming inside my mouth, the sense of cock-meat hardening slowly under the treatment of my tongue, expanding and stretching my lips, filling the cavity with its delightful taste. So, I gulped in the full length of Costa's flaccid cock, until I felt my nose buried in his soft long pubes. The sense was unique, as I felt on my tongue the brackish taste of the precum that had oozed from his cock-slit. With my mouth crammed with meat, and blinded by the boy's pubes, I reached for the cocks of the other two boys. They obliged, guiding my hands to their boners and I started to jerk them, waiting to feel Costa's cock stir in my mouth and start its progress towards my throat. But after ten minutes of sucking and tongue play, the much promising cock remained an inert mass of meat! I left George's tiny but fully erect dick and cupped Costa's balls, squeezing them in an effort to kindle his fire. Nothing changed. I left Christo's iron-hard rod and holding Costa from his waist I pulled him closer, applying a stronger suction at the same time. I felt his cock stretch dangerously, but no sign of life came. "It hurts!" he complained and tried to pull his cock out. I stopped sucking the useless meat and it came out of my mouth with a 'pop' sound. Then it bounced on the balls and hung down, plentiful, desirable and definitely inert! Very much disappointed, I turned to Christo. He was watching the cock-suck intensively, stroking his hard swollen cock, tightly gripped in his hand. "Stand up" I said. Costa withdrew to the couch and Christo took eagerly his place in front of me. His cock, fully erect, was proudly pointing to his navel. Smaller than Costa's, it was a considerable pole nevertheless. And it surely was a reliable tool! "Push it into my mouth" I said and closed my lips tight. He held the shaft, brought it even with my mouth and pressed the large swollen exposed head of his cock against my lips. I felt the hard meat pushing harder, trying to open its way to my mouth. The resistance he met made the boy more passionate and his attempts more forceful. I loosened my lips just a bit. The cock-head popped in aggressively. I tightened my lips again. I wanted to have the feeling of this horny boy raping my mouth. Christo must have read my mind, or was he beyond his patience. Anyway, he held my head with both his hands and with a strong and determined move he violated the barrier of my lips and shoved the full length of his rod into my mouth! The sense was superb as I felt his balls push against my chin. This was a real boy's cock, the one I had in my mouth! The effort he made to enter, must have intensified the boy's heat, because, as soon as he felt his boyhood in the warm and wet cavity, he held my head firmly and started fucking my mouth furiously, with fast and jerky movements. He slowly withdrew his cock, but before it could slip out completely, he rammed it back into my mouth, so vigorously that his balls slapped my chin. His entering movements were fast and stab-like and I felt he was trying to push his pole beyond my throat. Enthralled as I was by the sense of so young a cock fucking so ardently my mouth, I didn't notice the first spasms. And when I noticed, it was already late: his whole body went rigid and his cock started shooting in my mouth spurts of hot and thick boy-juice, hitting again and again the roof of my mouth, as the raunchy teenager was unloading his love-fluids! 'Shame!' I thought to myself, still with Costa's prick in my mouth. I hadn't wanted him to finish so soon, I wanted to feel this burly cock invade my arse-hole and burst in my rectum. After six of seven squirts of cum, Costa loosened his grip of my head and tried to pull his cock out, but I held him from his buttocks and stopped him. With my mouth still full of the boy's unexpectedly copious sperm, I was enjoying the feeling of his deflating cock. When I finally let it out, it hung down on his still tight balls and a drop of cum trickled down to the floor, forming a thin sticky thread on its way. "It's a shame you finished so soon" I managed to falter, as my mouth was still full of his cum. "No problem" he said. "In ten minutes it will be up and ready again!" This boy's self-confidence and straightforwardness was remarkable indeed! And very promising... Meanwhile, the sperm in my mouth had lost its heat and mixed with my spit. I went to the bathroom and let it out in the sink. It formed the same slimy thread. When I came back, I found Costa and Christo seated on the couch, with their pants still around their knees. On Christo's cock-head a last drop of cum had formed, sparkling in the light of the nearby shade-lamp. Costa's cock lay on his thigh, long and inert like a sleeping snake. Only George's cock was still alive, without even his touching it! I went closer and inspected the boy's tool. No longer than 10 cm., it was whitish and absolutely hairless. Hard though it was, the head was still covered by the foreskin, with only a small part of the tip protruding. The balls were tight between the smooth thighs and an almost invisible half-moon of golden down was crowning the base of the shaft. "What do we do with this now?" I voiced my self-question. "Suck it?" replied the boy a bit embarrassed. "Take your clothes off", I made up my mind. He stood up and with quick movements got rid of all his clothes. Then he stood and waited. His skin was pale and his body almost fragile. I had never had so young a boy and the fact was exciting and embarrassing at the same time. Still watching the naked little boy (and his invariably hard cock!) I took my clothes off. My cock was hard long ago and the heat of the previous action had produced lots of precum, which had soaked my underwear. The boy was watching cautiously. I took him from his arm and guided him to the bedroom. He glanced a bit anxiously his friends, but followed obediently. I made him sit on the verge of the bed and then tenderly pushed him to lie on his back. His little arse was lying against the rim of the bed and his legs were folded to an angle. I parted his legs as far as they would go and then I dropped to my knees and used my right hand to hold the slender shaft and left hand to cup his hairless balls, while I lowered my mouth to his marvelous equipment. I started with his balls, licking lightly the hairless sac, and then worked my way up to his throbbing little rod. I licked it all the way up and felt the skinny body shudder. Using my tongue, I pulled the foreskin back to reveal the cock-head, and finally, I grabbed the virgin cock and buried it deep in my mouth. George left a hollow moan. I clamped my lips around the shaft and started to give him a slow blowjob, sliding the whole length of his tiny tool in and out of my mouth. George's breath was now faster and deeper, accompanied with sighs and louder moans. Five minutes later I could tell he was about to cum, as his whole body stiffened up and he let out a loud and high-pitched moan. This time I was prepared and as soon as I felt his cock spasm and jerk, I pulled away. The little stiff boner snapped out of my mouth onto his belly. I clasped it in my hand and gave it one or two jerks, just enough for the boy to reach his climax. A drop of thick sperm shot from the slit and landed on his navel. Then two smaller watery drops just oozed out and crept down his shaft. And that was all. In fact, it was a miracle he was able to cum at so early an age... Tenderly, I held the deflating boy-meat and licked the love-juice. It tasted kind of sweet and I swallowed it with much pleasure. George remained on his back with his eyes closed, apparently exhausted after his first blowjob, while his cock slowly shrank into a tiny piece of meat. The main dish "How do you like it playing with toys?" I heard Christo say as he sat on the bed next to George. He lay on his back with his legs sprawled, and held his marvelous boner upright, to aim the ceiling. "Time for the real thing!" he said and pointed his rod to my direction. "You're hard again!" I exclaimed, surprised at the boy's endless raunchiness. "I told you not to worry!" he replied and pulled down his foreskin, revealing his meaty cock-head, wet again with pre-cum. I looked at his dark brown boner ecstatically. It was not a huge thing, like Costa's, it was just an ordinary cock -maybe a bit larger for a fourteen-year-old boy - but the sense the sturdy organ was emitting was that of self-confidence and efficiency, of determination and competence. It was a reliable tool, designed for perfect performance, and I'd be damned if I didn't fully exploit its capabilities. "Lie down on the bed both of you and make room for me" I said. They obeyed and I lay between them, with George on my right and Christo on my left side. For a moment the situation seemed ideal, but then I thought I could enhance it a little more, so I called Costa to join the party. In the mean time, he had taken off his trousers and briefs and as he reached the bed, his enormous flabby cock was swinging limply left and right like an off-tune pendulum. Hoping this immense organ might eventually come to life, I asked him to remove all his clothes and sit in a chair and watch the action. Then I inspected the two cocks at my disposition. Christo's was as erect as ever and obviously eager to fill either of my holes. What was a surprise was Georgie's little tool, which had gone again firm and upright, despite his recent ejaculation! Being in a way a virgin too, as far as so young a boy was concerned, I grabbed his immature pole and arching my body, I took it in my mouth. This insufficient piece of meat had a mesmerizing effect on me! Without any special effort, I managed to take in the small balls as well. And as I started sucking the whole of his treasure, George begun to make jerky, fucking movements, lifting his bottom from the bed in an attempt to go even further into my mouth. My excitement was great and I felt thick drops of precum oozing out of my cock-head. It was right then that I felt a hard, unyielding rod poke against the crack of my arse! Christo, taking the initiative, was trying to force his cock into my arse-hole! The timing was perfect, indeed! Still sucking George, I took a more suitable position and lifted my left leg to offer my back door to the incomer. My arse-cheeks parted a bit, making room for the probing tool. In no time I felt Christo slap the head of his cock against my arse lips. The stiff meat was hot and the sense sent shivers all over my body, while my hole twitched impatiently. I pushed my hungry arse against its welcome invader and felt my arse lips slowly give way to the insistent pressure. I pulled my left arse-cheek with my hand, exposing my craving hole to the desirable cock. I wanted to shout "Push!" but my mouth was still full with George's boyhood. But Christo had no need of any prompting. He just gave a powerful push and the swollen head of his cock popped into my arse hole! "Ahhh!" I shouted pulling my head away from George's genitals. "Stop! It hurts!" and instinctively pulled my arse away form the ruthless pole. I never thought Christo's cock would be such a killer! My earlier assessment of his assets proved to be absolutely wrong. "Come on now, let me shove it in!" Christo protested and held me from the waist. I felt his hot rod between my arse-cheeks and jerked away. "No way!" I said. "Not now. You must do it slowly!" Disappointed, he lay on his back and started to stroke his raging cock. 'Now what?" I asked myself. My arse, having tasted raw meat, now was as hungry as a shark. I turned to George. "You, come here!" I ordered the little boy. Lying on my back, I lifted my legs, exposing my arse-hole to his view. "Kneel between and fuck me!" I said in a voice that took no objection. Tamely, the little boy did as I ordered. Obviously, he was totally inexperienced, but his stiff cock was very eloquent about his willingness. I rested my legs on his fragile shoulders and pulled him towards myself. Soon I felt his rigid meat against my hole. "Shove it!" I said. "Just shove it in!" The slim boy-meat slid into my hole hardly making its entry felt. "More!" I shouted very aroused. "All the way in! Fuck me, boy!" But the feeling of his balls rubbing against my arse-cheeks was telling me that this was as far as he could do. "In and out! Move it, fuck me!" I shouted more aroused than ever. Little George started pounding my arse as hard and fast as he could. His eyes were closed now and the little moans he produced made it obvious he was enjoying his first fuck. And right then I saw Costa's cock above my head. But this time it was a bit different. It was no more the lifeless meat I knew. It wasn't a hard-on either. This time it was partially revived and hung out in a slight arch from the rich growth of dark hair. Watching the hot action had made its miracle? I grabbed the partly stiff abundant meat and pulled it towards me together with its owner. Costa knelt on the verge of the bed. All I had to do was lift my head a bit and the bulky portion of meat found its way into my mouth. I sucked strongly, trying to take in as much as possible, but the massive cock was too much and soon I felt choking. I held the part that would not fit in my mouth. It was still a considerable length! With my other hand I cupped the enormous dangling balls, enjoying a really luscious meal! "Ahhh!" George groaned and stabbed me with his cock more violently. Then he remained with his body stiff and his cock jerking in my hole. I knew it was his climax and distracted as I was by Christo's unexpected activation, I had lost the best part. George pulled his cock as soon as he unloaded and lay down on the bed. Pushing him aside, I made room for Costa and nodded to him to ride my chest. He managed without removing his cock from my mouth! I grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, pulling him closer and further down my throat. The chocking came back as the cock-head hit my throat. Although his cock was not exactly hard, it was so beefy; I felt my lips stretch around the shaft. 'Boy' I thought, 'I would never let this pole fuck me!' And the word 'fuck' reminded me of my pending obligation to Christo. At the though I felt my hole twitching violently. Anyway, the cock I had in my mouth, despite its size, was useless. I definitely felt it shrinking instead of expanding, in spite of my treatment. Besides, if it ever managed to stand up, it would be useless as well, due to its forbidding size. But it still could make a tasty side-plate for the main dish. I pushed his hips away and his cock came out of my mouth. "Lie down on your back and across the bed" I directed. Embarrassed by his failure, he did as I said. "Your turn now" I said to Christo. "No violent movements" I added. "Just follow my directions and when I say 'Stop' you'll stop." And having given my orders, I knelt on the bed and bent my body, forming a kind of triumphal arch for the reception of a victorious king. I sprawled my legs apart as far as they would go, exposing my arse-gate quite defenseless to the brute invader. Who, of course, needed no further invitation and in no time I felt his weapon pushing steadily against my arse-hole. In the heat of the moment I had forgotten to provide a lubricant, but now it was too late. I wished he had already produced plenty of precum, to ease his entry. The sense of the cock-head against my hole was shattering and I felt my starved sphincter convulse in expectation. But I also felt Christo was a bit hesitant -maybe due to my previous directions. Hungry to gulp the luscious stiff sausage, I pushed slightly against his cock and I felt my arse muscles slowly open as the thick hard piece of meat was finding its way in. Encouraged by my response, Christo pushed a bit harder. My tight hole ring resisted for a moment but suddenly gave and the meaty cock-head slid in. The pain was sharp and cutting. "Stop!" I moaned with my teeth clenched. He stopped and we remained as we were, with only his cock-head piercing my hole. Gradually I was feeling the pain subside, as my muscles relaxed and accepted the pole that was stretching them. When the pain was bearable, I pushed a bit back. Christo got the message at once and pushed with much enthusiasm! The burly rod slid in with a sharp pain. "Stop!" I shouted and instinctively tried to move away from the torturing organ, but Christo was fast enough to hold me from my thighs. 'He's too horny to stop now' I said to myself, but before completing my thought, a frenzied push came and the full length of the robust cock tore up my muscle ring and stuck into my rectum! "Stop!!" I screamed. But the sense of Christo's balls pressing against my crack was telling me there was nothing more to be stopped. However, he remained motionless. I had a feeling I was impaled. My arse-hole muscles were burning and I felt my hole stuffed up with something too much for its size. But the pain did not take long to start subside and in less than five minutes it had become bearable and then even pleasant, as my muscles relaxed and loosened, accepting the food they had been craving for. "OK." I informed Christo. "Go on." I felt his rod slowly withdraw from my hole. Though the feeling was relieving for my still aching hole, this was not what I meant. However, before having time to tell him, and before the cock could slip out completely, he rammed it back into my arse, which raised a new wave of pain. But this second attack felt much more bearable than the first one, so my response was just a sharp intake of breath. Christo interpreted it as a sign of pleasure -which was not absolutely wrong- and repeated the act more forcefully. This time I could clearly hear the slap of his balls against my arse. I noticed every pounding of his cock was feeling much better, so I waited a bit impatiently for the next attack to make my conclusion sure. It was better, indeed. In fact, the next time was sheer pleasure! The stiff cock slid in with the ease of a well-lubricated piston and the balls landed with an exciting 'plop' sound. It was time for more action... "Faster!" I directed the boy that was fucking me. This time he removed the whole length of his cock from my arse, then he placed the head against my hole, grabbed my arse-cheeks with both hands, parted them until my hole was wide open and finally violently rammed his pole in! I moaned with pleasure. "Tell me you like it!" he spoke for the first time during the fuck-action. "Yes!" I said. "Yes, I like it!" And I meant it. The brawny rod moved out again and returned with such force I thought even the balls would go in. "Yes, I like it!" I repeated ecstatically. "Tell me what I'm doing to you!" he said loudly. "You're fucking me!" I replied in the same tome. This kind of dialogue was very arousing. Another fierce cock stabbing came. "What you have in your fuckin arse?" the boy asked this time. "Your cock!" I answered very willingly. "My pole!" he corrected me. "Your fucking pole!" I enhanced his wording. He started to plunge his cock in my arse repeatedly, with frenzied movements. More than his cock, I liked his balls slapping my arse-cheeks. "Tell me you love it!" he ordered in a panting voice. "I love it! I love your cock, Christo" I exclaimed in ecstasy. Yes, I did love this marvelous tool that was digging into my arse, giving me utmost pleasure. And with that statement, I lowered my mouth to Costa's waiting cock and sucked in a great portion of it. I was in heavens, with both my entrances stuffed with boy-meat. And so was Christo, judging by his furious pounding my hole and his repeated cries: "I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your fuckin arse! Yeah, I'm fucking you!" He was very aggressive now and I loved it. I loved the feeling of a fourteen year old boy plunging his cock as far down as he could get it and enjoying it as much as I did. And my excitement was much greater when I felt Costa's meat suddenly come to life! It was an unmistakable sign of stirring at first, and then his cock began to fill my mouth as the shaft of his cock swelled. I Soon felt the magnificent cock stretch my mouth open as the massive meat stiffened in my mouth. And then I felt the enormous tool move down my throat as it was growing in length. I grabbed Costa's immense balls and buried my nose in his rich pubes. I love the slight stench of manhood a boy's genitals emit. Only half erect, the huge cock had already hit my throat, and that is as far as can take a cock in my mouth. With my tongue I stopped it from going further in and shifted my attention to Christo. He was in a delirium. He would pull his cock out, then hold the shaft like a spear and shove it into my arse as though he was stabbing an enemy, repeating the words: "Fuck you! Fuck you!" every time he felt his ball-sack hit the rim of my hole, preventing him from going further in. I knew he would not last long and I was not wrong. A few more stabs, and with an animalistic groan, he remained stiff with his excellent tool buried deep in my hole. I felt the spasms of his stout body as he was emptying his cock-juice in my love tunnel. So much passion was thrilling, indeed! I remained motionless in respect of the boy's utmost pleasure. He remained motionless too for a couple of minutes and then withdrew his cock from my hole. "I fucked you!" he informed me and his voice was like a sigh. "You're the best fuck!" I rewarded him, removing Costa's cock from my mouth. I thought I owed him this recognition. "The next time will be much better" he said with shining eyes. "Just give it a few minutes of rest," and nodded towards his cock As he stood near the bed, his cock hung down in an elegant arch, still not totally flaccid. The exposed head had an overworked look, purple in color and swollen. The ball sack beneath was relaxed and in the loose skin two sizable balls formed slick rounds. A bead of cum that had seeped out of the slit finally trickled down on the floor. "Will you sit down on the bed?" I asked Christo. He sat next to Costa's legs. Tenderly, I stroked his silky pubes and then held his cock in my hand. Yes, I did love this marvelous love-tool... After so prolonged lovemaking, my balls were swollen and aching, overloaded with sperm. I was in urgent need of a good ejaculation to relieve them and Costa's still not fully exploited cock was the best means to that. Meanwhile he had not stopped stroking it and, fortunately, had managed to keep it half erect. I asked him to make room for me to lie down and lay on my back. "Now ride my chest" I directed him. He rode and leaned forward, bringing his still downward pointing cock to my face. I opened my mouth. He held the giant snake of his meat and placed the head on my lips. I opened them wide. He started lowering his body and I felt the half-stiff cock-meat slide in. I sucked, enjoying the sense of the bulky cock stuffing the cavity and sliding towards my throat. I hoped he would not reach a full erection, or he would choke me to suffocation! With the over-rich portion of boy-meat in my mouth, I started giving myself a wank. In my left hand I was squeezing the enormous balls, wondering how much cum they might hide. Costa tried to fuck my mouth, but the floppiness of his tool did not help. I was very close to my climax. I left Costa's balls and blindly reached for Christo's cock. He knew at once what I was looking for and placed in my hand a stiff rod of meat. Amazing this boy! He had a hard-on again! I grabbed it firmly, gave a strong suction to Costa's cock and with convulsions of pleasure I let a flood of cum spurt out of my cock. SEX FOR MONEY Chapter 4 - Desserts Back in the sitting room, fully naked all the four of us, we were lazily sat on our seats. Christo and Costa had taken the couch, George the smaller armchair and I had collapsed in the large one. I had a feeling of happy exhaustion and fullness, of been satiated after a very luscious and plentiful meal. George was silent, and Costa obviously sulky, but Christo's vitality seemed inexhaustible. He was sitting just under the shade-lamp, with his legs apart and the strong light flooded his sex-equipment. His dark curly pubes sparkled and for the first time I could clearly see a very thin line of down climbing up to his belly button. In a year or so he would have become a hairy stud... Also for the first time his cock-head was almost totally covered by his rich foreskin, but its bulky shape was still markedly outlined beneath. He knew I was staring again at his tool. "How about it?" he asked me. "Good" I answered. "Just good?" he exclaimed a bit offended. He held his dangling cock and shook it left and right like a rubber toy. "How did it feel shoved into your arse?" he asked again. It was obvious he was very proud of his assets and wanted it made known. "Very fulfilling!" I said, and meant it both literally and metaphorically. He left his cock, but now it didn't hang down over his balls, as it had slightly risen and formed a lovely arch just above the ball sac. He pinched the foreskin with two fingers and rolled it back, slowly exposing the cock-head. It still had a sore look and the area around the slit was wet. "Tell the boys what you told my when I was banging you" he said. "That I loved your cock," I answered. "He was screaming of pleasure!" he informed the others, although he knew they had heard and seen. The conversation was getting arousing, and had an expanding effect on my cock. As I noticed, the same was happening to Christo's cock, which, responding to his fondling of it, had already taken a horizontal direction. He pulled the foreskin as back as it would go and the skin of the head, stretched to its limits, took a shiny look. "You know, I can fuck you again," he said. "I'm sure you can" I replied, "You're a real love machine." I meant this too. He let go of his cock and the foreskin wrinkled right beneath the head, but the cock itself remained pointing straight forward, as it was already half-full of throbbing blood. "Want me do you again?" he asked. "He's ready!" and shoved his cock in the air, to show me what he meant. "My arse is still sore," I answered. "You were too brutal before." "But now my cock has slackened your hole," he argued. "It'll be much easier now." He got up and stood before me. His cock was not fully erect yet, and it stood horizontally, pointing straight to my face. A small circle of precum had already formed around the slit. I sat up in the armchair and moved closer to this mesmerizing tool. "Shove it into my mouth" I said. He held his rod, took a half step forward and placed the swollen head against my lips. I opened my mouth wide and he slammed the meaty organ in. I closed my lips around. In the wet and warm environment of my mouth its erection was completed and I felt it rub against my palate. "Suck it!" he said fervently. "Suck my cock!" I clamped my mouth around the shaft of his cock and sucked hard. "That's it!" he exclaimed, really aroused again. He held my head and started employing his good old method, pulling the length of his cock from my mouth and then shoving it back again, and again. The length being exactly fitting, the cock-head just hit my throat at every thrust, but did not choke me, so I enjoyed the slaps of his balls against my chin. I gripped my already stiff cock and started jacking it as the piston of the teenage cock worked rhythmically in and out. But Christo suddenly pulled his cock out. "It won't do," he said. "Feels better shoved up your arse." I wasn't sure I needed one more arse fuck. I could feel my arse muscles still aching from his previous over-active treatment. "Come on" he said in a more pressing tone. "You know you'll love it, don't you? Just get up and bend down." He held me from my shoulders and tried to pull me out of the chair. Despite my sore arse, I found his urgency very arousing, as well as the idea of being fucked standing up in my sitting room, in the presence of the other boys. Having three cocks around you at the same time is not quite a common instance and I should get the best of it. "Don't you ever get quenched?" I made a show of protesting and stood in front of him. Hurriedly, almost violently, he turned me around and placed his erection between my arse cheeks. The sense of the hot stiff meat sent waves of quiver all over my body. This boy had a spellbinding effect on me! I felt him pushing my back down, trying to make my body bend and I followed his silent instruction, forming an arch with my body and supporting myself with my hands on the arms of the chair. I kept my legs apart, to give him unimpeded access to my back hole -which I felt twitching again in anticipation of a new portion of meat. "Apply some spittle on your cock," I told him. I'd prefer to enjoy the new penetration without side effects. I heard him spit in his hand. And the next moment, in a single move, his awful pole was stuck all the way up my arse! I didn't even have time to react, when it slid out and came back with shattering force. "Are you trying to cripple me?" I moaned. "That's the way I like it!" he answered and gave me a fast double jab. I reached back and held his buttocks firmly, preventing him from going on with his brutal attack. The full length of his fatal arm was trapped in my hole. "Stay firm! Don't make a move!" I said very sternly. He remained motionless with his cock buried deep in my arse. I pushed my whole muscles out to help them relax and it had a very soothing effect. Christo felt the stir and tried to pound again, but I stopped him with a very sharp "STOP!" He was right about his tool having slackened my arse, after all. It didn't take more than two minutes and my hole felt so relaxed, so much at ease with the stiff meat that was filling it, that I thought it could even accommodate Costa's enormous sex-tool -provided it would ever manage to stand up. With that thought, I turned to see the other boys. Both of them were sitting on the couch. George was so absorbed by the fuck-action taking place before him; he didn't even handle his fully erect cock. Costa, on the contrary, was working hard with his meat, trying in vain to give it some spirit. "Let's go close to the boys" I said and stood upright. Christo put his arm around my waist, pushed his cock fully in, to make sure it wouldn't slip out accidentally, and the two of us walked together to the couch, his hard-on poking my inner parts at every step. Even the slightest pain in my arse ring had vanished and the sense of the stiff meat slowly digging my rectum was sheer pleasure. "Sit closer together" I told the two boys as we stood in front of them. They moved closer and held their cocks up, already aware of what I had in mind. I pulled my hips forward and Christo's cock slipped out of my arse and sprang back, slapping his stomach. "Hey!" he protested. "Just wait" I reassured him. I fell to my knees on the carpet and pulled George's legs apart. He moved his little body forward still holding his hard cock up. I lowered my mouth to the firm boy-meat and swallowed it. He was obviously very pleased. Moving my head up and down, I gave him the sense of fucking my mouth. He closed his eyes enjoying the blowjob. I felt a stir behind my and without even looking; I knew Christo had fallen to his knees too. The forcefully poking boner only confirmed my thought. Pushing against Christo's cock, I left George's tool and turned to Costa's, only to see the miracle realized! At last, the massive meat had formed into a real hard-on that protruded threatening from his grip! The foreskin was pulled far down and the head stuck aggressively out, huge, swollen and purple! Once again amazed at its size, I took it in my mouth and felt it stretch my lips with its bulk. I couldn't even imagine what the feeling would be if it was forced into my arse! Costa put his left hand on my head and pushed down. The immense mass of hard meat slid in my mouth, stuffing all the cavity. I stopped it with my tongue from going further in, or it would have choked me to death, and sucked powerfully! Behind me Christo was anxiously trying to shove his cock again into my arse, but my posture was not very helpful. Repeatedly he placed his cock-head against my hole, but as he tried to push it in, it slipped upwards. He put his arm around my waist and pulled my body towards his cock, but in vain. He was desperate to fuck me and the fuss around my arse had aroused me too. So I pulled Costa's cock out of mouth. "Lie down on the carpet" I directed Christo. He got the message at once and, with a sly smile, did as I told him. Without my advising him, he held the shaft upright and waited. I got up and rode his crotch with my back to him. Then I lowered my body until I felt the hot cock-meat against my arse-hole. As I moved lower, the head slipped with no resistance into my slack hole. "That's it!" Christo said full of enthusiasm. "Come on, sit down on it!" I kept lowering my body, enjoying the painless stretching of my arse hole as the sizable rod made its way in. Christo was as excited, but let me do the job. Soon I felt his pubes brush against my buttocks and I knew the full length was in. "There's more to go" Christo informed me and pulled my arse-cheeks apart. I sat deeper and I knew he was right, as I felt his boner go a bit further in. But then his balls definitely stopped the progress, and the only way for me to have more meat would be to take in the balls as well. With one cock buried in my rear hole, it was time I fed the front one. I looked at Costa's cock. In the meantime, being unattended, it had shrank considerably, but it was not altogether flaccid, still showing signs of life. I told him to come close and stand in front of me. As he was not very tall, his downward arching cock was level with my mouth. I held it in my hand, and felt a soft layer of meat enwrapping a harder core. The head was considerably wet with precum, which tasted nice when I licked it off. "You start fucking" I said to Christo, before stuffing my mouth with the meat in hand. The piston-like motion as Christo started pounding my arse gave the appropriate rhythm to my sucking of Costa. As the size of the penis I was blowing was far too large, I kept my face at a considerable distance from Costa's abdomen, which allowed me to watch George. Left untreated, he had started jerking his toy-cock, holding it with just three fingers. "Move your arse!" Christo roared beneath me. From the speed of his stabbing I knew he was again close to a new ejaculation. I sat deeper, in an attempt to keep him motionless and delay his climax, as I wanted to give time to the other two boys to cum as well. I knew George was fast, like all very young boys are, but I had reasonable doubts about Costa. True, his cock had regained considerable size and hardness in my mouth, but what I wanted was all the cocks to launch their juices at the same time. So I gave him my best attention -and that was my mistake! An unexpected flood of love-juice spurted out all of a sudden, without any warning signs: not body rigidity, no jerks, and no moans. He just started to shoot an incredible lot of thick, sticky sperm in my mouth, which, as the massive cock occupied most of the room, soon overflowed from my lips and tricked down my chin! The heavy shots hit my throat with such force, that unwillingly I had to swallow a good portion of cum, just to avoid choking! All the heat, all the arousal he had gathered during his unsuccessful attempts to get a decent hard-on, now erupted violently in my mouth in a fierce gush of sperm! I tried to move away from this relentless shooting, but he grabbed my head and kept emptying his love-tool. I thought he would never finish, but after a few minutes the torrent of semen subsided. I felt the cock twitch a couple of times after the deluge, but it was finally dry. Realizing this, Costa let off my head and withdrew his cock -which, due to its immense size, took quite a while to complete its exit! Without a word he sat on the couch again. "How are you doing?" I managed to ask Christo, after a last gulp of slimy cum. "Any time you say!' he answered, with his usual self-confidence. "Well, get to work!" I ordered. And as he put his piston back to heavy duty, I gripped George's little rod and jerked it. It only took him ten strokes to cum -which is just a way of speaking, as no cum at all came out of his cock-slit. I knew he had reached his climax only by the jerks of his body and his deep breath intakes. My plan of a triple orgasm had not worked and this, coupled with my exhaustion after so long a time of being fucked all the ways, had somewhat diminished my heat. All I wanted now was that Costa finished too. So I clenched my arse muscles around his cock -as far as I could, anyway, as they had gone really slack after the prolonged and heavy cock traffic they had undergone. I contracted my ring and started giving Costa's pole a steady up-and-down wag, pulling it almost entirely out and then sitting down on it deep, until I felt the bulge of his balls between my arse-cheeks. He responded with a counter-motion. "What am I doing to you?" he asked, but the question did not arouse me any more. "Just fuck and finish," I said. I felt him delay his pounding rhythm, in an attempt to prolong his pleasure. Oh, no, all I wanted was his cock out of my arse. It was not hurting any more it was just boring. I had had too much of cock for a session. Decidedly, I pulled my arse away from his cock and felt it relieving slide. Its tension was so strong, that, as the cock-head popped out, the shaft slapped his stomach. "What are you doing!" he protested. "Come back on it!" "I want to watch you cum" I said and grabbed his cock. The sense of its stiffness brought back my admiration for his bottomless vitality, together with some interest. Holding that excellent love-tool firmly in my hand, I started jerking it with fast strokes. The view of his swollen cock-head sliding in and out of the foreskin reheated me a bit, and so did the dance of his balls between his smooth thighs, as they followed the rhythm of my wanking this flawless boy-tool. I already knew very well the way his sturdy body jerked and twitched at the critical moment, so, when the first jolt came, I turned my attention to his cock-slit for the final act. Reaching his climax, Christo thrust his crotch up. "I'm cumin!" he whispered, bending and stretching his legs repeatedly, while a shudder was running across his body. Finally he left a deep moan and two drops of watery cum seeped out of the slit and trickled down the dark brown and swollen shaft. Only two drops was what was left after such an overuse of his boyhood! Two drops, that settled on my hand, glittering in the profuse light like precious pearls. And that was all. I let go of his cock and he remained motionless, almost breathless, with his eyes shut. Christo, the unquenchable fucker, was at last done up! SEX FOR MONEY - Chapter 5 - A farewell to arms Driving the boys back to the district they lived, I was in the state one is after a very long and very sophisticated banquet, with plenty of extravagant dishes and abundant first-rate wine. Absolute serenity had settled in my mind and soul and I was driving through the empty streets slowly, as if I was rolling on a feathery cloud. The boys in the back seats were quiet. I had asked little George to take the front seat next to me. It was a kind of homage to his lost virginity. I liked this little boy, who had offered me the first harvest of his boyhood. With a feeling of tenderness, I put my right arm around his fragile shoulders. I almost loved him that moment. "How are you feeling?" I asked him. "Nice" he said. "Did you like it?" "Very much!" From the frankness in his voice I knew he meant it. Good for him he had no guilty afterthoughts. I've seen many boys brooding over what they have done, after their sexual urges are spent. We were already in the city-center. Soon the boys would have to leave. Recklessly, I put my hand on George's crotch. I didn't mean anything special; it was just a gesture of farewell to the little tool that had given me so intense pleasure. And this is why I felt so much taken aback, as I felt it absolutely stiff! Jesus, was that possible? Disbelieving, I slid my hand into the boy's pants. Yes! It was absolutely true! Little Georgia's little cock was up again, and as hard as ever! My surprise must have been too obvious, because I caught him looking at me with a very sly smile. "Is this a hard-on I'm holding?" I asked him incredulously. "Stiff and ready! And all yours!" he replied and, for the first time, his tone had something of Christo's self-confidence. Then, with an air of self-assurance, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down together with his briefs, revealing my hand clasped around his unyielding thin stick! "I can do you any time!" he echoed proudly Christo's earlier statement. Gosh! This little prick was making rapid progress! In no time he would be an enhanced copy of Christo, more efficient and reliable -and more pleasurable, too. "Will you suck it?" he asked almost pertly, fucking my hand with slow up-and-down movements. "No!" I barked, really shocked. It was the first time so young a boy made me feel so embarrassed. We were very near to where I had met them three hours ago. I pulled over and stopped the engine. "Good night" I said in a very determined tone. The boys in the back opened the door and stepped out. George did not move. "Time to go, boy" I said, trying to sound convincingly indifferent. "Are you sure you don't want a last blowjob?" he asked. "No! Just go!" I said as firmly as I could. I knew I was about to give in. "Your mistake!" he said a bit vexed and started to pull his clothes up. "Wait!" I said. He stopped and, with a triumphant smile, held his prick up. No, I wouldn't suck him. All I wanted was to pay a last tribute to this charming love-toy. I gripped his stiffy and pulled the foreskin down. George pulled his crotch up in expectation. I lowered my head, in a sort of a grateful bow, and gave a lingering kiss to the tiny, moist head. Dear little George, I'll be missing your already fading innocence... "Now you go, boy," I said very gently and he knew this time I really meant it. He fastened his clothes roughly and opened the door. "Good night" he said, not in the least sharing my melancholy, and stepped out. For a couple of moments I watched the three boys walking with a light pace towards the dark allies of the notorious meat-market. Then, very slowly, I drove back home through the empty streets of the city. 'Homo post coitum animal triste', I remembered my Latin. Who knows, I might meet again George one year later, when surely he would have blossomed into an unquenchable and perfectly rewarding love-machine, even more competent than Christo...