Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 19:20:03 +0000 (GMT) From: Craig Smith Subject: Odd-job boy Odd-job Boy by Veneration No boys or forests were harmed in the writing of this story, although the occasional monkey was spanked and chicken strangled. Comments to veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk. Chapter 1 I was sitting in my living room one Saturday afternoon. It was around 6 pm and I was starting to think about cooking dinner for myself, when there was a knock at the front door. I opened the door and standing there was a twelve year old boy, with straight brown hair and a pleasant enough looking face. "Hello," he said. "I'm trying to earn enough money to pay for a school trip. Do you have any odd jobs I could do?" "No, I'm sorry, but I don't," I replied. "I only need another $5 and I have to get it before 6.30, when I have to be home. Are you sure you don't have anything I can do? I will do anything," the boy pleaded. Was this my dream come true? But no, I couldn't possibly, it would be such a stupid risk. "You want to be careful about offering to strangers to do anything. There are some strange men out there who might ask you to do something you really don't want to do," I warned. "Like what?" "Well, what if a man offered you $5 for you to give him a kiss?" The boy hesitated and looked down in thought. After a minute he looked up into my eyes. There was a hint of some expression in his face. Was it disgust, resolve, something else? I couldn't be sure. "OK, I would do that," he said. The ball was now in my court. Would I take him up on his offer? How could I dare take the risk; how could I possibly turn down what will probably be my only chance ever to kiss a 12 year old boy? It was now my turn to hesitate, then I stood back from the door. "Why don't you come inside." The boy stepped inside, then followed me as I closed the door and walked into the living room. I turned to face him and he stopped. "Come here," I said and he stepped closer. I loosely wrapped my arms around his shoulders and bent to kiss him on the lips. I gently pressed my lips to his, which were firmly closed. Then I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over his lips. I felt the boy stiffen and so did I. Only, it was my cock that became hard, while it was the boy's whole body that went rigid in surprise, and perhaps even shock at this unexpected assault on him. Well, what did he expect from kissing a strange, in both senses of the word, man? My kiss was brief, then I released the boy. He stepped back and looked at me warily. "Good," I said. "Here's the money for your school trip." And I got $5 from my pocket and gave it to him. After the boy left, I thought that while I didn't know what odd jobs the boy thought was going to do in less than half an hour to earn his $5, I was sure that he got more than he bargained for. Now was it time to cook dinner? Like hell, first I had to pull down my pants and have a good wank over the memory of the encounter. Chapter 2 It was several weeks later on a Saturday afternoon and I was sitting, reading a book, when there was a knock on the front door. I answered it to find the same 12 year old boy standing there. I had had a nervous time, wondering when I was going to get a visit by irate parents, or the police, about my molesting the boy. And here he was, but he seemed to be alone as I couldn't see any angry adults behind him. "Hello," I greeted him. "Um, hi." The boy was then silent and shuffled his feet. What could he want? What sort of trouble was I in now? "Why don't you come inside ... I'm sorry, but I don't know your name." "It's Andy," was the reply. "Hi Andy, my name is Alex. Come inside." Andy followed me into the living room. "Did you go on your school trip?" "Yes." "And did you enjoy yourself?" "Yeah, it was cool." This was like pulling hens' teeth. I'm not great at making small talk with adults, but children were impossible. I didn't know how to relate to them and usually could find nothing to say to them. "The thing is," Andy continued, "I spent all my money, so I'm broke. I need to earn some more money and I thought, well ..." The boy stopped speaking. 'Aha,' I thought to myself. 'Now we are getting down to business.' "Yes?" I asked in an encouraging voice. "Well, I thought we could do the same as last time. You can kiss me for $5". Andy blushed and looked down at the floor as I gazed at him. "I don't know," I replied. "The kiss was very nice, but we have been there and done that. Perhaps we could think of something else." This was my chance. What could I get away with? "I'll tell you what. I will give you $10 if you take off all your clothes, let me look at you, and then kiss me." "Strip naked! No way, man." Andy was highly indignant. "Well, that's up to you," I replied. "But I'm not interested in just having a kiss, so perhaps you had better go." "But, but people might see me." Andy pointed towards the French doors leading onto the back deck. "That's easily solved." I walked to the doors and drew the curtains over them. I turned towards the boy and said, "Now no-one can see, or are you too scared to take off your clothes?" "I'm not scared." Andy glared at me. He paused, then slowly pulled his jersey over his head. He turned away to put it on a chair and then removed the rest of his clothes with his back to me. I stared at the naked boy's back and especially at his rounded buttocks. My cock went almost painfully hard and I had to adjust it to a more comfortable position in my pants. Andy turned to face me, holding his hands protectively in front of his groin. "Take your hands away, Andy," I commanded. He sighed, then let his hands drop to his side. He had a slender tanned body and a very pretty cock. It was an average length for his age, perhaps two or three inches, and it curved out and down from his body. It was uncircumcised, but I could see its head peaking out from the end of his foreskin. Andy's balls were filling out nicely and he had a tidy little patch of pubic hair above the base of his cock. I licked my lips. "Very nice,' I said. 'Now come here for your kiss." Andy walked up to me and I clasped his naked body to me. I bent and kissed him, opening my mouth and running my tongue over his lips. After a moment he opened his mouth slightly and I poked my tongue inside just a little to explore his gums and teeth. Andy took this for a moment, then he tensed up and pulled himself away from my arms. "That's enough," he said, "now give me my money." Andy gave me a challenging look, but was his cock just a fraction larger and standing out just a bit more from his body? I couldn't be sure, so I went to get his money while he dressed. "Goodbye Andy," I said as I let him out the French doors. "Yeah, see ya," he replied and he disappeared down the drive. Would I see Andy again? It was quite possible, but in the meanwhile my hard-on was in urgent need of some attention. Chapter 3 The following Saturday I was sitting in the living room and reading, when I saw a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see Andy standing at the French doors. So he had come back for more and he had only waited for a single week. I had him hooked, I thought. Now it was just a matter of playing him for all he was worth. A little patience and there was no telling how far he might be prepared to go. I went to the door and opened it for the boy. Wasn't this a wicked thing, to be planning how I could use and abuse his body? Well yes, but Andy was a willing participant and he had to know that our encounters were going to escalate. And the money wasn't that much of an inducement. I went to the door and opened it. "Hi, Andy." "Hi," replied and he gave me a half smile as he stepped inside. "How are you today?" "OK." "And how was school last week?" "OK." "What did you do at school? Anything interesting?" "Nah, nothing much." Oh, here we go again, I thought. It's time to up the ante. "Have you come to do some more odd-jobs?" "Yeah, that's right." "Well, I might be able to pay you $15 this week." Andy gave me a measured and calculating stare. I could see that he was wondering what new thing he would have to do for the money, just as I was wondering what new thing I could get away with. Go too far too soon and I would lose him. "What would I have to do?" he asked. "Take off all your clothes, let me touch you wherever I like, then give me a kiss." "What, even down there?" Andy sounded indignant at the thought that I would fondle his family jewels. Foolish boy, what else did he expect? "Down where?" "You know." Andy gestured vaguely towards his groin. "I'm not quite sure," I countered. "Where exactly do you mean?" "My, um, my dick. You knew what I meant; you just wanted me to say it." Andy's reluctance to say rude words to an adult was charming. "Say what?" I teased. "Dick, dick, cock, prick, willie, stiffie," he recited. Andy's face was slightly flushed, partly out of embarrassment, but perhaps also he was getting excited by the sexy talk. "Of course." "What? Oh." Andy was confused, until he remembered how the conversations started. His brow furrowed in thought for a minute, then he decided. "OK, you can touch my prick; I don't care. Are you going to close the curtains?" "Yeah, sure." I closed the curtains as Andy undressed. When he was naked, Andy faced me, hands by his sides, accepting of my hungry gaze devouring the sight of his nude body. He was ready for the next stage of our strange journey. "Why don't you lie face down on the couch?" I suggested. Andy lay down with his arms by his sides and his face turned towards me and I knelt on the floor beside him. I lay my hands on his shoulders and began to caress and stroke them. I massaged his shoulders and down his back to his waist. He was tense at the start, but after a few minutes I could feel his muscles start to relax. Andy closed his eyes and gave a little sigh. I next moved down to the bottoms of his legs and massaged up his calves and thighs, and then onto his gently rounded buttocks. Andy tensed and I saw his eyes spring open. I stroked and caressed and played with his bottom, which was so smooth and soft and resilient. Then I slipped one hand into the crack between his cheeks. Andy gasped. "What are you doing?" he asked. I probed with a finger until I found his little rosebud and started playing with it. "Oh, I didn't know you were going to touch me there." Andy was shocked that I had touched his most private sanctum, a place more private and personal even than his cock. That was enough for now. I would teach him another time about the pleasure that can be gained from his arsehole. "OK, you can turn over now," I gently instructed him. Andy rolled onto his back and lay there, open and vulnerable to my gaze. His thighs were closed, so his cock and balls clustered most appealingly in their little nest of hair. I started to massage him, from his narrow boy's chest, down to his slightly rounded belly, while he inspected what I was doing with a most serious look on his face. After I reached Andy's belly button, I probed it with a finger, then moved down to his feet. I massaged the soles of his feet and his toes, then made my way from calves to thighs. I was getting closer to my ultimate target. Andy knew what was going to happen and, with the anticipation, the inevitable happened. His cute little prick started to swell and expand until it stood proudly into the air. And did I get hard in response? Of course not. I had been as hard as a rock right from when I started to caress the boy, so much so that the movement of my cock against my boxers was almost painful as I moved. Andy blushed and covered himself with his hand. "Oh, no you don't," I said as I grasped his hand and moved it down by his side. "No hiding the little man." I lay my hand on my target. Andy's cock was a hot, hard little rod that pressed against my palm. I gently probed and rolled his little nuts in their so-soft nut-sac. Then, with his cock firmly grasped in my hand, I bent over and kissed him. I probed his lips with my tongue and he opened his mouth and let me in. Yes, this boy was mine! How could I stop now? But no, I had made a bargain and one step at a time was the sure way not to frighten him off. I had a last quick exploration of his mouth and tongue, gave his cock a couple of quick strokes up and down, then pulled myself from Andy's grasp. "That was very nice. You can get dressed now." "But, ..." Andy stopped, then got off the couch to dress. His body quivered in frustration and his prick was a hard little spike that jutted into the air and begged for release. I gave Andy his money and kissed him on his forehead. He briefly wrapped his arms around my waist, then stepped back. "I'll come back next week, OK?" he said. "Sure, if you like," I replied casually, as if I didn't care much either way. Yeah, right, as if. I was desperate for him to return. Then with a quick grin, Andy was gone. It was time for some urgent business. I pulled down my pants and had only given my cock a couple of quick strokes when my come exploded over fist, boxers and pants. What a mess! Chapter 4 It was the following Saturday and I was sitting in my chair, as usual, waiting for Andy. I had tried to read while I waited, but I couldn't concentrate on the text in anticipation of the afternoon's adventure. Finally, Andy appeared on the deck. He bounced in the room like an eager puppy. "Hey, man," he greeted me. "Hay boy," I returned. "Huh?" Andy decided to ignore my weird response. "What are we going to do today?" "Today I will wank you." "Yeah, cool. For $20, right?" "Sure." I had his money ready in my pocket "Um, are you going to massage me? That was nice." "Of course." "Good," said Andy and he started to undress. This week he didn't turn away as he took off his clothes. He knew he was on display and he was ready to show off his body. So I gazed at his belly and chest as it was revealed when he pulled off his T-shirt, and I stared at his thighs as he pulled down his jeans to reveal his tight white undies. Andy had a small smile as he watched my hungry stare. He slipped off his briefs to stand naked before me and, as I watched, his cock bobbed and swelled and stood erect as our excitement fed off each other. Andy lay on the couch and sighed as I started to massage his shoulders. His eyes closed and I could feel his muscles relax as he surrendered himself to the sensation. This week, when I slipped my hand between Andy's buttock cheeks he spread his legs slightly to give me better access. I gently probed and caressed the boy's arsehole before turning him over and massaging his front. Then it was time for the next stage. Andy's cock was a rigid spike that jutted into the air and quivered in its urgent desire for attention. I grasped it as I bent to kiss him. His mouth opened to welcome my exploring tongue and his arms wrapped around my neck. Then with my had firmly wrapped around his cock I began to wank him. It only took half a dozen strokes when Andy's whole body stiffened. He quivered and gasped and, as I felt a little squirt against my hand, I shot a massive load into my boxers. I sat back and admired Andy's body sprawled on the couch as he recovered from his orgasm, with cock softening and shrinking, slightly damp from its deposit. A slow satisfied smile spread over his face. "Man, that was great." He looked down at my groin and the spreading stain. "Did you come in your pants? Gross." "That's because you are so sexy. I couldn't help myself." "Oh, yeah?" Andy giggled at the thought of being sexy, then, with the business over he was ready to dress and leave. I gave Andy his $20 and bent to kiss him goodbye. He raised his face to mine and gave me a quick peck on the lips, then with a cheery wave and 'see you next week,' he was gone. I now had to change out of my damp sticky pants. Chapter 5 I was just putting the lunch dishes away the following Saturday, when I heard someone come in the French doors, then Andy appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. "Hi Alex," he said with a cheery smile, then he went to close the curtains. Andy was early today. It must be that he couldn't wait until the next episode of out sexy adventure. I joined him in the living room. "It's $25 today, right?" he asked. "Yes, sure." I gave him his money. "What are we going to do today?" "Take off your clothes and we will see," I replied, as if I hadn't been thinking all week about what we were going to do today. Andy stripped down to his underwear, but instead of his usual briefs, today he was wearing brightly patterned boxer shorts. "Hey, nice boxers," I said. "Now take them off." "Yeah, but you take off your clothes," he replied. "Why?' "Well, you get to see me naked. It's only fair that I get to see you naked," was the answer. I was paying him, was the reason, but I wasn't about to make that argument. If Andy was ready for us to be naked together, I was more than ready for that. It was one more step in the seduction of the boy. I stripped down to my boxers and Andy's gaze was riveted to where my hard-on pushed out the front of my shorts. I paused, then slipped them off. Andy stared at my rock hard cock jutting out from my bush. He sighed and licked his lips, then looked up at my face. His face was flushed red. Then with a quick movement he took off his boxers. Andy gave a cheeky grin and with a wiggle of his hips his hard cock waggled in the air. "Why don't we go into my bedroom," I suggested. "We will be more comfortable there." I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. "Massage first," Andy instructed and plopped himself face down on the bed. I climbed on the bed, straddled his legs and started work. After I had finished back and front, Andy lay there, stiff cock reaching for the ceiling and eyes alight with anticipation. "Wank me now," he demanded. "No." Andy's face wrinkled in disappointment and confusion. "But ..." he started. "Today, I will give you a blow job." "Cool," he replied. He paused, blushed, then continued. "Um, what is ...?" "You will see," I said and bent over his groin. I blew gently on his cock and it moved in the breeze. I kissed the tip of his cock, where it jutted out from his foreskin. "Oh," said Andy with a gasp. I gave one ball a lick and then the other. "Oh," gasped Andy again. I licked up the shaft of his cock. "Oh." His cock quivered and got even harder, if that was possible. I popped the head of his cock in my mouth. "Oh, oh." I deep throated, which didn't take much, as it was still a cute little boy cock, and sucked. I pulled back and massaged the head of his cock with my tongue. "Oh ... oh ... aahh," was Andy's response and with a spurt he came into my mouth. I lay down, gathered Andy into my arms and gave him a wet spermy kiss. He looked at me doubtfully, then licked his lips. He screwed up his face in disgust as he tasted the traces of his spunk. "Oh, yuk, that is my stuff." I just smiled. If he thought that was disgusting, what was he going to think of what was going to happen next. My cock painfully hard and it needed release. I sat on Andy's thighs and grasped my cock, while he stared in fascination at what I was doing. I few quick strokes and I came on his chest and belly. "Oh, gross," Andy complained. "Now you've got your spunk all over me." He reached for some tissues to clean himself up. But I think Andy must have found it sexy, as he had a small smile and his cock was swelling and stiffening once more. Andy squirmed out from under me and went to get dressed. He returned to where I lay naked on the bed. He looked at my cock, where it lay limply in its nest of hair and oozed the last remnants of come, and bent to give me a kiss on the lips. "What are we doing next week?" he asked. "Wait and see." "OK," and with a cheery "see ya," he was gone. Chapter 6 It was the following week and the usual routine and you should know what that is by now. This week the price had gone up to $30. Andy was horny and eager when he burst into my house. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom. He tore off his clothes and plopped down onto the bed to watch me undress. He stared at my hard, throbbing cock and licked his lips at what was to come, then flipped over onto his stomach. 'Yes, my boy,' I thought to myself, 'you will certainly have something to lick you lips over before the day is over'. And I got onto the bed to give Andy his massage. When I got to Andy's arse, I licked my finger and started to probe his rosebud. He gasped as I massaged the entrance to his back passage and groaned as I pushed the tip of my finger inside. I could feel the muscle of his ring tighten in protest against the violation of his inner sanctum. "Oh, no man, don't do that," he protested. 'That's OK,' I thought, 'later,' and I withdrew the offending finger. I finished the massage, I browsed on his straining cock and, with the taste of his little squirt in my mouth, I stretched over Andy's naked body to give him a kiss. But he turned his face to one side, to avoid the taste of his spunk. I wasn't going to have any of that and Andy was going to have to learn to take what I decided to do to him. So I grabbed his head between my two hands, then planted my mouth over his, as Andy's eyes widened in shock at being forced. I forced my tongue into his mouth and coated the inside with traces of his spunk. Andy's body went rigid for a moment, then it relaxed and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. The boy might need a little persuasion, but he was ready to follow me on this exploration of sex. After we broke the kiss, Andy complained "that was gross, getting my stuff in my mouth." "Fairs, fair," I replied, "I had your spunk in my mouth." "Yeah, but ..." I sat back on Andy's legs, revealing my hard-on jutting into the air. "Now it's your turn to suck my cock." "No way man, that's disgusting," Andy objected and he stared in horror at my cock and the thought of it being in his mouth. "It's only fair," I responded. "I sucked your cock." "No, I'm not putting that in my mouth. It's dirty." "I wont come in your mouth, if you don't want me to," I promised. "No way. I will give you a wank though, if you like." I hesitated. This was obviously as far as Andy was prepared to go. And while he may not think it now, there was always another day. "OK, but you have got to give the end of my cock a kiss first," and I lay down on the bed. "I'm not going to kiss that thing." "Do it, boy, or you don't get your money," I demanded as I grabbed him by the shoulder. Andy reluctantly bent over my groin. As he paused I could feel his soft breath on my cock, then he gave a quick peck on the end. I quivered at the sight and feel of his soft lips on my cock, while Andy sat up and screwed up his face in disgust at what he had done. However, his prick was rock hard once again, so he must have found the experience sexy, in spite of himself. Andy grabbed my cock and after a few quick strokes I exploded over his hand and my belly. He looked at the mess on his hand with a small smile. "Taste it, Andy," I coaxed. "Don't think so," he replied. Andy cleaned himself off, then dressed. He leaned over me, where I lay naked on the bed, watching him, and gave me a friendly kiss on the lips, before leaving. Chapter 7 Another Saturday and another visit by Andy. When he came into the house he put his arms around me and I bent to kiss him. His lips parted and our tongues met. This was one horny boy, ready for the days adventure. He pulled back from our embrace. "I'm not sucking your cock," he warned me with a stern look. "We'll see." We settled into our usual routine. Andy sighed and relaxed completely when I started his massage. When I turned him over to massage his front, he was a limp as a rag doll, except for his hard little spike jutting out from his groin. After I feasted on that little spike and accepted his little squirt, I gathered Andy into my arms and kissed him. This week he accepted the transfer of his come from my mouth into his, as our tongues explored each others mouths. Andy reached between us and grasped my hard cock that was begging for release. I grabbed his hand to stop him from jerking me off. "I don't want a wank," I told him. "I can do that for myself any time. This week you are going to suck my cock." "I told you, no way," he replied and he tried to stroke my cock. "Well, it's either that or I fuck you." "Hey, I'm not going to do that." Andy looked at me in complete shock, as if the possibility had never crossed his mind. Foolish boy, where else did he think the steady escalation of our activities might end? "I'll give you a really good wank," he promised. "It will be neat." "Not interested," I responded. "My cock is going in your mouth or arse, or else there is no $35 this week." Andy frowned and ran his tongue around his mouth and over his lips, as he tasted the last remnants of his spunk. "Well, OK," he finally said, "but I think it's disgusting." "Good boy, it's not so bad and you will even get to like it soon enough." Andy looked at me dubiously and shook his head at the thought of ever liking sucking cock, or that it might become a regular event. He bent over my groin, hesitated as he inspected my red swollen knob, then popped it into his mouth. He started to suck and move his lips up and down my shaft. This was no deep throat, as only the end of my cock was in him, but that was OK. "Use your tongue, boy," I instructed. The feel of Andy's tongue massaging the end of my cock sent me over the edge and I spurted into his mouth. I had been saving it for the past week, so I filled his mouth with come. Andy choked, swallowed and pulled back. "Oh, gross," he exclaimed. "You made me drink your stuff. You promised last week you wouldn't do that." "That was last week," and I smiled as Andy, in spite of himself, licked the last bit of spunk dribbling out of his mouth. He might feel he had to deny it, but this was a boy who was going to enjoy giving blowjobs. That was entirely appropriate for an odd-job boy. "And as a reward for being so good, I will do you again," I announced. I pushed him back on the bed and dove back down on his prick that was once again hard and ready for servicing. Andy was quiet afterwards and he didn't look at me as he dressed. Neither did he give me a goodbye kiss. "Bye Andy," I called out to him as he left. "See ya next week." There was no reply. Chapter 8 The following Saturday, there was no sign of Andy. Had I pushed him too far too fast, past the point that he could accept? I feared that I might have. I was restless all afternoon and couldn't settle down to doing anything. I missed my sexy, cuddly boy and would have been happy with whatever he was prepared to give me. Then, finally, late in the afternoon, Andy appeared on the back deck and came into the house. "Hi, Andy, how's things?" I greeted him. "OK," was the quiet reply. Andy was downcast, hesitant, very much like the first couple of visits. I gathered him in my arms. He stood quietly, not resisting, but not responding either. "Are you going to fuck me?" he asked. "Yes, I am," I replied and I kissed him on the top of his head. "And you will get $40 for it," I reminded him. I led Andy into the bedroom and we undressed. "Lie on your back," I instructed him. "This week I will start the massage with your front." Andy was slightly tense when I started, but then gave a big sigh and I could feel his muscles relax completely, as he accepted the gaze of my eyes and the feel of my hands as I stroked and caressed him. By the time I got to his prick it was rock hard and jutting into the air and Andy had a slight smile as he watched me. I licked his tight little balls and plunged my mouth over his cock and down to the base. I buried my nose in his tidy little bush, then moved back up to the tip to massage the head of his cock with my tongue. Andy gasped in pleasure. "I will deal with this later," I said and flipped him over onto his front. I gave Andy his back massage, then was ready for the main event of the day. Was it unfair to inflict this on him? Probably, but Andy knew and accepted what was going to happen, and there was no way I was going to give up the chance to fuck this sexy young boy. I lifted his hips and slipped a pillow underneath, so that his pert little bum stuck into the air. I plunged my fingers into the jar of vaseline I had ready, in anticipation, on the bedside table. Then I probed between his cheeks to find his rosebud. I caressed and massaged the muscle, then started to push a finger in his hole. The muscle tightened in protest at the invasion, but I just pushed harder. Andy groaned as the tip of my finger went up his arse and groaned some more as I pushed it deeper. Then he moaned some more as I finger fucked him. When I pulled the finger out, there was an 'oh' of disappointment at the loss of sensation. I didn't know if Andy was ready for the next stage, but I sure was. I positioned myself over Andy and pushed my cock between his butt cheeks and against his arsehole. I pressed against the entrance to his arse, which tightened in protest at the assault. As I forced the head of my cock inside, he cried out "aagh, it hurts." "Just relax and it will be better," I responded and I plunged my cock to the hilt up his back passage. "Stop. Take it out," he begged, but there was no way I was going to stop, now that I had reached the ultimate goal of my campaign. I gave a half dozen quick thrusts, but the heat and tightness of his arse to was too much for me to last any longer and I came with a gasp and a sigh. I rolled onto the bed and gathered Andy into my arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and buried his head into my chest. "I'm sorry for hurting you, little one," I apologized. "It was the best gift you could give me. And you will find quickly enough that you get used to being fucked, and that it will give pleasure, not pain." Andy raised his head and looked into my eyes. A sly little smirk spread over his face. "Next week I'm going to fuck you," he announced. "Well, OK, but that will cost you $5." Andy laughed.