Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:28:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Sean Hardy Subject: Playing Dirty Chapter Three Chapter Three -- Good Service .... "I really don't have all day, kid; you either get down and blow me, or I'm going to make a phone call to my favorite realtor." Aaron snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Matt. He glared at him with questioning face. "So?"he asked angrily. Aaron couldn't decide what to do; he could run and just hope that Matt wasn't being serious; or he could give in. He wasn't sure which option frightened him more. He had only done this once before, and that was with a buddy when he was twelve. Aaron wasn't sure he could even classify his past experience as a blow job, considering it lasted all of a minute, and then his friend had freaked out and left. "I can't," Aaron said, finally. Matt rolled his eyes at the boy. "Well, then, I suppose I'm going to use this," he said, pulling his cell phone out and hitting a button. "Please don't," Aaron pleaded, hoping a last minute request would save him. "Sorry. You knew the rules," Matt said coldly. He held the phone up to his ear, and, after a few seconds, frowned. "Voice mail," he said. Aaron suddenly felt like he had to do something, and reached up for the phone. Matt pulled back, and nearly laughed at the younger boy's antics. "Fiesty; I like that," he said with a chuckle. "You son of a bitch!" Aaron said, standing before him. He tightened both fists and took another step closer to Matt. "Oh, big words, junior," Matt said, daring him to move forward.. Aaron lost his nerve, and turned quickly to dash out the front door. He could hear Matt laughing behind him, as he flung the door open and bounded down the front steps and out of his neighbor's yard. Hours later, Aaron was a nervous mess. He paced back and forth in his bedroom, waiting for the inevitable to happen; for his father to burst through the door and confront him about the vulgar act that Matt had caught him in. The only action that Aaron hadn't contemplated, was his father calling him from downstairs and telling him to get ready for dinner. He was taking the whole family out to a nice restaurant to celebrate another sale he'd made. Aaron waited for the other shoe to drop; the casual mention about how they'd talk later, due to a phone call he'd received; but it never came. After changing clothes and loading into the car, the whole family went to one of the nicest places in town for dinner. Aaron timidly ordered food, and listened to his father go on and on about the sale he had made, and how the new owners were going to tell all their friends about him, and how this would really put them on top. The endless chatter just kept coming, as Aaron felt his stomach do flip flops. He was in no way hungry, or in the mood to converse. After the food arrived, Aaron felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket. He pulled it out, and saw that he had a new text message from an unknown number. Meet me in the bathroom. NOW! Aaron looked up from his phone and gazed around the room. He scanned it for a familiar face, but saw nobody that he knew. He glanced over towards the bathrooms, and saw the men's room door slowly closing. "Excuse me," he said, as he pushed back his chair and stood. "Is everything okay?" his step-mother asked, with fake concern. "My stomach doesn't feel well," he lied. He started off towards the bathroom, and then looked back to see his father talking to another potential client, and knew that his absence wouldn't be a concern. He quickly walked to the mens room and entered. It was very lavish, with porcelain tiles and a huge vanity. There were several stalls that lined the wall, and a few potted plants scattered about, as if one would need to look at plants to do their business. Aaron felt an uneasy sensation overtake him as the door closed behind him, and he saw that someone was opening one of the stall doors. "Got my little message did you?" Aaron rolled his eyes in disgust as Matt stepped out of the bathroom stall. He flashed a devilish smile, as he leaned against it and folded his arms over his chest. "Are you here to tell my father?" Aaron asked. "That depends," Matt replied. "I'm feeling generous today, and thought I'd give you one last chance." "You can't do this; it will ruin everything!" Aaron snapped. "Well, then you know what to do, junior." "Fine, whatever you want," Aaron said. He felt sick at the sound of his own words, but there was no other choice. "I was hoping you would say that," Matt said, with a delighted smile. He gestured for Aaron to come forward with his fingers. "Step inside," he said. Aaron slouched forward and went into the stall with Matt. It was the handicap stall, and thus provided more room. Matt closed the door behind him, and latched it shut. "Have a seat," he said. Aaron sat down on the toilet, and looked up at the older man. Matt undid his belt and pulled his dress shirt up out of his pants. Then he undid the bottom buttons, and pushed them aside, revealing his lower stomach. "Let's just get this over with," Aaron said, trying to anger his seducer. Matt smiled again, and slowly unbuttoned his slacks and slid them down. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them, and Aaron gazed at his manhood, already half hard, and so close to his face. If the situation had been pleasurable, Aaron would have been impressed with what the other man had to offer. Nestled in a dark forest of curls was a beautiful dick, that otherwise would have made his mouth water. Matt reached down and gave himself a few strokes, until he was fully hard, and then bucked his hips out towards Aaron. The hard dick, only inches from Aaron's mouth, was drawing him in. He almost forgot about the whole ordeal for a few seconds, as he stared in lust at the older man's equipment. He'd dreamed about performing this act so many times; just never under these circumstances. "Well...," Matt said. He pushed himself closer, until the tip of his cock brushed against Aaron's smooth cheek. Aaron opened his mouth, and gingerly moved it over the head of Matt's penis. The other man made a low moan, as the warmth enclosed over him. Aaron sucked him slowly, rolling his tongue over the engorged helmet.. Matt pushed himself deeper into the younger boy's mouth, and felt him gag slightly. Aaron relaxed, and adjusted to the new object sliding down his throat. He'd dreamt of this before; just not like this. As Aaron finally began to realize how to do it, Matt slid his hands to the back of his neck and gently held onto him. He moved his hard rod in and out of the hot mouth, like a wet cunt. Aaron felt the soft drops of precum ooze out of the cock inside his mouth. He swallowed the sweet nectar, and let the rest drizzle out of his mouth. He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying having this beautiful man's hard tool. Matt moaned out softly, as his hands gripped the back of Aaron's neck, and he thrust over and over into the damp hole. He would pull his cock nearly all the way out, only to shove it back inside, taking immense pleasure at the younger boy's expense. He could feel the intense tingling in his balls, the one that always alerted him to the oncoming orgasm, and tried to hold off as long as possible. He wanted to use Aaron's mouth for as much time as he could, having his control over the boy while he had the chance. He got off on the power, the authority; much like someone had once done to him. It was the perfect mixture of lust and retribution for actions long ago. When he could no longer contain himself, he held the boy's neck firmly and jettisoned a large load of hot seed down his throat. He could hear the boy gag and sputter on his cum, but he didn't care and, instead, continued to pump his juice out, not caring what his partner thought. Aaron could barely gulp down Matt's cum, and let it drip from his mouth and onto his nice clothing. He swallowed what he could, for fear he'd had been instructed to do so, and also because the idea turned him on. He sucked on the softening member until Matt backed away, leaving Aaron's sore mouth feeling empty. "Like that?" Matt asked breathlessly, as he leaned against the locked stall door. He grinned down at his prey, with a satisfied feeling. "S-Sure," Aaron replied nervously, the feeling of dread in his stomach rapidly replacing the lust he'd been lost in. "You're not bad; could use some work, but that isn't a problem," Matt said. "Huh? You want more?" Aaron asked, confused. "Well, not right now, kid; but you're still under contract with me," Matt said with a laugh. "But I thought..." "You thought wrong. I call the shots here," Matt said. He zipped himself up, and then quickly moved right up against the younger man. He reached down, feeling Aaron's prominent erection pressing against his khakis. Aaron gasped at the older man's touch, and wanted release like he'd never felt before. Matt worked his hand over the smooth fabric, massaging his teen cock. "Does that feel good?" He cooed. "Y-Yes sir," Aaron moaned out. "Do you want to cum?" "Oh, yes!" the younger man exclaimed. Matt jerked his hand away from Aaron's crotch quickly. He straightened up and laughed. "Don't make me wait so long next time, and maybe I'll be nice," he warned. Aaron felt at a loss for air, and looked up at him. "I'll be in touch," Matt said, and smiled. He unlocked the stall door and exited the bathroom. Aaron sighed, and sat back against the wall, exhausted and pent up. Of the million thoughts that swirled through his head, one kept repeating over and over. What have I done? .... Comments or questions can be addressed to hardy.sean@rocketmail.com Thanks for reading!