Knots
Knots, Knots
II, and Knots
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You are probably all wondering what the hell ever happened to the Matt you used to know. Hell, I don't know what happened to the Matt you used to know. I had no idea what changes would happen in my life and what knots I'd tie the night I gave up my virginity to Andy. This question keeps going through my mind now: Would you do it again if you knew that you were going to sink so low as to prostitute yourself to four men? Twenty-four years old or not, they were men, and we were sixteen and still teenagers. The answer to the question is: I don't know. My dick was always hard, well, not really, it just seems that way now that I look back on it.
It would be easy to say "the devil made me do it," Andy being the devil of course, but that would be ignoring the fact that sixteen or not, I was perfectly capable of making wise decisions and the one to have sex with these guys for money wasn't a wise decision. But hell, look at the Bible. It's full of good people doing stupid things. King David's decision to have sex with Bathsheba and then make sure her husband died in battle wasn't a very wise decision. Sometimes we humans do stupid things.
Now understand, I really wanted sex with these guys and also wanted my half of the thousand dollars. The reason I'm even talking about it here is because it was so unlike who I thought I was.
Thinking back on it now, I believe Andy and I were both afraid of romance. He thought there was romance between him and Dillon, and when he found out he had been betrayed, he became afraid of it. I was afraid of it because I didn't want to be tied down. This crazy sex idea was a way of running away from it. We could get lost in the moment and the vision of what it would be like. But what would it be like once it was over? Would we be filled with emptiness and feel like sluts? Would it make us question who we were? That was the way it was for me. But I didn't know any of that at the time. I only know it now as I look back in retrospect at the knots we tied and the stupid decisions we made.
Our parents tried to protect us from making stupid decisions because they wanted to spare us. I always used to think that experience was the best teacher, but you know what, it wasn't. It was only the most memorable teacher. It was the one that told you: "That was stupid. Don't do it again." But the problem was we would it again and again and again.
We were all told when we were kids not to touch the hot stove because we could get burned. There are two types of kids: The one who never touches the stove and never gets burned and the one who does touch the stove, and gets burned. Which of these two is the wisest? I'd say the first one. The second one may have learned from experience, but he got burned and the first kid didn't. The second kid could have a burn that left him with a scar on his finger for the rest of his life. It's a simple story I know, but you get the point. And like I hear people often say, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, while expecting a different result.
Andy and I were getting ready to be insane that Saturday.
My dick was hard when I woke up Saturday morning. That wasn't necessarily unusual, but there was actually a reason why it was hard that particular day; that day was special.
Matt came by around eleven. He spent the next hour or so fidgeting and pacing. He kept asking, "What the fuck's the matter with us? We've become prostitutes. We're nothing better than sluts."
I tried to calm him down. "Matt, you worry too much. We're each going to have five hundred bucks in our pockets before the day is done. Oh, and by the way, I need to take a fifty dollar commission for my negotiating talents."
"Fuck you, Andy. If I'm going to do this, I want my whole five hundred bucks."
"You know, Matt, if all goes well, we can do the same thing next Saturday and we'll have a thousand dollars each."
He smiled. "You're right. We could do this shit until we're old like the guys we're going to be fucking. Think of all the money we'd make. We could retire at thirty."
"You're so full of shit, Matt. We'll be lucky if you make it past this afternoon."
"You're right. What time is it?"
That was about the third time he asked despite the fact I have a big clock hanging on my wall.
He glanced at the clock. "It's 12:35. Let's get some lunch. I don't think I can do this on an empty stomach."
We headed to Burger King and finally decided that maybe we should stop and think a little more about this whole thing.
Matt took a bite of his hamburger and talked with his mouth full. "We should get the money as soon as we get there to make sure they don't shaft us."
"I agree. But what'll we do with it? If we leave it there, they could just pick it up while we're fucking or when we're done."
He looked up at the ceiling and then back down. "Good point. Let's get the money first. We're going in your car, aren't we?"
"Yeah."
"So you take the money, take it to your car, put it under the seat, and lock the door. I'll stay there and do a striptease to keep them occupied while you run the money down to the car. If anyone does tries to follow you, I'll start putting my clothes back on."
I couldn't believe my ears. "Do you know how this shit sounds?"
"I'm afraid I do, but business is business. If we're going to do this, we may as well do it all the way."
I reached across the table and gave him a light slap. "Why didn't you act like this at the school board meeting the other night?"
"Like you said when we were on our date. I'm a coward."
I shook my head. "Evidently not too much of a coward. You're going to be having sex with five men for shit sakes. That takes a hell of a lot of courage."
"Not when you're as horny as I am. My dick is the great motivator. It's like my sword of courage."
I laughed. "Hell, you're almost as funny as I am."
I'm sure none of you want to hear what went on that Saturday, but we're going to tell you anyway. Well, at least part of it. Derrick's apartment was upstairs and my heart was pounding up every step. Andy was beaming because he was seeing dollar signs and some hot sex. My fear was they were going to shaft us somehow.
We got to Derrick's apartment and Andy knocked on the door. Derrick opened the door and the four menu items sat on the sofa across from the bed as if this was movie night. They were dressed more casually than when we were at the restaurant. They weren't wearing any of their expensive jewelry and were dressed in what looked like nylon basketball shorts and tank tops. They smiled at us as we entered the room, but no one got up. Derrick sat on the bed. Andy and I stood there. I nudged him and finally he said, "We want the money up front."
"How do we know we're going to get our money's worth?" Jack asked.
Andy didn't miss a beat. "That wasn't part of the deal. You pay, you watch, you play. We didn't guarantee the quality of the action."
Chet, the stocky one spoke. "How about half now and half when we're done?"
Andy shook his head. "No. We want it up front. We don't know if we can trust you. We hardly know you. Maybe next time it'll be different."
Derrick got up off the bed. "You already paid me. It's only right you pay them."
Jack pulled out ten crisp hundred dollar bills and handed them to Andy. "This better be good."
"Let me put these in my car. I'll be right back. Matt will entertain you while I'm gone."
Deshaun stood. "How do we know you'll be back?"
"I'm leaving Matt here as collateral."
Hearing him say that scared the shit out of me. What if Andy took off with the money and didn't come back. I'd be in deep shit.
Deshaun nodded. "Okay, go."
Andy closed the door and I started unbuttoning my shirt, turning around slowly as I took it off and exposed my tanned thin teenage upper body. Their lecherous stares emboldened me. I undid my belt and pulled it out of the belt loops slowly and then tossed it to Alex, whose blue/gray eyes flashed with desire. Now you have to understand, I was doing this as if I'd been doing it for years. I couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the looks of desire in their eyes that made me feel sexy and wanted. Whatever it was, I unzipped my pants and slowly pulled them open at the top before letting them slide to the floor. I'd forgotten all about Andy or Derrick. All my focus was on the four menu items. But I have to tell you, it looked like they wanted to eat me rather than the other way around. Although just looking at those hot guys had my cock hard, making my striptease all the hotter.
I'd worn loafers with no socks so I could slip them off easily. I stepped out of my pants and pulled my boxer briefs halfway down my ass as I turned it toward them. They clapped and whistled. Their encouragement soon had me facing them as I slowly pulled my shorts down and let my cock pop out. It was fucking awesome. I don't know how else to describe it. Yet, it was like someone else other than me was standing before them. Chet got up off the sofa, knelt down in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned. Then each of them came forward and alternately sucked my cock until Andy walked in. "What the fuck's going on here. You started without me. You're supposed to be watching not sucking Matt's cock."
Jack grabbed Andy and ripped his shirt off. "We paid, now you play. It doesn't make any difference what order we go in."
Andy grabbed Jack's tank top and pulled it up over his head and began sucking his nipples and then kissing him hard on the mouth. Chet, Alex, and Deshaun were still nibbling on my cock. I started to think, Shit, this is getting out of hand.
Fortunately, Derrick yelled, "Stop this shit. This wasn't the plan. Control yourselves or you're going to fuck everything up. Get your asses back on the sofa." Surprisingly, they did as they were told.
Derrick motioned for Andy and me to come over to the bed. He pushed me down so I was laying on my back with my cock in the air. Derrick slowly undressed Andy by taking off his shoes and socks, unbuckling his belt, slipping his running shorts down, and then pulling his Superman boxer briefs off. Hell, mine were only blue. Andy's dick popped up and Derrick pushed Andy on his back beside me before going down on each of us one at a time and then at the same time. He licked up and down our shafts and then took each in his mouth. He rolled us onto our sides so he could get both heads into his mouth. If felt funny with the head of my cock touching the head of Andy's while Derrick was sucking us both.
I leaned up on my elbows so I could watch the action, and the four menu items were staring at us and pulling their cocks out. Jack and Deshaun had nice looking, long, thin cocks. Just right for sucking. Chet and Alex had more girth. They were what I now call jawbreakers.
Derrick rolled me on my stomach, grabbed me at the waist, pulled my ass in the air, and started licking my hole. I was in ecstasy. "Damn Derrick, your tongue is hot. Lick it like you love it." And he did lick it like he loved it.
I hated it when he moved over to Andy's ass and did the same thing to him. Soon he was going back and forth doing us ten seconds at a time. He spit in my ass and then licked around the edges before sliding his tongue quickly in and out. Shit, it was hot. And we were getting paid for it. Damn, what a deal.
Derrick's beautiful cock stuck straight out with no curve. "Get on your knees and face me."
We did as we were told and he first pressed his cock against my lips until I took it in and brought some real joy to his joy stick. He then put his cock to Andy's lips and Andy licked the head and the shaft and then took it in a little at first before going all the way down and we heard this loud "Shiiiiit. That feels so fucking good."
The guys on the sofa were now naked and beating off. They were too intent on watching us to even bother giving each other blowjobs.
Derrick was a lot like Andy. He had the whole thing scripted and knew exactly what kind of show he wanted to put on for our clients. Shit, I called them clients. I sure felt like a whore, but damn it was good. I wondered if all prostitutes enjoyed sex as much as Andy, Derrick, and I were.
"Andy, roll over on your back and raise your legs." Andy did as he was told while Derrick slipped on a condom. "Matt, kneel with your legs on each side of Andy's head so I can blow you while I fuck him."
I did as I was told and soon he was fucking Andy and sucking my cock. Andy was doing his best to lick my balls while I was doing my best to keep from coming.
Derrick got off my cock long enough to yell, "Andy, I'm going to ram your ass so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. You're going to feel my cock all the way to your throat."
Andy let out a yelp. "That's the way I like it. Fuck me hard and fast."
Derrick quickened his pace and was slamming Andy's ass and Andy was moaning and screaming expletives and asking for more. He started in like a train. "Derrick, -give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me."
I yelled, "Toot, toot, the cum is coming the cum is coming."
Derrick had my cock in his mouth when this all started, and he had to pull off to keep from choking because he was laughing so hard. "Are you guys always like this?"
"Only Andy," I said.
The four guys on the sofa had already cum and were sitting there staring at us while wiping their dicks clean with the soft white towels Derrick had conveniently placed on the arms of the sofa for their convenience. I suddenly wondered what he was charging.
I pulled up on Derrick's shoulders so I could kiss him. He let me, even though it probably strayed from his script. He was a hot kisser and his tongue penetrated my mouth before he sucked my tongue into his.
"Okay, Matt. It's your turn. Get on your hands and knees. And kneel in front of Andy so he can suck your cock."
We did as we were told. He took the old condom off, put on a new one, and spread lube on my ass and his cock. He was soon pushing inside me. Damn it felt good. I let out a long "ummmm". Derrick started out slowly and picked up speed and was soon ramming me while holding me tightly around the waist and kissing my back. I was in such heaven that I had trouble thinking about Andy's cock which he happened to be poking in my face. "Okay. Okay," I said as I took it in and he let out an "Oh shit!" and then an "Oh my God."
Derrick's cock felt so good in my ass because he had some girth, which made me feel like he was filling me completely up. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst. And damn, before I knew it my cock was throbbing and I started coming without even touching it. "Fuck, shit," I gasped. "I'm coming. Damn, I've never cum like this before." I was breathing hard, panting, and trying to slow my heart down without having much luck.
Andy leaned down and kissed me and then pressed forward to kiss Derrick who was still ramming his cock in and out of me until he slowed down and began to scream, "I'm going to cum. Shit, I'm going to cum. Shit. Shit. Shit."
I felt his cock grow in size before I sensed the warm sperm in the condom as his cock continued pumping away against my prostate. Damn it was hot. Andy was jacking his cock with his right hand and rubbing his left up and down the ripples in his abs. That almost made me get hard again. He came all over my face and hair. The sex was so passionate, and we were all so spent that we laid on our backs and didn't say a word for a while. I thought I'd never be able to move again.
It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, and I think it was because we had four fucking hot men watching us. That was the only reason I could think of. And damn, we were getting paid for it.
Getting the money that day kind of worried me. They were hesitant at first, but thank God Matt and I had a plan. Jack counted out ten hundreds, putting them into my outstretched hand one at a time. I straightened them and counted them out again before leaving the room. They felt like they were hot off the press because they were so crisp. For a second, I thought they might be counterfeit. I headed to the car, leaving Matt to strip and provide temporary entertainment while I was gone. It felt so good having that thousand dollars in my hand. I unlocked the car, opened the glove box, grabbed an envelope, put the money in the envelope, and slipped the envelope under the passenger seat. It was only after locking the car that the reality hit me. Matt and I had become prostitutes. We had no idea what the penalty was for underage minors charging for sex, and we probably should have Googled it. But all that was on our minds was hot sex with older guys and making one thousand bucks.
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The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. - William Arthur Ward
We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far. - Swami Vivekananda
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. - Rabindranath Tagore
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Contact me at eliassctt@gmail.com I answer all emails.
I'd like to thank Lisa for taking the time to edit Knots 1, 2, & 3. As the author, I take final responsibility for all parts of the story, including any errors.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales, is purely coincidental and no slanderous intent is implied.