Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2012 08:07:45 -0600 From: s a Subject: Blow 4 Dough, Part 3 Warning: This story contains profanity, pedophilia, prostitution, and aggressiveness. I am sole creator of this work. Please feel free to contact me at the above email. Blow 4 Dough By Scott Zucker Chapter Three: Teacher's Appreciation Week With my share of the money, I bought a new phone and clothes. Immediately, my mom became suspicious, but I was able to bullshit my way out of it. Nevertheless, I don't know what Nick bought because he didn't have anything to show for it. Of course, that's if I don't count the night he snuck in through the window, while high as a kite. Thankfully for him, my mom was tending to a friend. For the next few days, I thought about Xavier constantly. I even asked Nick several times if he had heard from him yet. He just always said no. By that weekend, Nick thought he was back to pimping. "Hey, what do you think about this guy?" he asked, sticking his phone in my face. "No," I shot back. "Why not?" "For one, he's old and nasty, and for two, you're a fucking rip off." Surprisingly, he just shut off his phone and left. However, I knew he'd be back, especially with his birthday around the corner. Sure enough, he returned a few days later, this time with four potential guys. "You got to be shitting me?" were the first words out of my mouth. "I shit you not, I'm a fucking pro." "Um, no you're not." "Let me just show you." He began tinkering with his phone. "Now I've been talking to a lot of dudes, but these are the most reliable." He showed me the first guy's pics. One was of his stout upper body, and the other was of his huge, venous cock. "What's his deal?" "His name is Tom, and he's 38. He really wants to do this. He also wants me to be in the room with you guys." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I guess he likes to be watched or something. Anyhow, he'll pay 350, and I'll let you keep 250 of it." "All you can get is 350?" "Bitch, come back to reality. The most anyone wants to pay for your ass is 250. That's all you're worth..." "Then fuck off. I don't need the money." He paused and then flipped to another pic, which showed an old guy's body. In fact, I think it was the same pic he showed me the other day. "Um, yeah, that's not helping your cause." "500 dollars." "He's like what? A 100 years old?" "He's in his 50s, but I can probably talk him into raising the 500." I rolled my eyes, as he flipped to a new guy's pic. Surprisingly, it showed the guy in all his glory. His body was pale and lanky, and his face was smug and nerdy. He also wore small glasses and had a high forehead. Honestly, I thought he was unattractive but doable. "Looks like a college professor." "Talks like one, too." "I can't believe he sent that pic." "Well, I kinda fibbed about your age. I don't think he entirely bought it, but he's still interested." "And what's the scoop on the last guy?" "Ah, yes." He turned to a new pic, which showed a thin, young torso in a dimly lit room. It reminded me of Xavier's, but not as nice. "Late 20s, but very discreet. I think he works with kids, and is afraid of meeting one he knows. Anyways, he says he'd probably do it if the kid's blindfolded or in a dark room." Immediately, I thought about a teacher I recently had named Jason. Jason was a hot, young teacher who all the kids loved, although many adults didn't like him, mostly because he was a big kid himself. I always wondered about him because he was overly nice, especially to the boys, who he'd sometimes invite over to his house. Of course, I never heard about him doing anything inappropriate, and no one else seemed suspicious of him. After all, he had a gorgeous, longtime girlfriend. "Was his name Jason, by any chance?" "What part of `discreet' do you not understand?" "Shit, I was just asking." He shut off his phone and shoved it in his pocket. "So what do you think?" "I think you're still a rip off." "I was honest about the two guys." "You weren't a week ago." "Fuck, I'm sorry. What do you want, a hug?" I just shook my head, as I stared off into space. "I know you want to do this again. After all, you're obsessed with ass wipe." "No, I'm not." "Whatever." I pondered for a few seconds. "These were the best you could find?" "I said they were the most reliable, not the best." I hesitated again. "I don't know. I'll think about it I guess." He just nodded his head. "Okay, fair enough." With that, he left the room. The next day, I came to Nick with my decision. I told him I'd meet all of them, but I wanted to hold off on the old guy. Within two days, he had me arranged to meet the professor. At the time, the big guy was out of town for a last minute thing, and the young guy still had cold feet. To win my trust back, Nick let me listen in on his and the professor's phone conversation. Unfortunately, all Nick could get out of him was 250, and even then, he had to talk him into the extra 50. However, Nick promised me 150 of it. We went to the guy's apartment, which was drab but upscale. He was also a little older and heavier than his pic, but was still okay. He never said anything about my age, and didn't really seem to care. Nick stayed in the living room and watched TV, as I sucked the guy off in his open bedroom. He got completely naked, which I thought was somewhat hot. He also had a long, skinny cock, which fit nicely down my throat. Furthermore, he was clean without a single scent on his shaved body. However, he was a boring fuck, who just lied there like a corpse the whole time. I could barely even tell when he came because he was still unresponsive, and his cum was scanty and tasteless. Also, afterwards, I couldn't tell if he had enjoyed himself. Without a word, he immediately got up and went to the hallway bathroom naked, for Nick to see. Not that it really mattered to Nick, though. Surprisingly, he contacted Nick a day later, saying he wanted to do it again. I was definitely open to it. After all, it was easy money, especially with such a dud of a client. I was even cool with taking it down to 200. Later that week, Nick told me the young guy was ready, but was insistent on calling the shots. For starters, he wanted Nick to get a hotel room. He also wanted Nick to wait outside and me to wait on my knees, as I wore undies and a blindfold. Furthermore, he would leave the money out in the open. Nick also said he would only pay 250, which included the room's price. Nick told me he knew adults who could get the room, so that wouldn't be an issue. He also said he'd be in the parking lot with his cell phone, in case of an emergency. Nevertheless, I was nervous about getting ripped off. I was also nervous about being alone, seminude, and blindfolded. However, I was curious if he was Jason. I figured I'd be able to tell by his voice, which was distinct and youngish, and by his body, which was short and toned. In the end, my curiosity was too great. The day I found out, I had an older gay buddy order me some box cut shorts online, and I paid extra for speedy delivery. Needless to say, I was starting to enjoy having extra money for petty purchases. The day came, and Nick got a cheap but nice room. We then went up to the room, where I stripped down to my new shorts, as Nick watched TV. "Faggot," he soon sneered, glancing over at me. By now, his shit talk was becoming so redundant I quit paying attention to it. Besides, most of it was brainless drivel anyways. Soon the time came, and Nick shut off the TV and lights, except for a dim desk lamp. He then pulled out a long piece of denim. "Get on your knees, Bitch," he said. He tied the cloth around my eyes. "You have your cell with you?" "Yep, under the bed," I responded, tapping it. He hesitated. "Good luck, whore." He walked over to the door, where he tinkered with the lock a little. I think he then taped the catch down. Afterwards, the room got quiet, except for the distant sounds of TVs, voices, and cars. It felt like an eternity, although it was probably only ten or fifteen minutes. Also, the cloth started to feel constricting after a while, and I began to get chilly from the AC. I thought I heard the door barely crack open. For a couple of minutes, I didn't hear anything else, although I could see something move. Then I heard the lamp click off, as everything turned to black. Seconds later, I felt someone grab my head and guide it towards his crotch. Immediately, I started sucking his cock, which was small and thin. I could also tell he was fully dressed with his cock hanging out of his fly. Like Jason, he was short and built, and was so soft he felt young. Furthermore, he wore a dress shirt, cargo pants, and long-sleeved T-shirt, which also reminded me of him. Jason was actually the standard tie and loafer kind of teacher, but the few times I saw him outside of school, he predictably dressed like a teenager. At first, there were a few differences. For one, this guy's voice seemed too low to be Jason's. Secondly, he was wearing a ring, and I was sure Jason was still single. Even though he had a girlfriend, he wasn't exactly husband material. The session started out lame. I just sucked him, as he kept his hands to himself. He couldn't even get hard at first. I soon touched his ass, but then became distracted by something bulky in his back pocket, probably sunglasses. After a few minutes, he started moving his hips, which made his cock harder. Before long, he was stroking my hair and shoulders. Abruptly, he bent over and shoved his hot, slimy tongue into my mouth. He smelled and tasted like warm cinnamon. He was also wearing a hat, and its brim kept hitting my forehead. Minutes later, he stuck his cock back into my mouth, and it was rock hard. He then alternated between fucking my mouth and sucking my tongue. His tongue felt like a wild slug in both of our mouths, and soon we were dripping in spit. At one point, he even licked up the mess running down my chin. He then continued to face fuck me. His hard cock was so small it began poking the back of my mouth. "Get on the bed," he whispered. I jumped up on the bed, and he spun me over on my back. "Hang that head off. I'm gonna fuck that mouth good." I did just that, and he went right to it. I had never been in that position before, so it felt weird at first. After a while, he yanked off his pants. I could now feel his big, bushy package, and smell its soggy stench. Immediately, he went back to fucking my throat. Soon his legs got wider and his hands worked their way down my torso. A few times, his cock slipped out of my mouth, and my nose ended up in his wet, hairy ass. At one point, he also rubbed my throat to feel his cock ramming the inside of it. That made him groan and moan louder. "I'm gonna cum. Get on your fucking knees," he shrilled. His body then shook in anticipation. "Fuck, hurry." I plopped down on the floor. Impatiently, he yanked off my blindfold and shot several thick squirts all over my face. I yelped loudly, as some of it got in my eye. It burned like a mother fucker. I scrambled clumsily to the bathroom and shut myself up in it. After turning on the light, I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my eye with it. The light was so bright I started seeing dots. Once both eyes adjusted, though, I examined myself in the mirror. His cum looked like hair gel all over my face. Being the nasty slut that I am, I wiped away a big white gob of it and ate it, which tasted like sardines. After a few minutes, I went back into the room. By that time, he was already gone, but the 250 was sitting on the desk, right where Nick said it would be. Nick soon came up and plopped down on the bed to watch TV. Then he called some friends to come over. Before his friends arrived, I asked him if he had seen the guy, but he answered with a distracted "no". "Thanks for looking out for me," I told him. He didn't say anything, until commercial break. "Jason Escobar," he said so abruptly it surprised me. "You forget I used to go to your school, too." He then flipped on his phone and showed me a pic of Jason in the parking lot. "Blackmail." He saw the shock on my face. "Kidding...maybe." He then just smirked. "Lots of things you don't know." "About all those guys?" "Perhaps." I tried to fish for more info, especially on Xavier, but he wasn't giving in. His thug friends soon arrived and one of his girlfriends drove me home, so my mom wouldn't get mad. After all, I was still a good kid, even though I was now a bona fide whore. A few days later, Nick rushed into my room with a big smile on his face. "Oh shit," I grumbled. "I got something set up for tonight, and I think you're going to like it." "What is it?" "A surprise." "Xavier?" Immediately, his smile disappeared. "Fuck no, better than that shit." "How much?" "200, but it won't matter." "Great," I said sarcastically. What was this fool up to, I thought? To be continued...