Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 20:54:01 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Major and the Geek

	I slowly strolled along the sidewalk, knowing I looked good.  I'm
6' tall, weigh 180, blonde hair, blue eyes, well muscled, but not overly
so, sweet bubble butt, and a long dick stretched down my right pant leg.
I've started my first year of college, but find it boring.  It's always
more fun and rewarding to walk the streets of the local tenderloin and get
picked up by needy men with money.  But, I'm not a whore or a slut.  Well,
maybe.

	A black limousine cruised up beside me, the rear window rolled
down.  A deep voice from inside called out, "Time for work."  I glanced
over at the expensive car and sauntered over.

	"Something I could interest you in?" I smirked.

	"Get in the fuckin' car," he snarled.  "We'll be late."  He swung
the door open and I looked inside.

	"Why Major! You're out of uniform," I smiled.  The lone occupant of
the rear compartment was wearing only a smile.

       "Get in the fuckin' car, Chris, or you won't get this!" he smiled as
he waved his very black, very thick 10" dick at me.  Not one to turn down a
dick that good or that size, I jumped into the back seat and slammed the
door behind me.  The Major tapped the divider glass and the limo eased away
from the curb.  I moved deeper into the corner of the car where the Major
sat and engulfed his hard dick with my experienced lips.  He began tugging
at my clothes, trying to pull them off.  I helped as much as I could, but
still kept that black poker in my mouth.

	When all my clothes were off, he slid down the seat and I straddled
his head, moving us into a 69 position.  As usual, he started eating my ass
out.  He knew from experience that when he started sucking my dick, I'd nut
pretty quickly.  The man turned me on far too much.  Within another minute,
he'd moved from my asshole to my dick and swallowed a big, creamy load from
my thick 9" dick a minute later.  Meanwhile, I'd been getting his monster
dick as wet as I could.  I knew he was going to plow that huge thing up my
ass and I knew I'd need a lot of spit to take it.

	That was one of the reasons he always blew me first.  He used my
nut load as lube to fuck me, pushing his tongue back up my butt along with
as much of my cream as he hadn't swallowed.  Another minute and he mounted
me doggie style.  That horsedick slid in easily, mainly because in the few
months that we'd known each other, he'd plowed my ass repeatedly every
weekend.  And I looked forward to those weekends.  He was the best fuck I'd
ever had.

	I felt his beautiful dick jerk in my ass as his rapid thrusts into
me peaked.  Once again, he was seeding my very willing love tunnel.  All
this time on the streets, I'd thought I was a top.  I just hadn't been
topped by the right man.  Easily, Major Fairfax was the one to show me the
way.  Again, his dick jerked and I felt the warmth of his creamy load spray
deep and plentiful into me.  Getting my ass flooded by his big dick was
always the best.  If I hadn't already nutted in his mouth, I'd have cum for
sure.  My dick was hard again, but I wanted to save it for later when I
knew we'd have more time.  Besides, I didn't want to spray my load all over
the leather seats.  I knew that when I nut with him deep in my ass, I spray
cum in a wide three foot circle beneath me.

	He pulled out his spent dick slowly and slid beneath me.  His lips
closed over my well-fucked and filled asshole and my lips closed over the
dripping head of his black, wet trouser snake.  Cleaning each other off was
almost better than fucking.

	When we finished, we got dressed and popped a couple of mints into
our mouths.  We didn't want to scandalize the chauffeur too much.

	I'm very particular about my clients.  They gotta have a certain
look, or I tell them I'm busy.  Many trolls have been disappointed.  Sorry,
just not into messes.  If some hot number wants to suck me off and pay for
the privilege, I'm good for that.  Or if he needs me to fuck his bubble
butt, I'm especially good for that.  Bareback, yeah, even better.  But,
getting fucked, not a chance.

	Okay, one exception.  The Major!  Woof!  That man could have any
part of me and I'd gladly give him seconds and thirds.  He doesn't even
have to pay me, although he sorta does.  I'm one of those computer geeks
who know how to talk to any computer and get what I want out of it.  That's
how I met the Major.

	I was writing a paper for a class in high school.  I couldn't find
the information I needed by hitting up Google, Yahoo, MSN, and the rest of
the search engines.  The topic was "The Future of Flight".  The nonsense
that was out there in the public domain was crap.  Speculation was rife,
but based on fiction, not fact.  I wanted facts.

	So, I crashed into one of the DARPA computers and downloaded what I
needed for the paper, including drawings and some pictures (not very good
quality, but they printed out pretty good).  I turned the paper in and got
an A on it.

	About a week later, one of my friends had overheard the principal
of the school talking on the phone to some Air Force pukes about me.  He
told me about it, but before the day was out, I was marched out of my
P.E. class and into a waiting Air Force sedan (the usual government
piece-of-shit car).  I thought I'd been extremely careful by bouncing my
search off several sites before grabbing the data and closing the links.  I
wasn't fast enough or their tracing software was better than I thought it
was.

	In any event, they had my ass.  The nail in my coffin was the paper
I'd turned in.  Classified data.  The guy interrogating me as we drove
toward the local airbase was a great looking guy, black, tall, filled out
his blue uniform extremely well, and was smart as hell.  I tried to
bullshit him, but he knew all the buzzwords about cyberspace and knew how
to use them.  Besides, he had my paper in his hands.  I'd never found
anyone like him, even in the geek chat rooms.  The Major was cordial, but
determined to find out what I knew, how I'd so easily breeched their
computer security, and with whom I'd shared this information.

	By the time we were in a secure room on the base, I knew my goose
was well and truly cooked.  The only way I was going to escape a major
Federal beef was to cooperate.  I thought about getting an attorney, but by
the time I had that brain flash, I'd already spilled the beans and was half
way through showing the Major just how I'd crashed through their security
and downloaded the data.  Too late by far!

	The Major left the room for a few moments to let me stew.  I
continued to glance at the only doorway out of the room every few seconds.
The Major had been kind, but stern.  Obviously, he was a skilled
interrogator.  What I had showed him was child's play.  I even said as
much.  He'd nodded, understanding how easily I'd done it.

	When he returned to the room, he sat across from me.  "Chris, you
have a couple of option," he began, "a few years among some unsavory
characters at a Federal lock-up, or," he dragged that part out, "you work
for us."

	"How, what?" I blathered.

	"Working for us?"

	"Uh, yeah," I stammered.  "The prison part doesn't sound all that
appealing."

	He smiled, knowing he had me just where he wanted me.  "You're in
school, right?"  I nodded.  "We'd like you to work for us on weekends,
perhaps an evening or two when we're pressed for someone of your 'skills',"
he smirked again.  "Pay would be the same as one of our other security
experts.  Of course, we'd have to do additional background checking."  I
swallowed hard.  "Is that a problem?  You have a record?"

	"No, not a record," I muttered.  "Uh, well, ya see, I, uh, I'm
gay," I blurted out.

	He smiled and nodded as if we were discussing the weather.  "'Don't
ask, don't tell' doesn't apply to your situation."

	"It could," I sighed.

	"In what way?"

	"Well, I've been, uh, accepting gratuities for some of my
activities."

	The Major had a big smile on his face.  "Trade?"

	I was startled by his use of the word.  I thought only gay men and
their Johns knew that word.  "Not exactly."

	"Okay, how?"

	"Uh, I walk the main street in Boys-town and, uh, gentlemen ask if
I'm available for fun.  I tell them it depends on whether or not they're
the police, and what they had in mind.  As soon as I'm sure it isn't
entrapment, I ask them what they want.  All of this assumes I'm interested
in them.  I've turned down a lot of trolls!"  He nodded as if to say, "Go
on."  "If I agree to what they need, I tell them how much."  I could see he
wanted to know what my scale was, but I didn't volunteer the information.

	"Supplementing your income to afford college?" he asked.

	"Uh, yeah, sure."

	"Chris, you'll have to stop that if you work for us."  He could see
that I didn't like the idea.  "Or you can go to one of our Federal, uh,
hotels and get befriended by someone you'll not like and he'll take what he
needs."

	I'm sure I blanched snowy white.  "But, ..."

	"Can't prevent it.  Sorry."

	"You have me over a barrel, as it were."

	He laughed.  "Yeah, I'm sure your, uh, clients have enjoyed that
hard ass of yours many times from that position."

	"They never fuck me!" I protested.  "I don't allow it."  I could
see he didn't believe me.  "I'm not saying I've never been fucked, but that
was friends, not clients as you call them."

	"So, you'll come to work for us then?"

	"As if I have a choice," I sighed.

	"You always have a choice.  It's just that some are easier and
clearer than others."

	"Fine," I pouted.  "How is this gonna work?"

	"Plans for the weekend that can't be broken?" he asked.  It was
already late Friday afternoon.

	"Workin' the street and some homework."

	"Give me your apartment keys and I'll have someone bring back what
you need.  Make a list," the Major said, shoving paper and a pen in my
direction.  "And some clothes, too.  You'll be here until Monday morning
when you go back to classes."

	I was living by myself.  My parents had kicked me out at the age of
16 when they discovered me fucking my best friend from school in my
bedroom.  I'd told them to knock first!  My father was furious, but Mom
slipped me some money to get me into my apartment and get me started with
kitchen utensils, etc.  It was a furnished apartment in an old Victorian.
My cooking appliance was a microwave.  No hotplates or similar devices
allowed.  I knew enough about nutrition not to starve or eat poorly.  So
hooking was how I lived.  Weekends were the most profitable, but week
nights could be good too.  So far, I'd managed well enough, even with my
"elevated" standards about who I'd do.  I'd scored well several times,
getting $500 or $1000 for spending the night or weekend with a client.

	I never did understand what one guy was doing paying for sex.  He
was a good looking guy, good body, nice ass, nice dick, probably early
30's.  He could have gotten laid anytime for free just by going to the gay
bars.  But, he said he didn't like the drunks there and I was a sure thing.
His sexual needs were pretty vanilla, which was fine with me.  I had a
recent HIV test result, so he wanted me to fuck him bareback all weekend
long.  The guy nearly wore me out.  My nuts hadn't been that empty since I
was pre-pubescent!  But, he was a satisfied customer.  I got more money out
of him three more times before I didn't see him anymore.  I have no idea
why.  Perhaps, he found someone younger, or another guy with a bigger dick.

	So, I made out my list, asked for some books for school work, which
clothes I wanted, and my computer (that part was the Major's request).  He
wanted to see what else I'd pilfered from their data.  And I needed to use
it for a couple of assignments from school.

	While he continued to interrogate me, he took me out to a
restaurant and fed me.  He paid.  During the conversation, I found out what
he was going to pay me (more money than I'd ever seen!), where I'd be
housed (which lasted only the first weekend), and the promise of all kinds
of paperwork I'd have to sign about non-disclosure.  He asked me how old I
was (he already knew that from their investigation to nail me).  I told him
that I'd just turned 18.  I knew there was no point in lying to this guy.
He had all the goods on me.  But, I thought it interesting that he smiled.

	"Why you smiling?" I finally asked.

	"Oh, just that you're legal."

	"Oh?"

	"For your 'trade'," he added.

	"Uh huh," I deadpanned.  There was something more going on here.
I'd been around enough Johns to know the signals.  I leaned forward over
the table and whispered, "You're interested, aren't ya!"  His shocked
expression and lack of denial said it all.

	"Why would you say that?" he bumbled.

	"I didn't just fall off the turnip truck, Major Fairfax," I
smirked.  "My gaydar has been going off all afternoon.  I thought it was
because I thought you were one of the hottest men I'd ever seen, but now I
know it's more."

	"You know shit, Chris!" he nearly snarled.

	"I know you wanna fuck my ass," I leaned back and smiled knowingly.

	"You couldn't take it anyway," he threw back at me.

	"Oh, yeah?  Try me!"

	"You don't get fucked.  Remember?" he tossed off in a whisper as he
leaned toward me, "unless you've been holding out on me?"

	"I've had other experiences.  I told you that."

	"So you did.  Still, you can't take me."

	"Let's go into the men's room here and see who's right!" I
challenged.

	"FUCK!" he laughed softly.  "You're so fuckin' cocky."  He paused
for a moment.  "Not here.  Too fuckin' public.  How about back at my place,
off base?"

	"You're on," I agreed readily.  "And if you're right, I'll figure
out a way to take it.  Just how big is your snake?"

	"Ten inches of thick man meat," he bragged.

	"I've had that!" I laughed.  "But, not recently," I admitted.  "And
it wasn't easy."

	He smirked back at me.  "We'll see."

	I couldn't wait to finish dinner and go back to his place.  The
more time I spent with him, the more I wanted him.  He paid for dinner and
we drove back to the base.  My clothes, computer, and books had arrived.
We took them over to my small apartment on base, and then went over to his
house.  I was fondling his dick through his trousers the entire journey.
He wasn't exaggerating.  His dick was enormous.  And it was a leaker!  I
couldn't wait to get my mouth on it.

	"You keep that up and I'll nut in my pants," he warned.

	"Then, let's pull it out and I'll blow you," I purred.

	He slapped my hand away and told me that he didn't want to get
caught on base or off base for that matter with my face in his lap.
Besides, he wanted to give me his full attention, and he couldn't do that
while he was driving.  We couldn't get to his place fast enough to suit me!

	He drove his car into the garage of a huge home in the best part of
town.  "You're doing well for a Major," I said looking around.  "This is
quite a house.  Just you?"

	"Just me.  I inherited some money.  Major's don't get that well
paid."

	"Where we gonna do this?" I smiled, working the buttons loose on
his Air Force jacket while we stood in the kitchen.

	He slapped my hands away.  "Upstairs with you," he directed.
"We're taking a shower first.  I wanna do this right," he leered at me.  He
pointed up the wide staircase that lead upstairs.  He followed me with his
hands on my ass.  I moved slowly so he'd have to push me and grab my ass
even more.  He had a great touch.  I couldn't wait to feel his big dick
inside me.

	We undressed hurriedly and he pushed me into the oversized shower.
The water was instantly hot when he turned it on.  With liquid body soap,
he worked over every inch of my body, paying particular attention to my ass
and very hard dick.  I pulled away a couple of times when he stroked my
dick too eagerly.  I didn't want to nut yet!  I did the best I could to
duplicate washing his incredible body.  His pecs were like square granite
pillows.  His ass was high, tight, and very round.  I wanted to spend hours
just feasting on it.

	We dried off and headed for the bedroom.  He got me on the bed on
my back.  He straddled me and we blew each other for a couple of minutes
before his tongue went south and he started to eat out my ass.  I couldn't
believe how good it felt.  I spread my ass cheeks with my hands and urged
him to totally devour my hole.  He didn't need the encouragement.  His
tongue speared my hungry hole repeatedly.  I was moaning like the cheap
whore that I am.

	I did the same thing for his deeply buried manhole.  His hard
muscle cheeks had to be pried apart, but my experienced tongue found the
mark and I lapped and drooled all over that black hole.  He was tight, but
I wiggled my tongue inside and tasted his tunnel entrance.  I've been an
ass pig all my life (it seems) and this glorious example was clearly the
best I'd ever had.  If I die young, I want it to be because I forgot to
breathe with my face buried in his delicious, muscle ass.

	I followed his lead when he went back to blowing me.  But, I was
far too close to nutting.  I pushed his face away just in time and then
warned him how close I was.  He smiled through his legs at me.  "Would that
be so bad?  You're young enough that you can probably nut again in another
10 minutes."  I smiled an acknowledgement.  "Yeah, I thought so," he
grinned back at me.

	He went back to sucking my dick again.  Once more, I pushed his
head away, but he pushed my hand away instead.  "You'll make me nut," I
warned again.  But, by then it was too late.  I was gonna nut and there was
no turning back.  "Oh, Fuck!  Take it, Major!  Suck me OFF!"  I exploded in
his mouth, great creamy ropes of dick gravy spewed from my bloated dick,
flooding his mouth.  I felt him swallow, but I continued to pump out more
juice.  I fucked his face and he sucked greedily.  If my face hadn't been
buried in his ass, I'd have awakened the neighbors, even though they
weren't very close to his mansion.

	After I stopped firing, he continued to strip my dick of any
leftover dribbles.  Soon though, he moved back to my ass and worked his
tongue inside me.  I could feel his hard dick stabbing my chest as I worked
my tongue deeper into his manhole.  His dick dripped precum which pooled
between my pecs.  Reluctantly, I moved away from his incredible ass and
started sucking his black monster.  Precum squirted across my tongue.  I
knew he was getting close.  He moaned and pulled his dick from my mouth.
With startling speed he flipped himself around, pushed my legs up on to his
shoulders, and pressed his giant dick against my sloppy, wet asshole.  He
pressed forward and I eagerly let him in.  It stung at first, but I was
determined to take him.

	He looked into my eyes and smile.  Leaning in, he slowly kissed me,
his dick continuing to press inside me.  I reached between us and pulled my
ass cheeks farther apart.  My fingers brushed against his impossibly thick,
long dick.  His bull nuts were pulled tight against the base of his ebony
phallus.

	His body shuddered and his big dick jerked.  Only the head was
inside me, but it felt like a fence post.  I could tell he was holding his
breath, trying to avoid a climax.  Another jerk of his dick and I know I
felt juice spray inside me.  He pressed another inch into me and I moaned
loudly, kissing him hard.  In a rush, his breath escaped and his dick
jerked even harder.  I felt a huge wad of cum charge into me, spraying my
ass walls several inches deeper.

	He broke the kiss and bellowed like a rutting bull.  Another two
inches of horsedick plowed into me and more baby gravy jetted up my love
tunnel.  The pleasure overwhelmed my good sense and I pulled him deeper
into me, my hands urging his big muscle ass to push forward.  Encouraged
and in need of seeding me deeper, he plunged another three inches of his
thick dick up my ass.  The pain of such a thick monster made me tighten up
and my body stiffened.  He could feel me try to eject him, but he couldn't
stop pumping sperm into my ass.  He did pull out slightly, but his hips
pushed forward again.  This time, it didn't hurt nearly as much.  More
fucking motion from his hips and I was liking it again.  But, he didn't go
deeper.

	I pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.  His dick jerked a
final time inside me.  One hand went back to his ass and cupped it, pulling
him into me again.  His dick was losing some of its "starch", so it bent
and slithered out.  He grabbed it and pushed it back in.  Man, did that
feel good.  That monster sliding over my prostate made my dick jump and
leak precum.  He forced it deeper and I wanted more.  With both hands, I
urged him deeper again.  I could feel him going deeper than when he was
jetting cum into me.  He felt so good inside me.  I wanted to get all that
10" monster up my ass.

	But, it was shrinking up, so I didn't feel pain at all.  However, I
felt his wiry pubes crush against my gaping hole.  I had all of him in me,
even if he wasn't at a full 10".  Maybe next time, I'd get it the way I was
meant to.  He kissed me hard as he felt his lower abs press against my nut
sack and his dick root spread my welcoming hole even more.  I squeezed down
with my ass, trying to keep him inside me.  But, that only made his ebony
pole slide out wetly.

	The Major stood on his knees, towering above me.  "Damn!" he
smiled, "you're better than I imagined.  Sorry about nutting so fast."

	"Same here.  I didn't mean to cum in your mouth so quickly."

	"We were overwhelmed by the sexual tension between us."

	"Uh, I have to assume that you're negative, although I'm a little
late in asking that."

	"Yes.  Negative," he confirmed.  "I'd never fuck a guy bareback if
I weren't."

	He fucked me three more times that night.  That's when we found out
on the first of the next three fucks that when he takes me doggie style and
I've not nutted within the last 15 minutes, I'll pump out a big load into
the sheets beneath me.  His big dick up my ass fucks it right out of me,
even if I'm not touching my dick.  The second fuck he got every inch of his
dick into me, although it still hurt a little.  The third one was the best.
He was able to fuck me as hard and deep as he desired and I urged him on to
totally plow and fill me up.  I couldn't get enough of that big man's dick
or his loads.

	I slept at his house that night.  We showered the next morning and
he ate my ass out so good that I begged him to fuck me again.  Of course,
he did and I wanted more.  But, there was work to be done and I needed to
earn his trust, besides in bed.

	Once more, I showed him how I'd gotten into their systems.  I
showed him how I'd block it and tired to leave no footprints behind, too.
He passed that information on to his security staff.  They pondered on it
for a while, and then started programming in a patch.  Later in the
afternoon, I tested their fix.  It worked to block my unauthorized entry,
but I noticed another security hole that I could easily penetrate.  I
pointed that one out to Major Fairfax, too.  Once more, he had the security
team get to work on fixing the problem.  This one would take them longer to
fix, so we walked over to my small room on the base and turned our
attention to my computer.  I gave him free rein of my hard drive, having
entered my jumbled password.  He checked for hidden drives, password
protected documents, etc.  Nothing revealed itself he didn't already know
about.

	But, he did notice I had a fairly large collection of porno pix and
short films on my computer.  "We'll review these at my house later," he
smiled.  "The Air Force isn't interested, officially."

	Later that evening, we gathered up my computer, books, and clothes
and hit a fast food joint.  We ate there and then he drove us to his house.
He gave me a tour of his home (which had to be at least 5,000 square feet)
and the landscaping.  He was able to name every genus of every plant there.
The house sat on nearly an acre of ground.  The three-car garage faced the
side yard, so looking from the front of the house, it appeared to be
another bedroom wing.  The general architecture was baronial, lots of
stonework, leaded windows, and roof angles.  He had a cleaning service in
every two weeks.  The yard was kept up by another service.  Of course, the
place was alarmed.

	I was still trying to figure out how old he was when he volunteered
the information by stating the year that he'd graduated from ROTC.  That
made him 30 years old.  With the rank of Major, he was moving up fast.  I
knew he was a jet jockey from the decorations on his chest as well as
photos in his den.  I asked about them casually and found out that he had
flown all the aircraft on his wall.  It was a sizeable number.  From the
T-38 trainers to the newest stealth aircraft, he'd piloted them all.  But,
he had tired of that, so he went back to his original love: computers.  He
kept his flight status current, but only for the pay.  He wasn't interested
in being a jet jockey anymore.

	I plugged in my computer and brought up some of the pix and films
that I got off on.  He looked over my shoulder for a few minutes.  "I can
see you have a particular kind of man in mind when you're looking to pump a
load," he observed.  "But, you need to do your homework more than you need
to play with your skin flute.  That'll be for later," he promised with a
big grin.

	Yeah!  I knew I was gonna get plowed again.  Hopefully, several
times!  I rushed through two assignments and read the two assigned chapters
for my history class.  Finished, I made a move on him.  "Single minded,
aren't you?" he laughed.  "You need more of last night?"

	"Much more of last night," I grinned back.  So, he swallowed four
more loads from my dick while pumping four more of his loads up my ass, ALL
the way up my ass!  Fuck, he felt good.  I was turning into a bottom.  I
didn't care a bit, although several times, I'd thought about what it might
feel like to jet my teen juice up his beautiful, black ass.  However, I was
well satisfied with the current arrangement.  Changes could be negotiated
later.

	I didn't know about the chauffeur until Monday morning when he
rousted me out of bed to take me to school.  "The car is mine, but the
driver is Air Force.  So, be on your good behavior, Chris," he'd
admonished.  "No funny business!" he added, when I tried to grope him.  My
computer stayed at his house with the promise it would be delivered back to
my apartment before I returned from school that evening.  With books in
hand, I walked up the front steps of my high school.  Turning, I waved back
at the departing limousine.  I was ignored.

	I shrugged and walked through the school doors.  If anyone saw me
climb out of the limo, no one said a word.  However, in my first period
class, my best friend, Josh, wanted to know all about the summons on Friday
and being dragged out of P.E. class.  He'd been trying to reach me all
weekend.

	"It was just a misunderstanding," I lied.  "A case of identity
mix-up," I elaborated.  "No great shakes."

	"Where were you this weekend?  I called and called," he challenged.

	"Uh, you know how it is, I got lucky."

	"For the whole weekend?"

	I smiled and nodded.  "Very rewarding," I crowed.

	"Whore!" he hissed, but smiled broadly.  "I wish I could get paid
for getting my dick sucked."

	"More than that was involved," I carefully said.  "Besides, you're
too ugly and your dick is too small!"  On the contrary, he wasn't ugly and
his dick was nearly as big as mine.

	"Fuck you!" he laughed.  "At least, I don't charge for mine."

	"Yeah, you give it away, and I'm grateful," I smirked, patting his
butt surreptitiously.

	"You better not give me cooties as a result of this!"

	"Never fear."

	"We still good for this afternoon?"  I nodded agreement.  We had a
standing "date" on Monday afternoon when we talked about our weekends,
fucked, did some homework, and ate dinner and fucked again.  His parents
were okay with spending the afternoon and evening with me as long as he got
home by ten and his homework was done.

	The remainder of the week raced by.  Thursday night, Major Fairfax
called to let me know that he'd pick me up in the limo after school on
Friday.  I told him that there would be less explaining to do if he were to
meet me in Boys-town along the main street that bisected that district.
Agreeing to a time, he hung up.

	I wanted to tell him how much I'd missed his big dick up my butt,
but decided that was too pushy, too girly, and way too passive.  It also
had the sound of desperation in it.  Well, I was hungry for his dick, no
question there.

	I thought Friday at school would never end.  I nearly ran to my
apartment.  Grabbing my books, laptop computer, and a gym bag full of
clothes for the weekend, I looked around for anything else I needed.
Seeing nothing, I got into my best 'come-fuck-me' drag and walked to
Boys-town.  Although it was late afternoon, gentlemen looking for young men
were already cruising the streets.  One of my "regulars" asked me if I were
available for some fun.  His fun was pretty vanilla, and he had a small
dick.  Besides, he always was too quick to squirt his load while he sucked
me off.  He wanted to get home to the wife and kids for dinner.  Instead of
Mr. Quickie, I needed a big, black Air Force dick.  I declined his offer,
even after his suggestion that he would raise my price.  The Air Force was
paying me more and the "fringe benefits" were awesome.

	I expected to see the Air Force sedan, but I was pleasantly
surprised to see the limousine instead.  He rolled down the window of the
rear door near the curb.  "Time to work, Chris," he said from inside.  I
walked over and opened the door.  The chauffeur had instructions to stay
behind the wheel.  I looked around and saw some of my "competition".  They
were green with envy.  I smiled at them and slipped into the limousine.
Eat your hearts out, Bitches!

	We drove directly to his house, bypassing the airbase.  "We'll work
from here this weekend," the Major smiled over at me.  And every weekend
thereafter, I worked from his house.  Only on those rare times when he
needed me during the week did I drive on to the airbase with him.  But,
that was all work and no play.  I didn't like those special weekdays at
all!


This story is fiction.  Your life isn't.  Always play safe!

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