Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2017 02:07:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Adventures of A Teenage Hitchhiker II I would spend a fair amount of time on the interstate that summer. I would make some good money at it and meet some interesting people. It was there, or actually at a rest stop, that I met the first guy to suck my cock. He would turn out to be one of the few guys that I would see again, and for good reason. Nigel would play a very large part in my life both as a young teen and as an adult. In any case, I'd gotten a ride back north with a couple. The woman, who I assumed was his wife, was bitching at the guy from the second I got in the car. I guess maybe the guy thought that if someone else was in the car then the lady would shut up and leave him alone. He was wrong. I was uncomfortable as all hell and I'm sure the guy was embarrassed. I asked to be dropped off at the first rest stop they came to, pleading a weak bladder. As I got out the guy said he'd wait and I told him not to worry that I'd be okay, the woman made a comment about me being a ruffian. As I had one leg out of the door I leaned forward and thanked the guy for the ride then said, "Ya know lady, you're a real fucking bitch," then slid out of the car and I heard the guy laughing as I slammed the door and walked off. As I headed toward the bathroom, I passed alongside a big long fancy black car but didn't pay it much attention to it except to notice that the side windows were pretty dark. I did my business in private, there being no none else in the restroom except a guy in a stall grunting and farting. Upon leaving the bathroom I headed toward the entrance of the freeway and noticed that the big black car was parked up ahead of me, away from the building and the other few cars that were there and there was a man in a uniform standing alongside the driver's door. I would have go right past the car and as I got next to it a voice called to me and I turned to see an older man calling me from the back seat. "Young man, are you in need of a ride?" he asked. I nodded my head. "Yessir," I said respectfully, turning to face the man. I was a quick learner. "James," the man said and the guy standing next to the car immediately opened the back door for me and stood, almost at attention while I climbed in, closing the door behind me with a heavy thunk. The fragrance of leather was the first thing I noticed then the soft comfort of the seat I was in. There was shiny wood wherever there wasn't gray leather and a darkened window separated us from the driver, who I had gotten back in and started moving the car, very quietly too I might add. "What kind of car is this mister?" I asked him. "Why it's 1967 Rolls Royce my boy," he said in the kind of voice that sounded like I should know such things. Well I didn't know what a Rolls Royce was except that it was pretty fucking nice and I wanted one. I would eventually own that Phantom V limousine. "What's your name young man?" he asked and when I told him he said it was a fine name and that his name was Nigel. He then told me that I was a very attractive young man and that he'd guessed that girls must be fawning all over me, not that I knew exactly what that word meant but I got the idea and nodded my head. "I'll bet that a few young men find you quite attractive as well," he said, patting me gently on the thigh which let me know right up front where things were headed. "Yessir," I said, "they do." He cocked an eyebrow then asked how I might know such a thing. "Well sir because some boys have hinted at wanting to do stuff with me and I've had men offer me money to do things." "Really," Nigel said, "what kind of things?" "To look at my penis, to touch me and things like that." The eyebrow went up again. "Have you let them... do things to you Tracy?" he asked and I told him that I'd let a man look at me once and another person touch me once. I'd discovered early on that men preferred that I be innocent, or close to it, that they be the first to "be with me." Nigel was no different. "And did you receive money for it?" I nodded my head and explained that I was a poor boy and my mother couldn't afford to give me an allowance or even new clothes sometimes. In telling the story I lowered my head as if in shame for being poor and Nigel immediately patted my leg, his hand a little closer to my crotch than my knee, and gave me a little squeeze. "There is no shame in being poor Tracy," he told me in a soothing voice, leaving his hand on my thigh. "There is shame however if one doesn't use his god given abilities and make every effort to change his situation. "I understand that sir, but still there is shame when you have to wear used underwear from thrift stores sir." I said, laying it on. I'd never had such a thing happen to me but Nigel didn't know that. "Well," he said. "Perhaps we could reach an agreement Tracy, something that would be of mutual benefit. You could help me out and I of course could help you. What do you think of that?" I learned early on in the game that if I took my time, like I had to think about what was being offered, I could usually get the ante up no matter where the stakes started and never have to say a word to get it to happen. "I will give you money of course my boy and I do have a great deal of money," Nigel said, perhaps a little smugly. "You would never have to wear used underwear unless, for some unknown and bizarre reason, you actually wanted to." That was said with a little bit of disgust in the old man's voice. I say old man because to me he seemed like. Short, almost white hair was pushed toward the back of his head. His face was sagging a little around the jaw line and there were little wrinkles at his eyes and around a somewhat lemony slit of a mouth. He was dressed quite nicely in black slacks, a white dress shirt underneath a sweater done in greens and browns. Nigel was giving me a sales pitch and of course, I didn't need one. "I really will make it worth your time Tracy, I promise." With that he pulled on a small leather strap in the middle of the back of the front seat, exposing a tiny bar with bottles of liquid and nice glasses. There was a small tin there and he opened to reveal a wad of green and what I saw seemed to be twenty's. He quickly put the lid back on and closed the tray table. He put his hand high up on my thigh, squeezed it a little bit and said, "So, do we have an agreement Tracy?" I nodded my head then asked what he wanted me to do and he suggest that I start by removing my clothes. I was concerned about that but he reminded me that no one could see in and that James, the driver, was quite accustomed to Nigel's peccadillos. He added that James was paid quite a considerable sum of money to not to have an opinion on what his master did. I started to go about getting undressed and Nigel interrupted me. "Slowly Tracy, go slowly. Some things are meant to be stretched out, to be savored." Nigel used some pretty big words, or at least words that sometimes I didn't know but I generally figured it out. I got the shoes off then relaxed back into the soft leather seat and went about doing a slow strip show for the old guy. Nigel sat, turned to face me in the seat and watched, his eyes seeming to take on a new twinkle. I got my jeans all the way off then rubbed and pulled and pushed at the front of my underwear, savoring the feel of my hand on my rock hard young cock. I grasped onto the shaft then pushed my hips up as though sort of fucking my fist and noticed for the first time, a small wet spot in the white cotton fabric of my Jockey's. I was making precum. I'd taken my jacket off so pulled my t-shirt up to my chest then slowly worked my underwear down, getting my butt out first then my cock. All the while Nigel was muttering "yes, yes" . When I finally got my underwear off and exposed myself fully I thought the old guy was gonna drop. "Oh how marvelous you are Tracy," he said, "utterly perfect. Please remove your shirt as well." I did as he asked and relaxed back into the seat again, my hands at my side. Nigel scooted closer and rubbed his hand on my chest, tickling a nipple, which I discovered felt pretty damned good. "You are such a perfect specimen my boy," he muttered as his hand slid down onto my flat belly then further onto my pubic bone. His fingers played in my pubic hairs then he put his hand down on my inner thigh and moved up slowly while gently squeezing me. I slouched a little further in the seat and put my feet together in an effort to get my legs as wide open as possible. He finally tugged at my balls then leaned down and put his mouth over my upright cock. My whole body went stiff then totally relaxed and I broke out in goose bumps. Holy jumping mother of Christ that felt good. My hand went reflexively to Nigel's back as the man rose and fell, all the while his tongue swirled all around my swollen sensitive cock head. I came without fanfare or notice. One minute I was "ooh-ing" and "aahh-ing" and in the next I was pushing my hips up to get as much of my cock into his mouth as was humanly possible. Nigel must have known what was going on because he pulled my balls down which gave me a little more cock. It also pulled the skin tight on my cock head, something I'd learned a month or so before, making the entire thing even more sensitive. I had even discovered that if I was really into hotness with serious sexiness I could hold my hands onto my pelvic bone at the base of my cock, and it would tighten everything and make my cock sort of vibrate. Maybe I added the vibration but either way I could make myself cum from the feelings without even really touching my cock. Nigel kept working on me until my dick head was so sensitive that I had to gently push his head while pulling my ass further into the seat. He sat up and pulled a handkerchief from under his sweater and wiped gently at his lips. "You taste absolutely wonderful my boy," he said with a smile as he rubbed his hand up and down my inner thigh. I thanked him and told him that it was groovy that I'd never ever had that happened before and it was all I had ever dreamed that it would be. I wasn't lying either but regardless, Nigel seemed quite pleased with that information. I reached for my underwear but the man stopped me. "I wonder if you might consider staying undressed for a while longer Tracy. I rather love looking at naked boys. And besides, perhaps we'll have another go at it." I had no problem with that. I loved being naked and was finding that it was quite stimulation having men look at and admire my naked body. It was plenty warm enough in the car and I felt pretty secure. Besides it was sexy riding around in public sorta with no clothes on. My cock didn't seem to be losing any of it's hardness either. As I sat there gently playing with my balls and Nigel sat watching me and rubbing my leg I decided that I would look for nice big cars as much as possible for these were the men with the money. They seemed willing to spend it on a boy who would let them do things with him and I was a boy who was more than willing to let them do things and take their money. Truth be told I might have even done it for nothing I enjoyed it so much. Since I kept my boner Nigel asked if he could suck me again and of course, how could I refuse. He had me straddle his lap while he slouched down in the seat enough to be able to get his mouth around my cock. I put my hands on the top of that back seat to brace myself while Nigel put his face in close and kissed on my belly, and in my pubic hairs. Sometimes he held onto my butt with hands, gently squeezing and kneading the cheeks and sometimes he kept one hand on my butt while the other one felt on my balls. He licked my cock like a lollipop and I actually direct him a little bit. "Lick my balls too Nigel, please lick my balls." I must say that I added a little acting into that. I mean, I really did like having my balls licked on but I made it sound like more than it was. From that I learned that some men like talking or being talked to when having sex; they liked to think that they were making me hot for it. It also seemed to give the old guy a little more energy, sort of like when a rider hits his horse with a crop when racing. I moved my hips, slowly fucking Nigel's warm mouth and he encouraged me by pushing and pulling on my butt and tugging on my smooth hairless nuts. He also sort of got a finger up between my butt cheeks and ran it back and forth. He even put his finger on my puckered butt hole and tickled me there. I was a little surprised at that but it felt good so I didn't care. Needless to say it didn't take me long to cream but I don't think there was very much. I'd broken my record by squirting my sperm three times in one day, in this case in three hours or so. After I was done Nigel took me out of his mouth but continued to hold me, pressing my cock into his cheek, his cheek into my belly or kissing me there. He finally let go and I swiveled back away from him and sat, but I sat right next to him, my hand resting in his thigh. He wiped his mouth with the handkerchief again then said, "You are the most delectable, exciting, and adorably cute boy I have ever had the pleasure of entertaining." I thanked him and told him that it had been quite exciting for me too. And I meant it. We sat there for a good minute or two, hands on each other's thighs and not talking. Nigel must have realized that we'd traveled a great distance for he said, "Oh my goodness, we're almost home." He pushed a button and said, "James, do we have anything planned today." The metallic voice responded that Nigel had an appointment at two and so Nigel said to head home. "Would you like to see my home Tracy?" He didn't wait for an answer but went on. "I think I would like you to visit me there sometime so perhaps it would be best if knew where I lived." I nodded my head and said that I would love to see his home and visit him sometimes. The old man seemed very excited about that. He indicated that I could get dressed adding, "Of course I could stand to look at your perfect body all day long my boy." I told him I wouldn't mind if he did and he laughed out loud at how his decision to speak to me at all seemed to have turned out quite well. "I have been in the company of many young boys Tracy and besides being the cutest you are also the most well mannered. Your parents have done a very good job in your rearing." I thanked him saying that I didn't have a father and he clucked in sympathy. We talked about my life a little as the car slid silently through city traffic, Nigel's hand resting easily on my thigh the entire time. We ended up on one of the many hills of the city in a neighborhood with huge old houses that had walls and gates around them. James turned the car into one of them, the big car sliding past a gate that was still opening. There were hedges and trees so I couldn't see the house very well until we got in front of it and I almost shit. The fucking thing was huge with chimneys and little roofs with windows all over the place. It looked like it could have been a old hotel or something. Nigel pulled open the tray again and pulled out the engraved metal box and took the lid off it then handed it to me. "Take what you think your time with me was worth Tracy." I suspected that the whole thing might be a test so pulled the wad out, managed to pull out four twenty's and put the rest back and handed the tin back to Nigel. He looked at me then said, "I'm very pleased that you aren't greedy my boy but don't sell yourself short either." He pulled another twenty out and handed it to me, thus setting a guideline for how much he felt my time was worth. He then shocked me by pulling out his bill fold and handed me a fifty. "That's what your time is worth to me Tracy. Can you find your way back here" he asked but didn't wait for an answer, instead he pulled out a business card with his address and phone number on it. "If you want to, call me and I'll send James to fetch you." At that moment James opened the door and waited patiently for his master who seemed to be thinking about something then leaned over to me and said quietly, "How do you feel about being with another boy Tracy?" Call me crazy but I trusted Nigel. I thought a moment then nodded my head and with that nod I would be introduced into the world of having an active sexual partner with multiple watchers and money; big money. Nigel then leaned over and planted a dry kiss on my cheek and slid out of the car. "James will take you wherever you wish to go," and with that the old man walked up the steps to a huge covered porch where an equally huge door was opened by another man in a black suit who stood at attention as Nigel passed through the doorway. James got back into the car and as he passed back through the open gate a metallic voice asked, "Where to sir?" I gotta tell ya it was pretty outta sight riding around in a chauffer driven limousine. I didn't know where I wanted James to take me cuz home wasn't really an option. I finally decided to have him drop me downtown in front of the lobby of the most expensive hotel in the city, or so I'd heard somewhere. The car didn't go unnoticed and neither did the fact that a boy got out after the doorman opened the door for me. I thanked James, he said it was his pleasure then drove off, the big old car as silent as the night. I wandered into the massive lobby and plopped down into an overstuffed chair away from people, wondering what to do. It was barely three and I had two hundred smackaroo's in my pocket. I considered getting a room just for the hell of it but decided against it. "Excuse me sir," a voice said next me. I turned to see a man in a hotel uniform squatting down more to my ear level, wondering how the hell he'd snuck up on me like that. "Are you with one of our quests?" I didn't know exactly what to say so said, "Perhaps." He gave me a strange look then said that if I was going to work the hotel I should dress better. I didn't have a clue what he was talking about but I sure got one when he reached out to take hold of my shirt. "I believe I'm expecting him," another voice said and the uniform stepped back. "I'm sorry Mr. Mastay, I didn't realize he was your guest," the uniform said in a voice reserved for servants then walked away. I turned as a slender older man with a cane came into my view. I say older but not as old as Nigel seemed to be. "Come along then," he said as though he really was expecting me. I wasn't sure where we were going but figured that if it was in the hotel I'd be pretty safe. Besides, the man was walking with a pronounced limp. I figured I could kick him in the leg and run if I actually had to. I followed him to the elevators and we went straight to the only one that had another guy in a hotel uniform standing beside it. He punched a button as we approached, greeted my savior by name using the same tone of voice that the other uniform had used but didn't give me a second glance as we stepped into the most fancy elevator I'd ever been in. The man stood facing the door, not speaking, his hands resting on the knob of the cane whose tip was planted in the carpet between his glossy black shoes. When the door opened another uniform greeted us, again, with the same respect as the other two men. There were only a few doors that I could see but we walked past them and turned down another hallway that, while long, didn't seem to have many doorways either and didn't look like a regular hotel hallway anyhow. It was much wider, had really nice carpet and large pots of plants and actual trees. We finally stopped at a door, the man fished out a key, and let us in. Wow! The place was huge, at least by what I was used to. There were doors on both sides of a white marble tiled hallway at the end of which was a wall of solid glass. I followed my host and stepped down into the living room and looked out on the city, mountains, and water. I'd never been up this high in my life and it was exhilarating. He told me to wait then puttered around for a moment then asked me to follow him, which I did. We ended up in a bedroom that was half the size of my dingy apartment and the man told me to take a shower then meet him back in the living room and as he turned to go he added, "Wear only the towel for now." "Okay", I thought to myself and did what the man asked making sure that I thoroughly cleaned every nook and cranny that I owned. Finished, I fought to get the tangles out of my hair then combed it back away from my face as I didn't have anything to tie it off with. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back out into the living room, trying not to trip on the towel, and stood before the man, who'd sunk into a large chair. He looked me over, nodding his head then told me to take off the towel, which I did. He nodded his head in approval, asked me to turn around then said, "You're a very adorable young boy, do you know that?" He didn't wait for an answer but went on. "Of course you do. Do you make liquid," he asked and noticing the look on my face said, "Cum, do you cum yet?" I nodded my head. "Perfect. What's your name?" I told him and he asked me to step closer, which I did. He reached out and cupped my balls, which were kinda shrunk up cuz of it being cool, but the heat of his hand felt good and my cock started to get hard right off. He took hold of it with his other hand and gently stroked it, giving me a full on boner in less than a minute. "Would you be willing to spend some time with me Tracy?" the implication quite clear. I told him that depended on what he had in mind and he chuckled, the first time I'd seen any emotion from him. "Well it wouldn't entail intercourse; that I can promise you, but perhaps something a little more oral." I got it and nodded my head. With that he leaned in put his mouth over my cock and sucked me, one hand cupping and tugging on my balls while the other one stroked my cock. Because I'd already spermed three or four times that day it took awhile before I finally squirted and the feelings of that cumming were just as great as the first one of the day. I was sure that there wasn't a lot of stuff though. The man continued to suckle me until my cock head became so sensitive that I couldn't stand it anymore and gently pulled back from the man. "Well Tracy," he said, letting go of my stuff, "that was quite nice. I'm having a little get together next Friday evening. I'd like you to serve the champagne. You wouldn't be dressed much more than you are now but there will only be men here, no females and you aren't here to have sex, I already have people for that, all you have to do is look pretty which you seem to do very well indeed. Are you interested?" I nodded my head he said that he'd make arrangements with Dino. "Um, I'm sorry sir but who is Dino?" He gave me a strange look then asked, "Didn't Dino send you?" I shook my head. "I saw you get out of Nigel's Rolls, how is it that you know him?" the man asked. "He's a friend." The man nodded his head and said, "I see. Well, in any case Tracy please be freshly showered, wear your hair down; it will look fine that way. Wear clean clothes, not that it will matter because I'll have an outfit for you to wear. Plan on being here until midnight at least, would that be a problem?" I shook my head. "Splendid, any questions then?" I hesitated and the man caught it. He reached inside of the jacket he was wearing and pulled out what looked like a checkbook but it was like a long wallet. He pulled out a bill and handed it too me. "Consider this a deposit for your presence here on Friday Tracy," he said as I took the fifty. "Go ahead and get dressed then come back out here." My brain was a blaze of questions but I wasn't in a hurry to get answers. I'd just gotten fifty bucks for a blow job, which seemed to be the going rate, with a promise of more money on Friday. The man knew Nigel, whom I trusted, so I felt I could trust this guy, what ever his name was. Back out in the living room the man asked where I lived and what was my phone number, also asking if there was a time that he shouldn't call. He wrote it down then said that he would be calling a cab for me on Friday as it was important that I be there on time. I explained that I didn't want any cab picking me up where I lived as it would cause people to ask questions. The man nodded and complimented me on being smart as well as beautiful then asked where I wanted to be picked up and I gave him the name of a place a few blocks from my apartment and we settled on seven that evening. "All right then. Can you find your way out Tracy?" I nodded my head and he smiled. "Fine then, I'll see you on Friday." He turned and went about other business as though I wasn't there so I did the same, turned and headed for the door. Nothing of interest happened until Monday when my phone rang about ten in the morning. I hadn't gotten dressed yet but had eaten breakfast and was reading still in my underwear. Needless to say I was surprised to hear Nigel's voice on the other end. "Vincent gave me your phone number Tracy, I hope that is alright with you." Nigel said. When I found out who Vincent was I assured Nigel that it was fine and in fact I was rather glad that he had. Nigel seemed pleased to hear that. He wondered if I might be free for lunch and could he send James to pick me up. I was, he could, and told him I'd be in the far corner of the parking lot in front of the Penny's store at North Town mall. No way did I want that big old fucking limo anywhere near my house, at least not in broad daylight. He chuckled and said that he was looking forward to seeing me again. Truth be told I was looking forward to seeing Nigel. I suspected that if I'd wanted to I could mine the old guy but I didn't. I rather liked him. Besides I figured that he could play a big part in making my future successful. How right that turned out to be. James picked me up at eleven thirty. I went for the back door on my own but James had his door open and stopped me. "When you have a driver never get the door for yourself, always wait for the driver to open it for you." He said it with a smile and I nodded me head, waited for James to get the door for me. The window between us was down and once we were in traffic James said it was good to see me again and asked how I'd been, using the word "sir" in his sentence. I just couldn't picture myself as a "sir". We chatted a bit and I asked him who Dino was. He looked at me in the mirror and I thought perhaps a scowl passed over his face but wasn't sure. He asked why I asked, I explained, and he told me that the man was someone that his master Mr. LaCourte-Nigel- and Mr. Mastay-the man at the hotel, did business with from time to time. I just nodded my head, the question still not really answered, and let it go. Nigel's houseman led me through the huge old home out to the back patio where Nigel was sitting and going through a pile of papers that seemed pretty official. He said he was very glad to see me, the smile on his face backing up the statement, and I said ditto which caused him to laugh. I commented on the view, a panorama of water dotted with boats and ships as well as an island or two and another part of the city. Nigel said it was very relaxing for him to sit out there and just look. We chatted briefly then Nigel asked if we might spend some private time together. I smiled and nodded my head. I followed him back into the house and up a sweeping staircase to the second floor, down a hallway and into a huge bedroom. Nigel asked me to sit on the edge of the bed, which I did, then he stood in front of me and pulled my t-shirt up over my head. He rubbed on my chest, spent some time gently pinching my little nipples and making them get hard. That was a little bit of surprise to me. He then gently pushed me backwards so that I was lying on my back with my feet resting on the side rail and went about rubbing at the front of my jeans. I had gotten hard before I even made it to the bedroom, knowing what was likely to happen. Nigel rubbing on my cock only made it seem harder. He undid my belt, unsnapped and unbuttoned my jeans then rubbed on my cock again, squeezing it through my underwear. I was getting pretty sexed up over it, the feelings of being played with almost overwhelming. Nigel finally put his fingers in the waistband and tugged while I automatically lifted my little butt off the bed to help him. He took his time taking my pants all the way off then just looked at my naked body. "You are a most beautiful specimen of a boy Tracy," he whispered to me. Nigel got to his knees on the floor between my legs then leaned forward and kissed my balls then started licking them. He held the bag up and licked down underneath the smooth soft skin, pulled them to one side and licked in the crease of leg and pelvic bone and making me squirm from the feelings. Nigel pulled my cock upright and licked it up and down like a lollipop, swirling his tongue all around the underside of the head. I heard myself moan slightly as he pulled my dick down even further and put his mouth over it and sucked on me. He finally let go and worked his way back down, over my balls, licking me and nuzzling my flesh with his lips. He finally asked me to pull my legs back, which I did, then he put his hands behind my knees and pushed, as far back as he could get them. I could feel the air on my butt hole then Nigel's breath on me and then the warmth of his tongue as it moved across my wrinkled little hole. I was shocked at first then glad that I'd washed very carefully down there then I became aware of the feelings. As Nigel's tongue worked all over my secret little spot, I thought I'd faint. Never could I have imagined that my butt hole could feel so fucking good. I'd not yet reached the stage where most teenage boys explore that part of their body. I was still fascinated by jacking off and cumming. Nigel introduced it and enlightened me to the incredible feelings of being rimmed, a practice I would engage in throughout my life. I wallowed in the feelings. I reached down and pulled my legs back then felt Nigel push my butt cheeks farther open. "Oh yes," I moaned and Nigel seemed to work harder, pushing his tongue against the muscle as if to force it way inside my body. "Oh fuck Nigel I have to cum soon, make me cum Nigel, please." Amazingly enough I'd hadn't jacked off that morning and if memory served me correctly I hadn't done it on Sunday either. I was sure my balls were literally crawling on the inside with sperms that were panting to get loose. Nigel stopped and stood up, asking me to move onto the bed and turn head to foot. As soon as I did he sat down and began gently rubbing my, running his hand over my chest and nipples, then down onto my flat belly and taking hold of my raging boner again and slowly stroking me. "I think I could look at your body and play with it all day Tracy," he said in a soft voice. "I think I could let you Nigel," I told him. "Well then young man I am certainly glad that we are in agreement with that," he said with a smile. Nigel turned a round a little, leaned down and took my cock into his mouth again and from that position he could take it all the way down until his nose poked my skin. I rose my hips slightly, pushing my cock up into his mouth as he sucked me and since I was already in a fog of hotness I squirted pretty quickly. "Ohhhh fuck," I moaned as I came suddenly, pushing my hips way up off the bed. Nigel stayed with me, stroking my cock as I squirted out into his mouth, his tongue licking my cock head on the outstroke and his throat muscles squeezing when it was all the way inside of his mouth. I finally relaxed back onto the bed, panting like a race horse. Nigel took my cock from his mouth but continued to gently stroke my cock and feel on my balls. "I think you produced quite a bit more liquid my boy," Nigel said after a few moments of allowing me to recuperate. I told him I hadn't beat off for a couple of days and he nodded his head in understanding. "Are you hungry for lunch Tracy?" I nodded my head in response. Nigel got up and went to a phone on the nightstand on the other side of the bed and told whoever was on the other end to bring up lunch. I voiced my concern about being naked and Nigel said that his valet was accustomed to seeing naked boys in his room but that if I was uncomfortable with that I could go into the bathroom. I nodded my head and slid off the bed and followed Nigel into a big open room that had clothes on hangers, and dresser drawers built into the wall. Nigel didn't have to tell where to go from there as I could see the tiled floor of the bathroom through an open door. As Nigel turned to leave I took his hand and stopped him then moved in close and hugged the old man. He put his arms around me right off and held me to him. I took in the fragrance of his cologne, a somewhat heavy scent although not at all overpowering as he seemed to use it sparingly. Nigel rested his chin on the top of my head as he held me. "Oh how I wish I were a younger man Tracy," he said. A knock at the door prompted Nigel to back away from me and as I watched him head toward the door I saw him put his hand up to where his eyes were and wondered briefly if he was crying or something. I went into the bathroom, again, a large open space that had a toilet and what looked like a weird sort of toilet looking thing. Of course it was a bidet but I didn't know that then. I sort of nosed around without opening things; saw that he had another large separate room that was the shower. He also had towel racks on the wall that were plugged into a wall socket. Strange. "You can come back out Tracy," Nigel said as he entered the bathroom. I went to him and took hold of his hand and he led me out onto a balcony that had the same view as the living room except that there were no shrubs or trees to block the view. And the view was pretty darn incredible. I enjoy it still today. Nigel directed me to a small round table and a quick glance told me that I could be out on the balcony fully naked and no one could see me so I plopped down in the vacant chair close to where Nigel would sit. The table was already set with some pretty fancy dishes that had a gold ring around the rim. The glasses were also fancy, with stems, and had a ring of gold around the middle of the glass. And then there was the silverware, a lot of silverware and it wasn't tarnished and beat up like ones at my house. "What the heck are all these forks and stuff for Nigel? Heck, I only need one." He explained that people of wealth or high standing used plenty of utensils. That way the flavors of food didn't carry over into other foods. He then told me what each was used for. Lunch, according to Nigel, were lamb chops with a mint sauce, some garlicky mashed potatoes and a green salad, the latter being the only thing of the three that I'd ever eaten before. The rest of it was pretty tasty. We talked as we ate, Nigel doing most of the asking and me answering. I told him about my meeting with Vincent and asked if he was going to be there Saturday night and he shook his head. "I don't generally attend those sorts of gatherings. I prefer smaller more intimate settings which reminds me. I asked you last week about your willingness to be with another boy." I nodded my head and he went on. "A dear friend of mine will be here sometime next week and I've told him a little bit about you Tracy. He will have a boy with him and would like very much for you to spend some time with the boy, with both my friend and I observing. How do you feel about that?" "I would be okay with that Nigel, I mean, I trust you. I tended to pretend that I had to think about something before I gave an answer but I didn't with Nigel. I was fine with being with another boy although I wasn't sure exactly what they had in mind but as I told him, I trusted Nigel so I wasn't worried. "My friend would be very grateful if you would spend some time with the boy." I nodded my head and Nigel said that he was glad and reached over to pat my naked thigh. Nigel went on to say that if Vincent only wanted me to serve champagne then that's all that I would do although some of the men that would be there would undoubtedly want to spend time with me. Nigel told me that I could do that if I wanted to but that some of Vincent's guests tended to play a little rough so if possible I should wait until I had a chance to talk it over with Nigel who would let me know who was safe and who wasn't. Then I asked him who Dino was and Nigel paused, looking at me as if deciding before answering. "Dino is a man who sometimes provides boys for those who like the company of boys, although I don't care for the man so don't use him very often." Nigel smiled at me and said that if I were to spend time with him that he, Nigel, wouldn't need Dino's services. I asked what he meant by providing boys. "Well Tracy, there are plenty of boys on the city streets who were on the run or wanted to make money and there were plenty of men who wanted to spent time with such boys. There are others that do the same service but Dino is the main man in the city who supplies them." Nigel went on to say that I would be better served by avoiding the man and when I asked why he said that he tended to get rough with his boys, often supplied them with alcohol or drugs and that he, Nigel, just didn't like the man very well. We finished lunch and moved to one of those porch swings with padding and a covering for shade. Nigel sat next to me, his hand on my thigh, rubbing slightly up and down, and sometimes tickling his fingers along the sensitive inner part. We didn't talk, just gently rocked and it wasn't long before my dick was standing straight up in the air again. Nigel turned sideway on the seat and continued rubbing but moved up further and cupped my balls and gently tugged and squeezed on them. I simply leaned back, spread my legs and closed my eyes. I loved how his hand felt as he worked on me, eventually moving upward and taking hold of my rigid cock and stroking me. It was great being out there with Nigel, the warm sun and a slight breeze caressing my body along with Nigel's hand doing the same thing then the warmth of his mouth as he engulphed my rock hard cock in his mouth. I hadn't had any other blow jobs to speak of so I figured that Nigel was about the best cocksucker in the world. Nigel finally stopped and I opened my eyes and watched him stand up then he took my hand, encouraging me to follow him.