Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2018 10:40:10 +0000
From: Qwik Lub <Qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Lover Registrar

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For thousands of years, men have longed for the days when they could openly
enjoy sex with beauties of all ages and genders, as in the days of the
ancient Greeks and Romans. Of course after the scandals of the early 21st
century with pedophile priests, teachers, and virtually every other
profession culminating in the #metoo movement, everyone was afraid to be
accused of even thinking about sex with another person. Fortunately most of
history are swings of the pendulum. So it was in the case of sex, and now
the libertarian days of human sexuality had finally swung back. This being
the later half of the 21st century, technology put a spin on that libertine
freedom. Participants had to be registered with the government, for a fee
of course. Once registered it counted as consent to any activity. It was up
to the participants to decide what would go down, how, and when. It kept
everyone healthy, honest, and safe. It made some people quite comfortably
financially.

I had just turned 16, so under the Full Employment Act signed by President
David Hogg back in 2047, I was assigned a starting position in the Federal
Bureau of Sexual Registration. All this and more was part of the new
Department of Health and Humanity. That was the perfect place for me. As a
minor I had been a Registered Boy Companion since I hit puberty. A 12-15
year old can make a ton of money for college being a companion to older
adults. Then again, Free College For All was another bill the government
passed under that President. So all the money I made letting men spend time
with me paid for gaming platforms, the latest fashions and excessories, and
all sorts of toys and diversions that any pubescent boy would want. By 15 I
could easily afford my own apartment, but I chose to continue living at
home with family.

That's kinda what led me to the Bureau. However, let me explain my job, and
the FBSR overall before I get into that (and yes we will get into the sex
too, you horny pervs!)  The Bureau of Sexual Registration, or the BSR as we
call it, was set up to make sure everyone had a safe environment to express
whatever sexuality they desired with almost any age. It was there for those
who wanted to be available just to have sex, those who wanted to be sex
workers, those who wanted to explore sexual experiences without judgement,
and those who wanted to have sex with any or all of the above. To make that
possible, people had to pass certain psychological, medical, and physical
tests. If you passed all the tests you were registered and issued a card
declaring your status. When it's time to hookup, all people have to do is
literally put their cards on the table to declare their consent and it's
on. Plus, if after all that someone dared to violate the Rules, the BSR
would ban them from the Registry and they could never have sex again. Talk
about incentives for behaving!

On getting my new job I immediately imagined I would become an interviewer
for boylover registrants, maybe even meet with the newly Registered
Comapnion boys like I had been. I imagined being out in the field, going to
sex parties and conventions to double check that everyone was properly
registered and would behave - or at least be as HAVE as they can. LOL!
However, that was not to be the case. As with any governmental entity the
BSR did a lot of record keeping. Unfortunately that was my job. Collect
accounts of encounters between BSR licensed individuals and others. The
reports were required at least once every three years to maintain BSR
certification, but I was surprised to realize the incredible volume and
frequency of reports people submitted about their sexual encounters. It was
my job to catalog and cross-reference stories. That meant sometimes I was
reading multiple submissions about the same event as reported by different
participants. I soon realized that what I thought was going to be a boring
job actually was very entertaining.

I must admit some of it was really hot reading, like one newly registered
companion boy whose coach was already registered.  The 12 year old wrote
how the coach started asking the boy to stay back after practice, changing
together in the locker room after cleaning up the practice area, and how
they established a regular habit of fucking in the shower.  The janitor
soon registered and joined their activites. I could hear the boy's pride as
he wrote about these men worshipping his body, while letting him worship
theirs. The details were fucking hot, and I took a cloth wipe from the
dispenser on my desk to catch my leaking jizz before it dripped onto my
chair or the rug. Since becoming employed at the BSR I quickly learned to
wear loose shorts with no underwear, or else to remove my pants and boxers
when I sat down to work in my cubicle. The stories were often so erotic I
got hard, and I had multiple orgasms almost every day at work. It was
easier to be half naked and use some tissues. They were listed under my
office supplies.

My boss stopped by my cubicle. "How are you Daniel?"  Did I tell you my
name was Daniel, or Danny as most people called me? Only Mr. Barr and my
parents called me Daniel. Mr. Barr was a large, round, black man. He was
actually my first client when I registered as a Companion. What I didn't
know four years ago was that he was a national leader in consentual sexual
freedom and a leading proponent of the BSR. That was because he was the
Deputy Assistant Under Secretary of Health and Humanity. What I did know
was that Mr. B. made me incredibly comfortable my first time, and every
time. So when it was time for me to get a job he was my sponser to work in
the BSR. This is a lot of exposition I know, but I guess I ought to back up
a bit and tell you how I got started.

I came to the registry quite naturally. My brother Rob, who was three years
older, was already a Registered Companion. He never lacked for money. It's
not that my parents were rich or poor. They had an average, middle class
income. But my brother, who is a straight, sandy blond haired, and athletic
kid, knew he could attract adults, male and female. The men paid him more
so he ran with it. I saw everything he was able to afford, and heard about
all the trips around the world he took with his clients. I knew I wanted to
do this as soon as I could. Because he is older I got to watch him work for
awhile and picked up some tips about how to turn men on. One time I
literally watched him work. He had a client that paid big money to be
watched while he sexed my brother. Legally I couldn't participate since I
was not yet registered, but I got paid $300 to sit in a chair in the hotel
room while the guy played with my brother. First Rob put on some music and
danced like he was at a club, stripping and flashing his body seductively
along the way. The man was sitting and watching, rubbing his crotch as he
watched my brother gyrate and reveal his 14 year old body, thrusting his
hugely tented basket all around and wiggling his firm, muscular little butt
in the tighty whities. When Rob was down to his tee shirt and bikini briefs
the man stood. He moved up to Rob. I watched as he felt my brother up
through his undies, stripped him naked, and played with his cock, balls,
and ass. He whispered something in Rob's ear and I saw a look of mixed
pleasure and power come over my brother's face. The guy undressed himself
and laid on the bed with his head hanging over the end while my brother
straddled his head and fucked the guy's face with total abandon. It was
damn hot watching Rob's muscular ass flex, hearing the man moaning and
gagging as he got throat-fucked, and seeing the guy jerk off at the same
time. I was hard as a rock at the whole thing. Although Rob was
hetero-flexible, I was pretty sure I was a mostly gay boy with a strong
daddy fetish.  I didn't cum, but I was clearly hooked. Right then I knew I
wanted to do this, even though I was only 11 at the time and a bit of a
late bloomer, not starting to get hair on my dick until after I turned
twelve.

As soon as my birthday arrived I became a Registered Companion myself. For
my birthday present Rob gave me a couple of sets of sexy thongs and jock
straps to wear. Each had a different combination of bright colors and the
name of a day of the week on them. Some were solid at the basket, although
very skimpy. Others were mesh and easily see-through. "Guys are turned on
with their eyes.", Rob told me. "The closer you get to being naked, without
actually stripping completely naked, the more turned on they get.  Learn to
work it and you will make big money. Just remember to save it and pay your
taxes first.  I'll help you with that too."  Who could ask for a better big
brother?

But back to Mr. Barr. I registered as soon as I turned twelve, with my
brother's help of course. The system was set up where a Registered
Companion would put a profile online. It didn't matter what social media
platform as long as the BSR seal was displayed on the profile page with a
link to the Rules which were binding on both the Companion and the
Client. A user had to agree to the RUles before they could contact any
Registered Companion. If someone clicked on the profile they would be able
to see more pictures of the Companion, read the stats and possible
activities, and see ratings and testimonials from other
clients. Predictably my profile had 100's of hits within the first 24
hours.  My big brother said that was common with new companions, although I
had almost 800 which was somewhat higher than usual. I had no clue how to
sift through all the applicants who wanted to get at me. My brother
explained the things he looked for to help him decide which clients to talk
to before even agreeing to meet. Still he saw my deer-in-headlights
reaction and made it simple for me. "Look, I can see this is kinda
overwhelming for your first time, so let me pick the guy for you. Then you
look at his profile and decide if you want to go with him, ok?"  I simply
nodded yes. Rob clicked on Mr. Barr's profile, I looked at his pictures,
and read his stats: 6 ft. 4 in., 290 pounds, 9.5 inch dick (yes there was a
picture with a measuring tape to prove it), versatile, and, best of all,
everything he wanted to do sounded great - mutual sucking, massage, frotage
(I didn't even know the word), watersports, flip fucking (not required, but
an available option), bathing/showering, kissing, and travel
companionship. He was willing to host at his home, a hotel of my choice or
another mutually agreeable meeting place.  Wow!  OK. I could do this. He
was a fucking stud daddy perfect for this newbie boy. Although he was like
three times my age and size, both my brain and my boner told me this was
the guy I needed for my first time.  Thanks Rob!

We agreed to meet at an upscale hotel downtown. Rob rode the transit with
me, then told me he was going to hang out at the smoke shop off the
lobby. He thought maybe he could pick up a client who wanted to enjoy a boy
while enjoying his weed. We would both go home with money in our pockets.
I already had the room number and took the elevator up to the 41st floor
and found my way. I reached up to knock on the door when it opened before I
could touch it.  Mr. Barr was standing there wearing only a robe and
slippers, even more impressive in real life than he appeared
online. Instinctively my eyes dropped below his waist. "Hello. Please do
come in young man."  His voice was deep and resonant like an actor. It
seemed to fill my body as I got an immediate boner. Mr. Barr stepped to the
side holding the door as I walked into the room. I moved into the middle of
the room, which I realized was actually a suite. We were near the top of
the hotel and it dawned on me this guy had money like I had not imagined. I
could already feel the latest gaming platform in my hands and a new
skateboard under my feet.

Mr. Barr walked over to a sidebar and asked if I wanted anything to
drink. I declined. He poured something for himself and turned around. He
just looked at me. I just stood there not moving. I knew I was supposed to
do something. I had practiced while Rob coached me. I pulled out my phone,
connected it to the room audio and put on some dance music, planning to
start dancing and stripping. However, even as I moved, unbuttoning my shirt
and rubbing my shorts I felt really awkward. I didn't really know what I
was doing. I certainly couldn't be as smooth and artful as Rob. I was going
to ruin this whole thing and Mr. Barr would never have me again. Worse he
would give me a bad rating and nobody else would want me. He must have seen
my thoughts on my face, took pity on me, and rescued me.  He walked up to
me, taking my face in both hands and kissed me. "You are a beauty. So sweet
too." I felt the incredible warmth of his hands on my face, smelled his
fresh breath, closed my eyes while enjoying the softness of his lips on
mine, and melted into his arms. "I know this is your first time baby. I am
going to help you please me and yourself. Let me undress you. Mr. Barr
tenderly removed my clothes, giving little kisses to my neck, shoulders,
chest, belly, thighs, calves, and feet as he stripped me down to only my
Friday thong. It was black with red trimming. The pouch was suspended from
the ass string under my nuts to the waistband in front with two strings
running from the waistband to attach midway down the pouch on either
side. This way it covered my jewels, but exposed my pubes. The ass string
ran up my butt between my cheeks, leaving both totally exposed. Rob said it
was perfect that way. From the deep expression on Mr. Barr's face I knew
Rob was right.

He returned to the side board to refresh his drink, his robe showing an
enormous tent, then walked over to sit in a nearby lounge chair. His gaze
set my body on fire. I don't know exactly what it was, but something
clicked at that moment. I started to slowly rubbing my hands over my
exposed flesh, avoiding my crotch for now, but rubbing and writhing in
every which way possible. My hands slid over my flesh up and down and up
again, through my hair, back down my arms, across my taut four pack abs,
sliding along my hips and down my thighs. I slowly shifted my body from
side to side as I felt myself all over, turning around to grope all over my
ass, pausing to let him see me squeezing and flexing my butt before
competing the 360 degree turn. I looked at Mr. Barr's crotch again and saw
the tent growing ever bigger. I watched his eyes, seeing them grow wide as
I pleased him with my movements. I traced my fingertips through my sparse
pubes and saw his robe fall aside in defeat as his enormous phallus rose
beyond the flimsy material. My mouth filled with saliva. "Come here and get
on your knees." His deep voiced command took hold of my body and I was
moving before my brain even registered the words. Mr. B opened his robe
fully as I sank to my knees. With one hand I hefted his huge full balls in
their silky, dark nutsac. With the other I pulled his huge, heated pole and
rubbed it all over my face. A strange thought occurred to me that I had
only seen clients worship Rob, but in this case I was worshiiping my
client. I was thrilled to do so. Once again his warm hands gently lifted my
face. This time as we kissed I felt his large tongue enter and tangle
around in my mouth. Heaven! Mr. B. guided me back down and I took the first
third of his enormous dick in my young mouth. That was as much as I could
manage even in the midst of my lust and enthusiasm. After all this was the
first dick I had ever had in my mouth, or in any way for that matter. His
large hand on the back of my head gave me support, but I needed no
additional encouragement. I loved this. His huge prick stretching my lips
and filling my young mouth was everything I had ever lived for. I closed my
eyes in bliss as I felt him gliding his hands all over my back and ass. I
don't know how long I sucked, but just as my jaw was starting to tire I
heard that sonorous voice again. "Here I cum baby.  Pull back so only the
head is in your mouth. I don't want you to choke." Once again his voice
compelled me to action. If he had told me to recite the alphabet I would
have done so immediately. This was way more fun. Within seconds his jizz
was on its way into my throat. Jeez he came a huge amount! No doubt he was
right that if I hadn't pulled back I would have drowned. As it was the
giant cumload filled my mouth and spilled out the sides even though I
swallowed as fast as I could.  "Good boy." Mr. B's face lit up into a huge
smile. He leaned forward to gently lick the spilled cum from the sides of
my mouth, before diving in to french kiss me again. Our tongues swapped his
thick sperms.

Breaking our sexy kiss he pulled me to my feet between his legs, while
still seated in the lounge chair. His large hands felt their way warmly all
over my body and around my ass. Slowly and sensuously he pulled my thong
off. I stepped out as it reached my feet. He wrapped the material tightly
around my hard nail and started fisting it, jacking on my rod as he pinched
my nipples, caressed my chest and balls, and occassionally snatched little
kisses on my exposed, heated flesh. My eyes closed as he brought my body
alive to another level. All too soon I found my excitement building
rapidly.  "Ooohh! Wait! Wait! Please! I'm gonna....". He didn't let me
finish my words before I blew a ginormous load into my thong while he
tightly gripped and milked my rock hard boner. I could feel my face turn
hot as I blushed at my cum. It couldn't have been even five minutes that he
was playing and I already busted. What would I do for the rest of our time?

Mr. B seemed to hear my thoughts outloud. "Don't worry about having cum so
quickly. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I'm going to keep these to remember this
moment. We have plenty more to do." He walked over to his suitcase, took
out one of those plastic food storage bags and sealed my cum loaded thong
inside before returning it to his luggage.  Walking back to where I
remained standing, he once again took my junk in both hands. They were so
warm. He resumed kissing me on my lips, cheeks, neck, and throat, working
his way down to softly bite and chew on my swollen nipples. Gawd this was
incredible! Mr B. knew exactly what he was doing as my prick returned to
full mast. I was putty in his hands as his mouth feasted on my body, his
hand reaching around to rub and squeeze my ass. I barely noticed at first
as he brushed a fingertip repeatedly over my asshole. It tickled and
tingled as the sensations grew. I think I got even harder, if that was
possible. I know I groaned and Mr. B. chuckled warmly. "What a hot boy you
are. I knew it the minute I saw the picture your brother sent me."  My
brain was foggy with desire and it took me a couple of minutes to
understand what I had just heard.

"What? Wait... uh, what are you saying? My brother?" My picture?" The clues
started to tumble into my conciousness as he answered.

"I was your brother's first client when he became registered. We have had
many hookups since that time. Originally I had Rob two or three times a
week, and now after three years we still play at least once every month or
two. He told me about your excitement watching him work, and he even took
pictures of you swimming and showering to send me so I could watch you
develop. He was sure we would be a good pairing. I have to let him know how
right he was." I was stunned, although I couldn't say for sure whether it
was the revelation that Rob planned this whole thing, or the erotic joy of
the experience coming true. It didn't matter. I knew I was in the right
place with the right man, and I was going to enjoy this for everything I
could get out of it. We continued our play, moving to the bedroom to writhe
together; his gargantuan tool sliding between my silky smooth thighs;
showering together with more sudsy body contact; and kissing all the
time. We blew another six or seven loads with me drinking as much of his
cum as I could reach until he stopped me. "We contracted for a set amount
of time and money. One of the things you need to learn as a Registered
Companion is that you stick to agreements. That way you both get what you
expected, ok?"

"Yessir. Whatever you say." I am sure the grin on my face would have been
agreement even without words.

When I returned to the hotel lobby Rob was waiting for me with a very
satisfied and devilish expression on his face. I ran right at him.  "You
set me up! Why didn't you tell me?", I yelled playfully punching his arm in
the process.

"Of course I did, I'm your big brother and I made sure you got the best
client on the face of the planet.  What did you think I would do for your
first time? Welcome to the Registry of Companions. and happy birthday
again, you dick." I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I threw my arms around
Rob and gave him a big kiss.  I wasn't aware at first, but I saw his eyes
flash at me with pride and love, then quickly scan around us. "Careful
Danny. There are more than a few people that would love to watch brothers
fooling around.  Let's save that for the big tippers. Speaking of big
tippers, check your account." I checked my phone. Mr. B had already paid my
fee before I arrived, but he gave me a 200% tip even before I had left the
suite.

"Holy SShiiit!", I whooped and screamed out loud while jumping around like
I was being electrocuted.

Rob just looked at me and laughed, "He sent me a tip too just for making
this happen.  Kid. You are just getting started."