Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2023 20:45:18 +0000 From: whipped Subject: Remote Work in West Virginia (Adult Youth) The following story is about the relationship between an 18 year old rural West Virginian and his much older sugar daddy. There is no rape and there is no prostitution. However, there is definitely an age and power and financial gap between the two. It is a slow build and about a gradual seduction into gay sex. Do not read this story if you are under 18. All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is a complete work of fiction not inspired by real people or events. Never exploit others and always use protection in real life. If you like twinks, always card your lovers. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Remote Work in Wet Virginia Part 1 The day I got the news my job went remote, I was beyond stoked. I had been barely keeping it alive in Washington at 90k, but I knew elsewhere in the US I would be doing great. They were giving me a portable satellite internet receiver I could use anywhere and this was my chance to explore the entire US. I went online immediately and started looking at one month rentals across the country. My plan was to go to places that were poor as fuck mostly, so I could live like a king for a while. The first place I hit was near Detroit. I didn't last a day there. There were blackouts and my car got broken into. I decided to take a new approach. I'd move to small towns. The town of Forsooth in West Virginia became my first real stay. I was able to rent an entire house with a pool and with bills paid for 1400 a month in the middle of the town. According to the research I did, the average household made 24k a year. It was perfect. Now, because this story might make it seem otherwise, I want to come clear right now that I'm not a fag. I was 53 when this story starts and I hadn't so much as got a handjob from a queer. I had four grown kids and I had fucked more pussy in college than most men did in a lifetime. But I was also bored of pussy and have a thing for BDSM. And then I met Derrick. I had been in town less than a day. My first stop for dinner was Miss Amelias. It was a diner next to my place. Derrick was my waiter. He was like the picture I imagine an old encyclopedia would have for American high school boy. No sign of facial hair at all. Thin build, but with toned arms showing he was clearly tight bodied under the ridiculous gingham uniform they made him wear. Dark brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, thick dark eyelashes, full lips. He was probably 5'9 and around 140. He was such a contrast to my build. I was 6'2, 245 pounds, balding with grey hair. I decided immediately he was the one. I was the only customer so I talked him into sitting down and chatted him up as I ate my steak and gravy. He was a senior, worked afterschool at the diner, and made less than 3 bucks an hour waiting tables. He said it was done under the table so he didn't even get minimum wage. He had played football until the team ran out of money last year. The stadium had to be shut down after a storm and they fired the local coach. He said he still did some of his old football work outs. He also talked about his girlfriend. She was pushing him to quit school, be a miner, and get married. I also told him about my life. The house on the beach I was renting out while traveling. My favorite foods. My trips to theme parks. My trip to Europe when I was his age. Then I offered him a job. I had an entire SUV full of stuff that needed to be unloaded and setup. His eyes widened when I asked if a hundred dollars sounded okay for the job. It was warm and I watched him casually take off his shirt as he started getting sweaty from unloading the boxes. I was so tempted to make a move right then. But I didn't. I only briefed touched his hand as we maneuvered my 98 inch tv inside. It struck me how different it was to a girls hand. Rougher. When everything was done, he was almost begging to load up a game on one of my game systems. I made it clear we were done for the night. But I offered to buy him lunch the next day as a thanks for his help. Derrick I went home that first night feeling lucky and like anything was possible. I usually took home 30 bucks a week and in less than two hours I'd made a hundred bucks. Mr. Jackson sort of blew my mind open too. He had a house on the beach and went to Europe and traveled and made money and had every game system and a tv that was seven foot long and almost as tall as me. It made me want to get out of this town real bad. But I was not ready for what happened the next day. Thomas Jackson The kid arrived at 10 am. He was clearly in his work clothes. A polo that had seen better days, battered tennis shoes, and cheap looking dress pants. I could tell he worked hard ironing the pants and shirt, but they'd seen better days. The kid was definitely trying. I decided not to put things off. I gestured for him to come sit down. Then I just said it all. I told him: I've always been into pussy, son. I have grown ass kids. But I'm ready for a change. I'm not offering you money for sex. I wouldn't do that. But I am asking if you will let me turn this into a date. I'll treat you same as I would a girl I'm interested in. I'll buy you a nice dinner, maybe some nice things I'd like to see you wear, take you out, whatever. If it works, maybe you even come home with me. But it isn't prostitution and I don't touch you unless you say its okay. He replied instantly, "I'm not a faggot and I don't want to be a girl." I laughed and said, "I ain't buying you a dress. Maybe get you a nice haircut and jeans so you can look good for me is all." He nodded and just said, "Don't try and kiss me, okay. We can go out, but don't tell my work or anybody." And that was that. Derrick I'd say it was like Christmas, but it'd be Christmas in movies and not my real life. I normally got a shirt or sweater or something. Mr. Jackson went all out. We drove to Charleston and went to the mall. He had me get a haircut first at this real nice salon. It had glass windows and the lady asked if she could highlight my hair. He nodded and I wound up sitting for an hour with foil in my hair. I barely recognized myself after that. My hair looked expensive somehow, but also not all fake or queer. The brown was just less ratlike or something. They gave me special shampoo and conditioner to use that smelled sort of like peppermint. The facial was a little strange. The lady swore it wouldn't hurt, but she got some metal tool and squeezed all these invisible zits out of my skin or something, then put this tingling mask on and massaged my face. They even had somebody do my fingernails and toenails. It made my feet feel super soft, which was actually weird. Then we shopped. I thought shopping was a girl thing, but I guess Mr. Jackson did it like a man. He bought everything. It wasn't like designer, but I mean it was different than what I had. I had five pairs of white briefs at home. He bought me boxers, boxer briefs, different colored briefs, even had me try on two jockstraps and bought them. And the clothes were across the board. He bought me dress shirts, polo shirts in different colors, jerseys, baseball pants, t-shirts, everything. And even a pair of dress shoes, dress socks, and some new tennis shoes. Before we left the mall, he bought department store body wash and cologne for me. It cost over four hundred dollars. He didn't look at prices or anything. The only thing that wasn't for me were some dog collars and other stuff he bought at a pet store. Afterwards, we went to eat. Thomas I could see the boy opening up to the idea of all this. There was a good chance this would be one of the best investments I'd made. The kid already looked more middle class and less mountain trash. The hair color was subtle. The spa had his feet and face both looking more clean and clear and soft, although his face was a little red. And his body was worth it. I hadn't seen any guys his age naked in a long time. He had the tiniest treasure trail and a little bit of arm and leg hair, but I'd been afraid he might be some hairy beast under his work uniform. His body was mostly smooth and his body was incredibly tight. His dick looked promising through the underwear. This was going to be fun. Derrick We went to WV Hibachi. I had heard of sushi, but never had it before. They gave us chopsticks to eat and some stuff to dip it in. It was chewy and a little weird. But then they did this whole show and I wound up with this amazing steak cut in little pieces. The guy who made it literally juggled knives and lit up onions like a volcano. Afterwards, I could barely move I was so full. Thomas When we got home, I was at war with myself. Part of me wanted to just go full throttle, but I crushed that side of me. I had him take a shower and model all the clothes, even the underwear. Then I asked him if he wanted to play games. He wasn't bad for a kid who never had a game system. I kicked his ass, but he was getting better every round. By the time it was all done, it was time for dinner. I took another risk then. We went out to the car and I threw him my keys. He couldn't stop grinning and asking if I was sure. I wasn't too worried, but made him hit the lane assist immediately. It was so easy to make him happy. Derrick I'm not totally sure why I said yes when he asked if he could give me a massage. I'm even less sure how I wound up in nothing but the jockstrap on his bed. But it felt good. My girlfriend had given me a massage, but her hands were soft and she wasn't very strong. His were rough and pushing deep. And he was using some oil that warmed as he touched me, just releasing all tension. I was scared for a minute when his hands got near my ass, but he just massaged my butt for a second before moving down to my thighs. And then he told me to flip over. I hesitated for a second because I had a semi. But I mean, he is a guy so I figured he wouldn't make much of it. He started with my feet this time and it felt super good. I didn't even know my feet could feel good. But then he worked his way to my thighs and skipped my groin completely. He massaged my arms and chest until I felt like my whole body was glistening. And then he said, "If you want a handjob, take off the underwear. " And he waited. Thomas I don't get hard as easily as I did when I was his age, but I was getting there even without a warm mouth wrapped around my cock. I could imagine his tight little buttcheeks parting to take my dick or his throat distorting around my cock. But all things in time. He didn't say anything about the handjob, but just closed his eyes and pulled the jockstrap off. I didn't waste a second. His balls were tight to his body and his cock was uncut. It was semi hard and about five inches. I started by rubbing his balls with the oil. He gave a cute little moan instantly. I kept rubbing his balls with one hand, massaging the oil deep into them. With the other hand, I began slowly jacking him off. It was everything I could have wanted. His cock got harder and harder in my hand. His stomach started sucking in deep and releasing. His breathing got heavier and heavier and heavier. He started whimpering like a puppy. Then it happened. His body jerked and the cum just shot out. Thick gooey white cum all over his stomach, nestled in his pubes, everywhere. Wad after wad exploding out of his dick. I looked at him, his eyes dazed, and said, "Can I taste it?" His voice was husky as he said, "Yeah." I started by sucking it off his pubes and balls and his cockhead. Then I licked it off his flat stomach. He shuddered when I sucked it off his tiny nipples. The taste was unexpected. It was slimy and bitter and I got why so many of my girlfriends hated to swallow. But it was hot for a change. I looked at his young naked body spread out on my bed, still glistening with oil, but now drained of a load. Then I told him, "I'll see you tomorrow." Derrick My head was a mess. Not about the gay thing. I knew I liked pussy, but the whole day messed me up. The handjob felt good and it was one of the best days of my life. And I knew I'd be back the next day and he probably wouldn't be satisfied just massaging me or jerking me off.