Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2018 23:41:01 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Sugar Babies 10

 				SUGAR BABIEs
 				    By
                          Jesse Penfield Gibson


DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. In this chapter, I use two locations
that David owns -- the Smut Shoppe and Harry's bar.  They are modeled on
actual places in Orlando.


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				TEN

	I go to my Dad's for Thanksgiving. I don't know anybody in Tampa
and don't have anywhere to go or anything to do.  All of which sucks
because I don't really want to be there.  His newest wife doesn't want me
either.  She has two older kids, two girls, one in middle school and the
other elementary, and we have nothing in common, other than the older one
and I both like boys.  The two younger kids are little boys and I mostly
call the one by the others name.  And it's not like my Dad gives a shit.
He works and then comes home and is all buddy-buddy, like we've been close.
The only times we've even talked in the last 6 months have all been about
money, money for school and shit.  So the whole thing was strained and I
was stuck for the weekend, missing Jacob, missing David, even missing
Josh. Plus, I wasn't getting laid and I'd kind of gotten used to having
lots and lots of sex.  I thought about going to the sex club here, The
Rainbow Cabaret, but it seemed really sketchy when I drove by.  With David,
I might have done it but not by myself.

	I was glad to be back at school even though the semester was
winding down and I really needed to study.  Jacob was glad to be back too.
We didn't talk a whole lot about it but spending time with the 'rents
wasn't that much fun.  Anyway, he was glad to be back and I was glad for
him to be back and we fell into bed immediately.  After our second go
around (each of us bottoming once), we both had to study.  I needed
something from one of the kids on the hall so I pulled on some clothes and
headed down to his dorm room.  Baker, a another guy on the hall, was
passing by and I nodded at him even though I think he is kind of a douche.

	"You done fucking your roommate?"

	"None of your fucking business" I snapped back.

	"Kind of sick, you know" he said, hands crossed in front of
him. "Being all up into each other"

	"Jealous?" I asked

	"Fuck you" he growled.

	He's bigger than me.  Maybe meaner but I was pissed. "No thanks, I
got a boyfriend" I said walking off.

	The fucked up thing is that people know about us.  I don't care but
there are other people from Jacob's hometown on campus and gossip can get
around, even down to there.  But there is nothing that can be done about it
and I don't tell Jacob because he needs to study and concentrate.  He's
even further behind than I am.

	When final exams are done, we are out for 3 weeks. I could only
hope that I passed.  It's not like I've been studying fall semester. True
to his word, David got me a job at the Smut Shoppe in Orlando.  It's a haul
to get there but it's 14 bucks an hour. They put me upstairs, walking
around and answering questions about lube, trying to upsell people.  The
manager said that he understood I knew plenty about lube.  I don't think
it's anti-gay, mostly because I think he might be gay and besides gay men
spend money, but that it's the bosses boy toy being pawned off on him.
But, he's right, I know something about lube and, let's face it, it's
mostly guys, and gay guys at that, that need lube.  My other purpose is to
be there and be pretty.  Gay guys will buy more from a pretty boy than they
will from a chick.

	A couple of days after I started, David showed up to the store.  We
greeted each other but he was working and I was working and he is now my
boss, I guess.  Well, he is.  He owns the store. So. we just both did our
thing and he mostly was in the office, although some of the people had to
go talk to him about merchandise and stuff.  Just before I was supposed to
get off, he came up and asked me if I wanted to go have a beer with him.

	He owns this bar too.  It's called Harry's and it has a sign on the
door declaring itself a gay bar.  We went in and it was dark and kind of
dingy with a pool table and some guys gathered around the bar, drinkng
beer.  It turns out that beer is all you can get and there is a one drink
minimum.  I was a little surprised that David owned the place because it
didn't seem his style but after he got the beers, we headed outside to the
patio.  That's when I figured it out: mostly they don't all come for the
beer.  They come for the sex and buy some beer.  THere was a trio of guys,
pants down taking their turn with a latin guy just off the patio.

	"I missed you" he said, sinking into a metal chair facing so he
could watch the action.

	"Yeah, I missed you too. Do you have any business that isn't,
like. sex?"

	He shrugged.  "No.I like sex and can make a lot of money on it.
How's Jacob?"

	"He's good.  I talked to him yesterday.  I don't think shit with
his parents is that great.  But I guess it kinda wouldn't be."

	"He hasn't come out of the closet, has he?"

	"No" I said.

	"He shouldn't.  It will be some fucked up drama if he does.  You
know the fucked up thing?  His mom was a kind of slut back in the day.  She
had been through a couple of brothers before they got together and she
actually had been told not to come back. There was some drama when he
brought her up to the house but, I don't know.  I stayed out of it because
I knew I didn't like girls at all.  Anyway, I was standing outside of the
house when he brought her up and there were some pissed guys. I was like,
'he's getting his dick wet what's the problem?'  Now they are serious
fucking Christians"

	"Were you out of the closet back then?"  I asked

	"Fuck no.  Different time and I am a different person now"

	"And you're not a fucking Christian?"

	"Fuck no" he said with a laugh.

	"So did you bring me here to fuck me?"

	"We can" he said. "But mainly to duck into the place in the after
work hours and see the crowd."

	"And?"

	"Turns out you can make money with sex" he said.  "Good money"

	"We can fuck but at your hotel. I'm not feeling the vibe here"

	I fucked him.  That's actually our pattern.  With Josh or at a
bathhouse, he is the alpha male, the top.  When it's the two of us, he
bottoms, always doggy. I wonder if he bottoms for Josh and I decide
probably since I've seen his videos and he is vers in those.  But I don't
ask David about it. It's none of my business after all.  We sixty-nine,
nice and leisurely, and he is a tremendous cock sucker, definitely skilled.
He's worked his way through a lot of dicks, I think.  and he makes mine
feel good.  When the time comes, I slide it in slow and gentle.  The way he
likes it. We have time, all night, and it's like barely fucking him at
first it's so slow.  It actually feels really, really good this way, every
nerve ending, every square centimeter of my dick is massaged by the slow
passage in and out.  But with each stroke, a little faster, almost
imperceptibly.  Eventually, we are fucking.  Fucking hard.  He's moaning;
I'm moaning.  The bed is shaking, the people in the neighboring room can
hear us.  I'm pounding him and his bucking back on my dick.  Finally, when
I can't hold it anymore, I cum inside him.

	"You know, they all think that I am there because I'm your boytoy"
I say as I snuggle up to him afterwards.

	He pauses.  I expect him to tell me that it's not true and make a
business case for my employment.  Instead, he says, "Do you care?"

	"No" I admit.  And I don't.  I don't know them and it's only for a
few weeks. "I need the money"

	"You think it's true?"

	I think about it for a second. "Yeah, it is David.  You called him,
right?  I probably could have gotten the job without it but I didn't.  Of
course, I'm young and I'm in a tight shirt and skinny jeans and I am hung
and gay men are going to buy fucking lube from me.  The expensive kind of
lube. The kind I tell them I use."

	He chuckled.  "You'll get a bonus then.  An actual performance
bonus.  If you really need money, I know a way you can get some. It's legal
but ..."

	"Not legit?"

	"Well, right" he says

	"What? Porn?"

	"Yeah"

	"Really?"  I ask him.  I'm not totally surprised, of course. He
would be involved in porn some way

	"I have a part stake in a company.  I gave him the initial
capital. I've gotten a pretty good return on it too" he said, clearly proud
of himself.  "It's a twink site. The studio's in Tampa.  You could get,
like, 500 bucks to jack off"

	Five hundred bucks sounded like a lot of money to me.  It might not
be to David -- it isn't -- but it is to me. Amd. who knows, it might be
fun.

	"Okay" I said.  "I'll do it"

	"I'll let him know"

	For a while after, I kind of beat myself up about it.  I actually
kind of regretting saying I would as soon as I said it but didn't know how
to back down.  It wasn't so much David. He mentioned it because he wanted
me to do it.  I did think about Jacob and how he wouldn't understand.  No,
he'd understand.  He wouldn't approve.  There's a difference. But for a day
or two, I just thought that nothing would happen and I was okay with
that. Then a guy named Tucker called and said that David had told him about
me and wanted to arrange to get together.  I tried to make it a little
difficult -- actually it was true -- but the only day I could do it was
Sunday but this guy Tucker said that was cool.  And he would pay mileage
for me to drive to Tampa and back. It would end up being like 70 more
bucks.  He just didn't want me to jack off or have sex for a couple of days
before hand.

	That day, I found the place easily.  It was a building in an office
park.  He was all ready for me and I got a drink and a bite to eat and we
chit chatted before doing it. There was some paperwork with ID's and
signing stuff too.  I was pretty nervous and I think he was trying to kind
of ease me into it but I think I would have just been better off doing it.
But first we had to take pictures, stills for the site.  He took me out
back, which was landscaped, and he had all ready set up some camera
equipment, including those big light reflector things that professional
photographers use.  He wanted me clothed and then shirtless.  It actually
was like what you see on TV, him telling me how to pose and what kind of
facial expression to make.

	"Let's see a sexy look" he said at one point.  I almost laughed.

	Then my shorts came off.  I was actually wearing a pair of
Underarmour shorts, pink and gray striped, but he didn't like those so he
tossed me a pair of Aussie Bum underwear.  There was the creeping thought
that more than one ass has been in these shorts but it didn't last long.
They hadn't been on the other guy for long and they weren't going to be on
me for long either.  I did think, just for a second, about a little privacy
to change but then realized it was stupid.  So I just pulled off one and
tossed it aside and put the other on.  He clicked some more and I took a
deep breath. Next, I am a porn guy.  Off they came.  Shots all around soft.
Then Tucker told me I needed to get hard.  I was actually suprised because
I was half hard all ready.  But he offered me an IPad with porn.

	"Straight or gay?" he asked

	"Gay" I answered.

	He smiled briefly. "cool" he said.  He had to know I was gay.

	Hard, we took more picture.  And then more.  Finally, he was done
and offered me some lunch and something to drink.  I asked for a beer and
even though I am only 18, he got me one.  We went over the video, an
interview and a JO, while I ate. But in a few minutes, we went back to
where we would film and it was a set, made up like a bedroom, and he went
pretty good taste in interior design.  I sat down on the bed.  We had
agreed my name would be Joaquin. I suppose he thought I was Brazilian.
Maybe David told him that.  I sat down on the bed, now fully clothed.

	"So, hello, Joaquin.  Tell me about yourself"

	I was surprised, although I guess I shouldn't have been.  I thought
there would be more to it but it was just Tucker, two cameras on tripods
and him with a hand held.

	"I'm Joaquin" I said and immediately thought that it made me sound
stupid.  "I'm eighteen, college student"

	"You have a boyfriend?" Tucker asked

	I shrugged.  "Kinda sorta.  Yeah, pretty much"

	"YOu are gay, right?"

	"Oh, yeah, definitely"

	"How long have you been together?"

	"About a month" I answered

	"Tell me about how you lost your viginity."

	"First time I got fucked or ..."

	"First time you did anything.  Boy or girl?"

	"Oh, boy.  Definitely boy." I said.  "I was 12, me and my best
friend from middle school, circle jerks and blow jobs"

	"Is he gay?" Tucker asked.  I wondered if he was wanting me to get
him to do porn too but that wasn't going to happen.

	"No, he's straight. We're not friends anymore.  The first time I
got fucked I was 15.  I had a summer job and it was one of the managers" I
told the story, changing details on the fly but I sensed that made it sound
made up, which I suppose it was since it really didn't bear much
relationship to what actually happened.

	With that, he wanted me out of my clothes.  I pulled off my shirt
and he complimented my body, even though I am still skinny and hairless
and, well, skinny.  Off came the shorts, down to my new used underwear.  He
complimented my ass. I tugged at my dick, plumping it up.  Then came off
the underwear.

	I got hard quickly.

	Him watching was hot.  I wanted to show off for the camera.  I
worked it, pulling up my foreskin and slowly jacking down.  I played with
my big full balls.  I stroked it harder.  We changed positions, instead of
laying back on the bed, I got up on my knees and stroked it.  I didn't need
any porn playing.  Just having him there filming it got me off.  THen I
went back down on my back, but with my legs up and Tucker between them
getting close up shots. When he backed off, I used the lube and greased up
my fingers to slip them into my hole.  I could see that Tucker was hard
watching me and that set me off.

	"I'm going to cum" I said, giving him warning to get the money
shot.

	When I did, it was in ropes of semen, splashing all up on my torso.

	Afterwards, there was some tax paperwork, a 1099 form, and he gave
me a check, reminding me that I needed to pay my own taxes out of it.  No
FICA or anything out of it.  $572.50 including mileage.

	As I drove back to Orlando, I decided that I wouldn't do anything
like that again. I regretted it, mostly because I knew I would have to tell
Jacob I did it.