Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2016 13:14:47 -0500 (CDT)
From: rbrbrb163@verizon.net
Subject: Academy RB 1

Academy RB 1

Author's Note: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any
real people is completely coincidental. This is written about a world we
don't live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts which
mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional
story. rbrbrb163@verizon.net



I don?t want you to feel sorry for me for what I am going to tell you by
way of introduction, because I don?t.


I was 16 when all this started and I was alone. My mother and father were
drunks and, even when I lived at home with them, I was alone and on my
own. My father beat my mother and beat me, and one night when he was drunk
he fucked me. It wasn?t the first time I was fucked but it was the first
time when I didn?t have a say in the matter. I knew I was gay and had slept
with some older guys I met on line, which is how I got fucked before my dad
did it to me. And he didn?t remember it, at all. So the next morning as I
was preparing to go to school he came out of the bathroom and grunted at
me. Nothing new, same hangover, different day.


That part of my life ended on a day I thought I could fall in love. I had
been texting with a guy from another high school and we agreed to meet
after school for the first time. Our texts were hot and romantic. Many guys
lie about their looks in hooking up, but this guy, Johnny, was beautiful. I
was so excited.


We had coffee and then the subject turned to where we?d go next. He said,
?We can go to my house. It?s not cool.? Nor was my place cool, not even
close to cool, so far away from cool that it would burn your hand. But I
wanted it so bad. Chances were my parents were already out starting their
night of drinking, separately, probably. Or they were already blacked-out
drunk. So we went back to my house and we were lucky because there was no
sign or sounds of either of them. We went into my room, locked the door and
he threw me on my bed. We were making out and he had pulled all of my
clothes off and he was on his way to naked.


We were so entranced with the sex that we heard nothing around us, until
the banging on my door began. ?What are you doing in there?? It was my dad
and he wouldn?t stop his rant. I had pulled on my underwear when he kicked
the door down, screaming ?faggot? at the top of his lungs. He approached us
and started wantonly kicking and hitting us. ?Fuck, fuck, fuck,? Johnny
just kept yelling. He was bigger than me and stronger, and he was able to
break free from my father?s kicking and ran out of the house. Which gave my
father devoted attention to beating me with his knees, feet and fists. He
picked me up by my jeans and carried me to the front door. He opened the
door and threw me on the concrete.


I passed out. And I woke to quiet to find most of my clothes, books and
other belongings around me and on top of me.


I could hardly blame him, but Johnny didn?t respond to my texts or phone
calls, and then he blocked me. My brother who had left home when he
graduated from college had abandoned me, too, not because we didn?t get
along but because he so wanted to separate his life from the past of our
home. I called him and called him, and he wouldn?t pick up.


So, I was alone. I slept in our garage that night and tried to make a
plan. How would I live? No money. Nobody. No life.


The next few days were a blur. I begged for money and made enough for junk
food to stave off hunger. The third night I tried to get into a gay bar,
thinking I could meet someone who I could hook up with and at least sleep
in a bed for the night. But, three days on the street, and I was not very
desirable. And the bouncer threw me out anyway.


Outside, I slid down the wall facing the parking lot into a crouched
position, covered my face with my arms, and started to cry. When I tore
myself out of the pity party, I realized that a guy was sitting next to me
watching with a sad face.  ?Oh, hi,? I said, trying to talk without
crying. ?I?m sorry. I?m not having a good day.? That was an understatement.


He held out his hand and introduced himself as ?Brandon.? I checked him
out. He was a pretty man, with long, jet black shiny hair which kept flying
into his eyes. He would throw his head back to get it out of his head?s
way. He had dreamy dark eyes and pouty red lips that might have had
lipstick on them. That was the only fem part of him. I couldn?t make out
his body which was dressed in a very nice leather jacket and skinny tight
jeans.


?Hi, I am Tim,? and would have pulled my hand away but he held on to
it. ?Look, I really can?t, like, you know. I am a mess. I just got thrown
out of my house.?


?No, don?t worry. I am not trying to pick you up. I know you. I used to be
you. I want to help you out.? We went to an all-night diner and he bought
me dinner, which I devoured. I told him the story and invited me to his
apartment to take a shower and stay the night on his sofa. He seemed
sincere, and I thought, ?Well if he is trying to seduce me, that would not
be the worst thing in the world.? Another understatement.


He showed me around his place was very nice. He had a second bedroom with a
tall table, the kind used for therapy or massage, which is where I?d sleep
that night. I started to sit down and he smiled and said, ?Heh, heh, first
things first.? I thought he was going to make me give him a blow job. ?You
stink. Let?s get you in the shower.? He handed me two towels and closed the
door behind me. I stood in the shower for at least 20 minutes, just letting
the water pour over me. I used some soap, carefully cleaning out my hole
and all around me dick. I turned the water off and stood in front of the
full length mirror. I took inventory of myself.


And except for a few black and blue marks, it wasn?t all too bad. I am
6?1?, and weigh 152 pounds when I am not starved close to death. I am
skinny in that way defined as twink. But my ass was somewhat shapely, but
now way a bubble butt. Still half hard, my dick was bout 6.5? and it grew
by another 1.5? when fully aroused. I have dirty, thick, wavy blonde hair,
kinda like a surfer dude, and greenish-bluish eyes. I ran the plush towel
through my hair to dry it and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I
opened the door, it was propped kind of shut, but I realized he had left me
some clothes to change into, well used blue jeans, a white t-shirt and
bikini underwear. He later explained that was all he had.


I gave me a glass of rum to warm me up and relax me, and actually tucked me
into bed. Before I fell asleep I remember thinking, ?Wow, no one had ever
tucked me into bed.?  - - -


Over strong coffee, we talked. I asked him what he did to afford such a
nice apartment, especially given he was 18-years-old, just two years older
than me.


He seemed reluctant to talk, no embarrassed but just quiet. Finally he
looked me in the eyes and said, ?OK, but I hope this doesn?t freak you
out.?


?Don?t worry.?


He held out a hard covered book, a diary. He leafed through the pages and
said, ?I do this.? He paused, knowing I didn?t understand what he was
getting at. He opened a page to yesterday. He ran his fingers over one of
the entries. These are all men, who I sleep with, for money. I am an
escort. Sex for money. A whore.?


My eyes opened wide. ?You?re kidding me.?


?No, I am not.?


?Like what do you do??


?It?s always different, at this point, most of these guys are regular
customers. Once a month or once a week. And they all want someone
different. Like this guy.? He pointed at an entry with the initials ?PG.?
?Patrick sees me one a week, mostly. He comes for a massage, and he needs
it because his back is really strained and tight, but his thing is that he
brings me a pair of woman?s bikini underwear every time, a different style
all the time. He undresses and I come out of the bathroom naked except for
the underwear and a button down shirt. He lies down and I strip off the
shirt for him, tease him. I massage him with strong strokes starting on his
stomach and playing with his ass. I spend about 45 minutes with him on his
stomach and tell him to turn over. He can?t keep his eyes off of me in the
underwear. He caresses me. I do his legs and thighs, when the end of the 2
hours is running out I get on the table with him and place my ass over his
face. He licks it, and sometimes he is wild about it, but not in a bad
way. He?ll pull down the underwear from the back and rim my asshole. Which
is something I like.


?He?ll then play with my balls and I stroke my dick with the underwear
still on right over his face. I cum loudly in the underwear. Sometimes he
has me bring him to climax and sometimes he jerks himself while I play with
his nipples, biting them hard. I let him lie there for a little while and
gently pull him up and dress him. He always takes the cum-soaked, rim
licked underwear with him.?


He paused and then told me to stand up. I did. He smiled. ?What?s so
funny,? I asked him.


?You have a boner, Brandon. It?s a nice size.?


He told me to sit down and he said, ?Four hundred dollars.?


?What??



?That?s what you wanted to ask me, right??


?Yes. Wow, $400.?


He turned the page and touched another entry. ?These are two guys, a
couple, just about 30 years old. Good looking. They seem to love each
other. But they have me over and I lie on the bed, and they just spend
their two hours worshipping my body with their lovely hands and lips and
tongues. They fuck each other?they take turns every week?and one cums in
the other and the other cums on his boyfriend?s face. Finally, they play
with my dick. They wouldn?t really care if I came but I usually do. It?s
very hot.?  I almost had my mouth wide open, but only in my mind.


?Five hundred for 2 hours.?


Tell me what you think.

Rbrbrb163@verizon.net