Fan For Hire

Buzz. Buzz. 

I remember that notification because I was in the middle of studying for a Civil Procedures exam. I did well in law school but that night I couldn’t focus. Blame it on the fact that it was my final exam before graduating and my head, as well as my body, were exhausted by the last three brutal years of law school. That exam was the only thing that stood between me and my diploma and finally starting a real job. 

Buzz. Buzz.  

Normally, I was pretty good about ignoring my phone when I’m studying, but I had been reviewing my outlines for hours, and my phone was a distraction all too alluring in my state of exhaustion.

In a moment of weakness, I looked down at my phone. Two notifications popped up from an app, an app that very few people in my life then and even now know about today.

“I swore I turned those off...  Stupid phone,” I muttered to myself.

I clicked on the icon, situated in a folder far in the back of my phone. My feeble attempt to hide my shame. I clicked to open the app. 

Boy-4-Rent: Profile
Name: Jordan
Age: 28
Height: 6’2
Weight: 210
Build: Athletic, Muscle
Size: 9.5’
Position: Top, Vers
Orientation: Gay
Rate: Inquire Here
Messages: 1 Unread 

I remember smiling subtly at the photos I had selected for my profile. Of course, I offered the traditional shirtless photos, but I also included a few teasers like the one of me in the shower with my leg propped up on the faucet, exposing the tip of my soft cut cock or the “thirst trap” photo of me shirtless and sweating on a hike that featured my hands down my pants and the glimpse of my dark pubic hair that I changed based on client request. Sure, I looked “hot” in those photos and I worked hard to have a body that looked like that, but the reality behind those photo shoots were my straight female roommate, Jessica, snapping pictures of me with her iPhone before we melted into the couch of our tiny New York City apartment with takeout and sweet, chilled wine coolers. If only my clients knew true glamour behind it all. 

My profile was technically in-active or not accepting requests at that time. I always took “time off” to study for finals. What is the point of being an escort to pay for law school if you end up flunking out? This was never supposed to be a full time thing. Just a means to an end. Despite my in-active status, a regular client would know that I was, in fact, around and message me anyway to ask for a date or session. I figured that this instance was no different so I opened it. 

“Dear Mr. Jordan,” the message read. I was not used to anything so formal. Even the nicest of my clients led with “you’re so sexy” or “amazing cock.” I looked at the account it was sent from and it was virtually blank. Normally, I would’ve hit delete but something about this note compelled me to read on. 

“I am reaching out to you on behalf of a high-profile client whose full name and identity must be kept secret for the sake of their public image. For the purposes of this transaction, he will be known as Mr. Park.”

Intrigued, I read on. “Mr. Park  will be in New York City on business next week and, having come across your profile, would like to arrange a liaison. We are aware that you are not currently taking requests, but my employer is very keen to meet you and is prepared to pay triple your fee to offset any inconvenience you may experience. Once a date is set, we will provide 30% of your fee in advance. Please let us know at your earliest convenience if you are interested in meeting Mr. Park and I will coordinate next steps. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Mr. Lee”

Was I being set up? The whole message felt strange to me, like a friend pulling a joke. The amount of money this mystery client was offering was both too good to be true and too good to pass up. It was worth a reply, wasn’t it? 

I began typing. “Dear Mr. Lee - If you and your client are, in fact, real and not catfishing me I would be interested in learning more about where and when your client would like to receive my services. On the app, there is a formal request function that will show you my schedule and allow for payment. Thanks - Jordan”

I had set down my phone for what felt like a second when I heard my phone buzz again. It was Mr. Lee. 

“Dear Mr. Jordan - My client is, in fact, very real and will be delighted to know that you’re interested in pursuing our request. However, in order to move forward with scheduling, we request that for privacy purposes you use the phone that will be delivered to your apartment tomorrow morning at 8:30am. Inside the box, there will be instructions on how to contact me. I look forward to hearing from you then. -Mr. Lee” 

… 

The next morning I woke around 8:30 to a knock on my door. I stumbled out of bed to find my roommate talking to a sharply dressed man with perfectly combed hair and large black sunglasses. He was expressionless to my roommate’s many charms and handed her a small box wrapped in purple with a silver bow. “8:30,” I thought. “It must be from Mr. Lee.”

My roommate turned to me with a straight face that quickly turned into a smirk. 

“What is this?” she said motioning to the box. 

“Oh nothing… just something from work,” I mumbled through my sleepiness as I reached for the package. 

“You better not be giving your clients our address,” she scolded me like I was a child. “I swear to God if some creeper comes over here looking for you and I get murdered I will be so pissed at you and you’ll never be able to get rid of my ghost.” 

We both started to laugh. 

“Jess, I promise I would never bring work home. Just a couple of more months and then I start my job at the firm and this will all be behind us.” 

“I know I know,” she repeated. “You just know I worry about you…” 

“I know and I appreciate it,” I said giving her a big hug, “but this is how I am paying for law school. It works for my schedule and pays a lot more than other places.” 

“I know I know,” she said with a sigh. “Only a couple more months.” Then without skipping a beat she pushed the gift into my chest and eagerly exclaimed “now, what’s in the box.”

I brought it to the coffee table and sat down to open it. I undid the bow and peeled by the paper and slowly opened the lid. 

“An old phone?” she questioned as I pulled it out of the box. “Look, there is a card too.”

She went to open it but I quickly snatched it away from her. I didn’t know what it said and I didn’t want her learning too many details of what kinds of requests my clients make. She’s supportive, of course, but even she has her limits when it comes to the sexual desires of my clientele. 

I glanced over the beautifully handwritten note as I felt Jess’s eyes digging into the side of my head. I figured I should read it or else she’d never get over it. 

“Please call 202-884-7695 for further instruction.”

“That’s all it says? Really? You are going to get us murdered,” Jess wailed. 

“Aren’t you late for work or something,” I asked in a tone that indicated I was kind of annoyed. 

“Aren’t you late for work or something” she mockingly repeated as she headed back into the bathroom to finish putting on her make-up. 

I snuck back into my room and quietly dialed the phone number written in the card. 

Ring. 

Ring. 

Ring. 

Click. 

“H...Hello?” I stuttered. 

“Mr.  Jordan,” a voice as smooth as butter on the other end said. “This is Mr. Lee. Thank you for your call.” 

“Sure,” I muttered, not confident enough to say anything else. 

“As mentioned in my first correspondence, my employer will be in New York City next week and would like to solicit your services. On Thursday, he has an engagement in the evening but would be available for your company after. Does that timing work for you, sir?”

“Uh.. Thursday? Yeah, that should work. Where am I going?”

“Very good. Mr. Park is staying at a townhouse on the Upper West Side. You will meet him there at 10:30PM sharp. The address will be enclosed in an envelope in your mailbox along with your 30% advance and all of the documentation you’ll be required to present the night of. Do you have any other questions, sir? 

“D… documentation?” I questioned. 

“ID, a full recent medical report… it’s all listed there.” 

“Oh, okay.” I paused. Um, what should I wear?”

“Mr. Park is not particular about dress, sir. Simply arrive clean and groomed.”

“Okay…” 

“Oh, and, Mr. Jordan,” he interjected. 

“Yes?”

“Mr. Park is from South Korea and his English, while improving, is quite limited. However, I don’t anticipate communication should be a problem.”

“Alright. Thank you. See you Thursday then.”

“My employer looks forward to it, Mr. Jordan. Good day,” and he hung up. 

I sat in silence on my bed for a moment. I should’ve had Jess in my ear telling me that this was sketchy and that I was going to get murdered, but I couldn’t help  feeling excited by this strange opportunity. 

Later that afternoon on my way home from class, I stopped by my mailbox to find the envelope with a stack of crisp $20 bills and a notecard with the address  and a list of required documentation written in the same calligraphy as before. I swallowed hard and tried to prepare myself for the next week’s appointment. 

…

I didn’t think much about Mr. Lee or the elusive Mr. Park after my phone call. In fact, I couldn’t because my exams lasted until Wednesday afternoon. It wasn’t until I woke up Thursday mid-morning, free from law school responsibilities, that it hit me that it was the night of my appointment.  

9:00PM rolled around and I figured I should get ready. I took a long, hot shower and covered my entire body with a mild, scentless lotion before splashing myself with a masculine, yet fragrant, cologne from the “for clients only” shelf in my closet. I tossed on a black t-shirt that fit snugly around my biceps and would occasionally ride up, exposing my light brown skin and trail of coarse black hair that disappeared into my waistband. Next, I pulled on my favorite pair of jeans, the ones that cupped my bulge and ass like they were made for only that reason. I rolled on a pair of plain black socks and headed for the door with a small tote bag of “emergency” items I always brought on my appointments. I stuffed my documents into and slid on a pair of white sneakers and presented myself in front of the entryway mirror like a proud kid on his first day of school. I smiled apprehensively as I looked at the 28-year old man who stood before me, unsure if the reflection matched the mix of juvenile giddiness and nervousness I was feeling. 

I pulled the envelope with the address out of my back pocket and committed the cross streets to memory: 88th and Columbus Ave. Stuffing it back into my pocket, I threw my bag over my shoulder, closed my apartment door and made my way down the steps to the street.

Even though it was the end of May, there was a slight chill in the air that hardened my nipples so much so that they began to poke through the fabric of my almost-too-tight shirt. I second guessed whether or not I should’ve worn a jacket but I came to the conclusion that it will be best for my line of work to show off what I was working with right out of the gate. 

After a short subway ride, I walked the few long blocks to the cross streets I had burned into my memory. I turned right down 88th street which was lined with meticulously manicured brownstone shaded from the moonlight by the branches of large Maple and Pin Oak trees. I counted the addresses of the odd numbered houses until I found myself standing directly in front of my destination. Large, bright windows were framed by the warm sandstone bricks in a comfortingly inviting way. Looking up, I collected myself with a deep breath and walked deliberately up the worn steps to an intricately carved door of dark wood. 

“Please knock” read a small brass sign underneath the knocker in the shape of a gargoyle and, so, I followed its instructions. 

Knock. 

Knock. 

Knock. 

I heard footsteps approaching followed by the clank of the lock turning. The massive door opened without a sound to reveal a tall and slender Asian man, I assumed to be Korean based on my client’s background, dressed very smartly in a full tuxedo like one of the proper butlers I had seen in British films. 

“Mr. Jordan,” he said in the voice I had heard on the phone. “Welcome to the temporary residence of Mr. Park. I am his employee, Mr. Lee.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said with an extended hand.

He looked down at my hand and grasped it firmly through his perfectly white gloves. As he loosened his grip he motioned for me to enter the ornately decorated foyer. 

“Please have a seat in the parlor. Mr. Park will be ready for you momentarily after we’ve finished our administrative items,” he said as he motioned for me to sit. 

I have a feeling he noticed my uncomfortable expression at his mention of “administrative items” but he never showed it. I assumed this is when I was supposed to hand over all the documents he asked. Instead, he swiftly presented me with a folder that upon opening, I found what looked to be like a contract of sorts. 

“Due to the sensitive nature of Mr. Park’s public persona and relative fame a Nondisclosure Agreement must be signed before contact of any kind take place.” 

“Got it…” I said looking down at the stack of crisp paper. It seemed a bit like overkill to me but I was happy to do what he was asking. “I don’t make it a habit of talking about my business or my clients for that matter but I’ll sign your paperwork if it’ll make Mr. Park feel better.”

“Thank you sir,” he nodded. “But do read the document in its entirety before you sign. As you’ll see on page 27, should you discuss Mr. Park or any element of these evening’s… encounter… you will be subject to a substantial fine as well as rigorous rounds of litigation. And as you’ll see on page 29 we ask that all mobile or recording devices prior to meeting.” 

I nodded like I understood. I had seen documents like these during some of my contracts class but now I was being made to sign one. I guess I didn’t have to sign but that meant missing out on a lucrative night’s work and I would never be able to meet this Mr. Park who I still wasn’t even sure was real. I thumbed through and scanned all 32 pages, but didn’t see anything that my three years of law school brain found too alarming. The only pang in my stomach I felt was about handing over my phone. I always keep it with me in case of emergencies. What if Mr. Park was a freak or, you know, tried to kill me like Jess said. 

I probably should’ve been more worried about it but I was just too excited to see who this guy was that he needed all of this… process and a handler like Mr. Lee to deal with it. Against my better judgement and with a flourish of a pen I signed and initialed the various marked spots in the document, and handed it back to Mr. Lee.

“Very good, Mr. Jordan. And I think you have some paperwork for me.” 

I pulled out the documents he requested, rolled and held together with a paperclip. He accepted them and read them quickly. 

“Everything appears to be in order here. I will show you to Mr. Park’s rooms now.” 

Without suggesting that I follow, Mr. Lee made his way to the towering staircase and began ascending. We didn’t speak at all. Not on the stairs and not walking down the hallway to another beautifully carved door. 

“Your phone, Mr. Jordan,” he demanded with an outstretched hand. 

“Here,” I said, handing him my whole bag. “Do you mind holding on to all of this until we’re finished?”

He nodded and walked away. 

I was a little confused. Was I supposed to just go in? I decided to knock.

Knock. 

Knock. 

Knock. 

When there wasn’t an answer, I grasped the cold brass handle of the heavy door and pushed forward to open it. 

I stepped inside a warmly lit room expertly decorated in contemporary finishes. A large entirely white bed sat against the left wall and a fireplace and ottoman mirrored its placement on the right side. Directly in front of me were two green velvet armchairs separated by a delicate black table topped with a vase of fresh peonies and flanked by tall green plants that framed the large bay windows from which hung delicate white curtains. The room was virtually silent with the exception of a low humming of classical music that fit the room's ambiance like it was written to only be played here. 

I scanned the room for Mr. Park, or anyone really, but there was no one in there except me. 

“Mr. Park,” I called out. “It's… uh… Jordan.”

As my name escaped my mouth, the door on the wall on the far end of the bed opened and out walked a man, a boy really, wearing a blue silk, calf-length robe. He must’ve just stepped out of the shower because I could smell cleanliness and steam emanating off of him. 

He walked to the center of the room where I could get a full view of him. He was really beautiful. There is no other word for it. 

“Mr. Park?” I asked. 

He nodded and smirked. 

“I’m Jordan.” 

He bowed still smirking.

He was definitely a man but looked very young for his age. I would guess early twenties at most. There was a familiarity about him but I wasn’t confronted with the immediate “aha!” of recognizing him as a celebrity. Clearly he was someone to be able to have all of this but I couldn’t place him. 

He motioned for me to come closer and I, of course, complied. His smell was completely intoxicating, and I wanted to reach down and lick every part of his pristine skin.

As I approached, he untied his robe without speaking and exposed tight alabaster abs. They almost glistened in the soft life of the room. He caught me staring and I think it excited him because his next movement was to let the delicate robe fall to the floor around him.

He stood there in nothing but black briefs, staring up at my 6’2 frame from his 5’7. I wanted to touch him but didn’t. I needed to take in his beauty. His hair was as black as night and flowed from his head like a waterfall from his left of center part to his cute little ears that were pierced with small silver hoops, two on each side. His large almond eyes looked at me with both curiosity and desire. They were situated above a soft round nose and pouty, full, pink lips. His skin. His skin from his face to his feet was clear and poreless.

I reached out to touch him but he grabbed my hand and guided it to his lean but firm chest. Touching his soft skin sent a jolt of lightning through my body. He smiled and let go of my hand, inviting me to explore his body on my own. I dragged my finger along his skin and traced his collarbone and jaw. He cooed like he enjoyed it as my fingers worked their way back to his chest and hardening nipples. With my pointer finger and thumb, I pinched his tender nipple. The electricity of it caused us both to smile. I continued to touch him lower and lower, feeling the curve of his abs. I reached the firm elastic band of his briefs and stopped myself. In a quick motion, I changed the position of my hand so I could cup his expanding bulge. With my large hand around it, I squeezed gently but deliberately to remind him why I was there. He gasped and fell into my chest. I squeezed harder, feeling the firmness of his cock against my hand. 

“No,” he moaned. 

I stopped. 

“Not yet,” he said, pulling away. 

He looked me up and down before tugging the bottom of my t-shirt. At his direction, I pulled it off to expose my body. Like I had before him, he touched my skin and traced the contours of my body. He was gentle and went no further than caressing me with his fingertips. Up and down. Up and down. His touch sent shivers up and down my spine, and formed goose bumps across my forearms. 

Up and down. Down. Down. I willed him to go further. I felt like he could sense my urging as I squirmed. Longing, no, needing him to touch every part of me.  My hair and lips, arms and back and, of course, my cock that throbbed in my jeans, restrained like a rabid dog from attacking the closest thing with his pulse. 

I thought I would yell out for him to relieve me from the torture of his touch but he laid one hand on the leather of the belt and the other on the brass of the buckle. He began to undo the contraption with the same care he had when he touched my torso and chest. Every move was calculated like he had done this a thousand times before. With my belt unfastened he reached for the buttons and zipper of my jeans. As he fumbled with them, he leaned forward and tilted his head so he could reach the sensitive skin of my left nipple. He bit down gingerly like he was trying a new food for the first time but I knew he had tried this particular food before. He bit and sucked and licked the left, his hands still busy below. I threw my head back, letting out a big sigh of both pleasure and relief that his lips were finally on me. As he moved to the right nipple, he rolled my stiff pants to my knees which allowed my throbbing member to bob in my precum-soaked briefs. He stopped servicing my nipple to smile momentarily at the wet stain forming in my underwear. He ran his thumb over it like he was inspecting his handy work. 

“You did that to me...  Just, from touching me…,” I said, as if to affirm that I was pleased with his performance. 

“Good,” he replied between bites and kisses to my chest. 

He wrapped his hands around my waist and tugged and the elastic around my waist. His hands dipped into my briefs and pulled them down starting from the back and moving to the front. 

My cock jumped out of underwear as he pulled them down to meet my jeans. Three drops of precum fell from the quivering head of my cut 9.5’ cock. 

“Sit down,” Mr. Park ordered. 

I obliged, stepping out of my pants, underwear and socks to take a seat on the ottoman in front of the fireplace. I sat completely naked with my legs spread to either side and my rock-hard cock pointed toward the ceiling. 

Mr. Park stepped back a minute to look at me. I liked the way he looked at me, especially in my vulnerable and completely naked state. I was his to look at for the night and if that is all he wanted to do all night he could, but I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, again. 

As he inspected me from a distance, I grew impatient and reached for my cock and began to pump it in my large strong hand. His eyes widened as more precum bubbled to the top and dribbled from the slit down my meaty fingers. 

“No. Stop.” 

I stopped moving but held my cock firm as we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. 

He moved closer and knelt before me. He looked directly at my engorged cock. He took the wrist of my hand that groped my penis and placed it on my exposed thigh. He wrapped his other small, delicate hand at the base of my pole and nestled it into the forest of pubic hair. With a tight squeeze, he lowered his head onto my cock and kissed the dripping head with his puffy pillow-soft lips. Two kisses later, he enveloped my member in his soft lips and sank it deep into his warm, lively mouth. 

He sucked and licked the top third of my cock with an expertise I can only hope to offer my clients. He sucked and pulled with his mouth and teased every nerve with his tongue. I couldn’t believe that he was paying me to let him do this. My breath quickened and slowed as he exacted pressure and gentility on my cock, edging me closer and closer to a climax that I couldn’t anticipate. As he sucked, his right hand left the base of my cock and explored the fullness of my balls. He rolled them in his hands and tugged at the wrinkled skin of my scrotum. I yelped. I dropped from resting on my hands to resting on my elbows. His black hair fell down and tickled the base of my shaft as he opened his mouth wider. He had swallowed nearly half of my cock when his pace quickened. He sucked harder and his grasp on my balls grew stronger. Sweat beaded at various points across my forehead as he continued to work his magic. Up and down, side to side, leaving no part of my member untouched. My breath quickened even more as the pauses between the edging grew shorter. He had complete control over me and he knew it.

I closed my eyes as I reached a point of no return. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I knew he could sense it. He started to let out little moans muffled by the swollenness of my cock.  

He kept going. Faster and faster.

“I...uh…  I’m gonna cum!”

He didn’t look up but, instead, took my cock to the hilt, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. 

My shalt jilted and I released volleys of thick, hot cum instead.  Four, five, six, seven rounds of my seed painted the back of his throat and coated the surface of his talented tongue. He swallowed every drop with a noticeable satisfaction at a job well done. 

I panted and shivered as he released me from his mouth. A drop of my cloudy, white semen pooled in the corner of his mouth as he moved away. He took the fingers that held my empty balls and touched them to spot in his mouth and he pushed my juice until his tongue. 

He stood to his feet and he looked at my sweaty, spent body with his signature smirk. He leaned forward and kissed him fully, opening my lips with his tongue. Our tongues danced together, and I could taste the tangy residue of my seed. 

I never wanted to stop kissing him but he pulled away. His smirk turned into a smile.

He walked over to the left side of the pristinely white, cloud-like bed across from where I lounged lazily on the ottoman. He stood there, looking at me, never blinking as he gripped the sides of his small briefs and pulled them down to the floor. He was completely naked for the first time and I was, again, taken aback by his ethereal beauty. 

He lifted his hands from his sides and began to run them over his body. He tugged his nipples and grabbed the cheeks of his ass as his perfectly formed, uncut cock danced and grew bigger. Once hard, he took his member into his hand and stroked it. He tugged his balls and fondled his foreskin. He was putting on a show for me. I felt my cock begin to swell again as he teased me from six feet away. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as he played with himself which prompted me to reach for my own cock that called for attention again. 

I stroked slowly in tune with him. But, as he opened his eyes and our eyes met he stopped and put his hands back at his sides. I hoped I hadn’t offended him by pleasuring myself to his show. He didn’t say anything but, instead, turned to the bed and climbed onto its billowy surface on all fours. When he’d reached the center, he arched his back, and dropped his hands and head to meet the surface of the white blanket. 

With his round ass and hole exposed he looked directly into my eyes and said “Fuck me.” 

He had cast a spell over me. I was in a trance walking over to meet him at the edge of the bed. Fully naked, cock throbbing once again, I stood before the altar of this boy’s beauty. His perfectly round butt looked like a soft white peach and I wanted, no needed, to taste it. I moved closer and grazed the supple skin with the back of my handle which caused him to shudder. Now, it was my turn to pleasure him. 

I leaned forward and kissed the mounds of his ass. First the right and then the left. I ran my nose from the top of his alabaster crack to the base of his balls, deeply inhaling his intoxicating aroma. I kissed my way to the center of his ass and peeled it apart sweetly with the tip of my tongue. He shuddered again which only encouraged me. I snaked more and more of my tongue inside him until I reached the delicate skin of his hole. I teased it with a flick of my strong tongue, coaxing it to open for me. My tongue widened as I began to lap at his eager hole like an animal starved for water. He moaned softly at first but his calls grew louder and louder as my tongue coated the curves of his cheeks and opened the rings of his tight hole. His taste was sweet. Almost as sweet as the white peach it had resembled before I had so ferociously torn it open. With every movement of my tongue the electricity grew between us, so much so that I feared my cock would just explode without the touch of my hand or his lips. Though he didn’t say much, there was no miscommunication between us. He was right where I wanted him. My tongue raced all over his convulsing hole and dove deeper instead of his inviting warmth. He panted as I feasted, shifting weight and position of his body with each sensation. Precum dripped from the tip of his foreskin. He pushed his hole back onto my tongue like he was trying to stab himself with my tongue. He did this more and more until his rocking turned back into squirming.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now.” 

At his command, I pulled his legs out from under him and left them to dangle off the bed.

“Lube in the drawer,” he moaned pointing to the small end table on our left. 

I pulled out a small bottle and squeezed it onto his excited hole. He shivered again as my middle finger lathered his opening hole. I began to massage his opening and dipped the tip of my finger into his inviting hole when he stopped me. 

“Cock. No fingers,” he yelled. 

“I...  I’m kinda big. Are you sure I shouldn’t loosen you up first?” I replied. 

“Yes,” he called back, burying his head into the covers. 

With the same hand that had teased his hole, I covered my shaft completely with the cool-feeling lube. 

I stepped forward to his hole and pressed my precum- soaked cock head to his opening. I felt resistance but slowly pushed forward into his tightness. The walls of his hole greeted my cock from every angle as I plunged deeper inside of him. 

With another gob of wet lube, I pushed further into his entry. My cock throbbed from within which prompted breathy moans from my client. 

“Keep going,” he shouted between moans. 

I sunk more of my shaft into him and felt no sign of his body loosening its grip on me. More than half of my cock was consumed by him when I felt the opening of his second hole. I pushed further, deeper until my pubic hairs danced on the smoothness of his cheeks. I paused for a moment while he got used to my thickness inside of him. I knew he was eager for me to enter him but I didn’t want our pangs of passion to end up hurting him. 

“Fuck. Me… Now,” he ordered  

Slowly at first, I began to pump in and out of his hole. My cock riding every ribbed surface of his hot inside. I quickened my pace as his moans grew louder. He called out what I assumed to be expletives in Korean as I hammered my firmness into his eager body. I grabbed him by the hips and pulled his small tight body back on my rod as I fucked him. He writhed in pleasure as he mustered enough energy between thrusts to grab hold of his now-hard cock. The rhythm of my fucking and his jacking synced perfeclty. Sweat dripped from my head and chest, pooling in the small of his arched back. His bouncy black hair dampened with sweat of his. 

“Fuck. You’re still so tight,” I exclaimed. 

With that announcement, he pushed himself back onto my member as he had done with my tongue when I rimmed him. I slowed the pace of my thrusts as he took complete charge of pleasure both himself and me. He squeezed and tightened the muscles of his ass around my swollen rod. I left out moans and shot out expletives of my own as he fucked himself on me. He was now in complete control over me and my pleasure. If he stopped, I was as good as dead. Nothing could feel better than his boy using me like this. 

He let go of his cock and propped himself up like he was prepared to do a push up. I resumed my pace of fucking him as the curve of his back disppeared and the sweat that had pooled there ran down the sides of his hips. In a swift move, he rose to meet my body. His back to my chest and abs, we shared sweat and felt new pleasures as the angle of our fucking changed. He tucked the back of his head into the crook of my neck which allowed me to kiss and nimble its sweetness. With my right hand, I grabbed a hold of his hardened cock and played with it sensually. 

He turned his head so our lips could meet once again. Through wet kisses our lips and tongues danced together again to a tune of moans and skin slapping together. His kisses turned me on so much that I was afraid I would cum inside him immediately. I didn’t want to cum yet and not in this position. 

I broke off our intense kiss and pushed him forward. He had been in control until now but it was my turn again. 

I exited his body and with my strong arms, grabbed him by the waist and flipped him with one move. His hard brown nipples stared at me intensely as I pushed my cock back inside him. 

“This is how I want you,” I confessed. 

He let out a yelp at the reintroduction of my member but quickly recovered as I resumed my pace. I grabbed his wrists in one of my hands and held them above his head as I kissed him. He alternated between moans and kisses as I fucked him fully. I felt his throbbing member leak all over my abs with each thrust of my rod. I released his wrists and took one hand down to his cock. With my hand wrapped around his, I guided him in jacking himself off. Again we were in perfect sync. Our bodies and sweat mashed together in unison. 

His stamina was incredible. Frankly, I was proud of my own seeing as he had just drained me of my life only a few moments before. I knew that neither of us was going to last much longer, despite how much we wanted to. 

A few more thrusts later, my pounding him was interrupted by the vibration of his cock I felt through his hand. He was close and we both knew it. I quickened my pace with each additional thrust. I wanted him to feel as much of me as he could before he exploded. His moans became a staccato of small “ohhs” as I drove my hot into him. 

“I… I…” was all he managed to get out before he unleashed an explosion of sweet-smelling cum that fell in splatters across his abs and chest. As I fucked him hard, we continued to pump his weakening cock to make sure every drop of seed left his body. Seeing him in such euphoria, my cock and balls began to signal that my climax wasn’t far behind his. 

He dug his cum covered fingers into my pecs and looked me straight into my eyes.

“Come inside me,” he demanded. 

At his command, I drove a final thrust inside him and came with a heaving force that rivaled my earlier orgasm. Cum drained from my body like water gushing from a fire hose. I could see by the smile on Mr. Park’s face that he loved being filled up with my thick seed. Four rounds shot from my exhausted shaft. The muscle of his hole, battered but not beaten, milked my cock of every last drop until my legs shook and my knees threatened to buckle. 

I took my hand braced against the side of the bed and brought it to his glistening stomach. I collected his cum with my two fingers and brought it to my lips. I tasted him completely, my softening cock still inside him. I rolled the ropes of cum around my tongue and on my lips as the young boy looked up at me in awe. 

I swallowed with satisfaction as if I had just eaten a seven-course meal at a Michelin star restaurant. He smiled up at me. He was happy that I ate him and even happier I found him to be so delicious. 

His smile turned into an uncomfortable wince as I pulled out of him. A stream of lube and cum poured out of him, collecting at the entrance to his hole in a puddle on the sheets. 

I was spent and collapsed next to him in a heap, my legs, now completely rubber, dangled next to his. He propped himself up on his elbows and wiggled his way to the headboard and motioned for me to join him. Though he was much smaller than me, he held out his arm indicating that he wanted to hold me in his arms. I accepted his offer and burrowed my wide, firm shoulders into the cubby of his hairless armpit. As I rested my tired head on his chest, I placed an outstretched hand across his defined stomach. His sweat-dampened hair rested on the top of my head. The classic music playing when I arrived had stopped. Only our quiet breathing threatening the silence. I’m sure we looked ridiculous, a 6’2 muscle-bound mixed-race escort and a 5’7 slim Korean, but it really felt perfect to be in his arms.

The rise and fall of my head on his chest was like a lullaby rocking me to sleep. I never slept over with clients unless we had arranged for it ahead of time but I didn’t care with him. I dozed off to the sound of his breathing with the taste of his cum on my breath. 

… 

I woke up a couple of hours later to find myself in the same exact position as before, nestled close to this still elusive boy. When I moved to reposition myself I saw that he was awake. 

“I’m… sorry… I, uh, didn’t mean to fall asleep.” I was embarrassed. He wasn’t paying me three times my rate to watch me sleep. 

“I liked it. You looked peaceful.” He smiled

I returned a smile back to him, and began caressing his chest and abs, occasionally running my fingers through his thick black pubic hair. 

“Thank you for coming tonight.” 

I was taken aback by his gratitude. I have had plenty of kind and generous clients before but, because the nature of our encounters is transactional, “thank yous” aren’t really necessary or offered. I just smiled. 

“I get very lonely on tour.”

Tour? Maybe this was an opening to figure out who he was. 

“I know you’re someone special but I hate to admit that I… don’t recognize you,” I confessed in a way that felt more like an apology. 

At that moment, he sat up with his back straight against the pillow. He cocked his head to the side with an adorable wink and threw up a tiny thumbs up on the opposite side. Then it clicked. 

“Wait… I know you.” I sat up too. “You’re Jae-Min from that k-pop group, right? You guys are incredible.” I would’ve recognized his signature pose anywhere. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see it before. Almost as much as I couldn’t believe I had just cum inside a world-famous super star. 

“You guys are good from what I’ve heard. I have no idea what you’re saying but I love the songs. My roommate showed me a video of you guys from that award’s show the other night. I can’t believe it took me so long to recognize you. And you, you are such a good dancer. I guess that’s where you get your stamina from…”

I could tell I was beaming because of the way he blushed. I kept going. 

“I’m sorry. I must sound like a crazy person. It’s just all coming to me now plus you look so different performing.” I finally stopped myself from babbling. I’m sure he would have me leave after this. Celebrities like him must get this all the time and from what I’ve heard, his group’s fans are very obsessed. 

“Makeup and lighting,” he said. “That’s why I look different. You do not get superstar Jae-Min, just me Jae-Min.” He looked down.

“Well, I like this Jae-Min a lot.” I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. He smiled, still looking down.

“I’m sorry you get lonely. I’m sure it’s hard being so famous. But it seems like your group is close? Don’t they keep you company?”

“We are friends and I love them but sometimes I need a different kind of company,” he said, placing his hand over mine.

“Well, I’m happy to be your company any time you like. You’re seriously amazing.” 

He blushed. 

“And I’m not just saying that because...” I stopped myself because I didn’t want to sour this moment by reminding myself that it wasn’t real, that he was holding me and kissing me because he was paying for it. 

“I should sleep. I have a concert tomorrow.” He pulled away from me and I felt an emptiness that I really didn’t like. 

“Okay. I’ll get my things.” I turned to the side of the bed and put my feet on the ground and stood. “Is Mr. Lee around. I, uh, need to see him about my phone and my, uh, fee.”

I hated cheapening the incredible time we had just spent together by mentioning my fee but he was a client after all. I walked to my crumpled pants at the base of the ottoman. 

“Wait,” he interrupted.
I paused. 

“Please stay. The night.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He nodded. “I like sleeping next to someone.” He paused. “And I want to sleep next to you.” He smiled shyly. 

I walked over to his side of the bed to meet him. He crawled over to me on his knees and rose to meet me face to face. I cupped his perfectly symmetrical face in my hands. I wanted him to look at me. Our eyes met and I leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips. He placed his hands on my face and kissed me back. There wasn’t anything carnal about this kiss, not like before. It was sweet and passionate, but equally as intense. 

Our lips broke apart and he rolled over to the other side of the bed. He untucked the covers by kicking them down with his small delicate feet. He patted the space next to him and I crawled in to join him. He flipped around to face the other direction and rolled himself into a naked ball. I chuckled. He was so cute. So small and innocent. And for tonight, he was mine. 

“Should I get the lights?” I asked. 

He nodded yes.

I reached for the switch and then turned the knobs on the lamps before crawling back into bed with Jae-Min. I cozied up to him, his back touching my chest. I reached around him and held him tightly in my arms. He squeezed back. 

“Goodnight, Jordan,” he whispered. 

“Henry. My uh real name is Henry. Jordan is my alias for work.”

“It is nice to meet you.” He giggled. 

“Goodnight, Jae-Min.”

“Goodnight, Henry.”