My chapero

by Daniel Berasaluce

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HELPING THE GAMBLER

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I use the Spanish word Chapero since I still haven’t found a word in English, which is an equivalent to Spanish Chapero, meaning a boy who prostitutes himself strictly for boys. I think bitch and its synonyms can also be a boy who prostitutes himself for girls, isn’t it?

It was increasingly dark when I finally reached the last square before the 34, where I was heading. I went to that brothel once a week, but I used to drive here, cause my house was really far. Tonight I had stupidly wanted to come on foot and I was really exhausted. Maybe I should stop later in a close bar to drink something, but what I felt like was sitting for some minutes on a bench on this square.

But it was such a small place that it only had two benches. In one of them there was a boy and a girl passionately kissing. Opposite that bench, there was another bench with a boy sitting there but half the bench was free. That boy was crying his eyes out, but how hot he was! He was obviously in his twenties, was blonde and had a beautiful beardless face, and seeing him crying his beauty increased for me. His body was perfect: maybe he used to work out a bit. If I sat beside him, I’d get really horny before getting to the 34, but it was more because I wanted to take a break that I addressed him.

-Hi, would you mind if I sat beside you for a while? I’m exhausted.

-Of course you can, but maybe you’re uncomfortable to sit next to a boy who doesn’t stop crying.

-I don’t mind it at all –I said already sitting. I reached out my hand and told him- Ciprian Petrescu here.

-Maurice Proud –he said warmly shaking my hand-, everybody calls me Mo.

-Maybe I shouldn’t ask you why you’re crying. Or maybe you don’t feel like talking to a stranger.

-Maybe talking to a stranger is what I need to get my mind off my problems.

-Has your girlfriend left you?

-In fact she left me, but it was two months ago. She told me she still loved me but I was ruining my life and I was on the verge of ruining hers too.

-Why? If you don’t mind me asking.

-Maybe telling my worries to a stranger can be a therapy. Well, Ciprian, you know that very close to this square is the town casino. I entered for the first time two years ago. It was then just funny pastime, but I was increasingly attracted to entering the casino and I don’t know when it started to be a real compulsion. In these last two years I come here at least twice a week and I’m always losing money.

-And I guess you’ve just left the casino right now and you’ve had a losing streak. Have you lost much?

-I love playing the roulette and well tonight I was convinced I should bet on red and well, the stupid roulette persisted in black all night.

-And how much have you lost?

-Three thousand euros.

-That’s a lot.

-I was crying cause right now I have almost nothing. I know I need a job but well, it would be the same for I have no will of my own and I would keep on squandering the scarce money I still have. On the other hand, when I’m about to find a new job, I don’t know how they know I’m a gambler and they don’t hire me.

-But you’ve had part-times, don’t you?

-I have almost always worked as a waiter. I’ve had some part-times but I have no job right now and I really need it for my basic needs. Besides I know well I would need more money for gambling. But short of killing anyone, I’d do any job. Maybe what I need is something that makes me crash on the ground. No therapy works with me. But well, thanks for listening. But I don’t want to fill your head with my troubles. Where were you heading?

-Well –I hesitated. I didn’t know whether he was open-minded. But I decided I should tell him the truth-, I was going to a nearby brothel, if you want to know, the 34.

-A curious name. I live very close and didn’t know there was a brothel near here.

-Not so curious. It has that name cause it is in number 34 of Dagger Street.

-I think I know that street. It’s a difficult to find alley, isn’t it?

-It is. At nights it’s easy to recognize cause it’s full or red lights.

-Well, that’s perfect. I’m sure soon you’ll have a wonderful time with hot girls.

-The truth is I was looking for a chapero.

-Never heard the word. What’s a chapero?

-Well, it’s a Spanish word. I lived in Spain for two years. A chapero is a boy who prostitutes himself only for boys. So I’m gay –I told him with some doubts.

-Maybe right now you’re looking at me thinking I could get shocked. Should I? Look, Ciprian, there’s only one boy that can shock me now and his name’s Mo Proud. If you talk to me about chaperos, I will forget my troubles for a while. How old are you, by the way?

-35.

-I’m 25. Well, please tell me whatever you want. I’d rather be listening to anything you’d like to tell me than keep on crying here or return to my lonely house, where I would bitterly cry myself to death.

-Well, I’m really well-off. I run a real estate agency. And I often go to one of the two brothels this town has. There’s one other gay brothel, close to my house, called The Bull’s Horns. But the 34 is bigger and I like going to both. Of course there’s many gay bars and I frequently attend them too and I have sex for free with boys. But I love paying boys to have sex with. I’m a real whoremonger. I have sex with hot young boys, they’re usually young and later I often have a drink with them and they tell me things like… well, some of them tell me they’re not gay, and I believe them. Some tell me they’re bisexual, some tell me they’ve discovered their bisexuality after having prostituted themselves to boys, some are heterosexual. So you needn’t be gay. You just have to work and be willing to suck cocks or be fucked, for instance.

-Ciprian, look at me. I want you to be sincere. I won’t get angry even if you tell me I’m the ugliest boy in the world. What do you think of me? Am I attractive?

-Since you’re asking me, I’ll give you my sincere opinion. When I saw you crying here, I thought you were one of the sexiest boys I’ve ever seen, and as I was talking to you and seeing how easy it is to tell anything to such an open-minded boy, I saw you increasingly sexy. You’re cute and you have a wonderful body. I wish a chapero I can find tonight can be as sexy as you.

-Prostitution, why not? It’s just that I never thought about that chance. And I guess it would not be easy to whore yourself out for girls, isn’t it?

-Don’t know about that. I’m only with boys who prostitute themselves for boys. I’ve always thought that if boys want to work with girls, they should have a website and advertise there. But don’t know really.

-Ciprian, you were looking for a chapero tonight and you’ve told me you find me sexy. Would you accept me as your private chapero tonight? Sell myself to a boy, why not? It’s only a job, and I could learn a profession. Do you know the hours you are to work in the 34?

-That brothel opens at six p.m. and you can work there till six in the morning and only go there the days you want to go. If you think “today I don’t wanna work”, you needn’t go. And The Bull’s Horns opens at 4 p.m.

-I don’t wanna force you to have sex with me and pay me. But I could even do it with you for free, if you want, cause all I want is to have a job. I have to learn how to be sweet with boys, because I not only want to hook up a boy who pays me. If I’m good, I will have, say, some permanent clients.

-You can be my chapero, Mo, I’d love to. But of course it won’t be for free. I could give you the 3000 euros you’ve lost just for going somewhere, take each other’s clothes off and suck each other’s dicks, for instance.

-You know I need 3000 euros and you’re very well off but I won’t take them unless you fuck me too.

-You can work in a brothel doing only what you want. Nobody will force you. You could learn to give blowjobs, ok, that doesn’t hurt, but if a client tells you he wants to fuck you, you can answer “sorry, I don’t do that”. You can earn money giving blowjobs, or allowing boys to suck your cock or fucking them, for instance.

-I could do all that, but I guess I wouldn’t earn much if I say no to being fucked. So I have to give boys my ass too. But I tell you, Ciprian, unless you fuck me too and make my ass ready for a job, I would never take so much money from you. I would only take half. Meanwhile you could teach me some things, so I can make boys on fire. That would be a job and I need it. It’s not finding something that makes crash on the ground. It’s something that I’m willing to do because circumstances have brought me here. And it would not only be a job, but a decent job, for I’m certainly willing to give boys sexual fun. No punishment for my stupid behaviour so far. Just a job, that’s all.

-Well, Mo, I could teach you some things. First, do you think you have a good dick?

He didn’t think twice and instantly he whipped his cock out and I could see it.

-You have a wonderful dick, Mo, and it’s long. I’m sure that if you want, it can be your working tool now. It’s long but it’s not a monster dick. I don’t really enjoy very long cocks, only visually. But then, what can you do with them? You see, up your ass, they’re real torture, even for asses used to being fucked, like mine; and in your mouth you often gag and choke and it’s no real pleasure for me. In fact I’m interested in the boy, not in his dick. But well, I like small, medium or long dicks, but not monster dicks. But you know if you really want to become a chapero, you must learn to be hard. It’s compulsory that you’re hard when a client wants to suck your cock of if he wants you to fuck him of course. But if it is you that has to suck the client’s dick of be fucked, he will also want you hard, showing him that you’re aroused at him.

-But I’m not gay, Ciprian. That may be the most difficult part.

-Not so much. Let’s try something. Just think of the hottest chick you’ve ever met. It can be a famous girl, a neighbour, anyone. Or think of the hottest sexual experience you’ve ever had. You see? You’re getting hard now, Mo. If the client does not turn you on and since you’re not gay, no boy will turn you on, at least now you know what you can do to pretend you’re aroused at him.

-First lesson learned. I was thinking about Erica. That’s the name of the girlfriend I was talking to you about earlier.

-Do you still love her?

-I don’t know. I think I still think unbearably sadly about her. But I’m not sure whether I still love her or if it’s only the lust I will always feel for Erica. Anyhow, thanks, Ciprian. Please, keep on teaching me.

-Well, I can, but first hide your cock now, please. We’re too conspicuous here; anyone could see us.

He did hide his dick and I told him more.

-Well, if you wanna be my private chapero tonight, think twice about it, please… or if you really wanna become a chapero, are you willing to work naked? Because you know that’s how you’ll have to work if you want this job.

-More than willing, Ciprian. I hope later we can find a good place and I will be totally nude before you.

-And you know? You will also have to work for naked boys. You sure you want to see naked boys?

-That’s something I wouldn’t mind at all, believe me. I really need a job and being a chapero is a job and you’ve just taught to be hard. Please show me what I can do to give fun to boys.

-Well, you know you have to do nothing you don’t like but well, some clients would like to be kissed, for instance.

His response was approaching me, embrace me fondly and taking his lips to mine and start kissing me with so much lust that he seemed to have been kissing boys all his life.

-Kissing a boy is just like kissing a girl. I can do it. I think I even like it.

-Well Mo, I don’t know whether I should ask you, but you seemed determined to become a chapero. Did you really mean it when you told me you wanted to be my chapero tonight? I can pay you the 3000 euros you’ve lost.

-I think my house is a mess now. Would you take me to your house, Ciprian? Or you could show me the 34 now and we could have sex there.

-If you want, we can get a taxi and we could go to my flat.

-Good, but here’s what we’re gonna do. You must heed my words or else I won’t take so much money, Ciprian. I really need the money I’ve stupidly lost tonight and I want you to give it to me, but only if you really have fun with me. Remember I also want you to teach me a job. So once in your house, I’ll be the first one to strip and I hope you like my body and jack off at what you see, for of course I would like all my future clients to cum. And next you can strip and I will rehearse something.

-What will you do?

-I wanna see if I could jack off and even cum watching a guy stripping, but sorry Ciprian: you know I am not gay, so probably I will be thinking about Erica.

-It would be so hot to see you cumming, and you’re very decent, Mo, and really sincere and I really appreciate your words.

-When I have been able to cum with your nudity, well I think we could forget jacking each other off, for I don’t know how often I might cum and I will please your dick in earnest. So next, and once both of us already nude, we’ll suck each other’s cocks, but I will be first. And don’t worry, Ciprian, that does not frighten me. I’m gonna work with dicks now and I have to learn, so you will tell me if I’m doing a good job. I’ll go on till you cum in my mouth. Then you can suck my dick.

-Mo, since you want me to teach you a profession, allow me to also teach you to always be sensible. First, always fuck with a condom and if you happen to also be fucked, let the client have a condom too. And don’t drink semen, please, unless the clients accidentally cum in your mouth. So if you really suck my cock tonight, I’ll tell you when I’m cumming and will cum on the floor. And I want you to do the same when I’m lucky to suck that sexy cock you have.

-Agreed, Ciprian. And now I want to ask you. Would you like to take me to bed? I’d rather sleep with you tonight than returning to my lonely house and ponder about my misfortunes or having the temptation to gamble again, even if I don’t have any money. With you, I won’t have that temptation. And remember I want 3000 euros, but not without you having had the fun of your life. I would just need to eat something first.

-I’ve cooked fish stew this afternoon and I’m sure there’s still enough for you and me to have it for dinner now.

-Good, I would also eat something I don’t like, but I love fish stew. And later we’ll go naked to bed and remember I want to learn everything, so you also have to fuck me and in bed it will be a perfect moment.

-I love being fucked, Mo. It should be you the one that fucks me.

-You told me before my dick can be my working tool, but I need all my body to help me work and I will also use my ass as a working tool. So I beg you please to fuck me. If you want, I’ll fuck you later too, for I will do anything that gives you fun. I want to learn. But just think, Ciprian, if you don’t fuck me tonight, tomorrow I’ll go to the 34 and if a boy pays me for fucking me, I will answer yes, and maybe when we’re in a room, it’ll hurt me so much that I will be tempted to give up even if I’ve already promised a boy that he will fuck me. It would really be better to have my ass previously opened up before I work with it. And I know you don’t want to rape me. With you I have the chance to tell you please stop and you will. What the fuck? Now I want boys to fuck me, but unless I can learn with you, it is impossible and I’ll have to do what you told me before and earn money sucking dicks, letting boys suck mine or fucking them. Or maybe there’s other services too.

-Ok, Mo, since I see you really want to do it, I can take you home, not thinking about my fun, believe me, but about your need to learn a job.

-Never forget, Ciprian, that I need all the money you want to give me, and maybe being a chapero I can forget gambling. But believe me; I want to give you fun and do an honest job.

-Well, I’ll call a taxi. Hope you trust me coming to my house.

-I would like working in a brothel. Going to a boy’s house scares me. But not with you, Ciprian.

-I also trust you, Mo.

And as I called a taxi, he started to affectionately stroke my crotch. Tonight I’d made an unexpected conquest. He asked me whether it would be a problem for me that the taxi-driver could think I was his boyfriend. I told him I was out of the closet but maybe it was a problem for him. He told me of course not and he kept on stroking my crotch. A taxi was already here. He stopped touching me and we finally got in. Now we would drive home, where I would go with a very decent boy who I could have fun with but mostly I wanted to teach him a profession.

by Daniel Berasaluce

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