A Working Boy

I rolled over in bed, my cock hard and throbbing. I loved waking up with an erection. Deciding whether to stroke it or put it away and make it wait was the very best way to start the day, in my opinion.

I grabbed my phone to check my schedule. Ah yes, I was meeting Johnny today for coffee at a new place in town. Johnny, the only younger guy I’d ever fucked. Johnny, the only younger guy I had a thing for. Johny, Danny Ladd’s hot younger brother. Well, step-brother.

I pressed the buzzer next to the handwritten sticker that read “Ladd Logistics”. I’d come straight here from school for my audition. That’s what Danny Ladd had called it. I was hoping it would be an audition like I saw in porn, where I’d get screwed over a desk by a well hung daddy. That thought had kept my dick leaking all day.

Someone buzzed me up to his offices, which turned out to be a small outer office with a cluttered desk and phone leading to a large open plan office space. It could probably have seated fifty people easily, but it was almost empty. The carpet tiles had been pulled up from more than half the space making the floorboards sticky. The lights were out at this end, too, but I could see a large old office desk and filing cabinet in the far corner. Opposite that was a scene that made my heart skip. Three large white backdrops behind a huge red sofa, with lighting and cameras on tripods.

A man stood up from behind the desk and waved me over.

Johnny stood up and waved at me from within the coffee shop. I waved back and hurried over to him. We hugged, told each other how well the other looked, and Johny waved the cute waiter over to take our order.

“How’s work?” He asked, sitting back in his chair, his legs crossed, eying me like the predator he was. He could still make my pulse rush. I think it was his eyes. They were like hypnotic pools that drew you in to your doom. And I’d been there, so I know the kind of pleasures that waited if you let yourself be drawn in.

“Work’s great. Never been better” I said, and that was true. I was living life to the max and doing it my way, which I loved. He nodded knowingly, like he expected that answer.

“You still look great” he said after a minute, and he was sincere about that.

After a minute of glaring wide-eyed at me, he sat back in his oversized 1980’s office chair. “You look great” he said and he really seemed to mean it. “You seem a bit younger than I usually find…. You sure you’ve….”

I cut him off before I’d even had chance to finish rolling my eyes at him. “Yeah, I’ve done it before. You mean take cock? In my ass? Yeah.” I met his gaze with a determined expression. Fuck off with the age comments, I thought. Can I get dick here or not?

“So you’re getting plenty of dick?” He asked with a cheeky grin. I think the reason I’d kept in touch with Johnny was because of his impish quality. I knew he was here on behalf of his step-brother in yet another attempt to get me to come back, but it was clear he knew he was wasting his time so he’d flirt and tease instead.

“I have a steady stream of clients, my online stuff has never been more popular, and I’m very, very comfortable in the bank balance area.” I grinned back at him. Might as well tell it like it is: there’s zero reason for me to prop up “Ladd Logistics”. I did my part, and I moved on. Fair’s fair.

Johny’s eyes took on a sparkle and he grinned some more. “Yeah, but did you get any dick today?” He asked.

“Okay, okay….” He said, thoughtful. “Are you clean now? You had any dick today?” He asked.

I shook my head. “You’re Danny, right….?” I asked. I wanted to be sure I was talking to the guy whose name I’d been given to me before I went much further. This guy didn’t seem very organised, in fact he seemed like a bit of a space cadet, so it made me wonder if he really had any customers looking for a fuck.

To my surprise he stood, suddenly realising he hadn’t introduced himself. “Oh my…. I’m Danny, yes. Danny Ladd. I own and run Ladd Logistics….. bit of a play on words…..” He grinned at me, moving around to my side of the desk. “Look, we’re just gonna ignore the usual formalities and ID checks… we’ll pretend we did those, right, and kinda retro-fit something later?” He looked at me as if I might say no. I just nodded. Yeah, let’s ignore any bullshit that might get in the way of me making money.

“Cool, cool, cool” he said. “Come sit over here on the couch. Proper casting couch, this,” he grinned. “And we’ll roll the cameras and do the interview. Just so you know, this goes in the catalogue for when my customers are choosing an escort, okay….?”

“You gonna want me to get naked…?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.

“You just want me to get naked” I said, sipping my flat white. “So you can explore what you left behind….?” Johny and me, we’d been sort-of boyfriends for the briefest time before he disappeared one day. I was kinda hurt by that, but it was the push I needed to get out from his step-brother’s control and go it alone.

I locked eyes with Johny’s. There it was, that dangerous whirlpool of lust. I took a deep breath. “Who’s paying?” I asked.

Danny nodded slowly, like he was worried that telling me I had to get naked might put me off. I looked him square in the eye. “You paying?” I asked. “Because you can do whatever you like, as long as I earn out of it.”

It was bold, but I was starting to get a sense of my worth. Twenties from my woodland guy and an amazing seventy from the businessman in the toilet block had made me curious about how far I could push it.

“I don’t often pay for auditions….” He said, but he trailed off, his head cocked to one side as he drank in my body with his eyes. I took off my jacket and started to unbutton my shirt, pulling it open to reveal my teen boy chest. I pouted at him.

“Ah shit….” He muttered. “Okay okay…. Cool, cool, cool…. But only fifty. I gotta make money out of you yet and we’re not even started. I don’t even know what you got.”

I nodded. Fifty would do. He pressed a button on the two cameras on tripods, and picked up a third hand-held. I didn’t wait for instructions. I slowly stripped off my school clothes until I was standing in just my underwear.

I could see his bulge through his pants. I had one too, my teen cock pretty much at full mast since I walked out of the elevator and into this guy’s office.

Danny gulped, obviously pleased and I got the sense he was counting how much money he was going to make off my ass. “If I call my brother, will you let me film him fucking you….?”

Brother….? I thought. It’s a weird kink, but it didn’t bother me. I climbed onto the couch and leaned over the back of it. I very slowly reached back and slid my underwear down, revealing my buttocks and hole. I dribbled some spit into my fingers and rubbed it in and began to finger myself for him. “Tell him to hurry up?” I said.

We paid and rushed to the washroom together, trying hard not to seem like we weren’t rushing to washroom together. “You’ll have to hurry up” I said. “Not like that was ever a problem” I teased.

He pushed me into the cubicle, kissing me, his hands all over me like a rash. A really pleasant rash. “Fuck, I love your body” he said.

“Fuck, I love that body!” The new guy said. He was very attractive. Not my usual type at all, younger than Danny and probably not that much older than me. Maybe nineteen or twenty? “I’m Johny” he said as he got right to work. He moved my hand away from my ass and he pulled my checks apart. He muttered something that sounded good before he fixed his mouth to my hole and spent a long, glorious time French kissing my ass and fingering me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I tried really hard not to whimper too much.

Danny prowled around the place with his hand-held. One minute he was shoving the lens in my face, the next he was around the back and filming as my hole was licked and poked. It was a little irritating, but I can’t deny I found being filmed like this was a massive thrill.

Johny shoved me face first against the wall and yanked my jeans down. He groped my ass, his fingers prodding and poking at my hole and making me hot for it. He ordered me to spit into his hand, which he smeared between my cheeks. I knew what was coming and it sent a lightning bolt of excitement from the nape of my beck to my hole.

He placed a hand under my chin, around my throat, and he tightened his grip just enough to let me know he was there but not really enough to choke me. He was a softie really. I placed my hands on the wall and he thrust, shoving that delicious cock of his right inside, all the way up.

The fingers and mouth were gone, swiftly replace by the head of a nice-sized dick pushing at my hole. I was slick back there and already a little open from having been fingered and stretched. The head of his dick popped in easily and I moaned. It felt so damn good. He kept pushing, shoving it all the way in and all the way up, no stopping.

I pushed my ass back and arched my back to get the best angle. I loved that feeling of a man’s hard dick sliding into me, the feeling of being full. I loved that this guy had liked me enough to get hard, to grip my hips like he was and to fuck into me with all his power. I felt slutty, and desired, and I felt incredible sexy.

“Fuck, he’s good. So tight, and hot too. You getting this?” He asked his brother.

“Fuck you’re still too good for me” Johny said as he flexed his hips and screwed me. I chuckled. I was getting hotter by the second. There was something about Johny’s dick that touched me in all the right places.

“What do you like most, stud?” I asked.

“I love how you’re so hot inside. And I love how tight you are. You grip me so fucking hard” he said between panting for breath.

I clenched and gripped him some more. I was blessed with a hot pocket and I knew that heightened the sensation for most guys. Johny wouldn’t last long. He never did.

All too soon the step-brother grunted. He pulled his cock out of my hole and a split second later I felt the heat of his cum up my back. I breathed deeply. I wish he’d gone on for longer, but I guessed that was better than nothing. I loved his dick. It was definitely the best cock I’d had inside me so far. It just kinda….fit.

Danny was still shooting, so I turned and took his brother in my mouth. They both gasped and I adored that sound. I’d surprised them, shocked them that I would suck his used dick. I loved it, and they loved it too.

I didn’t want to be carrying Johny’s babies today, so I pushed him back and spun around, dropping to my knees. I took him in my mouth and simulated my hole with my tongue and cheek. It took about thirty seconds for him to spew his muck down my throat. I sucked every last drop out of him before I stood and kissed him, the salty taste of his cum still in my mouth.

“You’re a dirty little fuck” he said through our kiss. He giggled and squeezed my ass. “And it turns me the fuck on!” He finished.

“And you’re still a good fuck” I said. “You must be because I don’t do anything for free these days.”

“Free….?” He asked with mock confusion. “I bought the fucking coffee….?”

We both laughed. “Where did we go wrong, kid?” He asked, suddenly wistful. “We could have been so good together.”

“Good and poor” I answered quickly. I didn’t want to get into a drawn out conversation about a relationship that was turbo-charged while it lasted, but ultimately not good for either of us. Johny was too possessive and too damn unreliable. I was too into getting laid by guys twice his age. I wasn’t ready to stop that, not yet anyway.

His smirk said it all. “You know Danny wants you back…..?”

Here it comes…..

“He asked me to…..”

“Fuck me and see if that would tempt me back….?” I said, growing annoyed.

He grinned in that way he had and his eyes sparkled at me. Damn those fucking eyes! “No, he said I should try to tempt you. The fuck was spontaneous and totally my idea.”

I snorted. I couldn’t stay mad. I kissed him long and deep like we used to. “Listen” I said when I’d got his full attention. “I learned loads from you and your stupid step-brother. But I’m not coming back to prop up his disorganised business.”

I arrived at the apartment that was mine to use while I entertained Ladd Logistics clients. It was in a pretty grubby part of town, it was small, and it was cheap. But it was a palace to me and a place where my sex education went into overdrive.

Danny’s “logistics” needed an overhaul though. I learned early on that nothing was what it was supposed to be. That first time was typical. I got to the apartment, I stripped down to my underwear and waited. Then my client showed up. Then my other client showed up on the wrong fucking day!

I stood in the doorway in my undies, two guys looking from each other, to me, to each other. As became usual, I bailed Danny out. “I’m sorry” I said. “Danny must have screwed up the booking.” Both guys looked pissed off. I saw an opportunity and I jumped at it. “But we’re all here and we’re all friends, right….?” I said with a coy smile. I put my hands on my hips and slowly slid my underwear down to my ankles. Standing, I said “If you play nicely I don’t mind if you share…..” It turned them on almost as much as it turned me on.

The guys went from glaring at one another as they tried to work out whether I was worth fighting over, to grinning at each other. They both nodded and as one they came forward, pushing me back into the single room.

I was pushed to my knees and both guys had their dicks out for me in no time at all. I sucked them both, one hand on one set of balls and the other on the other. I had their hands in my hair, touching my face, holding my head as they took turns to thrust. I took them both in my mouth at the same time, giggling and playing with them.

Then they wanted more and I was always ready to oblige. I was positioned on my hands and knees and they taught me the term “spit roast”. One hard cock slid along my tongue and down my throat while the other pounded my pussy like I was the last fuck on Earth. Then they swapped. They they swapped again. I’d never felt so slutty, so well used.

“Everything alright in here?” We both froze, realising we’d been pretty noisy. Then we ruined it by giggling like school kids. There was a bang on the cubicle door. “Hey, what’s going on in there….?”

Johnny, always the joker, unlocked the door and let it swing open. The cute waiter was greeted by the sight of me with my jeans and undies pulled right down, and Johnny with his cock out.

I was about to apologise and offer the waiter a nice fat tip to give us time to get dressed and get out of his way, but the look on his face made me think twice. His eyes were focussed on my junk and they were wide like he’d never seen something like this before. He was so young, not my type at all, but he was cute and his dark eyes were gorgeous. I notice the bulge in his tight black slacks was getting more prominent.

Johny must have noticed too because before I could react and say something, he was holding his hand out to the guy. I wasn’t completely surprised when the waiter took it and dumbly stepped forward into the stall with us.

“You serve great coffee” Johny said. “But do you know what a spit roast is…..?” and he chuckled to himself. The waiter looked shocked, so I placed my mouth on his. I opened wider, let my tongue flick against his. He relaxed quickly and we were soon kissing with passion. I felt down below and he was hard. Big, too, by the feel of it.

Johnny turned me around. It was cramped in here with three of us, but he sat on the toilet lid and pulled my head down to suck his dick again, my bare ass poking out behind me, just level with our new friend’s crotch.

As Johnny started to get hard in my mouth, he winked at the waiter. “That end’s all yours” he said.

I heard the rustle of fabric and looking between my legs I saw the waiter’s pants drop down around his ankles. His briefs followed, a sexy pair of red briefs that I really liked. The waiter took hold of my hips like a natural, and started to push his impressive dick into my tight, hot passage.

I moaned around Johny’s cock. I loved a long dick with a big head, and this waiter’s trouser snake was awesome. It seemed to burrow inside me, deep within. It took maybe thirty seconds before both men were doing me with passion, Johny fucking my face and the waiter really fucking my ass. It was hot and sticky and my own dick was leaking sticky goo.

I looked between my legs at the sticky goo leaking out of my dick. The strand of precum was all the way to the floor. The guy who seconds before had been balls-deep in my hole gently lifted my chin and slid himself into my open mouth. He held the sides of my face and fucked.

The other guy got into his position behind me and slowly pushed himself into my rectum. I took a long, deep breath through my nose. Did it get any better than this? I figured it couldn’t possibly. I was indoors in my secret palace, I had not one, but two guys skewering me in the most amazing way. I was getting paid good money. I was almost delirious.

I was brought around as the dick in my mouth started to pump great wads of salty, thick cum down the back of my throat. Almost at the same time the other guy spasmed and rocked forward, and he too his load go.

It took a few minutes for them to pull out and allow me to slump down onto the carpeted floor. I was exhausted, full of cum, and I felt so damn good. The guys dressed themselves, making lewd comments about me, telling what they’d do next time, casually discussing whether they could get a third involved and wondering whether sharing me would bring the price down.

I just lay there taking it all in. This was great. They got in, they screwed me, and now they were ready to get home in time for goodnight stories with the kids. They both said polite thank-you’s, and they left.

Johny came again, manfully giving me what he had left in the tank. I swallowed it down, my favourite flavour. The waiter though, he was still going strong. I didn’t complain. He cock was stunning and it was reaching places few cocks reached. I adjusted my position, arched my back some more, spread my legs from one side of the stall to the other.

The young guy saw that as his cue. He held onto my hips for dear life and he pumped that dick of his like his life depended on it. I whimpered, loving his passion and what the head of his dick was doing to my insides. Suddenly I was right there, right on the edge, hands-free. Two more thrusts and I was past the point of no return. The waiter tensed and as his dick throbbed away inside my passage. I shot my own juices down onto the toilet floor.

I was exhausted. That had been unexpected and fucking awesome. What a dick! What a fuck!

I got my breath back and got to my feet in my small sex-apartment. I jerked off where I stood, spunking into my hand and then licking my fingers clean. Danny owed me for the extra guy and I’d want a hefty tip for keeping him out of the shit. I giggled to myself, giddy with it all. How fucking good was this? Plenty of cash, satisfying sex, all on tap.

Danny had been grateful. He did pay me twice and he did offer up a generous bonus before I even asked. He asked if it was okay if he booked someone with me every evening next week. He said I was really popular and lots of guys wanted a turn. He even asked if I’d skip school for a morning fuck on one of the days. I hesitated at that, but of course I did it.

By the end of the month I was getting laid every day. Danny adored me and gave me as much cash as he could and Johny screwed me whenever he wanted. Whenever I wasn’t available they convinced clients to go with one of their other guys, all way older than me, but better than nothing until I was available. It was an awesome time. I just needed to work out what to do with all the cash.

The waiter pulled out of me slowly and carefully. He grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped me, then himself. Nice touch, I thought. I stood up on shaky legs and turned to thank him with a kiss. He was flushed red, part sex and part embarrassment.

“You ever done that…..?”

“No” he said, those glorious dark eyes wide, like he’d shocked himself.

“That’s quite a weapon you’ve got there” I said, reaching down and holding him in my palm. I thought for a second. This guy was close to my age. He looked young, no grey hairs or dad body, no powerful chest or strong arms and definitely no qualifying bank balance. But all that said, I wanted to see him again like I hadn’t wanted to see anyone again who didn’t pay. But I didn’t want to have that conversation here in front of Johnny.

“I need to get back to work….” He said, almost like he didn’t want to go.

“Go” I said with a wink. I mouthed “I’ll find you” to him, hoping dearly that he’d get it, and just go. He blushed again, but he smiled and nodded. He pulled up his pants and make a swift exit.

Johnny chuckled. “Shit, I love catching up with you” he said. “I gotta do it more often. I miss your ass, but I miss you more. Sexy times seem to seek you out!”

I smiled at him. “I think you miss the ass more. But that’s okay. Next time you’re paying. I’ll wear dark glasses so that trick you do with your eyes won’t work on me.

We both giggled and embraced. We suddenly realised we were half undressed, so we tidied ourselves up. “You go first” I said. “Tell your idiot step-brother I said thanks for thinking of me, but no. And call me. Maybe we’ll have dinner next month.”

He kissed my cheek. “Sure.” He said. “That’s what Danny said you’d say. Don’t send my call.” He winked, and he left.

I waited a couple of minutes before splashing water on my face and then leaving the rest room. I needed to find that waiter. I had the weirdest urge to get his number. No-one had made me cum like that and I was damn sure I needed to find out if that was a one-off, or what the hell.

To be continued...

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