Boy For Hire - 3. Chapter 3 - Open For Business

I sat on the bench near one of the larger stores and waited for my first nibble, since I was beginning to feel like a fisherman trolling for tuna. Even though it was winter, I dressed in a pair of real flimsy shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt, cut off a couple of inches above my navel. A couple of older gentlemen eyed me for a while, but no one approached. It was like that until the late afternoon, when school let out. A couple of good-looking older boys came over and sat by me and said ‘hello,’ and I felt they were thinking about asking me something, but were too shy to continue. I, being new at this, wasn’t sure how to approach them either. Damn, I hated that I’d missed an opportunity, especially since they were young and good-looking, but they might still come back. Besides, I wasn’t exactly desperate yet.

After dinner an attractive businessman, I guessed he was in his early thirties, sat beside me on the bench. He remained still and kept watching me out of the corner of his eye until he’d decided the coast was clear. Then, he bent over and whispered in my ear.

“Are you interested in making a little money?” I nodded my head in reply. “Then follow me.”

He got up and walked into the store next to where we were sitting and I followed at a safe distance. He walked to the rear of the building and in the direction of a very private restroom that I had scoped out earlier. When I entered, he was just finishing up going around and checking to make sure the place was empty.

“Tell you what, kid,” he began as he addressed me, “I’ll give you $10.00 if you’ll let me blow you and $20.00 if you’ll blow me too.”

“Twenty for either,” I shot back bravely, “or forty for both.”

He eyed me suspiciously, but then agreed to my terms. He then led me over to the rear stall, we went inside and he locked the door behind us.

“Money first,” I demanded, while holding out my hand.

He reached into his pocket, extracted a wad of bills and handed me a couple of twenties.

“I’ll do you first,” he instructed, and I nodded my head to let him know I understood and agreed.

I quickly dropped my shorts to the floor, and since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I got on my knees on the toilet seat, facing him. This way, anyone entering would see only one pair of feet in the stall. He squatted in front of me, carried out a close inspection of the tool he’d just rented and then took my penis in his hand. His hand was very soft and tender, so just his touch was turning me on, and then he lovingly kissed the head of my cock, before he started to lick it. As he ran his tongue all around the glans, my penis immediately awoke from its slumber and Cyclops was now ready to play.

The guy’s tongue slurped all around, as well as up and down my engorged member, like a mother cat cleaning her kitten. When he finally engulfed my young piece of flesh with his hot, hungry mouth, he immediately began to bob up and down on it. At the same time, he used his other hand to sweetly stroke my testicles and tug playfully at my scrotum. This multiple action soon brought me to orgasm and I rewarded him with several honey-coated spurts of my boy juice in exchange for one of the Andrew Jacksons he had already given me. Without saying a word, he licked his lips, winked and then exposed his own weapon.

Damn! It was the biggest one I had seen so far and was about 9” [22.5 cm] long, pretty thick and circumcised. It was larger than I had figured on, so I knew this cock was going to stretch my jaw and throat to the limits. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue out at his swollen, purple head and tested the waters. His manhood was leaking pre-cum, which had a pungent, salty taste to it, but it wasn’t bad. I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his glans and then let it trace along one of the clearly visible veins that ran up and down the length of his pulsating shaft.

Just as he’d done to me, I fondled his balls with my free hand and tickled the sensitive skin, as I played with the watery nuggets contained within, because I hoped doing this would bring him off as quickly as possible. As my lips began to slide down the sides of his slippery head, it forced my jaws to spread wide open, as I flicked my tongue into the slit in the tip. Doing this extracted a low, throaty groan from the guy, so I felt my actions must have been satisfactory and slid my mouth farther down his pole. I was careful not to let my teeth scrape along the skin, as my lips moved farther down his dick. I swallowed about 4 or 5 inches [10 – 12.5 cm] before I started to gag, so I instinctively pulled back a little. Then, I started to bob up and down on just the upper portion of his flagpole.

The longer I sucked on his prick, the more of it I was able to take and the farther down its length I descended. I never got more than six inches [15 cm] into my throat before he blasted me with the fruit of his loins and several ropes of his sticky liquid shot down my throat. I swallowed his cum quickly, so I wouldn’t choke on it, and then I sucked his man teat completely dry of its masculine milk and let his dick fall from my mouth. As I looked up into his face, he smiled and spoke.

“You’re kind of new at this, aren’t you?” he asked, and I nodded and blushed, while thinking he was going to ask for a refund. “You didn’t do badly for a rookie though, so I guess you earned your money. Thanks kid. Maybe I’ll see you around again.”

With that said, he exited the stall, but I waited until I heard the men’s room door close behind him before I did the same. As I waited, I thought about what had just happened and felt it wasn’t too bad. His load was a slightly bitter and a little salty, but his cum was still better tasting than some of the medicines I had to swallow when I was sick. He also seemed fairly pleased with how I’d performed, so he walked away a satisfied customer and someone who might return for an encore. That’s what I’d have to do in the future and keep the men who hired me satisfied, so they’d come back for more.

When I finally got off the toilet seat, I pulled my shorts up and then rubbed my knees and legs for a while. They were slightly sore and stiff from the amount of time I’d knelt on them, because that toilet seat was pretty hard. I think I’m going to have to get kneepads or find another way to do my business.

I decided to eat dinner next and took a rest. After all, forty bucks wasn’t too bad for my first effort. I knew I’d been fairly bold by demanding more money than he had originally offered, but my gamble paid off. Now, I had a better idea as to what my services were worth and what I could charge in the future. All in all, I felt this was better than living with some old drunk who used me as target practice or a workout.

After my meal, I strolled around outside the theater entrance for a while. It was getting late and I was just about ready to call it a night when I was approached again. This time it was a guy in his late twenties and he was dressed in jeans, golf shirt and a windbreaker.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked, breaking the ice.

“No, not really,” I replied, while eyeing him.

“Are you looking for someone then?” he followed, raising my hopes.

“Yeah, kind of,” I agreed, and it appeared he was thinking about my response before he continued.

“Well, I’m kind of looking for someone, too,” he offered. “Would you be interested?”

“What did you have in mind?” I quickly challenged, to make sure what his intentions were.

“I’m a little horny,” he admitted, while raising his eyebrows hopefully.

“And…?” I prodded, to clarify what he meant.

“I thought you could help me get some relief,” he added.

“What exactly do you want?” I added, since I wanted to know more.

“Oh, a blowjob would be good or a nice piece of ass,” he countered.

“Well, it’s twenty for a BJ or forty for a fuck,” I replied quickly, but he took a second before he answered.

“I guess a blowjob would do just nicely then,” he agreed.

“Follow me,” I said dryly.

I then led him around the end of the mall and headed toward the rear of the structure. Once we were behind the two large dumpsters I’d spotted earlier, I continued my instructions.

“Let me see what you’ve got and I need the money up front,” I announced, confidently – at least I wanted him to think I was self-assured.

The guy undid his pants and lowered them, along with his boxers, after he had removed his wallet. He dug into it, pulled out two tens, handed them to me and then shook his 6.5” [16 cm] circumcised cock at me. It was only average girth, so I figured this would be no problem after the last guy and knelt down in front of him to begin my ministrations. He must have been extremely horny, because he began moaning and thrusting into me nearly as soon as I’d swallowed his rod. This made me wonder just what movie he had seen. It took him less than five minutes before he deposited his load and then went on his way. That’s not bad, twenty dollars for five minutes of work. I guess I’ll have to figure out what that works out to on an hourly basis.

Now that I was done working for the day, I made my way back to my sleeping area and got ready to turn in for the night. To my amazement, things had gone fairly well today and I was pleased with my ingenuity. I had worked this out all by myself, with no adults needed to guide me, and it appeared as if I was going to be able to survive. It might even be possible that I could afford to get my own place sometime in the future, although I still had to figure out who would rent to someone as young as me. After I’d prepared the area so I could go to sleep, I searched the stars and moon for any sign of what my future might hold. It was very relaxing looking up into the nighttime sky and I soon drifted off, with the cloudless firmament as my roof.

When I awoke the next morning, I had to wait a while before I could use the park restroom to freshen up and brush my teeth, because it hadn’t been unlocked yet. I stayed out of sight until someone came around to do that and then I went in to get ready for the new day. This situation would have been perfect, if they just had a shower in there for me to use, but I would make do with what was available. I remained dressed in the same clothes I had worn yesterday and headed back to my designated seat at the mall. I’d only been there a couple of hours before one of the older gentlemen, whom I had seen the previous day, approached where I was seated.

“How much do you charge, son?” he asked, quite matter-of-factly.

“Twenty for a blowjob, either way.”

“How about I give you ten to just see you naked while I whack myself off?” he countered.

“No touching between us then?” I followed, just to be certain I understood the ground rules.

“None,” he agreed.

“Ok. Follow me,” I confirmed, before I turned to walk away.

I led him to the restroom located in the back of the same store as yesterday, since I’d judged it to be one of the most secure for business purposes. I then moved to the back corner of the stall and used the commode to block any sign of my legs or feet from view of anyone else, before I requested the money. He handed me an Alexander Hamilton and I pulled down my shorts and just stood there. The old guy pulled out his 7” [17.5 cm] uncut cock and literally beat the piss out of it.

I had never seen or heard of anyone being quite so aggressive or abusive to his own meat, but after several minutes of this violent pounding, the old guy shot his wad all over the toilet. He then cleaned up, put his dick away and thanked me. I pulled up my shorts and waited for him to leave the restroom, before I did the same. I then went back to my ‘reserved seat’ and spent the rest of the day with little or no interest from any of the other shoppers.

Things were pretty slow for the next couple of days, but it began to pick up again as the weekend came around. Even though he hadn’t yet approached me, I had seen this same teenage boy hanging around and staring at me nearly every day I’d been here. Whenever I looked in his direction, he would always smile and sometimes say ‘hi’ or give me a little wave, so I had a feeling he was trying to gather up enough courage to do more, but as of yet that hadn’t happened.

About ten or twelve days after I’d first arrived in the area, I was paid for my first fuck as a boy-whore. In preparation for this activity, I’d purchased a fanny pack to keep a tube of KY and a few condoms in it, because I wasn’t going to do this without protection. I understood I couldn’t afford to take unnecessary risks while doing this, so I made sure I was prepared for every situation, even if my customers weren’t.

I took the guy to the most obscure restroom in the mall, which I’d discovered by accident earlier, but it was perfect for this purpose. The stall walls went all the way to the floor, so no one could tell if there was more than one person in there at a time. For that reason, it seemed like the best place to conduct my ‘business’ and explained to my ‘John’ that he had to wear the condom or the deal was off.

After he put the rubber on, lubed it up and I’d greased up my ass, he had me bend over the toilet and place my hands on the wall above the flushing mechanism. He then moved in behind me and slipped his 7” [17.5 cm] cock into my ass. I felt a little pain, but not much, as he began sliding in and out of me. He worked me hard and fairly fast, but I was feeling more enjoyment from this than I was willing to acknowledge. It’s possible this was partially due to the fact that his cock was rubbing against my prostate and eliciting a great deal of pleasurable sensations, which started coursing through my frame. Since I was unwilling to own up to what I was doing and what I’d become, I attempted to block this fact out of my mind. I was still contemplating this dilemma when he suddenly emptied the contents of his scrotum into the condom.

Having completed his release, he removed the rubber, flushed it down the toilet and exited the stall. Once he’d gone, I cleaned up the area between my legs from the excess lube, pulled up my shorts and left the stall. I also took a break before repositioning myself on the bench and trolling for my next score. It was then that I saw the same teen again. He was staring in my direction and it looked as if he wanted to approach me, but he merely nodded and then left.

I had been working the mall for several weeks now and managed to accumulate a fair amount of cash, so I went to one of the local banks and opened an account, so I wouldn’t have to carry all of my earnings around. What I did carry with me, I kept some it in my right sock, just over the instep and under the laces of my Nikes. The rest was pushed in the side of my left sock where I could retrieve it quickly and easily for everyday use. Before going into one of the stores or restaurants to buy something, I always went somewhere out of sight first and removed some of the money first, so others wouldn’t see where I kept it.

I had a pretty steady business and never went more than three days without some kind of action, but I’d even had some repeat customers. The only thing that wasn’t working out like I wanted was the good-looking teen boy who still hadn’t approached me. Most of the time he was alone when I saw him, but sometimes he would appear with a friend, but he never did more than smile, wave or say ‘hello.’ I was really curious about what he was up to or what he might want from me, but I still hadn’t found out. I was forced to put any thought of him out of my mind, however, as I serviced another customer.

It was now early March, but I was still living in the park. Things were going fairly well, as long as I didn’t dwell on exactly what I was doing to earn money, but my bank account was growing. If I kept going like this, I would soon have enough money for the first couple of months’ rent, as well as the security deposit for my own apartment, provided I could find a landlord willing to rent to someone my age. I knew I had enough money to do this, because I’d been checking out the ‘free’ local rental magazines long enough to know approximately what I needed before I actually started to look for a place. I’d just have to convince the landlord I was old enough to be on my own.

I was spending another afternoon at my favorite spot when I saw that same teenager again. This time he walked over, sat next to me and said more than just ‘hello’.

“You live around here?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” I lied. “I’m fairly new in town though.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d seen you around much before the past few months,” he agreed. “My name’s Jeremy.”

“Trevor,” I responded. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same here. So where do you go to school?” he followed, which caused me to wrack my brain for a suitable answer.

“I’m home schooled,” I answered, because I figured that would be the most difficult situation for him to check out.

“Oh, that must get pretty boring, with no other people around,” he commiserated.

“Yeah, it is kind of lonely when you don’t have anyone else your age around,” I concurred, although I wasn’t merely responding about the school part of it, but the fact that I’d been lonely being on my own for so long.

“I don’t live too far from here,” he stated. “Maybe you could come over sometime and we could hang out.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” I agreed. “I could definitely use a friend around here.”

“This can be a really lonely place without any friends,” he added. “I’ve got a few other friends, so I could introduce you to them too. Would you like that?”

“Sure. It sounds great, Jeremy,” I agreed. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Well, I should be heading home now, because I’ve got a family obligation tonight,” he announced. “When would you like to get together?”

“I don’t know, whatever is best for you, I guess,” I responded. “I’m pretty flexible, seeing I make my own schedule, more or less.”

“Yeah, right,” he replied. “Well today is Tuesday, so how about Friday afternoon then?”

“Yeah, that would be fine,” I confirmed. “Do you want me to meet you here then?”

“Yes, that would be great, Friday after school it is then,” he repeated. “Take care, Trevor, and I’ll see you again at the end of the week.”

“Great and thanks for inviting me, Jeremy,” I agreed. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He left and I was more than a little excited about my upcoming ‘date.’ Besides being friendly, Jeremy was drop-dead gorgeous, at least as far as I was concerned. He was about 5’9” [175 cm], had black wavy hair, the palest blue eyes I’d ever seen and I thought he was maybe a year or two older than me. Although I couldn’t see under his clothing, he appeared to have a very fine body, possibly athletic, and I loved his somewhat shy demeanor.

From the way he was dressed, and judging from the amount of money spent on orthodontia, I’d guess his parents had some bucks. I’d have to devise a story and family history before I spent any time with him or met his friends though. I couldn’t tell him my true story, not yet anyway. Who knows what I might be willing to share with him about my past if we do eventually become friends though. Maybe I could actually confide in him and work out some of these emotions I’d buried deep below the surface. Maybe down the road I might even find someone who would love me as much as I loved them. That would be nice, if only it could happen, but I didn’t dare raise my hopes just yet.

From Tuesday afternoon until Thursday, I made several more contacts and earned quite a bit more money. Wednesday night was the best though. This guy in his forties, who was tall and balding, but in decent shape, offered me fifty dollars if I’d let him fuck me and I agreed. He took me to a sleazy little roadside motel and we spent the night. I had my fanny pack, with the KY, condoms and a few other necessities with me before I went with him and explained I would only do it if he wore a condom. He argued with me about it at first and even offered an extra $20 if I’d let him go bareback, but I told him I wouldn’t even consider it. The were just too many negatives involved, such as the fear of contracting AIDS or some other STD, so he reluctantly gave in.

The guy had a fairly large cock, about 8” [20 cm] and cut, but it was on the thin to medium side when it came to thickness. He got what he wanted and there was very little pain for me. We even spent the rest of the night in the room and I got to sleep in a real bed for the evening, which was nice. In the morning, I was able to shower before he took me back to the mall, which was another nice fringe benefit.

As soon as he dropped me off, I walked to the park next, since I wanted to be able to change, but didn’t want him to see where I was staying, before I went back to work. Thursday was actually kind of slow until the evening, but once it started to get dark things picked up. It was then that a decent looking younger guy, I assumed to be in his twenties, asked how much I’d charge for a blowjob. After we agreed on a price, and since it was almost time for the mall to close, I took him to the secluded spot behind the dumpsters at the rear of the mall.

This guy was really built, with powerful arms, a big chest and huge legs. He had a nearly 7” [17 cm] chubby, cut cock and I hummed a few bars on his joystick. After he fed me his cream, he fastened his pants and then unexpectedly pounced on me. I was caught completely by surprise and he knocked the stuffing out of me. He not only pummeled me with his fists, but he also kicked me with his feet, before he reached into my left sock, where he saw me slip his twenty earlier, and stole all of the cash I had there.

“Dirty little faggot. That will teach you to charge for doing something you love to do,” he spat out. “You should be paying me for the pleasure of tasting my awesome morsel, so maybe this will knock some sense into your sick little ass.”

He then spun around and left, but I was too dazed and in too much pain to notice where he went. Blood was running down my face and going into my mouth and eyes, from the cuts I’d sustained from his punches. I then began to stagger back to the cinema entrance into the mall, although I was barely conscious, and as I neared the doors, one of the movies was just letting out. A bunch of people started rushing past me, unwilling to offer me assistance, until suddenly someone stopped and grabbed me by the arm. That person led me to a bench, head me sit down and looked at my bruised and bloody face.

“Trevor, is that you?” the voice asked, and as I looked up I could barely make out his features, but it was Jeremy. “Shit, man, what the fuck happened to you?”

“Some guy just kicked the crap out of me and stole my money,”

I explained.

“Hell, we’ve got to get you to your house fast,” he announced, which caused me to panic at his suggestion.

“Uh… nobody’s there. My… uh… my parents went away for a few days,” I stammered, as I offered up another lie.

“Then you’re coming home with me,” he announced. “I doubt anyone will be there either, but at least I can get you cleaned up and you can sleep in my room tonight. Shit, man, do you think you need to see a doctor?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” I assured him, although I wasn’t sure how convincing I was. “I just need to wash up a little. I’ve taken worse beatings than this.”

“You have?” he asked incredulously. “Who the fuck could have messed you up worse than this?”

“Some guy at my old school,” I lied once more. “He didn’t like me talking to his girl and hurt me really bad. Broke a rib and everything.”

“Fuck, you’re going to have to watch where you’re hanging out and who you talk to then,” he quipped. “My house isn’t far from here, so do you think you can walk there?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine,” I replied, although I wasn’t nearly as confident as I sounded.

“If by some strange chance my father is home,” Jeremy added, “I’ll have him look you over, because he’s a doctor.”

Well, that confirmed my suspicions about his family’s financial status.

“Thanks, but all I want to do is get somewhere where I can clean up and rest,” I insisted.

We then set off into the night and made our way to Jeremy’s place. He took me to his room, but I didn’t see anyone else around. His told me his parents were out for the evening and explained he was an only child, so the house was empty, except for us. Tenderly, he cleaned my cuts and applied an antiseptic spray to them. It stung like hell, but he said he had to use it, so the cuts wouldn’t become infected. He then took me to his room and helped me get comfortable on one side of his king-size bed. He even allowed me to stay in the clothes I was in, because I felt he didn’t want to aggravate my injuries by attempting to take anything off. Then he stripped down to his underwear and slid in beside me, after making sure I was comfortable. If I hadn’t been in so much pain, I might have enjoyed Jeremy’s company for the night.