Academy RB 4
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The next day after school, I went back to Brandon's place and he was in the bedroom with some guy. I felt a pang of jealousy, and I knew that was a mistake. I went to lie down in "my room," and study by British Literature assignment. I heard the front door close and him pawing around the apartment. The sound of ice being emptied into a glass. He came in to my room and sat on the bed at my feet. He handed me a piece of paper. "They are expecting you tomorrow after school at 4. The place is in the suburbs. Do you have uber in your phone?"
"No."
"Gimme." He played with the phone, took out his credit card and entered the info. "You'll need uber if you get into the business. You don't want to be taking a bus to rent out your body. Don't want to be sweaty." He massaged my lower leg and I watched him to see if there was any receptivity. I put my hand on his. He then looked at me, "No. No more."
"What should I wear?"
"I wish you did go to a school that wore uniforms, seriously. But look like a high school student. Your jeans, white t-shirt. Take your backpack and take anything you'll need to stay overnight. Don't put toilet paper in your underwear."
"LOL."
"No really. Some guys do that. Dick size is not as important as one thinks. They told me about stories of guys trying to shave their ass crack hair because they thought that would be sex but they'd cut their hole."
"OK. Any words of advice?"
"Have fun. Smile. Laugh. Admit you're nervous if you are, and you probably will be. Make sure your underwear is clean."
"What does the head of this, uhm, school look like, what's he like."
"He's in his fifties, don't whether it's on the high side or the low side. Pretty good shape. Little bit of a paunch, but I never saw him naked. Saw him in a bathing suit a few times. If you are asking because you want to be prepared to sleep with some older, creepy guy, that's not going to happen. I told you. He'll interview you. Ask some basic questions about life history. He'll want to know what happened with your family. He'll ask about your sex life. I'd prefer you not talk about our little fling. I think he'll like that you want to stay in school. He wants people with good judgment. If he has any hint of drugs, he'll slowly show you the door."
"I don't have anything going on about older men. I think I like the daddy thing. Paunch doesn't phase me."
"That's good. That will be a lot of your clientele. Hunky gym rats don't need rent boys, can't afford it."
"Ron, that's his name, though I don't think it's his real name, is a really nice guy. Very decent. Not creepy at all. And he really cares about his students, his boys. He takes good care of them and protects them. Guys after they leave and who get in trouble, will come back and he'll nurse them back, sometimes he'll pursue what he calls an exit strategy for them. Those for whom this life is not right."
"What are the things I should think about when I hook up with someone the first day? Tricks of the trade?"
"Well, like I said, and this might seem trite, but here it goes. Have fun. You don't have to play hard to get. There will surely be some dude there who you will want to fuck around with. And if there's someone who you like, approach him. Make the first move. Don't play hard to get. Be sexy but don't overact. Your best tool will be your tongue. Make it work for you. Use it everywhere that flows with it. Neck, armpit, ear, tease the ass and crack and hole. Work with your arms, not too fast, but patient and cool.
"Unless the guy wants it, don't fully undress too quickly. You are very hot in underwear, so stay that way for a while. Don't worry about where the camera is. There are several of them and they are very discreet.
"Nothing you do should seem contrived or fake or acting. Make it real. Talk. Say what comes to your mind. Again, real, be real. You are a smart guy and you should use that. Guys find smart guys much more sexy than stupid, silly twinks. That's not to say you should talk about algebra or the solar system or spin out some trivia.
"I think people think tricks want us to be stupid and vacuous and silly. That's not true. They want a challenge.
"And Ron will want to see that, too. A stupid guy is one without any instinct or smarts to stay out of trouble.
"The key is that Ron feels you are having fun or will be able to make a good go of it. Oh, and one other thing, don't let someone bareback you on the trial run thing. That shows a lack of judgment at the very beginning."
"What else?"
"Use the bathroom before you get into it with the guy. You don't want to stop in the middle and pee. Though, if you have to, you have to. If it feels right, invite the guy into the bathroom with you."
"What should I wear? Can you help me?"
"We can go on a shopping trip after school tomorrow. Again, you want to feel comfortable with what you wear, and sexy. You want to feel hot and handsome, so dress that way. Not like a slut or twink. Like a hot, young man. It might be hot to dress like you'd dress to go to school. A trick is going to love that he's fucking a high school student. So be a high school student. This will not be all that important. But the clothes should be clean and good shape."
"I shouldn't smell bad."
"Yeah, right. That wouldn't be good. But down the road, it might be a good thing. I have a regular who likes me to come over to see him after the gym, without showering. He likes to clean me, wash me, I mean. I like it."
"Is it going to be like that? I mean, like, guys who want me to be sweaty? Want me to shit on them or piss on them? Tie them up, or me?"
"It's not going to be all vanilla, but you should ask them if they want something special when you set it up."
"What are things that you've done, on the fetish side, and what you wouldn't do."
"I've been asked to dress like a girl, and funny enough it's something I didn't want to do, and here's why. I know myself and I didn't think I could get hard dressing up like a girl. But I have worn silky, girl's panties. That's fine. I've faked a rape scene where I fake attacked a guy while his boyfriend watched, tied up. I tied him up, too, and tortured him with tickling, ice and candle wax. He came a whole bunch, like a fountain or a firehouse.
"I have been asked to shit on someone, more than once, and I didn't, even for $400. For that money, I would if I had it in me, so to speak. Over the years I've become more selective and, at the same time, more as they say tolerant, though I don't really like that word. I once told myself that I'd not pee on someone, but now I would. It might be that I was once more pee shy."
"I am pee shy."
"So don't promise it."
"What do they teach you?"
He smiled. "I'll tell you a story. Back then they used a few personal trainers, but there was one who I was rally attracted to. He was a Latino guy with an almost perfect body. He had perfect amount of flesh, enough to hold on to but you could see every pulse of his body everywhere. It felt like he was a tiger always ready to pounce. His ass was fleshy and no hair and his hole had this perfect pucker and seemed to be slightly wet all the time.
"And it was no surprise that one of the things he taught was a series of exercise to build a beautiful ass. Wonderful shape, a little jiggle, fleshy so when you were fucking it you were getting the maximum friction and it grabbed your dick or finger.
"One time he was giving me private lesson and we were on the floor and he was showing me sit ups. He said I wasn't doing it right. You're hole should be opening and closing, breathing, your's is just tight.' He pulled off my work out shorts. He directed me to lift my legs at a 90 degree angle and to try the exercise. But I was even more clenched than ever. OK, I am going to play with your hole while you do it.' What, I asked. `Don't worry.' But I was. I was worried I was going to cum without touching my dick. It was rock hard. He played and played, licked his fingers. He took his shorts off and got on his back, lifting his legs up. Now, watched me. It was the first time I saw is crack and his hole and I gasped out loud. It was so beautiful. I deep red color, and it was breathing in and out. I saw that he was pretty hard, too. I asked him if I could feel his hole. He nodded and I did, gently and leaving me in heaven. We were completely quiet and then he got up and took my head and directed it under his legs. I was right at the door of his ass, and he gave me one more push and I licked his hole. He seemed to hold on to my tongue with his hole. I reached around and felt his dick, which was rock hard and had lots of pre cum on it. I put my fingers in his wet asshole and started to give him a blowjob. He moved me around and almost like a ballet he pushed his dick in my ass and fucked me really hard. After awhile he pulled out and his dick exploded all over the place. I had cum all over my face and it shot me in the eye. He pushed me down and blew me, and I came in his mouth."
"Wow," I said. "I think I am going to cum that way in a second or two."
"I have to save mine up. I have a client in a few and he likes me to cum on him."
But then, right there in the coffee shop, reached down and pulled my hard dick out of my jeans and started to stroke me. "Act natural," he ordered. I tried. He kept me going for about 20 minutes and I came all over his hand and onto the floor. Quite naturally he withdrew his hand from under the table and started to lick me cum off, talking to me quite like nothing had happened.
"That's what they'll teach you at RB Academy." He got me a few napkins and I cleaned myself off. Meanwhile, he checked his phone. "By the way, you are seeing Ron day after tomorrow. Gotta go." When I gathered myself and pulled my stuff together, I calmly walked out with a detour to the bathroom. The barrista, a cute latino guy, followed me in. He peered over the urinal as a peed and handed me a piece of paper. He had a wide smile on. Did he know? Had Brandon done this with someone else there? Redfaced, I walked out of the coffee shop, smiling a little at the guy. Outside, I opened the piece of paper. "Will be done in ? hour." And his phone number.
I didn't call him, though. I had to save up my cum for my audition two days from then.