"Just sit quietly, they will be here soon," Ronnie told me, pulling the organza fabric up over the top of the basket and securing it with a pink ribbon bow. I squirmed uncomfortably in the small wicker basket that contained me.
This was my second job for BoyGram. The first job I ended up with an older man, like fifty something, for a week. He just wanted to watch me jerk off a few times each day and the rest I got to spend on his couch watching TV or swimming in his pool. I didn't even think he liked me, but he gave me a three hundred dollar tip on top of the $3500 boy rental fee, so he must have liked what he saw.
I know what you're thinking and NO I am not a prostitute. BoyGram is a boy rental service for gay men, you have to commit to a week and I get inspected at checkout and check-in times.. I'm not the most popular boy there. Most guys want a hot muscle stud, I'm a thin short blonde boy, but I have a cute face and a tight little ass, so I have gotten a few clients interested.
Today, I was beginning my week as an anniversary gift. Some guy wanted a BoyGram for his partner of ten years and so here I am, wrapped in a basket, sitting at the back door of a HUGE house in Dallas. They booked the full week and it was enough money to pay my semester's tuition and have a little left over for bills.
I'm completely naked, but it's about 85 degrees in the shade, so I'm doing ok. Still, it's a little creepy. The first client I had just had me come to a hotel room. Ronnie checked out the place before having the guy sign for me and leaving. Not that BoyGram doesn't thoroughly check out all their clients, but they do a place check, just to be sure.
Ronnie's like a big, bouncer guy, and if he isn't satisfied, he doesn't leave me and the clients lose their $1,200 deposit. More than that, Ronnie's been dying to top me and he's very protective of the boys he takes care of.
Ronnie leans down and whispers, "You ok Aaron? Just say `ouch' if you don't like the look of these guys."
"I'm fine!" I hear a car pulling up the long driveway and then see a red Mercedes pull through to a spot under a large oak.
Two bronzed gods emerged from the Mercedes. They're older, maybe mid-40's, both in pricey suits that hug their lean chiseled bodies. Catching a glimpse of Ronnie, the taller man puts his hands in front of the other man's face.
"Oh your present is here Nathan!" the taller man exclaims, "No peeking!"
Ronnie looks down at me and I give him a nod and a wink. Besides, I have a cell phone in my backpack that I have to answer every 8 hours when the service calls, otherwise Ronnie comes running back here, gun at the ready.
Ronnie makes his way over to the men who have their backs turned to me, I hear them making arrangements. This part always seems to be the longest, not knowing what will happen when Ronnie leaves.
Finally, Ronnie backs away and Nathan and the taller man make their way towards me. The taller man covers Nathan's eyes, his cheeks a little flustered. They make their way right up to my basket and I pray they won't step on me.
Finally, the taller man pushes Nathan's head down and then takes his hands away. Nathan's eyes bug out and he almost falls backwards, but bumps against the tall man's sturdy chest.
"Robert?... Explain?" Nathan keeps his eyes focused on me, and then trains them slowly down my chest, staring in shock at my uncovered package.
Robert laughs, "Happy Anniversary! I got you the bottom twink you always wanted! He's ours for the week!" Robert beams triumphantly as though he'd trapped me in the wild. I look down, feeling the heat of their gaze.
"Well," Nathan says in a lighter tone, "Let's get him inside." Robert uses one hand to easily lift the basket, with me inside, and the other hand to unlock the back door.
I turned as we went through and saw Nathan pick up my backpack that had been lying against the wall. It had my clothes for the week... I didn't usually need much, and a few toys, always best to bring your own. You don't want to risk a second-hand toy, that's against company policy.
Robert tossed his keys into a silver dish, I hoped he wouldn't toss the basket too, but I kept my mouth closed, we were only to speak when spoken to or in emergency. I needed a big tip this week too, so I follow the rules.
Robert lifted the basket up to the table and set me down like a centerpiece. They huddled over me, massive, god-like men, and studied me. I kept my eyes down, not sure what to do.
"Does he... does he talk?" Nathan whispered.
"According to the brochure, he only speaks when addressed or pleasured," Robert quoted, as though he had it in front of him.
"What is your name boy?" Nathan asked, directing his voice to my still covered basket.
"Aaron... sir," I answered in a faint, humbled voice, looking up to his chest.
"Oh let's open him up!" Nathan laughed and tore off the bow. The transparent organza fell around my basket and I looked up at two eager sets of eyes.
Robert reached his hands out and lifted me from the basket, setting my 5'6" frame on the cold tile floor. My body gave a quick shudder as I stretched, freed from the wicker trapping.
"Are you cold boy?" Robert asked in a gentle tone, hooking a finger under my chin.
"No sir," I lied, feeling the ceiling fan blow down my back. I kept my arms at my side, and looked up, as directed by his finger, into his warm brown eyes.
"Look at those baby green eyes," Nathan said, putting his head against Robert's shoulder to get a better look at me.
"Simply beautiful, eh?" Robert prodded, "Nothing but the best for my Nathan." Robert hugged his partner to his side. It would have sounded hollow except for the genuine look of pleasure in Robert's eyes as he stared, not at me, but at Nathan.
He leaned over to kiss his partner and I suddenly felt intrusive on this private event, but then they finished, quickly, and turned their attention back to me.
"You know," Nathan began thoughtfully while tracing a finger down my chest, "We DO have dinner reservations. I made them for 8."
"Well that gives us an hour to get Aaron settled in," Robert laughed and then easily lifted me up into his chest. This man must have been 6 foot 5 inches. His chest was carved of pure granite and his warm arms felt nice around my back, his sun-touched palms holding my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my face into the crook of his neck.
"Aww, he's a lap boy all right." Robert laughed.
He ran up the stairs with me, Nathan in tow and then pushed through a set of heavy French doors, before tossing me through the air onto an oversized plush bed. I landed against the softest suede covered down comforter, and rolled over onto my back, then sat up against the leather headboard, drawing my knees into my chest and just under my chin.
Robert and Nathan struggled against their ties, shirts, pants, until finally the two men stood before me in matching white silk boxers. Robert's dark and lightly furred chest caught the afternoon sun that streamed through the light curtains. Nathan's chest, smooth and white but no less impressive heaved steadily as he stared at his present. I bit my lip imagining what they would do to me.
But at first, they did nothing to me, they went for each other, kissing, petting, grabbing, hands sliding down the back of Nathan's boxers, other hands rubbing slowly up Robert's back. This was a pair that had no shortage of passion. I began to feel a little left out. Why would they EVER need BoyGram and why would they EVER have to pay for it? I was baffled.
The two pairs of boxer shorts made their way down chiseled legs and ended up in a huddled pile at the men's feet as Robert kissed his way up Nathan's neck, he turned to regard me. I wasn't the centerpiece of this cake, not yet at least. Then slowly they made their way to the bed, a mass of muscles came crashing down as I scrambled out of the way and into the pillows.
Their bodies quickly untangled and they lay back against the comforter, naked and laughing. I had never seen such powerful men passionately encumbered.
"Come here boy," Robert said reassuringly as his arm fumbled over his head, a hand catching my ankle. Robert easily dragged me down and then used his other hand to lift me up, over his head, and rest me against his chest.
The two of them slid up the bed, sitting up against the headboard and I came to rest in Robert's lap, staring up at the interested strangers.
"Look at those eyes, are you scared Aaron?" Nathan said, reaching out to rub the back of my neck. I felt Robert's steel meat snaking it's way up my backside and nodded. They both laughed and Robert pulled me in against his chest, bringing our faces closer together.
He leaned up a little to bring his lips to mine, it felt a little awkward with Nathan staring over at us, but I felt a hard pair of lips aggressively overtake mine, a tongue sliding past my lips. His hands rubbed up and down my back, then down to cup my cheeks, parting them slightly.
I felt a finger rub slow circles around my hole and then this warm and wet feeling wormed its way inside me. I traced my eyes across Robert's and noticed Nathan wasn't next to him anymore. He was behind me, working his tongue into me.
I'd never had that done before. It sent a warm chill through my body and I squirmed on his tongue, making contented moans around Robert's tongue.
"You like that baby?" Robert asked, peeling his lips off of mine. I nodded in lost ecstasy, my eyes having trouble keeping focused. Robert began to grind his hips up under me, sliding his cock between my hole and Nathan's tongue.
"Think it'll fit Nate?" he laughed as I nervously bit against his nipple.
"It's a tight little cherry down here, but we'll get there." Nathan assured; then went back to work loosening me up.
It slowly started to hit me that they were serious on invading me, but Nathan's tongue and Robert's heavy rod rubbing between my cheeks were both distracting forces. I relaxed in Robert's hands and laid my head against his chest. A strong hand gently massaged my neck as Robert whispered, "relax baby, it'll fit."
Nathan continued his lapping assault, his expert tongue working slow circles to loosen me up. He added a finger to the mix that worked its way in beside the tongue. It felt a little crowded until it glided over my happy spot; that pushed my cock to full mast and dug my fingernails into Robert's chest.
"Ouch, fuck boy," Robert pulled my hand off his chest, "easy baby."
"Sorry sir," I stammered, "just never had that feeling before."
Nathan giggled and quickly slid in another finger, delighted at finding my magic button. I began to grind my hole against his fingers, searching to prolong that feeling. It sent a warm shiver over my body and a soft, "fuuuuuucccckkkkk" escaped my lips.
"Oh this boy's ready for a stiff fucking," Robert growled, biting down softly on my ear. "Yeah, gonna breed this boy good." His deep voice chilled me but also had a reassuring daddy tone that made me quite agreeable.
"Uh huh," Nathan added, "me first?"
"Ok ok, I guess he is your present, but save some for me, I'm gonna make him shoot." Robert affirmed.
With that, Robert lifted me up and off of him, laying me down on my back next to him. Nathan jumped off the bed and brought over a small tray of condoms and a bottle of wet. He slicked up a few fingers and went back to working them inside me as I pulled up my legs and tucked them behind my arms, displaying my hole for the two assailants.
Nathan leaned down and slid three gooey fingers into me, the lube felt warm and tingly. Robert kneeled down on the floor beside his husband and tore open a condom package with his teeth and then placed it between his teeth.
I watched as he leaned down and put his mouth on Nathan's full mast, slowly engulfing it to roll the protection downward. He gave a few sucks and then let up on Nate's cock, showing a neon pink rod, the color doing nothing to diminish it's menacing size. I gulped a little, but tried to relax. A boy's got to please and I need a good tip this week.
Robert gave a quick kiss to the head of Nathan's tip and then grabbed the bottle and squeezed a healthy line of lube down his shaft, then gave it a few quick wanks to spread it out. Nathan pulled his fingers out of me and reached for a towel, cleaned off his hand and then grasped his slick cock and positioned it at my hole. He leaned down over me and put his tongue in my mouth, and slid an arm behind my neck, rubbing gently on my shoulder.
"Easy boy, just relax, the daddies' got you, and we'll go slow, kay?"
I nodded consent and felt his tip press against my bud. I gave a sharp gasp as the head slid into me. It was tight but not nearly the stuffing I feared.
"It's ok baby?" Nathan kept his eyes on me and Robert's head appeared beside his. "It'll be ok boy," Robert growled into my ear as he began to nibble, "Just take it, it'll feel good soon enough."
The men began to kiss over my face and then brought their tongues down to my mouth. It was so fucking hot that I didn't even notice Nathan had slid a few inches inside me. He held there for a few minutes, enjoying the kiss and then slowly began to slide in and out of me.
It hurt, I can't lie about that, but I did my best to smile and relax. By the tenth stroke he began to slide in deeper and his tip began to rub against my happy spot that made my breathing heavy and fast.
"Oh ffffuuuuccckkkk," I began to growl, not sure of the voice escaping my lips, "fffuuuccckkkk meeeeee." I couldn't stop. It was taking over. I was so fucking in need of this and all I could think about was getting him deeper inside me. My body began to shiver and Robert lay next to me on the bed, pulling me into his side and working his lips around my chest as his husband fucking speared me.
"Oh that's so fucking tight baby boy, oh fuck yeah, you like daddy in your little hole?" Nathan took on this deep growling voice that made even Robert sit up and notice. There was a new passion between them, as Robert hadn't really seen his husband topping before, certainly not like this. I squeezed my hold on Nathan's rod as he tried to slide out and ended up just grinding against the happy spot.
Within minutes Nathan was leaning down, biting into my neck and screaming that he was near finishing. "Gonna... fuckin... Finish... your ass..." He tried to get the words out but the heat between us was impairing his speech. Robert rubbed his hand over Nathan's sweaty back as his husband fucked harder into me.
"Fuckin gonna... fuckin come... fuckin yeah," Nathan choked out as his body tensed up and I felt the skintight condom begin to expand inside me. I felt it grow so quickly and full that I worried it might pop, but it held until Nathan's spasms subsided and he collapsed over me, crushing the air out of my overworked lungs. He slid his arms around me and kissed my neck, I was sure there would be a big purple spot there tomorrow.
Robert laughed; proud of his little husband's accomplishment. "Good boys," he whispered to us, then kissed the back of Nathan's neck.
"Can't... breathe," I begged, red faced and still in need of more cock.
"Oh, sorry boy," Robert lifted his partner off of me and pushed him over onto his back against the comforter.
Nathan's cock slid out of me with a pop and fell back against his chest. The filled condom had a big ball of white at the top; it was stretched pretty tight. I leaned over and rubbed at the tip with my finger and sure enough, it spilled its contents all over Nathan's tummy. He laughed and began coughing, regaining his breath.
"Fucking amazing," he exclaimed, "Fucking best present ever."
"Only the best for my baby," Robert laughed and leaned over me to kiss his husband.
Part of me tensed up, maybe feeling jealous. Will I ever have what these guys have? Love so awesome that they can bring in a third and its like... just using a toy?
"My turn!" Robert exclaimed, snapping me back to reality, "Let's hope this boy's stretched enough for me." I nodded with a smile, ready for more fucking.
"You need a few minutes to recover little one?" Robert laughed. I shook my head no, "No sir, please fuck me sir," I begged, needing to be filled again.
Robert bit into another condom package and then threw the empty foil down on my chest, sliding a translucent green down over his cock. It didn't even make it down to within an inch of the base before it ran out of material.
"Damn," he remarked, "should have gotten the big ones."
Robert eased into me a lot slower than Nathan, who by now was a worn out lump of muscles next to me. Nathan rolled over against me and snuggled me into his chest, my head resting against a chiseled arm.
"Yeah boy, time for man meat," Robert laughed as he eased into me. It stretched me to capacity, but I knew I was a mere inch away from that blissful feeling Nathan had blessed me with a few minutes before.
Sure enough, he hit the spot and kept on going until I felt him bottom out inside me. I was happily skewered when he rested and leaned down to kiss me. His cologne, splashed hours ago against his neck caught my nose and I closed my eyes, inhaling his masculinity. He was the man I would never be, but that's what boys like me were for. We need a man hovered over us, using us for all we've got and I was ready to please.
I began to push against his cock, feeling his pubes tickle my cheeks, his heavy balls slap against them, his arms slid around my back. I felt so safe in his arms, even with the heavy invader filling me to capacity..
"Yeah, I think you're ready," he growled as he slowly slid out of me, then back in. He had a very slow rhythm that pushed my cock to full length. Everytime he pushed back into me I felt a wave of fulfillment spread through my body. My muscles tensed up in anticipation. This was going to be the spurt of a lifetime.
Our bodies were at a stand-off as I gripped his cock and he bumped up over my spot. Of course the man won and I gladly gave up the struggle, feeling my body go rigid as each stroke pushed my cum towards the tip. I felt it rise up in my cock and then, without a touch, it began to shake and spurt out boy juice over my head.
I heard a SPLURT as it sailed over me and hit against the headboard.
"Woah shit," Nathan woke up as some of it hit against his cheek.
"AHHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKKKK" I yelled as my body involuntarily filled the bed with juicy pleasure.
"Oh yeah baby," Robert growled, watching my cum fly in all directions, "Fuck yeah baby." His rhythm increased and soon he was near the brink.
"Mmm, gonna fill you boy, here it cums," he warned as his body tensed up and began to fill me with another stretched out ball of latex.
"YEAH," he growled, "Take it boy!" He was beating fast and hard against me as he climaxed, closing his eyes and using me for all his money's worth.
"Oh fuck," he finished, and then collapsed over me, sliding his arms around my back and then rolling over, keeping me in his arms. I lay against his chest, feeling his beating horse of a heart threatening to pump right out of his chest. He pushed me into his chest, keeping his plumped pole inside me.
We laid there for the longest time, the three of us slowly regaining out strength until Nathan finally broke the silence.
"Oh shit, Robbie, we missed our reservations. Oh well, it was worth it," Nathan snuggled into us, adding a third arm across my back.
I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep, basking in Robert's warmth and eased by his reassuring heartbeat.
The rest of the week went like that. I had a lot of free time in their house while they were at work and I did my best to use it to get ready for school. They were a very sweet couple and never tired of my body.
I left on Friday with a $1,500 tip, lots of new clothes, and a promise to use me again soon.