GIVING THE PUBLIC WHAT IT WANTS
PREFACE
I read Jared's story and I feel in all fairness to me that I should defend myself. Jared would have you believe that I am some sort of an asshole, but I'm not; I'm a businessman and sometimes a good businessman has to act like an asshole to keep his business alive. Jared is too important a commodity to my escort service to let him go without a fight. I mean it's Jared's body that I use in the ads for the service and probably almost a third of our first time customers ask for the beefcake stud who's in the ad. How would it look if I couldn't provide the very body that we hang all of our advertising on? So did I use some extreme measures to hold on to Jared, yes; but I don't think that makes me a jerk, I think it just makes me smart.
THE STORY
I've been "Call Boyz" bread and butter escort for three years. I was laid off by the fire department during cutbacks and was in need of work. I have spent my life getting by on my good looks and I realized that maybe it was my good looks that was going to have to get me through financially. I answered a classified ad looking for exotic male dancers. I wasn't thrilled with the prospect of dancing at a gay strip club but the tips were phenomenal and I needed cash. After three weeks they offered me a job tending bar but they said they had to take me off the stage for a few months since they are known for having new go-go boys every month. The owner did suggest that I call a friend of his, Clay Carver, for a possible job. Clay had recently started up a new escort service called "Call Boyz" and he was very interested in having me work for him (he had seen me strip twice). I told him that I would do escort work, nude massages, even parties and private dance shows, but no sex. He told me that that was unacceptable and said goodbye. The next month I got hit with late charges on four of my bills (and the late charges are $25 each so you see how much money I was losing). Things weren't looking much better for the foreseeable future. I was between girlfriends and I figured that a couple of tricks with guys wouldn't kill me, besides it would only be until I found better work and had my bills under control. So I called Clay back and became a hooker. I've never had so much money as I did over the next year. Once Clay put out the ad which showed my naked body from the pubic hair to my neck I was constantly busy. I could have had escorts every night if I'd wanted them. Clay charged more per hour for me than for the other boys and I got a higher percentage of the money I earned than the other guys so I was doing well. I also got other perks from Clay such as medical and dental coverage, free membership at the gym, and frequent use of his Lexus--I was living the high life.
One year led to two and then to three. I made the mistake at first of treating Clay like a friend and telling him about the girls I was dating, twice he killed the relationships by telling the girls in glowing detail what I do for a living. Then five months ago I met LeeAnn and three weeks later we got engaged. I didn't tell Clay but I did tell one of other call boys, Drew Kelso, and he told Clay.
Drew was an interesting kid. He was only 18 or 19 and had a perfect baby face. You couldn't help but feel protective towards him. Somehow Clay got it into his head to use Drew to try and break LeeAnn and I up.
BRIEF INTERJECTION
Since Jared has chosen to bring up Drew and since he's an important part of the story I feel that it is only right that I explain some things about him. I found Drew purely by luck. My nephew plays high school football (he's not very good) and I was at his game watching his team get trounced. Football does little for me but the yell leaders (boy cheerleaders) were a different story. Two of them were so obvious that they just as well have worn a sign that said "looking to have my fudge packed often, no reasonable offer (so long as it's male) will be refused." The one boy couldn't have been more than a sophomore but the other (Drew) looked of age. I caught him just before the end of the game and offered him a job. Once I verified his age I took him back to my apartment and verified his "qualifications." Drew is a bottle blond with a cute baby face (only shaves once a week) and a tight, hairless torso. He's not my type but I still had a good time putting him through his paces. He wasn't the only boy toy in my stable but he was the freshest. It was bound to happen that somebody with money would want to pay to watch muscular, dark tough-guy Jared turn his firehose on adorable twinkie Drew. All totaled it happened three times. In all three cases I heard back from the clients that Jared and Drew were either damn good actors or were really into each other.
If there had been any doubt about Jared's feelings they were obvious when he started pushing Drew towards religion. Jared kept close track of every call that Drew went out on and it was burning him up with jealousy that his little buttboy was entertaining three or four cocks per week. Of course the smart thing for Jared to do would have been to make Drew his lover and forbid him any further playing around (Drew would have done anything for Jared) but that would require him to admit that he isn't quite as straight as he pretends. Instead he got some missionaries to come over to Drew's place and teach him about a "better way." When Drew got saved he quit his job and vowed to never touch cock again--Jared had his prize--he could still pretend he was straight and not have to die of jealousy each time Drew got cornholed.
Losing Drew was not a great loss--boy toys are a dime a dozen; but as soon as he was gone Jared lost all interest in the business, then he got engaged and announced his retirement. Personally I think that the only reason he got engaged was to prove to himself that he really is straight. Jared was taking a huge chunk of business out of my service and I had to fight back. I told his girlfriend about his past and she told me that she already knew and that it wasn't a problem since Jared was through with that lifestyle. My only hope left was that the sweet arc of Drew's tight butt would bring Jared to his senses before it was too late. I approached Drew about helping me throw a bachelor party for Jared; he refused. I threatened to make available to his parents and his church some secret videotapes I'd made of him doing the deed with a number of different guys. Of course it was a bluff but he fell for it and agreed to be the centerpiece of my `one-week-before-the-wedding' bachelor blow-out.
THE STORY CONTINUES
When Clay told me that he was having a bachelor party for me at his place I of course told him no thanks. He then threw in the guilt saying that the other boys from the service would be there and it was only fair that I give them all a chance to wish me every happiness. I agreed so long as it was all G-rated or maybe PG-13 at the very most. If the bachelor's party was G-rated then they've seriously relaxed the ratings. Five guys from the escort service were there along with Clay. They drank toasts to me and told lots of stories, and then Clay turned out all of the lights. All of a sudden the music started and then the lights came back on and Drew came out wearing a fireman's outfit. He danced around the room and slowly pulled off his boots, socks, coat, hat, pulled down his suspenders, pulled off his undershirt, then the pants, boxers, and briefs. When he was down to just a g-string he started lap-dancing me. His tight, small butt rubbed over and over my crotch giving me such a fucking boner. I wrapped my arms around his little boy chest and petted his quarter-sized light-brown tits. The fucker's hot little body melted into mine and I planted a couple of hickeys on his neck. Clay came up behind me and whispered in my ear "if you've got any male hormones in you at all you'll take that pretty little boy over to the couch and throw one wild fuck into him." The other guys started to chant "fuck him, fuck him." I whispered in Drew's ear "is that what you want?"
"Oh yeah."
"What about your church and all?"
"I won't tell them," he answered while he reached down and fingered my meat through my pants.
"But you're sure that it's what you want?"
"I've never wanted anything any more than I want this now." I picked the hot little bundle up in my arms and carried him to the couch. The other guys started applauding me as I pulled off his g-string and then pulled off my own clothes. I crawled on top of him and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I ground my meat against his as I tasted the sweet boy saliva on his tongue. We kissed and then we kissed again, and then we kissed a lot more.
"Oh stop this kissy-faced shit, we want to see fucking," Clay yelled. Again the other guys started yelling "fuck, fuck."
"Let's give the people what they want," Drew urged. Someone handed me a condom and handed Drew some lube. He gooped up his hole and I put his legs over my shoulder. My eight inches just slid right in like it was born to be in there. I didn't try to ease it into him, it was just one hard push and I was up to my balls in boy tush.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Not a chance. I have missed this so fucking much. This is the first time since I vowed I'd never do it again and it feels so good." I kissed his lips over and over again while I nailed his cunt and rubbed his tits. The boy's sugar-candy ass was the best feeling I've ever known. I was so intent on totally ravishing every part of Drew's body that I didn't notice that the other boys had stripped down and we'd become the centerpiece of an orgy. Tim came over and stuck his cock into Drew's mouth. Allen started licking out my butthole. Clay and Gerry started fucking over on the other sofa. Someone broke out about five bottles of poppers and things really started getting crazy. Clay moved everybody around some so that he was lying on the bottom, Drew was on top fucking him, and I was on top of Drew turning the little stud into sandwich meat by fucking him. Gerry kept moving his cock between Clay's mouth and Drew's but mostly it was in Drew's (nobody sucks cock like Drew). As I watched Drew fucking, getting fucked, sucking, fondling, and being fondled I knew that this was the only way he was ever going to be happy. The boy had a body for sin, not church attendance. Allen tried twice to take my place on top of the sandwich and bone my boy but I fended him off--this was my bachelor party and I was going to play with my present.
As the fucking continued th cum started to fly. I filled up three condoms and wore out Drew's butthole. Drew came twice, everyone else came at least once. Around four in the morning the room was filled with mostly naked sleeping bodies. It was the best bachelor party ever but I knew that I still had to get married and get on with my life. A life where all you do is fuck and lift weights is fun but it isn't much of a foundation to build a life on. The bachelor party had to be exactly what bachelor parties were meant to be--my last fling with promiscuity and hedonism. At four-thirty I was dressed and ready to walk out of life as an escort and into life as a husband.
ONE MORE INTERRUPTION
As you can tell the party went the way I wanted it to, all the way up to the end. I expected Jared and Drew to walk out all lovey-dovey and maybe even for Jared to officially announce the end of his engagement. I was even prepared to finance a cruise or some other trip for Jared and Drew as a sort of honeymoon and then to put both of them back to work, but Jared showered, got dressed, kissed Drew on the forehead and left. Once he was gone I grabbed Drew fast and told him that he was losing the best man he'd ever find and that he'd damn well better try to get him back. Drew ran out the door naked and ran to the parking lot to find Jared.
CONCLUSION
It was a good thing that it was 4:45 in the morning or Drew would have gotten arrested for indecent exposure. I opened the car door and put him inside before a cop or someone came by. "Fuck me," he begged.
"I just fucked you three times, you said your ass was worn out."
"I don't care, please fuck me."
"I don't have a condom."
"I don't care." I slid over to the passenger seat and he sat on my meat. I wrapped my arms around his stud body while he slowly rode up and down on my meat. It was such an awesome fuck. The windows were all steamed up and so were we. I groped and tugged on every part of his body while my meat massaged his violated ass. His body was so soft and warm. It was five-thirty when I finally planted my seed in his butt. He let it slip out of his butt and then turned towards me. "I love your cock more than anything in the world. The last five hours of getting fucked by you was the most religious experience I've ever had. Don't marry that girl. I'll give up the job or whatever I have to hold you but I don't want to give up you."
"Drew I'm straight, I need to be married. It's time to get on with my life."
"You just spent over five hours fucking me, apparently you like it."
"I love it, but..."
"Then wake up. Maybe you're bi, but I doubt it. You're probably as gay as I am. I'll make you happy. Get on with your life and I'll get on with mine and we'll do both of them together."
"Drew that almost sounded like a proposal."
"I think it was."
"Well if we're hitched then I suppose we ought to have a wedding night."
"What do you call what we've been doing for the last five hours."
"An orgy is not a wedding night." I drove to my apartment and snuck my nude "spouse" inside. Wedding nights traditionally involve someone losing their virginity as a way of cementing their union. Drew looked stunned when I handed him the condom. I knelt on the bed while Drew licked out my hole. He put one finger, then two, then three inside of me, all three were coated in lube. As he pumped my hole with his fingers I got a pretty good idea that I was not going to enjoy being fucked, but I wasn't going to stop him.
"Oh shit, it's so tight," Drew moaned as his cockhead shattered my cherry. "Am I hurting you?"
"Yeah but fuck me anyhow." Every new inch of Drew's cock awoke new dimensions of pain in my body but I'm man enough to take it. Drew reached under my torso and started petting my pecs. I guess trying to distract me so I wouldn't notice the abuse his cock was causing--it didn't work. I hunkered down and prayed for a premature ejaculation. His cock did start creating some heat with the friction and the heat did a little to salve my aching gut. The little fucker had remarkable staying power and long after my ass had had enough he was still pumping. Fearing that I would permanently be impaled on Drew's meat I finally pulled off of him, tore off his condom and sucked on him hard. In a matter of seconds Drew's balls finally gave up their holy sacrament. As I drank every drop of his seed (another thing that I hate doing) I figured that our relationship was now about as consummated as it could be.
It was light out and there wasn't much point in trying to get any sleep so we just laid there. Drew's head rested on my pecs, my hand stroked his blond mane. "Don't think this is going to be regular thing. I'll let you fuck me on your birthday and maybe on our anniversary but all the rest of the time I'm the husband in this relationship, and your hole is my cunt."
"I promise that I will never refuse you. Even if I have a headache I won't have a headache."
"What are we going to do about your church stuff though?"
"I joined a new religion tonight," he purred as he grabbed my limp shaft. "And this is it's most holy icon."
"All right but you better remain more devout at this new religion than you were to your last one."
EPILOGUE
And we all lived happily ever after. Jared is still my top moneymaker and Drew is back on the payroll. Jared's fiancee was a little pissed when Jared broke the engagement but when he told her who his new fiancee was she was relieved that she didn't get into as doomed a marriage as that one would have been. The only downside to our happy ending is that Jared is becoming a problem regarding Drew continuing to work. Someday soon he's probably going to insist that Drew quit the business. If that happens I already have a plan in mind, I'll break the two of them up so that they will both still work for me. Which really does bring us full circle because you're probably back to thinking that I'm an asshole for considering wrecking their marriage but remember my first comment, I am a businessman. And remember something else--the next time you're in Milwaukee looking for the hottest cock on the lake front then you'll be damn glad I've been such an asshole because it'll be my agency that will provide you the sweetest fuck of your life.