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o Another Erotic Story o from o o ... M e r c u r y ... o o Close the door, relax and keep one hand on the keyboard. o This is your captain speaking. It's gonna be a smooooth o ride... o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o NOTE: This story is dedicated to TG, who wanted me to post o something that I had written, since he feels most of the o other crap sucks. Well, here goes. It ain't my best, but it o ain't my worst, which is scary. o o POST SCRIPTUM: If you have written me recently and NOT received o a reply, it's not necessarily because I don't like you. I've o been really busy lately and some messages may have been laid o aside. Also, my former server was a bit dodgy. Write back. o o PRIVATE NOTE TO "X-RATED" : I sent you a msg- did you get it? o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o Written to his two friends Aurelius and Furius, who kept trying to o steal his 14 year-old catamite, Juventius: o o I fuck your asses, I feed you my dick, o Aurelius (you love it) and cocksucking Furius. o You said that I lack modesty, basing your charge on a few o little verses about a boy? o Of course a god-fearing poet has to lead an upright life-- o that's no reason his poems shouldn't live it up o --poems which are witty, elegant compositions, even if o they are a bit unbuttoned, o even if they do scratch you were it always itches, even if o they do get people steamed up-- o --I don't mean just schoolboys, no, even big hairy studs, o real animals, guys who need both hands to lift their dicks. o You thought I was naughty for writing the poem about o wanting a million kisses? o Well fuck you. o o Catullus, 50 B.C. o trans., Jacob Rabinowitz o o
Ken Babcock, part ii.
Robert Mercer was up before Ken, answering phone calls and rifling through papers. It was the ringing of a phone which woke Ken from his deep slumber. He opened his eyes to see Robert involved in a phone conversation. "Yes, a check would be acceptable--from you. Uh-huh. If you can pay cash, so much the better. Yes, 9:00 sounds fine. He'll be there. Yes, he does that too. Okay then."
Robert put the phone down. He looked over at Ken and said, "Just woke up, hey kid? I've got a job for you this morning. Hurry up and take a shower, get dressed, and eat a quick breakfast cause you gotta be at 103 Dominion Street at 9:00. That's in two hours, boy! Hurry up!"
Robert Mercer had selected a studio apartment for his office and it was equipped with a kitchen and a shower. He couldn't join Ken in the shower this time because business was pressing, even more so than a part of his anatomy.
Ken fervently hoped that his new client wouldn't want to fuck his ass. He was still sore from yesterday's work, and sitting down was painful. But he knew that men lusted for his tightly curved ass, and though they might amuse themselves by having him suck them off, or by sucking him off, their play inevitably led to anal penetration.
The teenage boy-nymph elicited a look from Mr. Mercer as he stood up, naked, from the mattress, and sauntered over to the bathroom. Mr. Mercer sighed as he ripped his eyes from the beautiful form and turned back to his paperwork.
Ken addressed his first needs first and used the toilet. He found that his natural functions were hampered somewhat by the abuse his rectum had taken yesterday. This was one of the things that he disliked about anal intercourse. However what he did was not for pleasure, but for money, though pleasure was a key ingredient that kept him working this unusual job. Mr. Mercer had fired Ken's hopes yesterday when he told him how many clients he would soon be having on a regular basis. He would have to open a bank account--but how could he do that, without a parent or guardian? He was under 18. He was 15 years old, to be exact. He could just stash the money in a safe place, after Mr. Mercer set him up in an apartment. He would become reasonably affluent. He would drive around in a Corvette one day!
He turned on the shower and waited for it to get hot. He felt the coat of semen on his chest, left there from Mr. Mercer's emissions the night before. That would come off in the shower. He did not mind sleeping with Mr. Mercer, his employment agent, because the man was experienced and gentler than most of the boy's clients. Besides, it was a necessity. Mr. Mercer looked out for him and took only a small share of his earnings, 1/4 to be exact.
How he remembered the events that had led him to seek out the Mercer Employment Agency. His strict father had meted out too many beatings, his mother was too possessive. All of this made him unhappy. He ran away, and was walking the streets, hungry and dejected, when he saw the sign of Mr. Mercer's agency. He walked in, hoping to work construction or flip burgers, anything to make money. But Mr.Mercer, who had an eye for where a person's true talents lie, had suggested something altogether original. Ken had been shocked. But he had always felt lust for other guys, and in the end agreed to take a job on an experimental basis. The experiment was in its fourth week running now.
In retrospect, Ken realized that he would have been a failure as a construction worker; his build was slight. What he was doing was using his God-given talent in the best way possible. He hadn't the strength or endurance for manual labor, nor the training for office work. This was his true calling.
Ken was a lithe, slender youth with light brown hair, shiny and soft, that hung down near his hazel eyes. He was cute and very desirable. At 15, he figured he had at least 5 more years in which he would be able to pursue his profession most profitably, and at the end, he would have saved enough money to attend the college of his choice and live in style and comfort for 4 years, until he had attained his Bachelor's in some subject...most likely, Business.
A bright, studious young man, he had maintained an "A" average in the 10th grade before he had been compelled to leave home and quit school. He realized that high school in America was merely a gimmick to keep teenagers occupied for 6 hours a day; that he could keep pace with his peers by merely sharpening his mind on good books and magazines such as OMNI and The Economist, a British publication. When he turned 20, he would take the GED, the high school equivalency diploma, and then attend college.
He smiled as he stepped into the warm shower. The warm water caressed his body, and if water were animate, it would have enjoyed the experience as much as he.
At 9:08, Ken knocked on the door of a nice suburban house. A grey Honda Civic was in the driveway. He felt happy today, though a little nervous, as he always was before meeting a new client.
A young man opened the door. Clad only in a securely tied blue bathrobe, he stood there for a brief moment looking Ken over, and then said with a smile, "Come on in, I've been expecting you!"
"Uh, okay. You're Joe, right?"
Ken stepped into the house.
"Yep. And you're Ken!"
"Yeah. Nice house."
Ken was looking about. He turned his eyes back to his host. The guy was about 22, not terribly older than Ken. He was attractive, with black hair and blue eyes. Ken felt a stir in his loins. He would enjoy doing anything with this man.
"Well, it's my parent's house."
Ken raised an eyebrow, alarmed.
"Oh, they're not here right now!" Joe laughed, reading Ken's thought. "They're gone on vacation for two weeks."
Joe continued, "As I understand it, you will charge by the hour, $20 per hour, is that right?"
Ken nodded bashfully, a little embarrassed.
Joe said, "I would like to have you for six hours. Is that okay with you?"
Ken said, "Sure, that's fine..." He wondered, though, what Joe had in mind that could last 6 hours. He liked Joe already, but 6 hours was a long time.
But Joe surprised him. They did not immediately jump into bed. Joe was more sophisticated than that. He invited Ken into the living room and brought a bottle of wine in from their little bar. Ken understood Joe's modus operandi; Joe wanted to get to know him, and for him to know Joe, and for them to feel reasonably comfortable with each other. And Joe wanted to show Ken that he respected him. This was a welcome change from the humiliation/rape-scenario games of yesterday, with those 3 good- looking, but not terribly bright, jocks.
Host and guest made love with their eyes over several glasses of good wine and lively conversation. Joe induced Ken to give his whole life history, with a concentration on his sexual experiences, from the age of 5 when he first experimented with a little girl, to his work yesterday with the 3 jocks. Ken then listened attentively as Joe explained his current affairs. He was a college student at a local university and had a Political Science class this evening, which he was sure he would enjoy, having had his needs thoroughly satisfied beforehand. Ken smiled at the reference to their impending physical union.
Joe moved to sit closer to Ken. He clasped Ken's hand, and Ken gave his hand a firm squeeze. Ken thought, "Now, then." But Joe didn't proceed further; instead he continued his discussion. He talked about his girlfriend and their plans for marriage once he had graduated. Perceiving Ken's apparent distraction, Joe got up and said, "Would you like to dance?" Ken nodded, took Joe's hand and stood up.
"Wait a minute." Joe said, laughing. "I've gotta turn on some music!"
Joe looked through his cassette tape collection and selected Madonna's "Justify my Love" and they danced. Ken hadn't danced much before, and tried to copy Joe's movements, but he was still awkward. Joe smiled and took the struggling Ken in his arms and they embraced closely. Jim lifted him up off the floor, into his arms, and they kissed intimately. Ken felt new sensations, new feelings stir in him that he hadn't experienced before. This was luxury beyond compare. Jim walked from the living room and upstairs to his bedroom. His strong arms held Ken effortlessly. Ken thought, "Now, at last." This time, he was right.
Joe laid the beautiful male form on his bed and knelt by his waist. Joe took off his bathrobe while Ken unzipped his pants and pushed them off, and then removed his shirt so that he was completely naked. Joe gazed at the near-hairless, irresistibly cute male form beside him. Joe seemed paralyzed. Ken however, had an idea which he felt would please his client. He partially sat up and took Joe's cock, which was already becoming erect, into his lips and sucked. Joe's eyes fluttered and he moaned as Ken sucked hard, and licked on the cockhead, sending waves of pleasure into Joe. Joe dropped his upper body down to Ken's lower, and took Ken's cock in his mouth. They stayed in the sixty-nine position until each climaxed. Joe swallowed Ken's cum, while Ken had Joe cum all over his hands and arms.
Joe then moved his body down to Ken's waist, and used one hand to caress the boy's abdomen, and the other to explore his testicles and anus. Ken felt that he was unable to do anything to Joe in this position, and protested that he wanted to give Joe pleasure, too. But Joe replied that he enjoyed exploring, feeling and touching Ken's body. Satisfied with this answer, and freed from his concern that he might not be earning his pay, Ken collapsed his head on a pillow, laid back, and enjoyed the expert caresses of his client.
Joe licked and probed the boy's testicles with his tongue, and stroked the boy's cock, spent from recent orgasm yet becoming hard once more. He slipped a finger to Ken's ass, and touched the hole once, twice. He pushed in slightly. Ken moaned and a smile graced his face. Joe pushed in deeper, and pulled out, and in again, repeating the process. So warm, so tight. He wanted this boy badly. He wanted to fill this body with his cock, and unite with it.
Joe had Ken kneel on his knees, so that Joe could take him in the rear. He clasped his hands on Ken's back and slowly pushed in with his cock. Ken took it easily, now well-experienced from several sexual encounters. Joe copulated for a long, marathon length of time, enjoying the motions immensely, savoring every detail. Ken moaned and cried and wiggled beneath Joe's hands. Ken had an orgasm after 2 minutes of copulation, and yet another after 3 more minutes. Joe's cock rammed against Ken's prostrate, which was the trigger that set Ken off each time. Joe inserted the entire 7 inches of his cock into the boy's ass, which he found remarkable.
Finally they parted, breathing deeply, and lay upon the bed, resting, touching each other, and smiling contentedly.
Joe got up, naked, and invited Ken to join him for lunch. Ken agreed, and he followed Joe's decision to remain unclothed. They went into the dining room and Joe went about fixing hotdogs and potato chips for the two of them. Ken watched the man with what might have been the beginnings of love.
They ate at the table, grinning knowingly at each other as they ate the hotdogs, which seemed utterly appropriate food for the occasion. They talked a bit more, discussing details of their lives and experiences.
When they finished, Joe offered to take Ken to a movie and then give him a ride back to the Agency. Ken agreed and they got dressed. They went to see an old movie, "Beaches", with Bette Midler, at a discount movie theater. They enjoyed the movie, which was both funny and profound, and had superb actors. They held hands in the darkness of the theater, and Joe's hand roamed southward, to Ken's crotch, several times.
After the movie, Joe dropped Ken off at Mercer's Employment Agency. Ken stepped out of the car and moved over to the driver's side to say goodbye to Joe. Joe took out $120 from his wallet in twenties, and gave it to the youth.
He said smiling, "You were more than worth it, kid."
Joe promised to call for him again soon, next weekend at the latest.
Ken took the money gratefully, but a second thought crossed his mind. He was deeply disappointed to part with Joe so soon, and perhaps never see him again. Suddenly overcome by an emotion he did not really understand, he gripped Joe's arm and kissed him violently on the lips. Joe returned the kiss, and they embraced. Ken was surprised to see Joe's eyes moisten, and his face become an expression of love and adoration. Ken said,
"Listen, Joe..." he started, taking a deep breath. "I don't have anyone." His voice cracked sharply as he spoke. "Take me with you. Let me be yours!"
Tears welled in his eyes. Joe could see the pain, the desperate hope. He looked at Ken appraisingly, and after a moment said,
"Get in the car, kid."
Ken smiled brightly. For a moment he thought, 'What about my other jobs, what about Mr. Mercer?' His plans, what about them, indeed? This was better. Somehow he knew it. He went into Joe's car and they clasped each other's hand as Joe set his foot on the gas and they sped away.