Chapter 8
I really did a good job cleaning Emiliano's studio apartment. It hadn't been cleaned in the two years he told me he had lived there. First I worked on the kitchen, cleaning out all the cupboards and the fridge. I washed all the dishes, glasses and utensils and lined up all the stuff real neat and clean. I went out and used my debit card to buy him some food- cereal, milk, juice, some frozen dinners, chips, lunch meat, cheese and bread. I hoped he would like it.
Then I stripped the bed, and swept up the floor and the living room area. By one I was hungry but I knew I had more work to do for him so I quickly ate some chips and plowed ahead. The bathroom was the worst- grotty tub, nasty floor, and the toilet smelled like piss. There were pubic hairs all over and long black hair from his head on the sink. It took two hours but it was really good when I was finished. I was proud of what I had done for him and knew he would be pleased.
The place wasn't fancy but it looked good and smelled better. A little after three I was truly done and I sat down at last at his table. He had said he would be home at four so I figured I should wait to see if he needed anything else. With nothing more to do I took down the pile of his underwear from the shelf and sat with them at the table, examining them, touching them and even smelling them.
So many colors and designer names! He had a cool collection of boxer briefs, CK, Topman, even American Eagle. I got real hard holding them.
A little before four I put them away and awaited his return. He barged in around 4:15. "'Bout time you're done." He tossed his back pack at me and said "There's CAT homework in there. Do it tonight."
He sprawled on the couch, scratching his nuts. "So, freak, did you like playing with my underwear?" I had forgotten the cameras again.
"No Emiliano. It wasn't like that. I wanted to make sure they were all clean and folded nice."
"Yeah right. Since you had just washed them all, I guess you were disappointed that they smelled like Downey and not piss and cum, huh? Anyway, I'd love a BJ, but I gotta' save it for the ladies tonight. Get the fuck out and I'll text you when I need you for something, faggot."
I jumped up and scampered out quickly making sure I took the homework.
Back at my dorm room, I got a text from the kid Iker. He asked if we could meet. "I have to talk to you about Emiliano."
I arranged to meet in the cafeteria for dinner. He was a cute kid I guess you would say. Puerto Rican, thin, hard body in his wife-beater, a few tats, and maybe five foot six.
He sat down with his tray full of pizza and a turkey wrap. "Dude. Thanks for seeing me. I know this is weird, the way he introduced us."
Uh, yeah" I replied.
"Anyway, I thought that you should know a few things. Things about him."
"Go on" I said cautiously.
"Well, for one, I'm a little jealous of you" he said, taking a bite of his pizza. "See I was like his number one boy for a few months. I mean it's weird, I wasn't in to guys when I met him. I even had a girlfriend. But he kind of befriended me. But before I knew what was going on, he started to, like, boss me around. And I did what he asked. It was hard to say no to him; you know? He's got this swagger about him and he ropes you in.
After about two weeks he said that he saw me put on a pair of his boxer briefs in his apartment and jerk off. He has these cameras. I don't even know why I did it. But he said he would send the video to my parents.
Next thing you know I got really stoned one night and he ordered me to suck him off. The first time I thought I would die. I was disgusted. But he came this close to sending the video. He had both of my parent's e-mail addresses from my phone and my girlfriend's too. So I did it."
I just stared at him and sucked on the straw in my Mountain Dew.
"But I should have known it wouldn't stop there. He began texting me in the morning and again at night to come over and suck his cock. I actually got pretty good at it, and learned to do it the way he liked it.
So there I am at the end of last semester and he leaves town just like that, no explanation and no good byes. And no more sex for me. He didn't answer me all summer and I texted him a lot. It's hard for me to admit that maybe I needed him, and it skeeves me to think I was in love with another dude."
We were both finished and seemed to have lost our appetite. He asked me if I would walk back to his dorm for the rest of the story. We set off on foot.
"So the very first day of school, back in August, he texts me to meet. I'm so happy and I even got a hard-on. Then he dropped a bomb. He has photos of me on backpage, saying I'm like a male escort, and guys can have me for $200 an hour. He was going to fucking pimp me out!
And that's not all. I was going to get to keep $60 and any tip, but he got $140 for each date. I freaked. I started arguing with him, refusing. He says 'why not' you suck me off; I want you to do it with other guys to make me some skrill.
I just kept saying "no way' and finally he just beat me up. Beat the shit out of me. I was all black and blue and bleeding from the mouth. He told me when he texted me with an address tomorrow, I was to go, and be at his place with his money within ninety minutes or the blackmail would begin." Iker began to cry. His roommate was staying with his girlfriend that night, so I took him in my arms and consoled him.
"Anyway, I've pretty much been whoring now ever since school's started up again. Maybe twenty times. I've made him over twenty hundred dollars so far, I'd guess.
"Wow dude" was all I could say.
He got his composure back and continued. "So anyway, I'm pretty embarrassed by all of this, but you know how convincing and threatening he can be. I don't feel like I got any other choice.
So, I wanted to warn you. And honestly, dude, I'm just a little pissed at you. Jealous. It's like you're his new number one boy. It's like he kicked me to the curb for you, for a new boy. Now you get to suck his cock and be with him, and all I get to do is whore for him and make him rich.
I mean, it's ok, I'd probably do anything for him, you know. But still? When I found out about you, all I can do now is picture him with his cock in your lucky mouth."
Iker seemed ready to start crying again, so I just edged him towards his bed. I sat down next to him, to see if it was ok to go, now that he had unburdened himself with me.
To my surprise he leaned over and kissed me. It was just on the lips at first. But he came back quickly and soon we were Frenching. I had never kissed a dude before. His lips were strong and his stubble rubbed my face.
It seemed that we were both horned up, thinking about Emiliano. He gently pushed me on my back, on his bed, and got on top. We continued kissing and started making out. I pulled off his wife-beater and started working on giving him a hickey.
Iker worked his hand into my basketball shorts and really got my cock to come to life. Before long he was sucking on my nipples, and then took me and deep throated me. For a little guy his was strong and he seemed to know what to do with a guy in bed. I guess the escorting had helped.
I think we both wished we were having sex with Emiliano but we made do with each other. We both came in each other's mouths and finally fell asleep in each other's arms, naked and spent.
Two more chapters to go guys. Thanks for your feedback. Justin
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