My Job Part I: Servicing Mike and Luke Chapter 1
(This story features mild scat, father and son interactions, cum, and masturbation, so if these topics aren't a turn-on for you, don't read the story. The story isn't meant to be 100% realistic; it includes situations and behaviors that only occur in masturbation-fueled fantasies. I enjoy feedback and hearing from men with similar interests; contact me at edge2fantasy at gmail dot com. Emails with attachments will not be opened. Enjoy! And support Nifty with a written and/or financial contribution! Tim.)
I usually make a few quick notes on each of my clients. Here's what I wrote about Mike: "Mid-forties, well-off, always arrives in expensive suits. About 6'1, with an appealing face and a solid, masculine body. Firm meaty butt cheeks and a hairy asscrack. Loves how I service him, appreciates my taking plenty of time so I can do a really thorough job. Enjoys it most when he knows his ass is especially dirty."
My job? Licking male butts until they're squeaky clean. I provide that service day in and day out, not just to Mike, but to several dozen male clients. About three-quarters of these clients are regulars like Mike; the rest are newcomers or one-timers. Many jobs become boring or routine after a few months or years, but I'm just as enthused about my work as I was the very first time I slipped my tongue in between a pair of male butt cheeks - in fact, more so.
Mike's schedule doesn't permit the daily appointments that I'd prefer and that would allow me to lick him clean after every dump, but he does arrange for me to clean him three or four times a week. We never exchange more than a few words; if he's visiting my studio, he comes in, takes off his jacket, shoes, pants, and undershorts, then mounts my padded rim platform - a custom-made piece of furniture that lets a client relax comfortably on his stomach and knees in a modified doggie position, his butt perfectly positioned for oral servicing. Mike's ass is always at least moderately dirty, sometimes incredibly so - experience has taught me that I'm more likely to find a really raunchy ass on a well-dressed businessman than on a blue-collar type. If it's been a while since his last dump, the shit smudges will be dry and caked, which means I'll have to use a lot of spit and vigorous tongue action to loosen them, and a lot of heavy-duty sucking to slurp them up into my mouth; but if his dump has been within the last hour or two, or if he's recently worked up a good sweat, his ass crack will be moist and gooey and lapping up the gunk will be a snap.
A quick inspection after Mike settles onto the rim platform reveals that his ass crack is gooey with shit and sweat today. It'll be an easy, tasty session.
Once I start licking a client's butt I'm usually too focused on my work to talk much, and Mike usually says very little as he zones out on the intense pleasure of getting his ass eaten. But today, as I repeat over and over the cycle of licking, tasting, and swallowing, Mike asks if I ever do younger guys.
"Yeah, sometimes," I say, then resume licking a particularly thick brown streak just to the left of his asshole.
"How young?" he asks.
I swallow a pea-sized chunk of shit I've just slurped up from close to his hole before answering. "A college kid will come by now and then - that's probably the youngest. Why do you ask?"
"I have a son who just turned eighteen last week, and I think it's time to introduce him to this luxury."
Inside I'm thinking, "God, that sounds great! Fuck yes, I'll clean you both - and in the same session I hope!" But outwardly I just calmly say, "Absolutely, bring him around sometime; I'll be happy to give him some first-class service."
A couple days later Mike calls to arrange a time to bring his son to my studio.
"Will I be doing you both," I ask, fingers crossed, "or just your son?"
"I'm not sure. Schedule enough time for both of us, that's what I'd prefer. Luke and I are pretty tight, so I think he'll be okay with that, maybe even like it. But we'll have to wait and see how he reacts."
I'm always up as I schedule or wait for clients, but Mike's call gets me so horny that I can hardly keep my hands off my cock as I think about it. And during nearly every session between Mike's call and his scheduled appointment, I find my focus slipping away from the ass I'm actually eating and onto fantasies about the father and son I'm hoping I'll be eating soon.
The time arrives, and Mike arrives, Luke with him. The kid is incredibly sexy. He doesn't look a lot like his father, but he's got his father's confidence and swagger - in twenty years he'll probably be the same well-heeled, successful professional his father is now. He's about the same height as his father, but with the slender physique of an athletic teen. He's extremely good-looking, with slightly olive skin, deep brown eyes, and wavy brown hair that flops down over his forehead and collar. He's in levis and a T-shirt that leave no doubt about his firm, muscular body. He pretends to be a little bored by the whole situation, but I can see that he's taking a good look at me, at everything in my studio, and especially at the rim platform.
"Nice meeting you, Luke. I assume your dad's told you about the special service I provide here, right?" I don't mention anything about his recent birthday - I don't want to embarrass him, or call attention to his young age.
He responds with a bored-sounding "yeah"; he's just bluffing, I know. I'm guessing there's plenty of nervousness below that self-confident exterior.
"You want to go first, or you want your dad to go first?"
Luke jerks his thumb toward his father, indicating that he's willing to give his dad first dibs.
I look at his dad. "Okay with you?"
"Yeah, that's fine with me," Mike says, smiling.
Luke watches out of the corner of his eye as his dad takes off his jacket and everything below his waist except his socks, then climbs bare-assed onto on the rim platform. I doubt if Luke has ever seen his dad's ass the way he can see it now, and I wonder if he'll take a good look or keep his eyes averted. To make it more likely that he'll look, I get a tall bar stool for him to sit on and position it just a little to the side and a little behind his dad's butt. A couple quick glances assures me that though he pretends to be looking around the room, his eyes keep returning to his dad's ass.
I lean in and start licking Mike's butt, long slow strokes with the flat of my tongue up one firm hairy butt cheek, then up the other, slowly working my way toward his crack. I occasionally glance at Luke, who tries to keep that bored look on his face but nonetheless remains all eyes.
Soon I'm spreading Mike's cheeks a little and starting to lick in between them. Mike starts moaning with pleasure at this point, muttering, "Oh yeah, that feels good." I'm glad Mike is expressing how good it feels despite his son being right there - that will make Luke more eager for his turn.
"Are you gonna swallow what you lick off?" Luke suddenly asks.
I'm surprised but pleased by his question - it shows that he's becoming more comfortable with me and with the situation. The swagger has been replaced with adolescent curiosity.
"Yup, every single morsel. That's one of the perks of this job."
Luke looks incredulous. "Doesn't it taste bad?" he asks, his upper lip curling a little.
"To most people, but not to me. I love the taste - especially when a butt tastes as good as your dad's. That's why I love this job."
"You do this all day?"
"Not all day, but many times a day. Maybe six or eight times a day, probably about fifty times a week."
"Does everybody taste the same?"
"Nope, everybody tastes a little different. That's another thing I like. You'll probably taste different from your dad. I like surprises."
I wonder if Luke has any curiosity about how his dad tastes, and wonder how Mike would react if I asked his son if he'd like a little taste of his dad. I decide that I shouldn't push things too fast, and that I shouldn't initially broach the subject in Luke's presence; better to see how this session goes, and perhaps a few more (if I'm lucky), then ask his dad sometime when it's just the two of us.
I still haven't gotten very deep into Mike's ass crack when I see Luke getting off the bar stool. "Just getting my pants off so I'll be ready for my turn," he says.
I smile and say, "Good idea." I continue licking Mike's ass, but between licks I keep glancing at Luke as he undresses. He has the slender, relatively hairless legs of a young man, and is wearing white briefs that have a truly impressive tent in front. He hesitates a few seconds, then slips his briefs off too, revealing a large, youthful, very hard cock and a nice bush of soft brown hair. He sits down again, but can't keep his hands off his cock as he watches me tongue-cleaning his dad's butt.
I've got Mike's ass cheeks fully spread now, ready to get into the tasty part. I lick through a brown streak, then turn my face slightly toward Luke, keeping my tongue visible for a few seconds so that if there's any brown on it, Luke will be able to see it. He does.
"You can taste it now, can't you?" he asks as he watches me moving my tongue around in my mouth, then swallowing.
"Yeah, I can. I love it." But I wait a few seconds before diving back in, keeping Mike's cheeks spread wide so that if Luke wants to, he can see what I'll be licking from his dad's ass. Again, curiosity, combined with maybe growing lust, gets the better of Luke and he leans closer and does a quick inspection of his dad's crack.
It's obviously been a while since Mike took his last shit, because what's left in his ass crack and around and in his hole is pretty dry and caked. That always means a lot more tongue work as I use my saliva to soften the caked shit and then lick and suck it into my mouth. But that actually means more pleasure for Mike - all that tongue action around and in his hole is incredibly pleasurable, and he's moaning like crazy now.
Finally I announce, "Just the hole left to do, and I'll be done." Then I begin the part that will bring Mike the most exquisite pleasure of all - alternately using my tongue to scoop into and to work all around inside his hole, and then clamping my lips around his hole and slurping out the resulting shit-and-saliva mixture. By now Mike is quietly muttering almost continuously: "Oh god... oh god yeah... that feels so good... oh yeah, deeper... get it really clean... get your tongue in my hole... eat my shit... get in deeper... oh fuck this is the best, the very best... Luke, you're going to love this... oh god...."
I won't suck Mike's cock when I'm done with his asshole - I don't want my clients to get a urinary tract infection, which could happen were I to suck a client's cock right after eating his dirty ass. But I know Mike's ready for some relief because his cock, which is right in front of my face, is engorged and visibly throbbing, and there's a big rope of precum hanging down from the cumslit. Before I start licking a client's ass I always position a shallow bowl a few inches below his cock, and the ass-eating has gotten Mike so aroused that there's a sizable pool of precum in the bowl.
"Here's the finish," I say to Luke. I put some lube on my hands, wrap my fingers around his dad's cock, and slowly start milking. I look at Luke; his eyes are wide open now, and he no longer pretends to look anywhere except directly at his dad's cock. I milk slowly and deliberately, wanting to prolong and intensify the pleasure as much as I can. Both Luke and I can tell that his dad is getting closer and closer by how loud his moans are becoming. Finally he growls, "Oh fuck, it's coming!" and spurt after spurt of thick jizz blasts into the bowl.
I keep massaging Mike's cock until it seems that I've milked out every last drop. Then I say to Luke, "One more tasty clean-up job for me." I take the bowl, hold it up so Luke can get a good look at his dad's fresh seed, then lift the bowl to my lips and, being careful to continue giving Luke a good view, let his dad's cum slowly flow into my mouth. I take several seconds working the cum around in my mouth, savoring it fully before swallowing. "That's a great way to clean the palate," I say to Luke, " plus I love it when the shit taste and the cum taste are combined." Then I lick the last drops of cum from the bowl and set the bowl back in place under Mike's softening cock.
It takes Mike a few minutes to recover, but as he finally starts to get down from the rim platform, I say to Luke, "Ready for your turn?"
To my surprise, Luke suddenly seems a little shy, and he hesitates.
Mike is quick to give his son moral support. He puts a hand on Luke's shoulder and gently guides him toward the platform. Once Luke is in position, Mike takes the seat that Luke was just occupying.
And there it is, right in front of me now: that beautiful, dirty, delicious butt of this eighteen-year-old boy, ready to be licked clean while the boy's proud father watches. I can hardly believe my good luck. It seems as if I should be paying the father rather than the other way around.
I start by just massaging Luke's ass cheeks, letting him get used to the feeling of being touched there. His velvety-smooth skin is firm and warm to the touch, and the difference between how his butt feels, and how his father's butt felt - between that of a mature male and a teenage boy - amazes me. As I fondle those delicious butt cheeks, I gradually work them farther and farther apart, giving me, at first, just a quick glimpse of his sweet rosebud, then a full view of it. It's perfect - a tight pink hole surrounded by ripply skin and a few strands of hair, the skin near the hole perhaps a shade darker than the rest of his skin, but not by much. And yes, it's dirty; following his father's directions, I'm sure, Luke didn't wipe after his last dump, so shit is visible both around his hole and nestled in it. I can hardly wait to taste it, to compare it to the taste of his father's, to have the father's and the son's shit mingling in my mouth and in my stomach.
I lean in, moving my face closer and closer to this beautiful boy butt, then take a first lick up his satiny-smooth left ass cheek. He flinches and raises up; the sensation is too different from anything he's ever felt before, too startling, and it's clear that this first lick isn't pleasant for him. His dad gets off the stool, puts a hand on Luke's back and encourages him to just relax, assuring him that he'll like it better and better as he gets used to it. I wait until I sense that Luke is relaxed a little bit again, then take a second lick, this time up his right ass cheek, this time moving my tongue very slowly, and leaving it almost stationary on his butt for a few seconds, letting him get used to the feeling. I can actually feel him relaxing as I keep my tongue on his butt cheek.
Now the other cheek - a similar long loving lick - and yes, "loving" is exactly the right word - I'm already in love with this firm, smooth young butt. I check his cock afterwards; it softened a little after my first lick, but it's getting hard again. That means we're on our way. I take a third lick, a fourth, a fifth, each time a little closer to his ass crack.
"Is what I'm doing feeling better to you?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says, a masculine, self-assured timbre returning to his voice; "I'm starting to like it."
"Good," I reply; "as your father says, you'll like it better and better as I go on."
I put my hands on his cheeks, pry them open a bit. He winces; oh oh, too soon again. I lick all up and down his crack without spreading his cheeks. When my nose is positioned right behind his hole, I can smell the boy shit I'll soon be eating. I keep licking his crack and massaging his cheeks, which are still stiff from nervousness and muscular tension. But soon I feel them relax a little, and as they relax, I push them a little ways apart and lick a little further down in between them. There's no way I can express how wonderful this is.
Suddenly I hear a moan of pleasure from Luke - just what we've been waiting for. I glance at his dad just as his dad looks at me, and we both smile at the progress I'm making.
I keep slowly licking up and down his crack, very slowly spreading his cheeks farther and farther apart so that I can lick deeper and deeper between them.
"You smell so good, man," I say to him, using the term "man" to encourage his returning self-confidence; "I can't wait to see how you taste."
That seems to help him relax even more. I lick deeper. I wish this could go on forever, it's so wonderful.
"Want me to tell you when I finally taste something?" I ask.
"Yeah," Luke almost growls, "tell me when you taste my shit." He's getting into that "I deserve to be served, so lick my dirty ass" mind-set, and I love it.
"Just relax and enjoy," I say; "and I'll get you nice and clean, and will make you feel really good in the process."
I lick some more. And then the very best thing that can happen happens: Luke starts wiggling his butt a little for me. This tells me that it's starting to feel really good to him, that he's finding the experience a big turn-on, and that he wants to make it as pleasurable for himself as possible.
I lick a little deeper between his cheeks; the smell of his crack is very intense now. And then I taste him - taste his shit. This is the moment everything has been leading toward. I pull back, eyes closed, savoring the taste of the shit I've just licked from this beautiful young male butt.
"I just tasted you," I say to him. "And you taste very, very good. I can't wait to taste more, to taste everything you have for me."
He laughs a little, and his dad smiles. I spread his cheeks further, survey the full job I have to do. "Damn, man," I say to him, "your crack is as dirty as your dad's!" At that, dad and son look at each other and both chuckle. I take a few more seconds just to look at his crack, to savor its beauty. It's glorious, that deep part of his crack, his hole, and all that sweet shit from his last unwiped dump. Then I lean in and lick a little more shit from his crack. "Mmmmm," I murmur, as I taste and swallow. Then I dive in for more, licking all up and down his ass crack, licking all around his hole - but not touching it yet.
Yes, the best is yet to come, for him and for me. That most special, most private part of this boy - his hole - is just waiting to be eaten. I spread his cheeks wide and simply admire that sweet boy hole for a few seconds. Then it's time to give him what he'll probably remember as the best part of the session. I lean in and find his hole with the tip of my tongue. I know that his hole is rich with pleasure-sensitive nerve endings, and that what I'm doing will be exquisitely pleasurable to him. He squirms in delight, whimpers louder than he has yet. I work my tongue around in his hole, softening the shit that's lodged there. He squirms more, whimpers louder. Before the saliva-and-shit mixture can run from his hole and down onto his young nuts, I scoop it up with my tongue and taste it. It's so incredibly good - nothing can be better. What a fantastic job I have. I can hardly stand to swallow it, I love holding it in my mouth so much. But I do swallow it - swallow this boy's shit as his father watches - and then I'm back for more, eating his hole with abandon, prying every bit of shit from it, clamping my lips around that hole and greedily sucking out its wonderful contents. At this moment I believe that I could do this all day every day for the rest of my life.
But all good things must come to an end. I'm smelling less and less between his cheeks, am tasting less and less with each lick. I've worked my tongue as far up inside his tight little hole as it will go, have rimmed his hole over and over, have sucked on that hole till there's nothing left to suck out. Plus I know another client will be here soon with another dirty butt to be licked clean. The session has to end.
But I know Luke will be disappointed if I don't finish with the same treatment I gave his father. I now glance at his dad, and see that he's fully hard again - watching me eating his son's dirty ass, and seeing all the pleasure Luke got from the experience, has obviously gotten Mike incredibly aroused again.
I suddenly have a hunch about how to make things even better for both of them. I motion to Mike to move around in front of Luke so that Luke can see how hard his dad is. Mike immediately does so, and I see Luke looking up to see where his dad has moved, then looking down and staring directly at his dad's hard cock.
I lube my hands, then start pleasuring Luke's cock and balls. His balls are big and firm - just what one would expect in a teen just reaching his prime seed-producing years - and his cock is incredibly hard and very warm to the touch. My full attention now is devoted to giving him the kind of orgasm that will keep him coming back again and again. As I work his cock and balls, he starts pumping his butt up and down as if he were fucking something or someone - instinct is such a powerful force. Then, when his pleasure seems almost unbearable, I see him reach out and grab hold of his dad's cock with one hand, his dad's balls with the other. He doesn't work his dad's cock, he just holds on to it and pulls it closer as his moans become louder and louder, then crescendo into loud whimpers as his cock clenches over and over in my hand and the bowl is filled with thick hot boy cream.
It takes Luke several minutes to relax after he cums; his dad and I quietly watch him come back to earth, satisfied smiles on our faces the whole time. Finally he sits up and says, "Wow, amazing!"
"Will you be back?" I ask.
"Oh yeah!" he says, shaking his head energetically up and down. "We'll be back, won't we, Dad!"
As soon as they're gone, I see the bowl on the rim platform. It's still flooded with Luke's cum. I check the time - my next client won't be here for another twenty minutes. I pick up the bowl and take a closer look at Luke's cum. It hasn't become runny yet - it's still thick and cloudy and incredibly appetizing. I unzip my trousers, take my cock out, and start masturbating with my right hand as I hold the bowl at eye-level with my left. Within seconds I'm right on the edge. I could shoot any time, but I want the pleasure to last for as much time as I have. And I want to savor this boy cum.
I set the bowl on a shelf that's about chest-high, then dip my left index finger into the cum and swirl it around a little. The feel and the texture of the cum send chills through my body. I lift my finger and inspect the cum clinging to it - I want it so bad it hurts, it's so beautiful, so succulent. I lift that cum-drenched fingertip to my lips, lay it on my tongue, and paint my tongue with it. Then I close my lips around my finger and suck the cum into my mouth. I almost keel over, the pleasure is so intense. I dip my finger into the pool of cum again, admire it again, taste it again, swallow again, masturbating continuously as I do so, keeping my cock on the very edge. The minutes are slipping away, but right now time means nothing. I keep eating cum - Luke's cum, Mike's son's cum, cum from that beautiful teenage body, cum from those beautiful teenage balls, cum shot from that magnificent teenage cock - until there's only a smear of cum left in the bowl.
It's time to let go. It's time to celebrate Mike and Luke and cock and cum and male butt and male shit, to honor them with a nut-draining ejaculation. I stroke now to put myself over the top. The pleasure is so intense that it spreads in powerful waves throughout my whole body. The room disappears, the world disappears. Suddenly, in my mind, my tongue is deep inside Luke's dirty hole again, probing, tasting, struggling, exploring, digging, longing, feeding. I feel my own cum rising up. I lift the bowl to my lips and lick the last traces of Luke's cum from it. As the taste of Luke's cum hits my brain one last time, my cock convulses, and I let go....