Trade

Trade 16 by Mark James

The weirder the sex the higher the pay, it seems that I had found my niche and the word got around. Unfortunately I had decided that that was not the route I wanted to take.

Bill and I had established a personal relationship and I fit time to be with him in my schedule. It was my only non-commercial sex and is probably the only thing which had kept me from spiraling down into a world of BDSM where most of my clients seemed to want to go.

Sex had made me rich, at least what I considered rich, and I was awash in cash and didn't know what to do with it. I knew I had to deal with the IRS and I wasn't using my real name but I didn't know how to correct the situation.

At one of my dinner dates with Bill I brought up the problem and he gave me the name of a guy to see. He was a tax attorney so he could cover all of the areas where I needed advice. Bill said he would give him a call and set up an appointment. We had dinner and then adjourned to the bedroom.

We lip locked as soon as we walked in the door. We both like kissing so we stood there making kissy face for 15 minutes and then he stripped off his shirt, backed me into the bed until I sat down and unzipped his jeans.

I took his package in my hand and admired it, He already had an erection and I bent my head down and mouthed it along its length. I took his jeans and briefs down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I slid to my knees and took his cut cock in my mouth and sucked it. He had a nice cock to fuck with. Its crown was not much larger than his shaft and his shaft was not too wide and was the same width for its whole length.

I raised both hands up and stroked his hard, muscular torso. I do so love the feel of his body. His cock tasted of soap. My hands left his torso and massaged his ass as I pulled his body forward and deep throated his cock.

"Oh fuck, man, that's the way to suck it"

He pulled me up, dropped to his knees, pulled down my pants and briefs and took all of my erect cock into his mouth, sucked a few times and then licked up and down its length as he fondled my balls. He captured my crown in his mouth and licked and sucked on it. I have a very sensitive gland and he had me writhing in no time.

"I guess I better not do that for very long. You don't want to cum the first thing."

He pushed me down on the bed on my back, straddled me facing my feet and sat his ass down on my face.

"Lick my ass; I know how much you like licking it and I can't wait to get my face inside your butt crack."

He pulled my legs and torso up and over and buried his face in my crack and licked my asshole. We both enjoyed rimming and we lay there sucking and licking each other's asshole for 20 minutes.

Then he dropped my legs back on the bed, reversed position, stuck his cock down my throat and mouth fucked me.

"It really turns me on the way you like me to face fuck you."

He loved burying his cock down my throat and holding it until I gagged. He obviously enjoyed face fucking me as much as I enjoyed being face fucked. He pulled his cock out and swung it back and forth, beating my cheeks with it.

"You like my cock man."

"I love your cock. Fuck me with it."

I took a condom off of the night stand and slid it onto his cock. Although it was lubricated, I poured some more `Wet' on his cock and lubed it up real good. He slid down between my legs and turned me over on my stomach and pulled me up on my knees. He poured lube on my asshole and on his fingers, and then the inserted one finger up my asshole. He pulled it back out, lubed it some more and slipped in back in. He did this until my asshole was really slick. Then he slid his middle finger up my ass and massaged my prostate.

"Oh fucking shit man, Oh yeah. Keep it up guy. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Fuck, that's good"

He pulled out his finger and the inserted two of them and finger fucked me some more.

"Oh yeah man, that feels so good. Oh God, yes."

He finger fucked my ass for about 5 minutes. My cock was dripping pre-cum all over the place. He reached around my torso, grabbed my cock and massaged the pre cum into the head of my cock with his thumb.

My whole body shook and I writhed on the bed as I cried out, "Jesus fucking Christ, Oh God, Oh shit, Fuck, awhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh."

He let go of my cock before he made me cum and pulled his fingers out of my ass. He positioned himself on the bed and slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass.

He drove me crazy. I wanted his cock up my ass so bad. It was so close and what he was doing felt good but it wasn't like having his cock in my ass.

"Please Bill, fuck me. I need your cock in my ass. Please."

He stopped rubbing it up and down. He put his cock head at the entrance to my asshole and pushed and shoved at my asshole without ever penetrating. My cock was as hard as a rock just like his was.

"Fuck me man, please," I said with a crack in my voice as I almost cried from frustration, "stick it up my ass."

He pushed his cock against my hole and slowly slid the head of his cock in my asshole and stopped. Then he pulled it out and in, out and in. He was fucking me with the head of his cock. I was so frustrated I was beside myself.

"Fuck me you cocksucker. Give me all you've got," I cried.

He rammed his cock up my ass.

"Is that the way you wanted it."

"Oh God yes, oh that's great. Now fuck my ass, please."

He pulled his cock out, flipped me over on my back and drove his cock back up my ass.

He fucked me with long slow strokes. It felt so good. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over my stomach. But I wanted it rough. I wanted him to really ram it in and out of my ass.

"Is that all you have Bill: can't go any harder or faster than that?"

That stoked him up. Suddenly he was fucking my ass with a vengeance with long fast strokes. He lay on top of me, his lips found mine and we kissed frantically as his hips drove his cock in and out of my ass like a pile driver.

I wrapped my arms around his body and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me stud. Oh yeah, you're great man. I love your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. It was an incredible fuck. I could never have lasted as long as he did.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Pull out, man. Bury your cock down my throat and then cum."

He stopped pumping, pulled out, removed the condom, straddled my face, buried his cock as far down my throat as he could and blew his cum down my throat as he ejaculated again and again.

He pulled out, stood up turned around, buried his cum streaked cock down my throat again, leaned forward and swallowed my hard cock down his throat.

He kept pumping his hips, driving his cock in and out of my mouth as he sucked my cock with deep throat sucking motions. I flexed my hips, moaned and blew my load in his mouth. He moaned in appreciation as he took my loads of cum and swallowed them down. We continued to suck on each other cock until they were soft.

He turned around and we lay next to each other kissing and swapping cum and saliva for another 15 minutes before we came up for air.

Bill propped himself up on one elbow and used his other hand to stroke my chest and abs.

He looked me right in the eye and said, "Randy, you know I've fallen in love with you."

"I love you too, but you know what I do for a living. I'm just a whore."

He put his finger across my mouth and said, "Shush, don't say that, don't ever put yourself down with me. My family money came from rum running during prohibition. We bought and fought our way to our present respectability otherwise people would be calling me "the Godfather.""

He leaned over and lovingly kissed me as one lover to another. I was amazing how different it felt than kissing as part of a sexual frenzy.

We got up, showered, dressed and went in the living room and Bill poured us a drink.

"I have another financial question. My broker client gave me the name of what he called a dollar stock and suggested I immediately invest as much as I could in the stock. He said he would be surprised if the stock didn't rise to $25.00 a share or higher within the next 90 days. I don't know anything about stocks and in my questionable position with the IRS I don't think I could open a brokerage account. Do you think this is a legitimate stock tip? Even if I could invest my money I don't know if I should."

"I'm surprised he gave you the tip. He must really like you. He has access to that kind of information all of the time but he doesn't usually pass it out to anyone but his clients. I think that is as good an invitation to print money as you can get."

"I've got about a $1,000,000 in cash, but I suspect that I owe half of that to the IRS that's why I need to see your tax attorney friend."

"Greg is the best guy I know at making questionable money legitimate and at minimizing the tax bite. I suspect that you will end up paying a lot less than $500,000 to the government after he gets through with making you financially respectable.

I have a suggestion. If you don't mind sharing the name of the company with me, I will buy 2,000,000 shares and we will split the profits fifty-fifty. If the tip pans out your share will be about $25,000,000. Normally the tax bite on that would be $12,500,000 but I wouldn't be surprised if Greg couldn't cut that to almost zero. In fact if you would share the tip with him also, I am sure that he would never charge you a penny for his services for the rest of your life."

I sat there stupefied with my mouth hanging open.

"You're not serious," I croaked because suddenly my mouth had dried up. "Why would you do that?"

"First because it will probably be the easiest $25,000,000 I ever made, second because I love you and third because I have the money and you don't. But this is not all a one-sided affair. You have the name of the company. This would not even be possible without that."

"But the risk? You might lose your $2,000,000."

"I don't think so. Your client has a pretty good track record at these types of things. If whatever he thinks is about to happen doesn't pan out I suspect when all the dust has settled the stock will still be worth at least a $1.00 a share."

"Let me talk to Greg," he said as he picked up the phone.

I didn't even listen to the call, I was stunned and felt as if I was about to go into shock. Obviously I did because I woke up 10 minutes later with my head in Bill's lap. He was wiping my face with a cold compress.

"Oh God Randy, don't do that again. You scared me half to death," he said with tears streaming down his face, as he pulled my head against his chest and held me in his arms.

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, I know," he said as he stroked my face.

If I hadn't really believed him before when he said he loved me, I believed him now.

After we had both regained our composure, Bill told me that I had a meeting with Greg at 8 A. M. in the morning and he gave me his address and phone number.

"I will give you 3 hours to transact your business and then I will show up about 11:00 and we will draw up the papers for the stock purchase. Greg said he is willing to invest in 1,000,000 shares with you on the same basis as my agreement with you and you might want to invest maybe $300,000 of you own money. Please don't pass out again. If it all works out you will gross $45,000,000 or more."

"Before this latest wrinkle, I suspect that Greg would have accepted mutual sex as payment for his services, but now he may feel that your professional relationship has moved beyond that. But Greg is a fine looking man and if he doesn't try to shag you, you may bring it up yourself. There is nothing like a good blow job to cement a relationship. I don't mind, that is why I allowed 3 hours for you to transact your business. Maybe when our deals are signed and sealed we can have a three way and then go out and have a celebratory lunch."

"Its hard to imagine that my world could change so dramatically because I was mean to a nice guy and forced him to suck my cock on a regular basis even if it was role playing. I just can't get it through my head how dramatically different the rich are."

"Well in three months you can count yourself as being among the rich. However when you are still hobnobbing with guys who spend twice your net worth to buy a yacht for their personal use you will be aware of the relative meaning of the term rich. After all Oprah Winfrey was earning $384,000,000 a year for just the Oprah Winfrey show."

"That's interesting, because I've been invited to go sailing on yachts a number of times, but I figured it didn't make economic sense for me. I could make $100,000 or more in my good weeks and nobody was going to pay me that kind of money to go sailing on a yacht even if I blew everybody on the ship. There are lots of guys on those ships who do what I do for a whole lot less money. Somehow, without even trying, I've ended up in the rarified heights of the super rich who pay me obscene amounts of money to do what I like to do and what I would have gladly done 2 years ago for $50.00 a trick. That's not to mention things like stock tips that could earn me millions of dollars or even more with help from my friends."

"I feel like the lady in Reba McIntyre's song Fancy; "I charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat I got a Georgia Mansion and a New York flat." Instead with me it could be a stockbroker, a computer whiz and a social network developer, since they are all potentially or actually worth billions of dollars and don't mind spending it. I had no idea until tonight how easy it was for the rich to get richer or that I would ever have a chance to tap into the system. I did realize that the prime time for paid escorts is from 18 to 25, so I had about 5 more years before I was no longer desirable."

"I suggest you go home and get a good night's sleep before your meeting tomorrow. You may dream of dollar bills instead of sugar plums, but hopefully they will be nice dreams."

He walked me to the door, gave me a fantastic goodbye kiss and said, "See you tomorrow." _____________________________________________________

In the morning when I arrived at the address I was given, I found it was a private residence. Greg answered the door himself.

As we walked back to his office he explained that he did have an office and staff but with modern electronics could operate from anywhere.

He preferred to meet me here. Then he asked me to explain what I needed in my own words.

"In a nutshell, I'm a 20 year gay whore, who through some fortunate circumstances has been catapulted from the status of a street walker to servicing the incredibly rich. I don't use my real name and I have accumulated about $1,000,000 in cash in the last 6 or 7 months. I'm not going to do this forever and I don't want the IRS after me for income tax evasion, but I don't know how to become legitimate. Bill said you were a marvel at finance, law and taxes and were just the man who could help me out. I need to account for the money I have accumulated and to pay any taxes due. I've never had to file a tax return before because I have never made enough money. I can't put down on my return that my occupation is "Whore" and since my business is all cash I can't even account for it without violating my client's privacy."

"Bill told me a little more about you and I think you are being a little hard on yourself. I think the world of Bill and he thinks the world of you so to categorize yourself as a gay whore doesn't say much for your state of mind. I'm good at what I do and I make a lot of money doing it, as obviously do you. I could categorize myself as a legal or tax whore, because that is also true, but that mind set would just take me places I don't want to go."

"You are in the service business and using that as a basis I don't think it will be hard to, as you say, legitimize you. For business purposes you are going to end up with a business card that identifies you as a consultant and that's what will go on your tax return.

From what Bill told me, I think if things work out, you will become very rich in a very short time. As long as we can properly account for your investment income, taking all legitimate avenues available to reduce the tax bite, and set you up as a real life consultant, the available cash that you have that nobody else knows about will never be questioned. When you have legally obtained 20 or 30 million dollars, nobody is going to question how you disburse a measly $500,000 especially if you spend it as cash, the same way you received it.

There are going to be a lot of legal documents, investment accounts, bank account, brokerage accounts, corporations, pension funds and probably other lawyers and accountants. We might as well get you a passport also. At some point you are going to want to travel. The rich are a business unto themselves. I'm not sure that you know what you are getting into to."

Greg was standing in front of a blackboard about to explain what he had in mind.

"Bill explained about your fee structure."

Greg turned red with embarrassment.

"Well that was before I fully understood the situation."

I walked up to him and kissed him.

He was tentative in his response at first, not really sure if I was serious or not. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and reached down and stroked his cock through his trousers. He loosened up and soon we were passionately kissing.

I drew him backward under I was resting against the edge of the desk. He got to his knees and had my trousers open in an instant and was sucking on my hard cock through the material in my briefs.

Once he had gotten over his initial hesitation he was a ready and willing cock sucker. This really surprised me. I had thought that he would have wanted me to blow him. Bill had not said anything about Greg being gay. He pulled my briefs down and really went for my cock with a vengeance. It was like he was afraid that if he did not get it all in that instance that my cock would be taken away from him.

Then he really got with it and took me down to my pubes. God I love being deep throated. I really love it when somebody I really like is a good cock sucker and really likes blowing me. God is that ever a turn-on!!

He didn't really seem that interested in the rest of my body. There was no body stroking, ball fondling or finger fucking. He obviously just liked cock.

He had his cock out of his pants and was stroking while he was between my legs sucking me. I took off my shirt. That would usually have a guy stroking my torso, sucking on my nipples or kissing my chest and stomach, but he just wanted to suck my cock.

I slid his tie off, placed it around his neck and held his head on my cock so he couldn't take it out of his mouth. He loved the restraint and being forced down on my cock.

I let go of his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he sucked me. He let it slide off of his shoulders as he continued to suck. He didn't want to let go off my cock.

Finally I had to stop him or I was going to cum. He rose and I got behind him, dropped to my knees and licked the crack of his ass.

"Oh, yeah man, lick my ass."

I really couldn't reach his asshole because it was too far in the cleft of his ass. He brought his right leg up and placed his foot on the top of the table, thus opening access. I pushed my face in the cleft of his ass and speared his asshole with my tongue and licked up and down.

"Oh yeah, I fucking love it."

I did too. I loved licking a guy's clean asshole. He kept pushing his ass back against my face. I pushed forward, locked my lips around his asshole and sucked and licked on it for all I was worth.

"Jesus guy, I love what you can do with your mouth."

He had been jacking his cock during all of this and finally he said, "Fuck me man, fuck my ass, before I lose my load."

I stood up, he handed me a condom and I slid it on my cock and pressed the head of my cock against his asshole and slightly pushed.

"Oh fuck man, push it in."

I just toyed with his asshole, sliding my cock up and down his cleft and starting to push into his ass and then withdrawing.

"Please Randy, drive your cock home, and fuck me please."

So I drove my cock in his ass and rhythmically fucking his ass.

"Faster, harder man, hurt me, make me scream."

I didn't really want to hurt him; I figured we were just role playing, but I started really ramming it to him until he did bend over the table and yelled, "Ow, ow, ow," through his clenched teeth.

Then he raised his torso, turned his face back and we kissed.

"God guy, you really know how to fuck a guy's ass. Let's change position."

He lay back on the table and I stuck my cock in his ass again.

"Now, fuck the hell out of my ass."

I fucked him hard and fast.

He raised his torso up; I wrapped my hand around his neck and held him in that half erect position.

He grimaced, cried, yelled and said, "Oh fuck that hurts. I love it."

I let his torso lay back on the table and said, "I'm coming."

"Please, pull out and come in my mouth."

So, I withdrew, straddled his face, buried my cock in his mouth and blew my load.

He shot at the same time and got his cum all over my back.

When my cock got soft, I withdrew, and got off the table. Greg got up, bent me over the table and licked his cum off of my back.

After he was finished, we both stood up and kissed passionately.

We finally broke it and he said, "Let's take a shower. Separately, we don't have time to do that again."

When we returned to the office our relationship had a different more comfortable feel. We spent the next two hours creating a different me. Greg was on the computer creating documents, receiving or printing them and talking what was essentially gobble-de-gook to me to the people in his office. I signed documents until I got writer's cramp.

At 11:00 Bill walked in the door.

"Well Greg have you got Randy all straightened away."

"You mean "Sam Hamilton?"

Bill looked at me and asked, "Is that your legal name?"

"Yes."

"He can use any name he wants too, but all of these legal documents are in his legal name."

Bill said, "Whatever name you want to use is fine with me."

"We have him set up with a brokerage account; we just have to decide what to do with it. Here are the partnership agreements for our stock purchases. All we need is the name of the company."

Bill took the documents and read them over.

"They look fine to me. Randy what is the name of the company we are going to be buying stock in?

I told him and Greg called up a stock quote.

"Right now it is selling at $.75 a share. I suggest that Randy buy first and we see what that does to the price. If he can get it at current price he will have 400,000 shares. You and I will then buy shares through multiple accounts at market. Hopefully we can buy at an average cost of less than a dollar a share. There is no telling how the market will react to such large purchases."

So that's what we did. The die was cast.