White Collar Tales

White Collar Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following is for adults only. It contains depiction of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further.

Another white collar story, this time with a hustler twist. Comments or story suggestions to billdrake@hotmail.com. For more of my stories, check out the Authors page of Nifty, or join my Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/

White Collar Tales #16 Executive Compensation

Jeff Michaels paused in front of the closet mirror. At age 25, his body was conditioned, powerful, and graceful in its musculature. He was - there was simply no other way to describe it - perfect. What four years of college lacrosse hadn't given him, three years of dedicated workouts since had. Add to the picture a slightly patrician face, with a prominent, stately nose, but full, round cheeks, a little ruddy in tint. Straight pearly white smile. Powder blue eyes. His dusty blond-brown hair was just beginning to show the start of thinning on top, but it would be several years yet. For now, Jeff was in the prime of his manhood and youth.

He slipped on a jock supporter, then a trusty, well-worn pair of workout shorts. Two and a half hours in the gym lie ahead of him. He laughed to himself as he patted his rock hard abdomen. It was unbelievable what he'd done to put himself through Wharton. Thing was, Jeff was starting to like this absurd lifestyle. The amazing condo with the walk-in closets and spectacular views. The nights being wined and dined. He shut his eyes and tried to shut out the images of the rest but his body broke out in goosebumps as he admitted, if only silently and to himself, that he liked that part of it too. Liked it all.

A couple of minutes later he was in the luxury hi-rise building's athletic facility. Already his workout partner, Mark Lyons, was there doing a warm-up set.

"Hiya bud," Jeff greeted as he tossed his towel, protein shake, and lifting grips to the side.

"Hey," Mark grunted as he reracked the weights. Mark was a couple of years older than Jeff, and had a good running start on muscle mass and strength. He couldn't compare, though, to the younger man's stunning proportions and pure masculine beauty.

The two had first met in the lobby of the building. It was late at night and both were returning home - Jeff with Dave, Mark with Hal. Two younger men escorted home by two older, prosperous men. The two locked eyes in immediate mutual recognition. Jeff looked away in shame and wanted to crawl away immediately. He managed to keep his composure as the older men, two business acquaintances it turns out, made small talk. He deferentially shook Hal Johnson's hand and smiled accomodatingly as Dave Crawford was his normal, scotch-buzzed chatty self.

At first the existence of another man like him made Jeff even more ashamed. Worse, still the guy was at the gym nonstop, just like him. Eventually, Jeff couldn't help but be attracted to Mark. The guy reminded him of his fraternity brothers. Specifically of his best friend Ryan.

Jeff made the mistake of coming on to Mark in the shower.

Mark slapped his hand away and growled, his dark brown eyes practically on fire. "Listen you dumb fuck, don't you try that shit again. I got a good thing going and I'm not gonna mess it up cause you get horny."

Jeff a little dejected and angry spit back, "What the fuck? It's not like they're gonna know."

Mark shook his head, calming down a little. He had a thick wrestler's build, smooth except for a treasure trail, and his pale skin was flushed red from the heat of the shower. "You're pretty green at this aren't you? They'd know. Trust me, they always know. A guy I know just got dropped last week for sneaking around."

"You know others?" Jeff's surprise was evident.

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"No." Jeff took a second to think. "Well, one," he added, thinking of Ryan. "But I don't think he's doing it any more," he said sadly.

"Got any one looking out for you?"

Jeff shook his head.

"What arrangement you got with Crawford?"

Jeff was surprised Mark knew the man's last name. He wasn't sure he should tell him. But there they were, two men in pretty much the same boat, sharing the intimate space of the locker room.

"Two thousand a week, plus the condo. That and free meals when we go out... oh, and a clothing tab at Bergdorf's." Jeff was embarrassed to rattle off the perks, but also felt eager to see if he was getting his due.

Mark nodded his head approvingly. "Cool. He's treating you right. I didn't picture him for a skin flint but you never know."

"How much is he...?" Jeff paused, afraid to ask and having already forgotten Mark's man's name.

"Johnson. Hal Johnson. I get about 25% more than you, but I've had to work my way to that. The longer you stick with your guy the more appreciate he'll be. I started out at a lower rate than you." Mark toweled off his beefy mass and eyed his new colleague. "Then again, I'm not as good looking as you."

That's how it started, their friendship. And it stayed strictly platonic. Funnily enough, Jeff stopped pining after the young men. He'd had a revelation, one heated night in the sack, right after Dave had fucked Jeff's second load of the night out of him. He felt the man's arms circle around him and the hard penis shafting harder and harder in and out of his upturned ass. It felt right. Jeff knew he'd chased after the men his age so he wouldn't have to admit how much he liked this. Liked getting fucked by David Crawford, a married-with-kids hedge fund manager. Liked being owned by David Crawford.

The workout was going longer than normal.

"Man you're hitting the weights hard today, Jeffy boy," Mark observed. "What gives? Got a hot date tonight?"

Jeff smiled as he sat up from the bench, rubbing the soreness out of his triceps. "Crawford's birthday's today."

Mark let out a playful whistle and gave a gentle slap to Jeff's finetuned back as he took the younger man's place on the bench. "You giving him any special gift?" he asked cheekily.

"Maybe." Jeff blushed at how excited he was to be celebrating Dave's birthday.

Mark pushed out a set. He sat up and patted his thighs. "Spill it, buddy. You giving him a nice, loving rim job?"

Jeff laughed and shook his head. "No. Funny... Dave doesn't care for those. Says he'd rather eat me out. "

"An ass man. Figures. Crawford's definitely the type. Not that you're complaining, I'm sure."

Jeff blushed.

"Like I figured. OK, so the man doesn't like rim jobs and you can't convince me you don't blow him on a regular basis. So what is it?"

"Crawford's been wanting to share me for a while."

Mark's eyes lit up. "You mean?"

Jeff nodded. "Take me over to his friend's house and pass me around."

"Fuck. How you feel about that?"

"Nervous. I've shot him down every time he's suggested it. But well, Mark, you're gonna think I'm a sick puppy but the man's been treating me pretty well lately and I wanted to do something for him."

"You do do something for him. Several times a week."

"I know, buddy. It's just... aw, forget it."

"Man, Jeff, don't tell me you've fallen for him."

Jeff hung his head down before he could bear to look his friend in the eye. His eyes were getting a little misty.

Mark stretched out his arms, pulling Jeff into a bear hug. "Come here, big guy. It's all right, man. Just be careful."

Jeff thought Dave Crawford was gonna be a one time john. He was working for an escort service then. He'd just wrapped up one trick - a hotel tryst with a small town police chief who liked to come into the city to let off a little steam - and was in a cab heading back to his apartment. Then the text came in from the service. Some married guy attending a black-tie fundraiser wanted a quickie and was willing to pay top dollar for a "straight-acting jock." Would Jeff be available? The young man texted back an affirmative reply and soon was on his way to a Midtown hotel/conference center.

He checked with the assumed name the service provided him and made his way up to the room. He raided the minibar for a bourbon. He never wanted to give johns the impression he was trying to fleece them, but one drink was customary and it always helped Jeff relax.

The man was entering the room in short order. He was taller than Jeff by an inch and also had a big build thought not nearly as defined. He had a little bit of a gut padding the middle, yet dressed in a tuxedo he looked handsome and distinguished. Jeff guessed he was 45.

The man didn't speak but was clearly impressed with what he'd received. Roughly, he gripped Jeff and pulled him into a deep, heavy kiss. Quickly, he fumbled with his zipper and soon had his erect cock pulled out. After a couple of minutes making out, he pulled Jeff back and guided him downward. The guy wanted a quick suck, Jeff could oblige.

A thick, beautiful cock awaited him. Jeff licked and slurped the veiny surface then stuck the round head into his mouth. The man grunted in excitement then put his large hands on top of Jeff's hand and started forcing Jeff's head down onto his erection. The thickness pushed impatiently into the young man's gullet. Jeff's face was soon shoved against the soft wool tux trousers. He struggled to breathe then calmed down and breathed in through his nose as his throat got powerfucked. Deep, hard thrusts, one deliberate shove after another. It didn't take long before the man was huffing and leaning back. "Unh, unh, unh! Fuck, yeah, Oh! Yeah!" The man then swallowed his cry as he sent salvos of sperm down Jeff's cocksucking throat.

Jeff pulled back and looked at the spermy, spent cock, still hard and pulsing, dripping softly onto the carpet below. He leaned forward and swiped the excess jizz off the stick, lapping it back into his mouth, where it trickled down to his stomach. He was definitely shot full with a nice, creamy load. Normally Jeff liked quickies for the promise of getting it all over quickly. With this man, he just loved the intensity, the fact the guy was using him to get off and get off quick and hard.

The man looked down with an acknowledgement of appreciation. Jeff stood up and watched as that masterful prick got wiped off with a handkerchief and stuffed back into the tuxedo pants. The john readjusted his cummerbund, then reached in his pocket. He shoved a wad of bills in Jeff's hand. Jeff knew it was poor etiquette to count in front of the john and knew there was $250 there, maybe with an extra tip.

"Thanks," the man said in a deep voice.

"Yeah," Jeff replied, still a little out of breath.

The guy winked at him then turned to exit the room.

Jeff went into the bathroom and pulled down his jeans. The inside was coated in fresh sperm. First time this had happened: he'd shot off just sucking the guy.

The agency had called again. Fundraiser Quickie guy wanted a repeat. Was Jeff free Tuesday evening? Jeff agreed in a heartbeat. He didn't always accept requests for repeats. He knew he had the looks to be a little picky in who he took on as a regular. And he knew how to be discriminating in picking out the guys with enough income; some men would splurge on an escort and then try to talk you into giving it away for free. Those were not worth the headache, Jeff decided.

Something about this guy turned him on. It didn't happen very often. Oh, he could do his duties and come with a john if he had to, but he got used to being an object. Usually men wanted to have their way with him and that usually meant fucking him til they got their nut. Jeff had made his place in the escort service because of his looks, his regular-guy demeanor and his ability to bottom without discomfort.

But with this man, Jeff learned to love sucking dick. Learned to love servicing the john.

Tuesday night rolled around, and it was about 7 pm when the car service pulled up in front of Jeff's building. He opened the back door and crawled in. Quickie Guy was there, dressed in a dark-gray pinstripe suit, pressed light-blue shirt and pastel tie. In his lap a briefcase was open, but as he saw Jeff enter, the man set down the report he was reading back into the case and set the whole thing aside. He grinned lewdly and spread his legs. Jeff could see the man was already boned and his body shuddered as he remembered the last time blowing the man.

"Glad you could make it, son. You're looking good." His eyes swept up and down the young man's perfect form.

"You too, sir," Jeff croaked, nervousness battling his laid-back jock voice. "I'm glad you wanted to see me again."

The man's eyebrows raised. "You did, did you? Heh." Already his arm was circling Jeff's shoulder, pulling the hunky man against him. "What's your name?"

"Jeff"

The man paused and looked at him. "Jeff, huh? You look like a Jeff. At least now I know who to ask for next time I call your service."

"Yes, sir," Jeff replied, unsure where this was going.

"Yeah, I haven't met anyone as good at giving head. You got me off in one minute flat."

Jeff's eyes twinkled, a little proud, a little turned on. "I thought you were just horny, sir."

"You can call me Dave."

"I thought you were just horny, Dave."

"I'm always horny, big guy. But I don't normally blast off like a teenager after the prom. You've got a talented mouth."

"Thank you," Jeff said, shrugging as if to say it was all in a day's work.

"How about putting that mouth to work now? Whaddya say?"

"My pleasure, Dave," Jeff whispered, his hand reaching down the crotch of the man's suit, where a hard stalk poked a high ridge beneath the zipper. "You've got a perfectly straight cock," Jeff observed quietly.

"You make me hard, son," the man replied. "Take it out, I've gotta get off."

Jeff fumbled with the zipper and soon had Dave's thick erection in his grasp. It felt warm and smooth to the touch. Both men moaned as he plopped the fat head into his mouth. It was all of a sudden that Jeff felt like all of his times hustling so far was practice for this moment. Learning how to open up his jaw, how to relax his throat, how to take the man in without gagging, how to be the perfect fantasy for this wealthy man.

Soon Jeff was alternating slow sword-swallowing deep throat motion with quick up and down vacuuming. The former turned Dave on big time, but the latter is what got him off. He didn't come as quickly as the time before, but it was still pretty soon. Jeff gulped down thick, salty globs of his semen.

"Fuck!" Dave swore. "Why do I feel I'm gonna be dropping several thou before I'm able to last longer than 5 minutes?"

From then on, they had a standing appointment twice a week. Dave would swing by after work with his car service and pick Jeff up. From his clothing, Jeff could sense this man was important, he just didn't know what he did... from the conservative but not too plain suit he guessed finance rather than law or politics or PR. Oh well, it wasn't his business, he thought as he reached over and started massaging the erect stalk poking up the tropical wool material. The man grinned. "Good to see you again, stud," he said as he reached down to lower his zipper. Then pretty much the same words as their second encounter... the same words every time, it was what passed as conversation between the two. While the chauffeur drove them up the island, Jeff would lean over and suck the man off. Within five minutes, the car would pull over and let Jeff out, with his fee and cab fare.

It was always in the back of Jeff's mind that one of the johns would want to buy him out. Take him on as a kept boy. By now that's what Ryan was doing. He'd moved out to LA to live with a record company exec. The two would occasionally talk on the phone. "The only thing that's stopping you from getting kept is your rate, buddy. Not many men could afford you."

"You saying I should lower my price?"

"Hell no. You don't charge enough as it is."

"I'm not sure I wanna be kept. I'm just doing this to pay my way through grad school." Already Jeff had finished the year at Wharton and had paid off a good chunk of the tuition.

"I hate to break it to you, bud, but at some point soon you're gonna be done with grad school."

"What does that mean?"

"You gotta decide whether you can give it up. Go legit."

"That's not gonna be a problem," Jeff swore, only with a trace of anxiety in his voice.

Crawford was the last man he expected to take a long term interest in him. It eventually became a regular thing. Jeff was getting more and more requests from the man. Sometimes quick hotel room suck off quickies on the weekend when the man was down in the city with his wife. But mostly backseat blowjobs.

Til one night Jeff was about to lean over and start munching at the man's suited crotch. He stopped Jeff and whispered, "I want to fuck you. Is that OK?"

Jeff leaned up and was met with the insistent force of the man pressing his mouth against his. The guy knew how to kiss - it wasn't romantic but fervent and sexual - and it turned Jeff on. He knew he shouldn't let himself get carried away like this. Not with a john. Fortunately, he kept his head.

"Sure. It'll be an extra fifty," he answered, pulling back from the man's fevered grip.

The man nodded. "If it's as good I expect, you'll be getting an extra hundred." Already his hands were pulling Jeff's shirt off. Turning to his driver, he instructed "Frank, could you take us to that spot by the bridge?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't worry," the man said, turning back to Jeff, "I just want to park somewhere I can take my time with you. We'll drop you off wherever you need to go."

Jeff was a little wary, but he assented. The man's hands felt great on him, now taking off his khakis, running along his now bared inner thighs. His erection quivered as he felt the man's strength behind him, pulling him up against his well-dressed torso. Soft nibbles attacked his earlobe.

"That's it, stud. Relax into it. I'm gonna treat you right, son. Make sure you drop those other appointments next time I call."

Hearing the guy refer to him as son made Jeff feel ashamed. He wondered how his old man would feel if he knew how he was making a living in the big city. Still, the arms around him, the scent of the cologne, the soft caresses of the warm hands... Jeff's cock was now dripping solidly, the precum trickling down the shaft, over his balls and onto the leather car seat.

The minute the man's thumb ran over the fluid, he laughed in Jeff's ear. "oooh, someone's horny. Let's get this show started."

The eager hands withdrew from their spot between his spread thighs and then returned just as quickly. The air felt had felt cool, but not as cold as the thick gel now being applied to his pucker. He shivered when Dave's finger pushed in.

The penetration was smooth and careful but insistent. The man's digit was long and thick and the invasion pried open the tightness of Jeff's ring. He was glad he was always able to relax. He couldn't imagine getting fucked otherwise. Normally he just needed a quick application and a little manipulation of his hole to get ready.

This was more than a perfunctory finger prep though. The businessman's ministrations were working wonders, gently massaging Jeff's insides, opening him up, teasing his pulsing ass gland.

"Nice," Crawford cooed. "Fucking tight ass. Ready for some executive cock?"

Jeff wasn't sure if this man was really an executive or if it was some role play. Seeing the man's perfectly tailored suits, he wouldn't be surprised. Following the guidance of the guy's hands, he lifted up on his haunches and steadied himself, leaning slightly forward and bracing his hands on the window. He heard the suit zipper sound behind him then felt the softness of the dress shirt and tie against his back and the hardness of the rigid cock poking his crack, rubbing around til it found the soft wet pucker.

"Sweet mother of Jesus," the man swore as his dick breached the young ex-jock's hole.

"Yeah," Jeff muttered as he got stuffed. He wondered if his ease in taking cock would mean he had a regular on his hands now.

The dick pulled back a little and shoved in again. Nice, deliberate thrusts. Not in a hurry but still insistent. The man knew what he was doing.

"Fuck me," Jeff whispered, "Fuck me man."

The fucker was at a loss of words, but his hard breathing gave away his excitement. Jeff was a walking wet dream. Young 20-something perfection. And he was fucking deep and hard into that perfection.

Jeff wasn't sure how the chauffeur could be so nonchalant with two man flagrantly fucking in the backseat, but since the man didnd't seem worried, he wouldn't be either.

Hungrily he bounced up and down in the man's suited lap. He knew he should be getting the breath pummeled out of him with each cock punch, but instead the shafting made him feel incredible. Jeff felt like every nerve in his body was alive, that he could feel every inch and contour of the man's cock sawing in and out of him.

"Ooh yeah," the man growled. "The boy likes it hard. Or maybe it's just my dick that turns you on."

Jeff had had johns who spoke to him like this before. This guy was the first one to be right in his boasts.

Jeff could blame Ryan for getting him started. Two years older, Ryan had been like an older brother to the hotshot lacrosse player. From the moment he rushed with Kappa SIg, the two were best of friends. It was an odd pair: Jeff was the cocky athlete shy with the girls, while Ryan was pretty much just the normal guy who bagged more pussy than anyone in the house. The two would spend many weeknights drinking in front of movie reruns on TV, nursing beers, and sharing stories of their weekend conquests. Well, mostly it was Ryan spinning the yarns and Jeff hanging on every word. These usually devolved into coaching sessions where Ryan would share his tips for getting into some coed's pants.

Then there were the serious times. Ryan listening as his business administration major friend told him of his entrepreneurial dreams. B-school, making the right connections, lining up the VC, then getting rich beyond imagination. Ryan would encourage him, have him embellish his tales like he did with his weekend sexploits. For his part, Ryan planned to pursue marketing after graduation. "If I can get Suzie Collins to put out, I can persuade anybody of anything," he would boast.

Nine months after Ryan's graduation, Jeff got the surprise of his life when he first visited his best friend in New York for Spring Break. Ryan seemed to be doing well, real well, in his job. He had a swank, if minimally furnished, Upper East Side apartment to himself and seemed to drop money on meals and drinks as if it were Monopoly money.

It was day three of the visit when Ryan dropped the bomb. Tucked away in the corner of a crowded neighborhood bar, the handsome 23 year old leaned over and told Jeff, "Look Jeff, I've not be straight with you. The money I've been making, well it's not from marketing. Shit, I couldn't get a job washing windows when I got here."

Jeff felt confused. "How you been living?"

"Hustling. New York's filled with wealthy guys who will pay top dollar for sex. I've decided to enjoy the ride while I got the looks."

Jeff was hurt and felt blindsided but he couldn't be angry. Not with Ryan. He felt all of a sudden sorry for his friend - he knew it would take total desperation to make him do something like that. He tried to imagine it - other men doing sordid things to his body - and he had to shut his eyes to block out the horrible vision.

Ryan took his friend's speechlessness for disapproval. "Look buddy, if you leave New York right now, I totally will understand. Or I got a friend who can put you up. Mike, the guy we hung out with last night."

"Nah, it's OK." Jeff replied curtly. "I'm just a little taken back that's all. Fuck, a hustler?"

"Yep. Not proud of it either, buddy, but it's not as bad as you might think. Easiest buck I've ever made by far."

Jeff's curiosity was piqued, but he dared not say anything.

"Let's change the subject," he put in gruffly.

That night, nothing had to be said. The two friends stripped down for the night and climbed into the same double bed. Ryan clicked out the lights and suddenly the two fraternity brothers were arm and arm, hissing as they felt warm naked skin slide across skin. Lips meeting lips...

It was Jeff's first time with a man and it felt wonderful. They went at it three times that night, and each time Jeff felt even more turned on. Ryan was an amazing lover and knew how to push his buttons, stroking his cock, sucking him, punching deep inside his asshole with his long, twisting fingers. By morning, they had a new camaraderie and Jeff discovered true love.

Ryan climbed into the shower to join him. He goosed Jeff's cock which responded by plumping up a little.

"I can't believe I got any bone left in me after last night."

Ryan stroked his buddy, proud to see the prick surge into a beautiful long hardon. "Man, buddy, you could be in the business with a stick like this."

Jeff pulled away and laughed. "Don't think so."

Ryan pulled up his hands in defense. "All right, I'm not gonna pressure you. I'll just say you can pay for the best b-school with a few months work."

That was all he said before he squatted down and started licking Jeff Michaels' morning wood.

The idea stuck in Jeff's head. A couple months later, when he and Ryan were talking on the phone, he worked up the courage.

"Ry - you meant what you said... about being able to hustle my way through business school."

"Sure I did, man. You wouldn't blow all your cash like I do. I've never been as good with money. Not like you. Remember when they made me fraternity treasurer?"

Jeff laughed. "How could I not? They almost tanned your hide when we ran out of money in December!"

"Yeah. You're getting the picture."

"Ryan?"

"Yeah, Jeff?"

"Take care of yourself."

"I feel like I should be telling you that. I always kinda felt like you were my little brother."

"Me too, Ry. I never had a big brother."

"I'm your big bro, Jeff. You know that don't you? Just like if we were really related."

The next visit Ryan had a trick lined up for Jeff. One of his best johns, an overworked oversexed corporate lawyer. Preferred fucking to oral. Jeff had told him he didn't think he could suck another guy. Besides he would make more money offering his ass.

Jeff was nervous as he waited in the hotel room. He still had time to back out. But Ryan had reassured him. "It's just fifteen minutes. Focus on the end and on the money and you'll be fine." His friend had instructed him on how to clean himself out and on what to do to relax into getting fucked. "I won't kid you, Jeff, it hurts like hell going in the first time, but that's normal. Relax and do your best to get used to it."

The card reader clicked and the door opened. The john wasn't going to be in GQ but he was an all right looking guy. In shape, balding, a little on the short side but with a cocky gait as he walked in and set down his overcoat and briefcase.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hey," Jeff replied nervously.

The man pulled off his suit coat and started undoing his tie. "Man, you're a sight for sore eyes. I have to say I didn't believe Ryan, but he's right, you're even hotter than he is."

Jeff was going to object and stick up for his friend but bit his tongue. "Thanks, sir."

"Why don't you get undressed?" OK, the guy was one who liked to take charge.

Jeff complied, peeling off his college T shirt and standing up to unbutton his jeans. Per Ryan's instructions he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and a long, floppy cock popped free as he shucked the pants.

The lawyer was unbuttoning his Brooks Brothers shirt to reveal a hairy chest. "Damn, you're hot." He unzipped and Jeff watched in amazement as a rigid hard cock stuck up through the hole in the man's boxers. "I hope you can handle a heavy load," the man admonished. "I've not shot off in a good week."

Jeff just nodded in agreement, too nervous to make a move. He felt his own heart pound and his prick start to harden.

The lawyer appreciated the sight. "You're hung, too. Wow. Ryan says you're cherry." His cock jerked in excitement.

Jeff stammered. "I... I've had sex with a guy a few times, but I've never been fucked."

"Lie down on the bed. On your stomach."

Jeff was afraid the man was gonna ravage him right then and there and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the guy just wanted to approach him for a closer look. The man's hands caressed his hamstrings then grabbed Jeff's butt cheeks, pulling apart the young masculine flesh to inspect the pucker hidden in the crack. His index finger traced along the tight folds of sphincter muscle.

"Fuck, you're a virgin all right." He got up and walked over to his discarded trousers and reached in the pocket for the wallet. He fished out a bill and walked back over the bed, a majorly hard erection leading the way and dripping copiously to the floor with each step. He tossed the money on the bedside table.

"Here ya go. An extra thousand, on top of the normal rate. That's if you let me cop your cherry."

Jeff reached over and felt the bill. The paper felt solid beneath his fingers. A real honest to god thousand dollar bill. Jeff had never seen one before but knew this was the real article. It gave him a boner which he did his best to hide by grinding it into the bed sheets.

"You serious?"

The lawyer was running his hand all along Jeff's exposed muscular body. "Completely. You're worth every penny, kid."

Looking over this shoulder, he gave his assent. "All right."

The lawyer smiled real big. "You won't regret this kid," he boasted and quickly got into place to rim the young man.

Ryan was waiting at a bar around the corner, where Jeff joined him. "Well..? How did it go?

"Pretty good."

"Yeah? He took more than a half hour. Hope he paid you extra."

Jeff whipped out the thousand bill. "Yeah, he did."

Ryan's eyes widen. "Jesus! I never got a tip like that."

"He says you're gonna get a referral tip next time he sees you."

"I don't get it."

"He said it was for my virginity."

Ryan looked at him with concern. "Did it hurt?"

Jeff smiled. "Nah. Not a bit. I kept expecting it to, but man, I should even you tell you this bud, but the guy had me so worked up I wanted it. He just lifted my legs and started feeding his cock to me, and I swear it just sunk right in."

"Fuck!" Ryan swore, a little in awe. His own deflowering hadn't gone so smoothly.

"Exactly," Jeff quipped.

"All right, a round of drinks to celebrate. My best bud's first time."

"I got a request."

"What?"

Jeff leaned over so he could whisper in Ryan's ear. "Fuck me tonight, Ryan. Fuck me like that guy fucked me."

Ryan grinned. "You don't have to twist my arm buddy. Only..."

"What?"

"We gotta wait til tonight?"

Jeff reached under the table and felt over to Ryan's lap. He was hard in his jeans. "You saying we should skip the drink?"

The two stood up and made their way to the door. Out on the street, Ryan put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Bud, don't take this the wrong way, but I think you got what it takes to hustle."

Jeff was glad the first time had gone so smoothly but he now the unease came back to him. "Yeah? Why's that?"

"You don't seem at all bothered that you don't know the name of the guy who took your cherry."

Jeff paused and thought about it. Ryan was right.

Dave Crawford was nearly fully dressed when Jeff stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off from his shower. Jeff for some reason got turned on by Dave's bed head, but now the salt-and-pepper hair was well-groomed and combed into place. The man's no longer pressed shirt and a tie not as carefully tied were the only things that gave the businessman that "morning after" look.

The older man finished tying his dress shoe and uncrossed his leg, planting both feet on the floor and sitting legs spread. He picked up his Blackberry, checking the time and seeing how many messages awaited him. Tucking it into his pocket he looked up at Jeff's magnificent form.

Dave's voice was deep and scratchy. "Hey stud. Gotta get going."

Water was still dripping down the young man's chest, collecting like dew in his chestnut-brown treasure trail. Dave still could not get over how frickin' perfect this guy was... six pack that popped, not an ounce of fat clinging to the obliques, exacting definition to his pecs and biceps but no so much he looked like a gym rat. No, Jeff Michaels looked simply like masculine perfection in the prime of young adulthood.

Jeff nodded. The two never talked about Dave's marriage and home life or what excuses he used to get away. Jeff's job was to be ready. Period.

Fortunately Dave had a few minutes to spare. Licking his lips, he nodded as if to communicate what he had in mind. "Drop the towel," he ordered.

The towel dropped. Jeff's genitalia swung free... soft, loose and low from the shower.

Dave whistled. "Man, you're so fucking hot. I guess my money buys some quality merchandise, huh?"

The words stung Jeff with a little humiliation, but strangely turned him on.

The married man smiled as he watched the 20-something jock's dick firm up into a semi woody. "Come here," he growled.

Jeff obeyed and stepped to his client, standing between the man's spread legs. He hissed as he felt Dave's powerful hands touch then run along his outer thigh. His cock was popping fully hard now. Thick, soft fingers were now circling around his stalk, assessing it as much as caressing it.

"Nice," Dave muttered. His fingers traced the prick's length then teased the young man's nut sac. Nice, firm strokes. Jeff groaned. It wasn't often that Dave gave his genitals any attention, and the sensation was incredible.

Dave removed his hand and examined a spot of liquid on his knuckles. "Jesus, you sure drip a lot," he observed, pulling out a handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe off. "Turn around."

This felt more familiar to Jeff: turned away from Mr. Crawford, his legs slightly parted, his muscular ass quivering in anticipation. Til he felt them, those reassuring, powerful hands, kneading his ass brawn, pushing it up, pulling it apart, holding it aside as Dave leaned in and licked. God, the tongue on that man! Like many a married man, Dave knew how to rim. Soon, the soothing laps became insistent powerdrilling bore-motions. Jeff's sphincter fluttered open and his cock snapped firm, dripping like crazy down the length.

Then Jeff heard the soft sound of a suit zipper. Then the man spitting into his own hand for a quick spit lube. As Dave stood up from the bed, Jeff arched his back to make contact with his client's chest. The strong, suited arms circled his nude form.

"This ass is mine to fuck whenever I want, isn't it?" Dave's voice was low, even soft, but with an intensity of possession to it.

"Yessir," Jeff whispered in reply. Already that slick, firm cockhead was poking his hole, teasing it open.

"Yeah," Dave hissed. "Open up, stud. Let Daddy in." His hands caressed Jeff's exposed torso, giving the young man goosebumps. "Fucked you twice last night, and it wasn't enough."

"Ungh!" Dave Crawford was now hard and leaking and ready for fuck. His cock pushed through the tight resistance. Jeff's muscular rump was getting penetrated in one smooth, deep motion.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Tight mother fucking ass." Dave paused, breathing heavy, holding onto Jeff's gym-fit body tightly. Then, with determination, he started thrusting. Deep, heavy thrusts, sending his cock hardfast into Jeff's perfect body and making both men grunt involuntarily. Flesh slapping flesh loudly. Soon, the man's heavy nuts, though still trapped in the suit crotch, were banging against the inside of Jeff's thighs.

"Take me, sir," Jeff moaned, his voice unsteady from the body vibrations. "Just like that. Yeah."

Jeff's words drove Dave crazy. "My boy can't get enough of this cock, can you?"

"No sir." He leaned his upper body back into his fucker. "Fuck me, sir."

"Aw damn!" Dave fucked harder. "Why did I have to fall in love with a goddamn hustler?" he grunted. He was getting close. Jeff himself was getting short of breath, his eyes getting a vacant look in them.

As Crawford nutted, deep into Jeff's pounded and massaged rectum, Dave bit gently into the flesh on the back of Jeff's neck, and hot globs of semen fired instantly from the end of Jeff's prick.

Jeff had tried to convince himself. Convince himself that prostituting himself was a temporary thing. Convince himself, too, that he wasn't in love with his best friend Ryan. It all changed with that kiss. That night.

Ryan had convinced Jeff to join him on a call. Three businessmen in an upscale hotel suite, celebrating a brand new client they just won over, and the big fat commission check that would be coming their way.

"They want a couple of frat guys," Ryan said, munching on his lunch, trying to replenish himself from an evening of sex-on-call the night before. "Want an act."

"An act?" Jeff had been selling his body for a few weeks now, but was still feeling new to it all.

Ryan laughed. "You never watch lesbo porn, buddy?" Jeff blushed. "You know, make out, strip each other, feel each other up, do some 69."

The image of he and his bud doing that sent a pulse to Jeff's cock, but he wished he and Ry didn't have to have an audience to do these things. Yes, they had sex a couple times a week, but Jeff couldn't help but notice that for Ryan it was just that: sex. A mechanical search for release. He, meanwhile, felt a deep and profound attachment to his fraternity brother.

"But we're not in college any more," Jeff was just searching for objections. He would never outright tell Ryan no.

Ryan laughed it off in a jocular fashion. "They don't know that, buddy. We just gotta put on the clothes we wore back in college and we're good to go."

"I still wear them," Jeff added quietly.

"Exactly."

That's how they ended up there in that hotel lobby. Dressed in their fraternity T-shirts and ball caps, each in a pair of faded jeans and sneakers.

Ryan could sense Jeff's apprehension. "You OK with this?"

Jeff nodded bravely. He would do anything for his fraternity brother. "Yeah. Yeah, I am."

Ryan grinned and leaned forward, in for a kiss. The two men made out, It felt heavnely to Jeff to feel his friend's arms wrap around him. He wish they had discovered this in the fraternity house.

"Man, I so wanna ditch those guys and just do it with you, Ry."

"C'mon, Jeff, it'll be fun." He broke their embrace, straightened his shirt over his meaty build and knocked on the door.

One man greeted them, a stocky, dark haired man in his late 30s - almost the stereotype of a successful married businessman, a gut clinging to his middle and his face flush with what undoubtedly had been a few drinks. Still in his suit, his shirt was unbuttoned and tie untied, just hanging around his neck.

"Come in fellas," he urged.

Jeff was nervous - he wasn't all that into the guy - but the other two men put him at ease. One was probably the senior sales guy - older, graying at the temples, and though masculine in appearance was perfectly groomed. Even relaxing in the hotel suite, he had taken off his shoes to reveal the sheer black socks but everything else was in order: half-windsor knot, pocket square, and cufflinks. He stood up to greet Jeff and Ryan, offering his friendly salesman handshake to each. "Welcome, gentlemen, glad you could make it out in this weather."

It was the third man that impressed Jeff the most. Definitely the junior guy in his late 20s, he looked young and fit, an athletic build barely concealed by the conservative suit, and the pinstripe setting off his blond hair and green eyes.

"Hiya," he greeted, his voice already a little slurred from the scotch.

The stocky man spoke up to his colleagues. "Fuck, fellas, these guys are the real McCoy. Mike, you gotta thank your friend for recommending that service." The whole time he didn't remove his eyes from Jeff and Ryan. Jeff wondered what this man's wife would think if she knew her red-blooded husband was spending his business trips ogling young men.

"You got that right." It was the older man, his tanned face lit up in appreciation. "Whaddya think Greg? These the kind of guys you been fantasizing about?"

The football/lacrosse-looking man nodded dumbly. His eyes were about to pop out of his sockets in lustful stare. "Like you wouldn't believe."

Mike laughed and turned back to Jeff and Ryan. "Greg here's been wondering what it's like to make it with a guy. Thinks he might need to switch sides of the fence. This is his party."

"Don't worry," stocky guy chimed in, "We plan to get our rocks off too!"

Mike nodded in agreement. "How much?" he asked the two call boys.

Ryan entered business mode. "Three of you. Two of us. All night. Any thing you want of us as long as it's vanilla. I believe five thousand was the amount the service negotiated."

"Got the money, Rich?" Mike asked the stocky guy.

"You bet," he cried, pulling out a fat wad of five-hundred dollar bills. "Half now, half when we're done. If you count it, there's a little extra. You guys are worth it."

Greg asked, "Would it be all right if I touched you?"

Mike laughed. "Touch away, my man. We paid for the merchandise."

The younger businessman flashed a jocular, happy smile and stepped up to Ryan. Nervously, he put his hands on the hustler's chest. With appreciation, he began to run his fingers along the surface, til they reached two erect nipples. The man took notice of the insignia on the chest of the T-shirt. "KA, huh? I was good buddies with some of the guys from KA back in college."

"Had the hots for 'em"?" Ryan asked, almost more a statement than a question.

Greg nodded sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Bet they had the hots for you, too, guy," Ryan almost whispered as he wrapped his hand around Greg's neck and nudged his head forward, right into a kiss. Greg surrendered and moaned as the "frat guy's" tongue snaked into his mouth. Soon he was battling back, pushing his own oral organ into Ryan's mouth.

"Man, o man," he sighed as they broke for air. He turned to face Jeff, who now approached. This time Greg took charge, pressing his mouth against the rented Adonis.

"Do you guys suck dick?" Greg finally asked.

"We'll give you the two-for-one special," Ryan replied impishly, bending to his knees and gesturing to Jeff to do the same. Two hands reached forward to caress the hard lump in the suit crotch, working its stiffness through the layers of fabric and watching the man's rod jerk in excitement. Finally, Jeff pulled down the zipper, and Ryan's fingers reached in to fish out the prick.

It wasn't long or even too thick. Just a nice, hard spike of businessman cock. Erect and ready to shoot. To Jeff it was a beauty. Instantly he began attacking it with his fluttering, lapping tongue, wetting the surface down with spit. Against his head was pressed Ryan's face, doing the same to the other side of the man's dick.

"Oh God! Fuck!" Greg bellowed.

"Living up to your dreams, buddy?" Mike, the oldest of them, asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," he huffed. The two fraternity brothers were now passing his cock back and forth, taking turns swallowing the pulsing, erect prick.

"Holy shit," the stocky guy said. "Look at those guys suck dick. They're deep throating Greg."

"Yeah, Steve. Hot, huh?" MIke observed, his own hand massaging the erection in his trousers.

Steve wanted to agree but couldn't admit it. He'd protested against hiring male escorts, but the three had agreed to draw straws and Greg had the longest one.

Greg was getting close. When his dick passed from Ryan's lips to Jeff's, the ejaculation started. Right into Jeff's mouth. Thick, eager load blasting inside the ex-fraternity guy's mouth. Jeff gulped and felt the briny juicy travel straight down into his digestive track.

"Fuck, that's hot," Greg cried, trying to catch his breath.

"You aren't spent, are you, buddy?" Steve, the stocky guy, asked.

Greg shook his head no. "I feel like I could fuck all night."

Mike stood up and slapped his back fraternally. "Nothing like reeling in a big client is there?" He reached into his suit jacket, digging in his inside pocket. He pulled out a cigar. "Here. You earned this big guy. In more ways than one," he chuckled.

"Give me one too, man." Steve was red-faced from the scotch and from watching the fellatio. A fat erection chubbed up the crotch of his suit. "Don't know how you get the Cubans."

Mike handed his co-worker a cigar and took out one for himself. Taking his lighter, he lit the three stogies up. "All right, Greg my boy, what'll it be next? This is your show."

The younger man was definitely getting into the scene now, but was still a little reserved. His hard cock, still covered in spit stood up from his open zipper.

Steve noticed and bellowed. "Christ, Greg, your dick's like the fucking Energizer bunny. What pills have you been popping?"

The blond man blushed. "Nothing. I'm just so... I'm so horny. These guys are... great." Turning his attention to Ryan and Jeff he looked the hot fraternity men up and down and gave his order. "I want to see you guys make out."

Jeff looked at Ryan, then back at Greg. With a questioning look.

"You know," Greg continued, "Kiss, grope, take each others' clothes off. LIke you're really in love with one another."

"Christ," Steve interjected in loudmouth fashion, "The kid's a fuckin' romantic."

"Shut up!" Mike ordered coolly. "He went to a half dozen titty bars when it was your commission."

"All right, all right!" he held his hands up. He plopped down in his chair. Jeff couldn't help but notice the man's pecker had not gone soft. The man's hand started rubbing its mass. "Who knows, maybe I can get my jollies watching these two fraternity boys diddle each other like a pair of lesbians," he chuckled lewdly.

Ryan shook his head in disbelief, then turned to Greg. "Where?"

"On the bed."

"You guys just gonna watch?"

"For now."

Mike pulled up a chair and took his seat. "Don't worry guys, I have a feeling Greg here's not gonna be able to keep his hands off you for long."

Jeff and Ryan now turned to one another. They'd fucked around before, but somehow this felt new. Different. It was like the orders they were getting freed them up to express themselves directly. As if by magnetic force, they approached one another. Slowly. Hands touching arms, sliding up flesh. The bills of their baseball caps touching, then turning. Jeff could feel Ryan's breath on his face.

"I love you bud," Jeff whispered.

"Say it louder, Jeff. Let these men hear."

"I said I love you man." Ashamed at his confession he pressed his mouth against Ryan's and started making out. Ryan pulled him down to the bed and the two started rolling around on the mattress. Jeff could feel Ryan's hands travel beneath his T-shirt, teasing the hot flesh and sending sexual desire all through his body.

"And I love you. God you're sexy." It was Ryan who spoke now, his deep voice penetrating the quiet lust in the room. He leaned up now and looked down on Jeff, while his fingers were unzipping his jeans. Grabbing the mound in Jeff's crotch, he swore, "Man, you're boned."

"It's for you, bud. Been boned for you as long as I can remember. Before I could even admit it."

Ryan winked down at his friend. Jeff was unsure if Ryan knew that his words weren't part of an act. That the exhibition was giving him license to say aloud the words he'd wanted to say all along.

Soon the two young men wore their T-shirts and ball caps but were nude from the waist down, their cocks rubbing against one another and their fur-dusted abs making contact. The two would make out, before Ryan would pull his head up just far enough so their johns could see the tongue play.

"They're pros, huh?" Jeff heard a voice say. Probably the salt-and-pepper guy.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah." The stocky guy was now getting into the scene.

As their passion heated up Ryan flipped around and almost instantly Jeff was sucking on his buddy's cock. And Ry took his own aching, erect stalk into his mouth.

"Aw yeah, that's it " Greg encouraged. "You fuckers 69 each other. Yeah, go deep..."

Jeff moaned as Ryan's thick cock sank further into his gullet. Still, he opened up to accept that meat and soon felt the gentle sawing in and out as Ry took charge with a face fuck. Jeff thought it couldn't get better til he felt his friend's tongue trace along the length of his erection then down to the balls where he licked furiously to the point where the sexual sensations almost tickled. Then down, further, along between Jeff's muscular thighs, down the trail to the young stud's anus.

The second the tongue made contact with his sphincter, Jeff's whole body shook in pleasure and surprise. Fuck, Ryan had never rimmed him before! Hungrily he pushed Ryan's hips up til that meaty cock plopped free of his mouth. Then he started copying Ryan's moves, licking his way up the perineum til he nestled in between Ryan's round buttcheeks. His buddy had shaved there recently, so Jeff was rewarded with a nice, smooth hole to lick and prod. And prod he did, wrangling his tongue back and forth over that tight 23-year-old pucker.

The three businessmen watched in rapt attention as the two ex-frat guys settled into a hot rim 69.

What Ry was doing to his hole drove Jeff crazy with lust. Nice, wet licks, then his buddy would pull back and spread his thighs, exposing his eager sphincter to the cool air and what Jeff knew was the direct gaze of the three horny men. Then Ryan would dive in and start eating Jeff out like mad.

Jeff tried to return the favor by licking and kissing up and down the cleft between Ryan's asscheeks.

"Why don't you join 'em?" Steve urged. "Your fantasy on a silver platter, buddy, you might as well take it."

Greg shook his head. "Yeah." Nervously, he stood up, his dick harder than ever and dripping like mad. He approached the bed where the two frat men were rimming away. Ryan pulled his head back and grinned as he watched the suit-and-tie sales officer lean down, nervous and eager. "Your buddy got a sweet ass," the businessman asked.

"Why don't you try it?" Ryan teased, pulling on Jeff's legs til the newbie hustler's ass arched up to point directly at Greg's hungry gaze.

"Aw fuck," Greg muttered as he crouched into a steady asseating position. He took a second to survey and admire Jeff's hole, surrounded by a dusting of brown hair. Then he leaned in, eyes closed and tongue out.

Ryan was surprised at the width of the guy's tongue and then pleased with the whimpering sounds that oral organ elicited in his buddy. "Yeah, guy, eat my buddy's hole. He's been telling me how he's been dying for some businessman to break him in."

Ryan's fucktalk was on target. The sales guy broke his buttmunching pace and looked up. Excitement in his eyes. "For real?"

Ryan nodded and winked and suddenly Greg's face was pressed against his, the spit-wet mouth mashed against his in a hot kiss. This john was definitely turned on by rimming.

Soon Ryan felt his body being pushed off Jeff's as Greg crawled into place between the stunning jock's legs. Hastily, Greg fumbled with his zipper and the slit of his boxerd. "I wanna fuck you," he growled, as a meaty fierce-red cock stuck out.

"God!" The exclamation was Greg's, not Jeff's. He had hoped Ry would fuck him first, but this guy was so fucking eager Jeff felt ravaged. And that cock looked real thick. Greg's weight leaned forward and he pinned Jeff down in a stationary kiss. Jeff could feel the slick, full businessman cockhead prod impatiently against his hole.

Ryan tapped on Greg's shoulder. In his outstretched hand a rubber. "Suit up, first, big guy."

Greg huffed in heat and nodded. "Yeah, sure." Hurriedly, he snapped the prophylactic on his throbbing spike and stood still for the couple of seconds it took Ryan to squirt a gob of lubricant on his heavy dick, then he leaned back forward. He wasted no time on preliminaries and just reached down and guided his aching erection to Jeff's anus.

Both men grunted as Greg lurched his hips forward and powerdrove his steely prick into Jeff's guts.

"That's it buddy," Mike urged, "Take that ass."

"Fuck!" he grunted as Jeff moaned. Usually he had no problem taking dick, but today was different. A cock this size couldn't be rushed. Still, he bit his lip and held tight to the trousered legs of his fucker as the man had his way, fucking hard and fast, steamrolling over Jeff's internal defenses. And his hole did open up under force.

"Yeah," Ryan urged, running his hand, under the heaving man's suit jacket to feel the bulky body and the starched dress shirt. His hand traveled down to cup the thrusting ass, where Ryan gave an additional encouraging push. "Fuck my buddy, show us frat guys how it's done, man."

"Fuck him!" Mike slowly nursed a good sized prick underneath the soft wool of his crotch.

"Christ!" Steve swore. He couldn't believe how easily Jeff was taking such a large cock.

Greg shifted his look from the nude body splayed beneath him and Ryan's next to him. Just as Ryan could notice the telltale look of pleasure sweep the businessman's face, the fucker leaned forward and kiss him again. Apparently that was all it took. Greg's body convulsed and his face turned red as his dick shot wad after wad into the abused condom.

"Whoa," he panted as he withdrew, a thick bulb of semen making the rubber dangle heavily off the tip. Greg pinched the sheath and pulled it off, tossing onto to Jeff's belly. "Would love to have pumped that into you, stud, but that's the only thing I can complain about. That was fucking perfect."

Jeff felt a little battered on the inside and his cock had deflated a little from the intense fucking, but he felt gratified to serve this business stud's fantasy for the moment.

Greg responded to the look in Jeff's face and swooped down for one last kiss, this one more relaxed and affectionate than the previous ones. He then leaned back up, a cocky look on his face now, his fat prick still erect and poking out of his suit crotch. Looking over at his coworkers, he called out, "All right, that took the edge off. Who's next?"

Steve was now unzipped and stroking a regular-sized cock. He looked over to Mike. "You can have pretty boy, there. I'm going to see if the dark-haired on can suck dick better than a chick."

Jeff wanted to punch this asshole in the face, but calmed down when he saw Ryan take the man's attitude in stride and walk over to begin fellating him.

Suddenly his view was blocked by the handsome, older man. Mike. Smooth voiced, cigar sticking out of his mouth. "I don't go into ass fucking but how about a nice BJ?"

The man was hard but hadn't unzipped yet, so Jeff began rubbing the hard mound and opening the trousers. He could tell right away that the man's suit was the most expensive. And somehow, the dick matched the man: distinguished, powerful, and perfect. Not as fat as Greg's but a nice, long length with a cylindrical girth. Cut, nice juicy head. Jeff leaned forward to gobble it, but Mike stopped him.

"On your stomach. That way Greg can fuck you again." Then, looking up at his fellow sales officer. "Whaddya say, stud? You up for round two already?"

"You bet, boss." His fingers already playing with Jeff's recently fucked hole.

And so Jeff got stuffed from both ends. Only the new angle and the new slower pace worked wonders. This felt terrific. He couldn't announce his orgasm but both of his tops must have known when he dick fired shot after shot of hot semen onto the bedsheets.

That night had changed his life. Cause he realized Ryan's affections were just part of the game, something he could turn on and off. Cause Jeff himself got off servicing the three men. What surprised him was how much he responded to the oldest of the three, the silver-and-dark haired father figure. Greg had fucked heavy and shot his wads early in the evening. Steve satisfied himself with two blowjobs and went back to his room. Mike on the other hand would take a break then have Jeff service him again.

"Damn, boss, aren't you tired," Greg asked sleepily as he lay back, his arms draped around Ryan's sleeping form.

"Just getting our money's worth," he replied softly, never taking his eyes of Jeff's. He gave a wink that was once affectionate and in-charge. Jeff just about blew then and there.

Jeff paused in the apartment foyer and looked at himself in the mirror. He had to put it to Dave's tailor: he looked like a million bucks in his new suit. The fittings had been a little humiliating, as Jeff had felt like Pretty fucking Woman marching into the place and buying three suits on Crawford's expense account. But the tailor hadn't even batted an eye. Was Jeff the first? Probably not. Oddly enough, he cared but he didn't care. Like he wanted to be special, but he also knew his role was to play a part and he was fine with that.

He'd played it well tonight. Networking event and fundraiser. Crawford had passed Jeff off as his mentee, a promising entrepreneuer.

Strong arms circled Jeff's waist and he looked up to see Dave behind him. "You enjoy tonight?" It was the first time Jeff had recalled hearing a question like that.

"Yes. Yes, sir." Jeff nodded in affirmation. "Did I do OK?" Already anticipating the answer.

Dave grinned and admonished him playfully. "You little shit, why didn't you tell me you're a Wharton grad?"

Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't think you wanted to know about me. Normally..." he didn't finish the sentence for fear of breaking an unspoken rule.

"Hell, normally you guys are trashy muscle heads from Jersey. You're different. Why the hell do you do this anyway?" Jeff could feel Dave's fingers finagling at the belt, opening then prying it loose from the loops.

"Addiction," Jeff answered in a way that suggested he'd thought long and hard to answer the same question."

Dave's mouth was now attacking Jeff's neck with soft kisses. "What? Addicted to the money?"

Jeff reached down and gave Dave a helping hand, pulling off his trousers, then his underwear. His prick bounced up in lust-filled anticipation. "To that. But more. Sexually. I like being told what to do." He paused a second then said what he knew he shouldn't say. "I like being used."

That made Dave's head perk right up. "Yeah?"

Jeff's only answer was to blush two shades of red.

The older man shook his head in disbelief and reached into his suit coat pocket to dig out a packet of lube. He ripped the tip open with his teeth then reached down to squirt the contents onto Jeff's exposed asshole. Jeff grunted as Dave's thick finger prodded in, pushing the grease into his warm guts. WIth his other hand he unzipped and prepped his prick.

"Tell me what I gotta do to keep you, buddy." He leaned forward and nudged his dick in place. Both men exhaled a sigh as it sank in to its welcome home. Dave wrapped his arms around Jeff again and used the leverage to fuck. "I'm addicted too, stud. I never had a repeat trick before you, but - fuck! - from that first moment in the hotel room... you make me feel like I'm back in college."

The two men rutted in silence for a while, feeling the warm, gentle burn of fuck friction build slowly and intensely.

Finally, Dave spoke again. "I mean it. I want you off the market. For good. I'll figure out a way to have you up in Westchester. I'll make it worth your while, stud. Anything you ask."

Jeff huffed his answer, trying to get the words out before his orgasm made speaking impossible. "I don't negotiate during sex... but yeah, I'd like that."

Dave locked eyes with his fuckee in the mirror. Both looked at each other in mutual need and recognition. "Yeah. Yeah, you would you fucker. Blowing me. Getting fucked every night."

"Whenever you felt like it, sir."

"Careful, Jeff. Might get more than you ask for." His suit tails flapped as he pounded at the young man's hole. His cock was spurting now, violating the jock perfection with its sperm.

"I always have sir," Jeff repied then looked in the mirror and saw the sight of two horny, empassioned men fucking with abandon. He'd get used every night like this. Dave Crawford's full, masterful prick punching him over and over, driving him crazy. Spending weekends on the Crawford marital bed when the wife was out of town. Sneaking in the back shed to go down on Dave for a quick suck before bed time. Swallowing his man's seed night after night. Jeff liked the idea, all right. Suddenly, his semen rained in hot heavy streaks on the mirror clouding the view.