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I woke up and gathered my senses. It took a minute to realize I was in bed for a change after a rather unusual paying customer had me for the night. I could see he was up and knew he would take me back any minute or at least that what normally happened on these types of tricks.
I pulled my naked slender body out of his bed and stretched. I just looked around and saw he had laid the fee of $200 on his dresser. I knew I wasn't taking it no matter what he said. I found the only bathroom just out side the bedroom. Journeying to locate Darin, my client as I liked to call them, I heard his voice call out to me. "In here Phil."
I saw he was looking at the computer and noticed he had my picture pulled up on the screen. "Not bad, huh?" I said.
"No, not at all. You should see the cum shot," he said and pulled it up.
"Wow that's pretty hot I must say so myself. Can I see some of the other ones?" I said while I peered over his shoulder.
He flipped through the others. "Phil, you really did a fantastic job," he smiled at me.
"My dad would be so proud to see these," I said.
"I'll print one off and you can have it," Darin said.
"Oh that's okay. He's deceased along with my mom," I said.
"I'm sorry to hear that. That explains a few things huh? How old were you when he died?" he said.
"It was 2 years ago when I was 19," I said.
"You're actually 21," he said.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"24. I just figured you were like 18 or 19," he said. "Enough of this, can I fix you something to eat? I know I'm hungry too."
"That would be great," I said.
"Oh put on some clothes. I know you are hot but damn, quit flaunting it in my face," Darin laughed.
I found the clothes he had given me and put on the underwear and pants. He was pouring some cereal that I had never eaten before but at least it was something to eat. He gave me some orange juice and we sat down to enjoy breakfast together.
"I appreciate how nice you have been to me. I guess you can take me back to that spot where you found me when you get tired of me," I said after we ate.
"Phil, do you really want to do that? You're welcome to stay here. I have really enjoyed the company if nothing else," he said.
"Oh Darin, you don't want my ass around here. You have a good life and I'm just a piece of shit that would get in the way," I said.
"Dammit Phil, I really wish you would think of yourself as a person, not some piece of meat. I actually think you enjoy whoring yourself out," he said.
"Dude, you don't know shit about me. I was raised by my dad and we barely made it until he got sick. You think I like doing this degrading shit for money. I do it so I can save enough money to get a car and maybe a hole in the wall place to live. I don't really do drugs like you might think. I tried like hell to have a real job but something always got in the fucking way or they booted my ass out for being queer. You got fucking made compared to what I've been through," I ranted.
"Phil, quit the poor me shit alright? Sure I might have it made but I don't go around whoring my body out to just strangers. I do have a respectable job. I thought I could actually change you," he said.
I sat down and burst into tears. His arms comforted me as I let it all out. I realized someone was lending me a hand and I just shit all over it. "Darin, I would love to stay here again tonight if you aren't pissed at me. I'm really sorry I said that shit," I sobbed and wiped the snot dripping from my nose.
"That's fine. I understand. Stay as long as you want but..." he stopped.
"But what?" I said.
"No prostitution at all. I will not have you doing that," he said.
"What will do for money?" I said.
"I'll think of something. If nothing else you can be my assistant for the time being and I can pay you a little," Darin said.
"It probably beats sucking dick or fucking some old guy. Deal," I said and saw that I had a way out.
"I hope it does. Deal," he said.
"I do need a lift back down there. I've got some cash hidden away if you don't mind taking me there," I said.
"Sure we can go now. I didn't have a lot planned today anyway," he said and grabbed his keys. I wasn't sure how long this would last but at least it was worth a try. I could see he actually cared for me like my dad did when I was growing up.
I told him where to park and ran down the alley to my hidden stash in a loose brick. It was thankfully still all there and I just said hi to a fellow street boy while I sprinted back to the car.
"Who was that you just spoke to?" he asked.
"Oh that's Ben. He's like me or like I used to be," I said.
"He's cute. How old is he?" Darin asked.
"18, I think, why?" I asked and just looked at him.
"You think he would like to pose with you?"
"No way. Don't bring him into your house. He'll steal your ass blind. He'll do anything to get money for drugs. He's always strung out big time," I said.
"Ask him if he'll take $60 to pose with you. They'll be great shots. I'll watch him like a hawk," Darin said.
"I just hope you're not sorry for this. Don't say I didn't warn you," I got out and called him over. He agreed to the job and got in the back seat. I could tell he was on something the second I walked up to him and he said he just hit a blunt.
Surprisingly, he showed Darin some ID to prove he was 18 since Darin didn't want kiddie porn pictures stashed on his computer. Darin hoped out of the car and quickly took a copy. I warned Ben not to take a thing while Darin was out of the car.
We filed into his house. Darin showed him the money like Ben asked.
"First things first. Phil, take his stinky ass and make him take a shower. He was killing me in the car," Darin said.
Ben was like me and dropped his clothes right there. I showed him to the bathroom and stood outside the door while he showered. He came out naked like I did before and had evidentially found the razor as well. He was skinny like me with dark hair that hung in his eyes and had pierced ears and a tattoo on his chest with hair left on his chin like mine. He couldn't help but have a 6 pack being that he was so damn skinny. He looked like he was 15 or 16 year old. His cock was uncut and actually looked nice hanging between his legs with very little hair.
"At least that shit felt good," Ben said. I knew he had perfected street language to an art and rarely spoke without a curse word thrown in. "Phil, strip motherfucker. I want see your shit as well. Who's fucking who in this bitch?"
"Ben, no sex. I just want intimate pictures of you two," Darin said while I dropped my clothes.
"Fuckin nice, Phil. You got a fucking big dick," Ben said and groped my cock with his hand. "I bet you're making some fat cash with that fucker."
I just rolled my eyes and got into position. Darin clicked away while giving us street boys instruction. I could barely keep his hands off my dick but Darin loved it. We posed in a lot of erotic positions together. We dressed fully and Darin took more as we undressed each other at the end. We were both turned on somewhat but did the best we could during the whole thing.
"That's great. You can get dressed again," Darin said.
"Fuck that was the easiest $60 I made this week," Ben said and put back on his clothes. Darin went back to his room while I watched Ben's roaming hands. Darin came out with a pair of jeans and a shirt for Ben.
"I'll take the shirt but I like my shit to sag so my customers can see my hot ass," Ben said.
"That's fine. You ready to head back?" Darin said and handed us both money. "Ben, just sign this saying you consent to me possibly selling these pictures down the road."
"Hell yea, you can do whatever you want now that I got my cash," Ben said and scribbled his name on a sheet.
We walked out the door and drove back down to where Ben liked to work. I said good bye to him and hopefully to that street as well but really didn't want to get too far ahead of myself. We stopped to grab a bite to eat on the way home as the night came upon us.
When we got home, I plopped down on the couch like I owned it and kicked off my shoes and put my roll of cash on the end table.
"Ben didn't take anything did he?" Darin asked. "You're loaded Phil. How much is there?"
"I think about $900," I said and looked around. "I don't see anything missing or out of place."
"He's not all like you. He is really a street kid from the word go if you know what I mean," Darin said.
"See I told you but it was pretty hot doing that with him. He had a nice body and all. Why didn't you let us fuck?" I asked.
"That's a whole different thing, Phil. It would have been pornographic and then all sorts of rules come along with that if I do decide to sell them. They were hot just like it was and so erotic, I thought. You wanna go download them and check it out?" Darin said.
I followed him into where he kept his computer. I watched with amazement while the computer did its thing. I never was around computer, just at school. He brought up the pictures one by one.
"Damn those are hot!" I said and pointed at the pictures of Ben and I naked and kissing.
"I'm going to edit them and knock out the background to possibly make them even better," Darin said and did his thing.
"Wow, this is better. That shit's amazing!" I said.
"Boy, there are some really good ones of you and him kissing," Darin said.
"I didn't feel the same way as when you and I did it last night," I reached over and landed one on his lips. He came up out of his seat and we continued the kissing. His hands roamed my body and I enjoyed the same pleasure.
He broke the kiss, "I want to have sex with you so bad. How much will it cost me for that pleasure?"
I just smiled, "Not one penny and I would love to." I don't remember the last time I wanted to have sex with someone just because I wanted to.
We kissed our way to his bedroom. He laid me on his comfortable bed and undressed me. His lips kissed down my body until he found my cock. I felt his warm mouth and just sighed almost in relief of having sex just for the pleasure and intimacy of the moment. I tried to block out all the bad blowjobs for cash out of my mind while Darin sucked on me. For once I didn't feel like a whore. I just enjoyed the feeling until I felt that sensation.
I pulled him off and licked, kissed and sucked his taut upper body like I was virtually trained to do by some of my customers. I loved his smooth skin and didn't have to worry about hair getting in my mouth. His cock was standing at attention when I went down on him. I wasn't sure how long he would last so I took it easy on him.
He pulled me off and grabbed a condom, "Show me how a rent boy fucks."
I just looked at him, "I'll will show you how a lover boy fucks if that is alright with you?"
"I don't care one way or the other, my lover, just fuck me," Darin said.
I scooted up behind him as he got on his knees. I fingered his hot ass good to loosen him up enough to take what I offered. I pushed down on his back while slowly pushing forward. He pushed back and my cock slipped into his warm inviting ass. He almost screamed but muffled the noise with his closed mouth. I let him adjust to my size before I gave him more. Again my mind was flooded with horrible images of bad customers who just wanted fucked without any passion. I could still picture in my mind all the hairy backs while I ran my hands across Darin's smooth spine. His moans and heavy breathing soon filled his bedroom. I could smell his sweet cologne escaping his pores as I bucked back and forth.
We switched positions and kissed before I re-entered him in the missionary position. He asked for harder but I didn't want to hurt or injury him in any way. I made sure he was loose enough to take it and worked the pace up. I stared deep into his hazel eyes and felt a connection between us. I wanted this feeling of caring and passion to last. My gentle massaging of his prostrate proved to be too much since he came with little touching. I pulled out and felt his hand on my cock. I didn't need much after his tight ass massaged my cock the entire time. I felt so good to release my load with someone who cared a little about me.
"That was fantastic," he said.
"It really was. Never call me a whore or rent boy again please. I really want to change and leave that life behind now."
"I guess a little caring and passion goes a long ways," he smiled at me.
"It sure does," I said. "I'm glad you picked me. Who knows what nasty job I would be doing now?"
"I thought you said that was behind you," he said.
"It will be a part of me forever and be a grim reminder of how not to have sex," I said. "I just love being with you."
"I hope we are singing the same tune this time next week," Darin said.
"I will be if you will allow me to be," I kissed him with passion.
To be continued...