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Harry bent over into the back of the refrigerator to find some juice. Given James' impeccably styled attire and smug prick attitude, he'd expected him to have a better stocked kitchen. He was probably just spoiled by his dad's kitchen...
He tried to hide his slight shudder as James' dressing-gown-clad arm snaked around his perfect abs, resting in place.
"I thought you'd run away."
Harry managed a laugh.
"In my birthday suit?"
James kissed the spot between his shoulder blades, whispering a slow and seductive teasing tone in Harry's right ear.
"The villagers told me you do have an allergy to clothing."
Harry was going to ask what else the 'villagers' had said about him, and just why James wanted to know, but he was spun around, bare arse cool against the fridge door as James drew him into a kiss.
Initially, when Harry had agreed to whore himself, he hadn't wanted to kiss James - he was only doing this for money, to keep his boyfriend Ste from going back to dealing and fucking up his life even more - but James was insistent. To his surprise, James was a good kisser. Calm and controlled...then slowly getting sloppier as the embrace continued, more willing to take Harry's tongue, suck on it, the way he'd methodically worked over Harry's hard nipples and hard, leaking cock.
As they kissed, he felt James' cold brown eyes studying him, as they always had. It made him feel dirty, but it also made him glad, in some sad way, that he wasn't being taken for granted.
James tweaked his worked-over tits again, ran a teasing index finger over his fuzzy treasure trail.
"18 years old and all mine...all mine...you're worth every pound. A pound for a pound, really..." he smirked, biting Harry's chin just enough to not leave a mark.
Harry wanted to punch the smug piece of shit, but before he could stop himself, he reached for the fuzzy tie of James' gray dressing gown, hating himself at the sight of the slight smirk on the older man's face.
"You do know this won't get you any more money...don't you? That anything we do from now on is based on incredible sex?"
Harry fumed at the arrogance, but his hand still found a grip around James' cock.
"Yeah."
James planted a softer kiss on his right temple, nuzzling the words in his ear.
"Just checking."
As Harry began his clumsy stroke job, thumbnail scraping the tight foreskin as an act of petulance, he studied the cock - long and thin and straight. Ste's was nearly as long, and also very thick, with a decided curve to the right. It was a gorgeous cock that, much like Ste, always took him on a wild ride. But Ste was so out of control when they fucked that sometimes Harry just felt lost.
James was never out of control. When he'd fucked Harry, it wasn't just the feel of a raw cock in him (he had to use condoms with Ste) that felt different - it was the reality of completely giving his body over to discipline, to the sheer, driving, slowly building power of a man that knew exactly what he wanted and always knew how to get it.
He rolled his eyes as James refused to react to the pleasure Harry was giving him, but sharp pinches to his eraser-like nipples and the happy, rare unguarded grin from the sleazy man gave him his answer.
James surprised Harry by slowly kneeling, knees resting on his dressing gown. He kissed Harry's cut cock, the fat pink mushroom head, before staring up at Harry in triumph.
"You're a good boy." James smiled, making Harry shudder again, in revulsion and in desire, as he took the first few inches of the thick shaft into his mouth.
James rested his hands on the small of Harry's back, fingers brushing against the young, firm bottom he'd pounded into the mattress only a few hours earlier. Harry knew he wasn't groping, the way Ste would, because he knew that's what Harry expected - wanted. It was the same reason he hadn't eaten Harry out, the way Ste loved to do. Just cold, slick fingers, examining and pleasuring and preparing.
Harry's gravelly voice broke into a low, dirty moan when James turned his head, deep-throating his 6 inches in time with a still-cold finger sliding down his hairy crack. He alternated his surprisingly skilled oral service with the long, probing middle finger. When a second joined in, finding and jabbing his prostate, he couldn't stop the load from his balls, hot and heavy in a somewhat surprised James' mouth, dribbling down his chin.
He removed himself from Harry's hard cock, reluctantly, letting the crown brush a last few drops of jizz against his smooth cheek. He hadn't swallowed, only giving Harry a cum-coated smile that Harry would, to his shame, likely wank over for months.
James reached for a wine goblet on the nearby kitchen counter, letting Harry's seed fill part of the glass, and topping it off with some pre-cum from his own rapidly hardening cock.
"The pleasures of youth," James said at Harry's rapid release. "Now drink your protein. Literally your protein."
Harry's eyes went wide, as he'd never really done or thought about anything like this, but when James took a sip, Harry couldn't resist, necking the glass, wincing at the harsh-tasting substance.
"You've never tasted yourself?"
Harry nodded, wiping his mouth with a hairy forearm.
"Just not so much at once."
James grinned, eyes and smile dark.
"I imagine you're more used to the taste of Ste's piss."
A furious Harry shoved James into the kitchen table, meaty thigh pressed against James' bobbing hardness.
"Mention him again and I'll shove that cash where I just put my cock."
James laughed, but he didn't argue. He was too busy noticing that Harry's penis was already hard again from the tension between them, and now pressed against his hairless stomach.
"The pleasures of youth indeed," James taunted, not fighting when Harry pulled him in for a bruising kiss. As the kiss deepened, James finally groped Harry's perfect arse, two large handfuls ripe for the squeezing.
"You're still open from the fucking I gave you last night," he said as he pulled away, licking the taste of Harry's boyjuice from his lips.
Harry moaned again, like the whore he now was, at such a posh man speaking such filth.
"I'm generous enough to let your teenage semen stain my expensive kitchen table and chairs. My semen, of course, will be oozing from your ever-loosening anal cavity."
Harry rolled his eyes, remembering he'd already gotten his cash, he didn't need anything else, but when he saw the hand outstretched, he took it, and when he saw the toned, mostly smooth legs spread wide, and the pompous penis stood high for him, he began sitting on it.
James smiled, a shark smile, pleased at the tight heat slowly enveloping his throbbing shaft.
Harry rested his head on James' shoulder, his delicate fingers wrapped in the close-cropped brown hair, his lush lips licked and bit by his own teeth and tongue as James stared at him rather than go for the kiss they both wanted.
"Does Ste kiss you when he's inside you?"
Harry shook his head.
"D-Don't bring him up - I-I told you..."
James' only response was to give a not-so-gentle thrust into Harry's ample backside, producing another crude groan.
He whispered the next words in Harry's ear, a smooth hand wrapped around his throbbing boner.
"Did he kiss you when he popped your cherry?"
Harry threw his head back, tears filling his eyes at the nasty things he was hearing, and how much pleasure they were giving him.
To his surprise, James leaned forward to kiss him, to lick the sweat from his furrowed forehead and let him taste it on his tongue, along with his own cum.
More whispers, as his masturbation with one hand, nipple-tweaking with the other, and slow but steady thrusts with his third leg combined to bring Harry to the brink.
"Every time he fucks you...you'll close your eyes and think of me."
Harry groaned again.
"I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you..." he screamed, voice choked with sobs as he blew his load into James' skilled hand.
James just kept smirking as he came inside Harry's clenched cheeks, shifting his neck back and forth, allowing a low whistle and for his head to rest on Harry's sculpted chest.
Harry was ashamed to feel the cum trickling down his thighs, but not enough to resist James' long fingers as they fed him a cocktail of his and Harry's combined cock juices.
James surprised him with one last kiss - more tender this time, before patting him on the thigh.
"Thank you for your service," he said, eyes cold and dead again. "And tell Ste I said...he has good taste."
Harry glared as he removed himself, knowing he'd just go by his best mate Zack's house to clean up.
As he left, James waved goodbye.
Harry flipped him off.
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By the time a cleaner and slightly less rattled Harry returned to their shack of a home, he saw Cameron, archnemesis of Ste and partner to Ste's sister, storming out. He seemed bright red when he ran into Harry.
"Watch yourself!" Cameron barked as he moved past.
Harry bit his tongue, instead preferring to watch Cameron's backside in his tight slacks.
Ste was nearly as red, fumbling with some cash thrown on the ground.
Harry saw some bite marks on Ste's neck and wondered just what had happened.
"Harry - we started arguing and - he's such a psycho..."
The huge lump in Ste's track bottoms made Harry even more sure it had gone beyond an argument, but he was the last person to judge right now.
"He gave me some cash. Told me to get out of his face for a few days...let Leela decide what to do about us."
Harry picked up the money, handing it to a still bewildered Ste. He placed a gentle kiss on his partner's lips.
"I-I thought we could go to Manchester...stop by Weatherfield. I know an old mate there. David Platt. Thought we could get a job for a few days."
Harry shrugged, but his eyes went wide at Ste's next comment.
"Thought maybe we could suck some guys off for cash too. Got me by in lean periods, y'know."
When Harry, caught up in his own recent experience as a prostitute, didn't respond, Ste hit his shoulder.
"That was a joke."
As Harry continued to not respond, Ste scratched the patchwork fuzz on his chin, eyes bright at a new idea.
"Or maybe it's not..."