Academy RB 1
Author's Note: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This is written about a world we don't live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. rbrbrb163@verizon.net
I don?t want you to feel sorry for me for what I am going to tell you by way of introduction, because I don?t.
I was 16 when all this started and I was alone. My mother and father were drunks and, even when I lived at home with them, I was alone and on my own. My father beat my mother and beat me, and one night when he was drunk he fucked me. It wasn?t the first time I was fucked but it was the first time when I didn?t have a say in the matter. I knew I was gay and had slept with some older guys I met on line, which is how I got fucked before my dad did it to me. And he didn?t remember it, at all. So the next morning as I was preparing to go to school he came out of the bathroom and grunted at me. Nothing new, same hangover, different day.
That part of my life ended on a day I thought I could fall in love. I had been texting with a guy from another high school and we agreed to meet after school for the first time. Our texts were hot and romantic. Many guys lie about their looks in hooking up, but this guy, Johnny, was beautiful. I was so excited.
We had coffee and then the subject turned to where we?d go next. He said, ?We can go to my house. It?s not cool.? Nor was my place cool, not even close to cool, so far away from cool that it would burn your hand. But I wanted it so bad. Chances were my parents were already out starting their night of drinking, separately, probably. Or they were already blacked-out drunk. So we went back to my house and we were lucky because there was no sign or sounds of either of them. We went into my room, locked the door and he threw me on my bed. We were making out and he had pulled all of my clothes off and he was on his way to naked.
We were so entranced with the sex that we heard nothing around us, until the banging on my door began. ?What are you doing in there?? It was my dad and he wouldn?t stop his rant. I had pulled on my underwear when he kicked the door down, screaming ?faggot? at the top of his lungs. He approached us and started wantonly kicking and hitting us. ?Fuck, fuck, fuck,? Johnny just kept yelling. He was bigger than me and stronger, and he was able to break free from my father?s kicking and ran out of the house. Which gave my father devoted attention to beating me with his knees, feet and fists. He picked me up by my jeans and carried me to the front door. He opened the door and threw me on the concrete.
I passed out. And I woke to quiet to find most of my clothes, books and other belongings around me and on top of me.
I could hardly blame him, but Johnny didn?t respond to my texts or phone calls, and then he blocked me. My brother who had left home when he graduated from college had abandoned me, too, not because we didn?t get along but because he so wanted to separate his life from the past of our home. I called him and called him, and he wouldn?t pick up.
So, I was alone. I slept in our garage that night and tried to make a plan. How would I live? No money. Nobody. No life.
The next few days were a blur. I begged for money and made enough for junk food to stave off hunger. The third night I tried to get into a gay bar, thinking I could meet someone who I could hook up with and at least sleep in a bed for the night. But, three days on the street, and I was not very desirable. And the bouncer threw me out anyway.
Outside, I slid down the wall facing the parking lot into a crouched position, covered my face with my arms, and started to cry. When I tore myself out of the pity party, I realized that a guy was sitting next to me watching with a sad face. ?Oh, hi,? I said, trying to talk without crying. ?I?m sorry. I?m not having a good day.? That was an understatement.
He held out his hand and introduced himself as ?Brandon.? I checked him out. He was a pretty man, with long, jet black shiny hair which kept flying into his eyes. He would throw his head back to get it out of his head?s way. He had dreamy dark eyes and pouty red lips that might have had lipstick on them. That was the only fem part of him. I couldn?t make out his body which was dressed in a very nice leather jacket and skinny tight jeans.
?Hi, I am Tim,? and would have pulled my hand away but he held on to it. ?Look, I really can?t, like, you know. I am a mess. I just got thrown out of my house.?
?No, don?t worry. I am not trying to pick you up. I know you. I used to be you. I want to help you out.? We went to an all-night diner and he bought me dinner, which I devoured. I told him the story and invited me to his apartment to take a shower and stay the night on his sofa. He seemed sincere, and I thought, ?Well if he is trying to seduce me, that would not be the worst thing in the world.? Another understatement.
He showed me around his place was very nice. He had a second bedroom with a tall table, the kind used for therapy or massage, which is where I?d sleep that night. I started to sit down and he smiled and said, ?Heh, heh, first things first.? I thought he was going to make me give him a blow job. ?You stink. Let?s get you in the shower.? He handed me two towels and closed the door behind me. I stood in the shower for at least 20 minutes, just letting the water pour over me. I used some soap, carefully cleaning out my hole and all around me dick. I turned the water off and stood in front of the full length mirror. I took inventory of myself.
And except for a few black and blue marks, it wasn?t all too bad. I am 6?1?, and weigh 152 pounds when I am not starved close to death. I am skinny in that way defined as twink. But my ass was somewhat shapely, but now way a bubble butt. Still half hard, my dick was bout 6.5? and it grew by another 1.5? when fully aroused. I have dirty, thick, wavy blonde hair, kinda like a surfer dude, and greenish-bluish eyes. I ran the plush towel through my hair to dry it and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I opened the door, it was propped kind of shut, but I realized he had left me some clothes to change into, well used blue jeans, a white t-shirt and bikini underwear. He later explained that was all he had.
I gave me a glass of rum to warm me up and relax me, and actually tucked me into bed. Before I fell asleep I remember thinking, ?Wow, no one had ever tucked me into bed.? - - -
Over strong coffee, we talked. I asked him what he did to afford such a nice apartment, especially given he was 18-years-old, just two years older than me.
He seemed reluctant to talk, no embarrassed but just quiet. Finally he looked me in the eyes and said, ?OK, but I hope this doesn?t freak you out.?
?Don?t worry.?
He held out a hard covered book, a diary. He leafed through the pages and said, ?I do this.? He paused, knowing I didn?t understand what he was getting at. He opened a page to yesterday. He ran his fingers over one of the entries. These are all men, who I sleep with, for money. I am an escort. Sex for money. A whore.?
My eyes opened wide. ?You?re kidding me.?
?No, I am not.?
?Like what do you do??
?It?s always different, at this point, most of these guys are regular customers. Once a month or once a week. And they all want someone different. Like this guy.? He pointed at an entry with the initials ?PG.? ?Patrick sees me one a week, mostly. He comes for a massage, and he needs it because his back is really strained and tight, but his thing is that he brings me a pair of woman?s bikini underwear every time, a different style all the time. He undresses and I come out of the bathroom naked except for the underwear and a button down shirt. He lies down and I strip off the shirt for him, tease him. I massage him with strong strokes starting on his stomach and playing with his ass. I spend about 45 minutes with him on his stomach and tell him to turn over. He can?t keep his eyes off of me in the underwear. He caresses me. I do his legs and thighs, when the end of the 2 hours is running out I get on the table with him and place my ass over his face. He licks it, and sometimes he is wild about it, but not in a bad way. He?ll pull down the underwear from the back and rim my asshole. Which is something I like.
?He?ll then play with my balls and I stroke my dick with the underwear still on right over his face. I cum loudly in the underwear. Sometimes he has me bring him to climax and sometimes he jerks himself while I play with his nipples, biting them hard. I let him lie there for a little while and gently pull him up and dress him. He always takes the cum-soaked, rim licked underwear with him.?
He paused and then told me to stand up. I did. He smiled. ?What?s so funny,? I asked him.
?You have a boner, Brandon. It?s a nice size.?
He told me to sit down and he said, ?Four hundred dollars.?
?What??
?That?s what you wanted to ask me, right??
?Yes. Wow, $400.?
He turned the page and touched another entry. ?These are two guys, a couple, just about 30 years old. Good looking. They seem to love each other. But they have me over and I lie on the bed, and they just spend their two hours worshipping my body with their lovely hands and lips and tongues. They fuck each other?they take turns every week?and one cums in the other and the other cums on his boyfriend?s face. Finally, they play with my dick. They wouldn?t really care if I came but I usually do. It?s very hot.? I almost had my mouth wide open, but only in my mind.
?Five hundred for 2 hours.?
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