RB12

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That Saturday night was my first experience with an Academy exercise designed to get us used to entertaining potential clients. This is how it worked: The house would hold a party on Saturday nights, inviting special friends of Ron's and other teachers, mixed in with some actors who would play roles as troublesome or challenging clients.

Then, on Sunday, we'd be critiqued and graded on how we mixed it up with the guests, especially to get them interested, and how we met some of the challenges posed by guests. Of course, we were also graded on our sexual performance: flirting, technique, endurance, ways to maximize the customer experience so we'd earn the most. Flat rates were all good and fine, but big tips was where the real money was. So, phoning in the experience will not create a sustainable business for a rent boy. You have to be "on," all the way through. That includes a sexy, memorable and clever greeting at the door; adding in extras like giving a client a shower before and even after; anticipating what's going to maximize a client's experience. We were graded and taught on these skills from the party experience. There were even films to critique sexual technique and performance. It was kind of like the way sports teams look at game films to talk about how the team and individual players could improve.

The anticipation of what would turn on a client is a measure of the boy's radar for scoping out the client quickly and delivering on what's learned through the instinct. That's something that one had or didn't have. I was told that I had it, with a "multiplier effect," meaning my radar and instincts were excellent. It's kind of like how I decided to be the dominant player with Jon Decker. It was a gut feeling I had and it was very successful. Unfortunately, I got no grades for that particular performance, but the practice was good.

The Academy has an extensive wardrobe room which we could use for such appearances and tests. I was feeling very fem that night and that was reflected in the clothes I chose from the wardrobe. I wore a pair of extraordinarily tight black jeans with sequins. They were so tight you could make out the veins on my dick when it got hard or my genital bush hairs. I wore a tight Danskin tank top that plunged down the cleavage of my tits and a lot of silver and gold necklaces around my neck. I used product to make my hair spikey and I put on make-up, something I never did. I dusted sequins throughout my hair and arms and upper chest. I was very much a throwback to David Bowie in the Ziggy Stardust years. I considered this a gamble. Did horny men really want fem boys? We would see.

A few of my fellow students recommended strongly against the outfit with comments like: "Girlfriend, if they wanted a pussy they'd go to another kind of ho house." "Oh, no, Brandon, not for your first party." "If you want attention, you'll get it, but not the kind you want."

They didn't give me enough credit that I'd be able to carry it off. The party took place in a long room with sofas along both sides, giving off the image that we were like models on a runway. I walked through the room, head held high, but noticing who was looking and who was really looking. I walked to the end where there was a bar and I ordered a flute of champagne. I was being very "Breakfast at Tiffany's." On my way down the runway I had spotted two middle aged men, both with nice salt and pepper hair, who had looked me up and down. I sat on the lap of one of them, saying, "I imagine you won't mind if I join you."

"Not at all," they both said in unison.

"Do you come to this party often?" I asked. "This is my first time."

"First time at what?" asked the one whose lap I was using.

"Well, I'm not suggesting I am a virgin, if that's what you're asking. No, it's my first week here and my first party like this."

Both of the men had boners. I felt the one under me and saw the other one snaking down the man's pants. "This is nice," I said. "It's a little cool in here but you're warming me up from beneath." I stretched my legs on top of the other man's lap. "My legs are a little cold too." He started to massage my legs.

I discreetly wiggled both my ass and my legs to stimulate them. We made chit-chat for a while. I was caressing his cock with my hand under my ass.

"Do you guys want to go somewhere a little more quiet? I am not liking this music."

"Both of us?"

"Well, yeah, sure. If you guys are up for it. I'd like to try a threesome. You guys look like you are buddies and that you'd be good at sharing." They looked at each other and nodded yes.

I got off their laps and, up on my feet, I took them both by their hands and pulled them behind me. There were small rooms off to the side, several of which were already occupied. There were no doors to the rooms and men stood at the opening to watch the action. I led them into a room already full of action with four guys going at it with each other. "Under all that," I whispered, "is our abs teacher. He's nice to watch, believe me." I pulled them around me, one pressing against my ass and the other in front of me, I was my ass against the one guy and kneeing the other one. I slid down to my knees and took turns giving them blow jobs while I undid their pants and pulled them down so I could play with their asses and all their parts. The one named Sam moaned when I put my finger in his hole and I changed positions so he'd be the one I fucked and the other would be fucking me. I pulled out condoms and handed one out while I unwrapped one for me. I opened packets of lube for my hole and Sam's.

I was sliding my dick up and down his crack as I whispered in his ear that I was going to put my huge dick in his ass. He kept pushing towards me, sort of begging me to put it in, but I kept teasing him. The other one was adeptly stroking his cock slowly in and out of my ass. "Oh, it's so tight." He moved in and out like that for some time, while I was pushing into Sam. We were making a lot of noise and attracting a lot of attention. Several of the others in the group sex scene broke apart to watch us, playing with each other's cocks. One of my schoolmates ripped my tank top open so he could lick and bite my nipple and he directed my hand to his cock.

It went on like that for quite some time with different groups watching our sex show, and a few joining us. One of the guys who told me my "get up" would get me nowhere was drawn to us and he slid around us and pressed his cock into my ass so I had two at one time. I had never done that before.

The next morning Sam and Sean, the two salt and pepper guys, and I, and two other boys from school were wrapped all around each other deep in sleep. Sean, though, woke up and he was pissing so loud that he woke me. I turned over so my ass was in the air. He came back and strode me from behind to fuck me again. I wasn't so tight any more but Sean still enjoyed himself, pulling out and cumming all over my face. My classmates awoke and they licked his cum off of my face.

The only thing I was wearing at this point were the sequins in my hair and chest, and sporadic drops of cum. Plus, a used condom was stuck on my ankle.

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Several hours later, weary but awake, the entire class sat in the classroom for grading and critiquing. Much of the video was of my scenes. Ron said, "Brandon, we don't really know if this was all your playacting or whether you were having fun."

"Couldn't it be both?" I asked.

"Yeah you're still new enough to be that good and enjoying it that much." The guy taking the videos, a lithe Asian guy, was able to get pretty good high resolution film of me getting double fucked.

"So what is it?"

"So is what is what?" I responded.

"Was that fun or acting?"

I smiled brightly. "I think I know the right answer is that I was acting. So I will say that I was having fun."

One of the Balkan boys said, "Turn that off. I am getting hard all over again."

"Again?" said another.

The Balkan boy who fell in love with me when I was trying out, cuddled up next to me as he listened and watched intently. There was a scene of him and an older man, slightly overweight, dancing half clothed in a corner. The man pulled the boy's pants and underwear down while he teased his nipples. The boy reacted by pushing the man's fingers away and then quickly putting them back. The older man grabbed a condom from the bowl on one of the side tables and, trying to be discrete, pulled down his pants zipper, pulled out his very hard dick and slid the condom on. He danced the boy against the wall with his face against it and pushed into his ass. You could see the boy's whole body wince but then moved into the rhythm. The man pulled his left leg up so he could push into the boy's ass even farther. Soon, the man's body started to writhe as if he was having some kind of attack. The man was no longer discrete as he fell to the floor and pulled the filled condom off his dick. The boy slid down the wall next to him and the mic picked up their dialogue.

Boy: Are you OK, Daddy?

Man: I am too OK, boy. I've never been so OK. I like it when you call me 'Daddy.'

Boy: I know. That's why I call you Daddy, Daddy.

Man: You're cute. What's your name?

Boy: These days they call me Brushy, because of my spikey hair. Looks and feels like a hair brush, my hair does.

He ran his hands through Brush's hair. Then, he ran his hands above Brushy's cock, which was also bristles from when he shaved his bush. He thought it would look sexy and advertise his young age. But this didn't go over well with his Academy RB sex coaches. It was almost a slogan at the Academy. "No tats. No piercings. No shaving body hair." When it came to grooming, we could wax the top part of bushes, and we could wax the hair in our ass cracks. None of us were old enough to need our assholes bleached. But that was the extent of it.

The man rubbed his hands over his shaved dick area. "I don't like this, boy."

Boy: I know. I am sorry. I got bad grades for it.

Man: You deserve them.

Boy: Do you want to punish me, Daddy? I think I deserve that, sir.

Man: I agree. Turn over, little cunt.

Brush did and the man started to slap his ass hard and loud. Brush barked sounds of pain. But after about 20 lashes the man started to lick the light read welts on his ass cheeks. And Brush was swooning. He pulled apart Brushy's ass cheeks and started to lick up and down. And Brushy was moaning. Even louder when the man was pushing his tongue into Brushy's hole. Brushy turned over. He had a huge hard on and the man reached down to lick it and suck it, while keeping his fingers in his wet ass.

Minutes later the man was jerking Brushy and Brushy came, almost violently, hitting the man's nose and one of his eyes.

The video turned back to me with my body lying face up on a table, with four men lined up waiting to fuck me while a fifth was pushing hard into me. The abs teacher was feeding his cock into my mouth, cumming all over my face.

The end of the video showed me nude on a couch with the two salt and peppers sleeping around me with their heads nested on my chest, looking quite happy and content and looking like they were having nice dreams remembering our scenes together.

Now, both of us were hard, Brushy and I. It was a real turn on to watch videos of us at work, so to speak.

I whispered into Brushy's ear, "How much longer will this go?"

Brushy promised only a few more minutes, as he caressed my hips and ass.

"Why do you ask."

I said, "Because I want to make love to you."

"Boy, Brandon, you are insatiable. Do you ever stop?"

I hope not.

"Is this more practice for you or fun."

"Fun. If I learn something so much the better."

We went to his room and I held him close. I ran my hands through the bristles of his blonde hair. "Like that?"

"I love the way it feels, Brushy."

"You'll really like this then."

We continued to kiss and he pulled down my pants and underwear. My cock was hard and he bent down to roll my cock in his hair. It tickled and it was very sexy. He pointed the head of my cock, dripping with pre cum and he started to jerk me off. Long, rapid strokes. I was moaning. I tried to push him away because I didn't want it to end this quickly, but he would set me free. I put my arms around him and started to play with his hole. It was moist and felt a little sore. I was sore, too.

Several minutes later I exploded cum all over his beautiful bush of blonde, spiky hair. I was very loud when I had the orgasm. Brushy collapsed on his bed on his back. I cuddled up next to him and put my head on his hard stomach. "Why did you do that? Make me cum so soon?"

"You didn't like it? You sure sounded like you did."

"I did. I loved it. But I wanted the fun to last a little longer."

"I thought you'd want to fuck me, and don't tell anyone, but I just couldn't take it. My boy cunt is a little sore."

"Yeah, mine too." We fell asleep like that, naked, cuddled up, my head on his stomach and my arms around him. Apparently we slept like that for several hours and his roommates went in and out several times. The pictures of us they took on their iPhones were very cute.

I got off him and peed in his bathroom, long and loud. I joined him back on the bed and licked his ass crack and hole. It was tender. "Just trying to make you feel better down here," I said.

"It's great."