This is the final chapter dudes, enjoy! Thanks for all your e-mails. I'm pumped knowing the story got you all going. Really appreciated hearing what you liked best and what I could have skipped. Someday soon I'll start on a new story about a boy who whores himself for his mistress.
Peace, Justin
It was around four in the afternoon a few days later. Robbie was out on a date with the piss guy again. Miguel took to calling Robbie the piss queen and had started to piss on Robbie in the apartment. Miguel had let me suck him off when he woke up, and had been gone now for a few hours.
Rashid called me on my cell and said he wanted to see me. We smoked some reefer and were chilling, when he told me why he wanted to talk.
Rashid said there was this new kid at the club, dancing for Miguel. He said he was cute and probably just seventeen. Said he had long blond hair and that he had heard Miguel say he was gonna let him escort for him. Rashid said he heard Miguel tell the kid that he had two faggots sleeping at his place, and that he was gonna put them out and let the kid sleep on his couch.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had come to think that I was Miguel's number one boy. He hadn't even had Nicole or any other girls over for a while. He had pretty much just been fuckin my face and now my ass sometimes. And since he didn't let Robbie do that, I figured I was his top escort and the only one taking care of his cock. This sounded like I was gonna be replaced. I was fuckin furious and bitter.
Where would I go? What would I do for money? And I was probably gonna have to take care of Robbie, the stupid cunt. He was doing less crack, but Miguel had turned him into a stoned walking zombie whore, who lived to drink piss and suck cocks.
Rashid put his arm around me and said he was sorry. He said he was really sorry cuz he didn't think he'd see much of me anymore, especially if I left for Florida like I had blurted out. He reached over and started to stroke my crotch. I told him to get the fuck off. He practically begged me to let him blow me one more time, for old times sake.
He did it long and slow, and since I wasn't supposed to jerk off so I was ready for the customers, and they often just wanted me to blow them, it was the first really good bj I'd had in a while. After Rashid was done cleaning me off, he gently put my junk back in my boxers, and zipped up my cargo shorts.
I just sat there on the couch, and he got up to leave but first he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I turned away but he forced his tongue in my mouth. Finally I gave in and kissed him back. He pulled me up and we hugged and held each other, kissing and frenching. Finally he turned to leave, and started to cry. You know I'm in love with you dude, he whispered. Then he left.
I just sat on the couch and got more and more depressed. And pissed. Finally Robbie came home. He smelled ok, since the piss dude let him shower up when they were done. He came up behind me in the kitchen, and put his arms around me and said what's the matter dude. I didn't have a shirt on and it felt wrong for Robbie to hug me like that.
I told him what was up. I guess his mind wasn't that far gone on the crack, cuz he came up with a plan. It scared me, but I had to hand it to him, it might work and the prick Miguel deserved it. I shuddered to think I might never get to suck Miguel's cock again, though.
Miguel came home around six, pretty wasted already. He went in to take a nap. When we heard him snoring, we both went in quietly, and took some rope and tied his wrists to the bed legs. He started to wake up, and Robbie stuffed a pair of his dirty Joe Boxers in Miguel's mouth. Then he covered Miguel's mouth with some duct tape.
He had this furious, angry look on his face, and started to struggle. We didn't waste any time and tied up his ankles to the bottom bed legs. Then Robbie pulled the switchblade out of Miguel's jeans, and cut the dude's boxers off. He kept playing with the knife, and running it over Miguel's cock and balls to scare him.
We both started telling Miguel he was a bastard and a no good prick. I kept saying, how many times did I suck you off dude, so you could bring in somebody new? We said he had ripped us off. Robbie grabbed the dildo Miguel had used on Nicole and stuffed it part way up Miguel's ass.
Then we got beers, and started drinking them, laughing at Miguel as he struggled. I got up on the bed and spit mouthfuls of beer on him. Robbie got up too and spit on Miguel, hitting him with gobs of spit, in his face.
Then we set down the beers and pulled out our cocks. It was Robbie's plan. We each started to jerk off and we virtually came together. We shot our loads all over his face and chest, and then smeared some in his long black hair.
We were laughing pretty good, and getting drunk quick on the beer and the bottle of Jack we'd brought in the bedroom. Then Robbie said, ready? And we each let loose with a full stream of hot smelly piss. We soaked him and his sheets and bed with what seemed like about three cans each of Yuengling.
Miguel was a fuckin mess. His was tied down, with Robbie's dirty underwear stuck in his mouth, and he was naked. He had a dildo stuck up his ass, and I had found the tit clamps and attached them to Miguel's nipples, making them tight and pulling on them while I yelled at him for replacing me.
But worst of all, Miguel was coated with our cum and now he lay in a pool of hot piss. I picked up a black marker and leaned over and wrote faggot on his forehead.
Finally, Robbie and I hugged each other and high-fived. We'd already packed our shit, and then we grabbed more beer and Jack from the kitchen. I reached in Miguel's jeans and pulled out nearly two thousand dollars!
I made sure he didn't see us take his car keys. Then we left the apartment with everything, found Miguel's ride, and jumped in. We figured we could be in Florida in about twenty hours, and then we'd call the police to go find him and let him loose.
On the way down to Florida Robbie jerked me off in the car. He kept leaning over and kissing me. Finally I kissed back, and an hour later I jerked him off too. He kept saying how we could escort in Florida, for ourselves, no pimp. And we'd get a place. He looked happy.
I guess I was too. I just kept thinking how much I'd miss Miguel's cock in my mouth. He was a real man and Robbie was just a boy. Robbie's plan sounded good, especially each time his hand slid in my waistband. But I knew I probably would have to find another pimp in Florida.
The shit I was doing was wrong and perverted. Only a real strong pimp could punish me the way I should be treated. That's my story. My name is AJ, if you ever need an escort in Florida.