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I didn't wake up the next day until around noon. Nicole was still there and I woke up to her stroking my dick. It was pretty hard but I had a wicked hangover. I was almost ready to tell her to stop because of the headache but she just started laughing and said she had to leave, and besides Miguel told her she couldn't fuck me anymore cuz she was his.
I fell asleep again for two hours until my cell rang. It was Rashid. He wanted to come over so I told him to give me some time to clean up and to come over after I ate something.
He got there around four. He was all friendly like and started talking again about escorting for Miguel. I was fuckin furious from what had happened the night before. I actually thought about pissing on his bed, but calmed down a little.
You can't even imagine the shit in my head then. I know this is gonna sound fucked, but it wasn't even about him making me suck his cock so much, although I mean that was bad. It was the way he talked to me, calling me his little cocksucker and his bitch. And the way he was treating me, slapping me like I was a woman, spitting on me, knocking me into a corner of the bar's back room. And telling me how Nicole belonged to him. I know it sounds ass, but somehow that shit was even worse to me than having his cock in my mouth. I mean what dude lets another dude treat him like that?
Rashid just kept fuckin talking. He said there was this customer at the bar, who wasn't bad looking and wasn't real fem who was begging Miguel for a chance to suck my cock. And that's all he wanted, to suck me off. How bad could that be, Rashid asked? I didn't have to do anything but lay there, no kissing, nothing. And he was paying $175.
Rashid said he take it in a minute, but he couldn't get any jobs from Miguel cuz nobody wanted a skinny little black boy like him. I was just so fuckin confused. I guess I weakened, thinking I needed the money, and really, how fuckin bad could it be? And it might make Miguel lighten up on me a little bit. Make him happy.
When Rashid saw I was starting to cave, he threw me for a loop. He said, dude, why don't you let me blow you, now, and you can get some practice with a guy sucking you off, and see if you can get hard thinking about a girl while I do it. If you can't pull it off with me, your bud, then it won't work.
I said, dude, I don't know. But he said relax, sit back, think of Jessica Simpson or whatever you straight guys think is hot. I was sitting on the couch, wearing just the basketball shorts he'd got me to buy. He got on his knees in front of me, and started to feel up my dick through the shorts.
I really shouldn't have let him do it, but I never did get off last night with Nicole, and I guess these fags know how to get a dude off. In a minute or two I was soaking my pre-cum through the satin shorts, and then he slowly yanked them down, real sexy like, like Nicole would have. Or Jessica Simpson!
I just closed my eyes and concentrated while he stroked me, and next thing I knew he had my dick in his mouth. I came about three minutes later. Damn it felt good, and I just blocked out that he was doing it. He swallowed it all and started cleaning up my slit and then started licking my balls. I should have stopped him there.
Cuz all of a sudden in the front door comes Miguel, like he was sneaking in on me to see what I was up to. He starts shouting. Tells Rashid to get the fuck out, stupid cocksucker. I'm pulling up my shorts while he's yelling at me, telling me I'm a no good faggot too, and if I can get a free blowjob from some queer like Rashid, I can sure as shit work for him.
I'm just sitting there, my buzz all gone, when he comes back in the living room with a slip of paper. Here's your first job, he tells me. Turns out it's the guy at the bar that Rashid was telling me about. It's got his first name and address on it, and the guy's phone number. Miguel's telling me to get a shirt and sneaks on and to take my cell so he can call me after an hour and make sure it went ok.
He starts in again about no teeth, although he thinks the guy only wants to blow me. Says I should get $175 from the dude up front, and then get right back here. Man, I just wanted to get the fuck outta there, and I started to come at him, but he pulled his switchblade out and said don't even think that shit, asshole. I banged out of the apartment.
Rashid was waiting outside for me. I told him what happened. He said I could do it, that he'd just blown me so why couldn't I let this guy do it, especially for cash? I told him to fuck off and I started walking towards the address, which was about six blocks away in an apartment building.
Well, you guessed it, I let the guy blow me. It wasn't that bad I guess. Got the cash nice and easy, and the guy didn't try anything. If he'd try to kiss me or touch I mean I woulda fucked him up. It was over in half an hour. I used some of the money to get some food at Mickey D's.
Sure enough, after an hour, my cell rings, and it's shithead. He doesn't say anything except, got the money? I say yes, and he says get over here with it.
I go over and he's standing right inside the door. He says something like give me my money bitch. I said what do you mean? And he says usually I just take my cut for setting you up on your dates, like the dancing situation. But I need to pay your cell bill he says. I start pulling it outta my sneak. The prick just grabbed it all, and started counting it.
Supposed to be $175 plus a tip he shouts. I told him I used $6 at McDonald's. He says I owe him $6. I say the faggot didn't give me a tip. Then you must have fucked up asshole, he shouts. They always tip. You got to keep my customers happy, shit for brains. And out he goes, off to another drug deal I guess.
I just crashed, and started watching TV. Trying to forget. Around eight he comes back in, with Nicole. She's dressed up. He goes in and changes around. Didn't know the dude had anything besides wifebeaters, but out he comes with a nice shirt and shoes. Then he fucks with my head some more.
You did good he tells me. Get something on. We're going out to eat. Says we're going to a steakhouse. I had a collar shirt somewhere in my bag, and I grumbled I guess but got cleaned up, figuring I smelled like sex after getting two blow jobs that afternoon. Nicole just followed him a round like a puppy dog, grabbing his ass and saying how she wanted to come back after dinner and get fucked up the ass. I think she was doing it to make me jealous.
I know it sounds weird but we had a good time. I mean they did, necking and fooling around in the booth at the restaurant. Somehow Miguel got the waiter to get drinks for Nicole and me, even though we were both 18. I had the best steak of my life. They both mostly ignored me, although Nicole talked to me once in a while. Miguel paid.
As we were leaving, he told me I wasn't dancing that night, to go back to his place, and to keep my cell handy for when he called. He said he'd have another job for me tonight. Nicole just laughed and said so now your fuckin whoring for him too?