This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story will contain scenes which involve sexual situations. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to be reading this type of material, then please stop reading now. This story is copyright 2007 by Toni Philips. Please do not copy this story for distribution or post on any online server without the author's permission. Please send all your comments to: janeebest@yahoo.com. Thanks and enjoy the story.
My first sexual encounter as a callboy, I remember, was only a few hours after I got cleaned up and "sexually enhanced" with David. The man who purchased me was at least 260 pounds of pure muscle. If I saw him on the street, I would have never guessed that he was gay. I'm not one for stereotypes, but he seemed so...straight. Anyways, the guy pulled up in a dirty Honda, and fingered me to come closer. I tentatively approached, and he spoke first, "How much for a fuck, sexy?" His voice was baritone, but I could only imagine a feminine guy calling me "sexy." I responded anyways, "$200." He seemed to ponder the amount Darryl told me to use. He soon nodded and unlocked the passenger door automatically. After seating myself and buckling up, I was ready, at least physically, for my first bought sex. ~~~~~ After about fifteen minutes of silence, the muscled man pulled up to a shabby motel. I don't know why I expected a five-star hotel and making passionate, sensual love. I guess I'm still naïve. My sweet dreams were further shattered when I saw the motel room. The bed was tilted, while its sheets were obviously put on half-assed. Judging by the rips and tears, the sheets were probably made half-assed, too. I must've been staring dumbfounded at the shack of a room for too long, for the gorilla that bought me, pushed me forward into the room and closed the door. I turned to face him while wringing my hands. He once again broke the silence, "So...how about you get undressed, kid?" I sighed. How many times have I been called 'kid' since I got kicked out?! I'm 15 for crying out loud! This was my train of thought, despite my predicament. He clearing his throat cut my mental ranting short. I looked upward into his eyes and saw lust with a hint of impatience. I then began to slowly and nervously lift my shirt. When I heard the thump from it hitting the floor, I averted my eyes, because I knew he was checking me out. My gaze stayed to the floor, until I felt his huge presence get closer to me. I looked upward again and saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips. It repulsed me. I soon after felt his hands on my flat belly, softly caressing. His hands soon moved up, groping my chest. Wow, I had no idea this old fucker could turn me on. Before I could dwell on that thought, I felt my body being pushed onto the slanted bed. I looked up in fear, and kicked myself back against the headboard. He swiftly crawled closer to me on the bed, one knee-step at a time. He grabbed my loose jeans I borrowed from David and yanked them down. His eyes scanned my body and I felt his thick fingers crawl their way up to my tight underwear line. He tugged, and my semi-hard cock popped out. His movements were so fast that it took me a while to register that he forced my thighs into the air, and my almost-virgin hole was exposed. He dove in without wasting time. He dragged his tongue up my crack, then darted his tongue in. I suppressed a moan. Wow, that felt good. He kept forcing his tongue up my pucker, and then just as swiftly as he started, he stopped. I felt his lips graze my pucker, and then I felt light suction. I moaned loudly. My head was back and my eyes were closed, so I didn't see him shove his middle finger into his mouth. I did, however, feel the sharp pain the meaty finger caused when forced into my chute. His rhythmical finger thrusts made me scream with pain at first, but soon converted to screams of pleasure. My once semi-hard cock turned into a raging boner, and I noticed the clear liquid slowly sliding down my shaft and settling on my sac. I felt him force another finger in, and I wanted to scream. I bit my bottom lip, instead and waited for the inevitable pressure of his cock. It didn't take long, because after about ten thrusts, some noises from him taking his clothes off, and the condom wrapper racket, he placed the head of his cock at my entrance. I was amazed and frightened by his size. Just the head was bigger than a baby's fist. I wondered how long he was, and how painful this intercourse would be. I was wishing to be back in my bed at my ex-home, when I felt his engorged, latexed head pop in my small anal ring. I bit my lip harder, which caused bleeding, and felt my eyes water. I was not going to cry or scream. I was not going to show emotion. I was just going pretend this wasn't happening. As his shaft ruined my insides, I tried thinking about George. I tried thinking about the money I would get. I tried thinking about my future. Nothing worked. Nothing could make this pain caused my filthy sex vanish. I was grabbing fistfuls of the raggedy sheets, when all of a sudden; he grabbed a fistful of my curls and began thrusting with all his might. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I was being pounded. He was nothing like David! David was right- they didn't care how I felt. I closed my eyes and shut my lips to suppress some screams. My lips and the creaking of the bed muffled them. Anyone in this smutty hotel could hear his groans and grunts. "Oh yeah, your ass is so tight," he half whispered, half yelled. I gave a short nod; I couldn't speak. I could barely move my head, as he had my hair was wrapped around his large fists. He started thrusting faster. David told me that moaning their name or telling them to fuck me would hurry the process along. I didn't like the "process", so I did the only thing I could. I moaned out "fuck me", as I didn't know his name. A smile played across his lips and he began thrusting harder and deeper, but slower. He leaned his mouth near my ear so that I could hear him murmuring things. I said it again, "Fuck me..." I paused, and then decided to add something, "...Daddy." That really got him going, and his long thrusts turned short and fast, causing havoc on my prostate. My cock had drastically fell when he first began fucking me, but his quick thrusts no longer hurt, but caused immense pleasure...physically. Mentally, I was in painful turmoil. It didn't last long, though, because as soon as I thought he was going to come, he pulled out. He pushed my head down to his huge boner, forcing me to suck him. At first I didn't open my mouth, but a few more pushes made my mouth open. His cock head was almost the size of my mouth fully widened. It took much difficulty to wrap my lips around the latex surrounding his enlarged snake. Soon though, after moving my lips up and down his shaft, His hands grabbed more hair, and he pumped his man-hood into my mouth, cumming loud and hard. After catching his breath, he got up, and pulled on his pants. He dug into his pocket, threw some money onto my chest, and left. I felt like such a dirty slut...well, I guess that's what I am. ~~~~~ I used the motel phone; I had Darryl pick me up. While in his Escalade, he told me how proud he was. I wasn't proud; I just felt dirty...like a dirty whore. He saw the look on my face when he glanced over to the passenger side while driving, and said, "C'mon...I know the first time is the worst. It'll get better, I promise." He went back to driving, and I went back to thinking. I don't want there to be a next time. I HATED this time, matter-of-fact, and I'd be damned if I did it again. I would simply save as much as I could out of this $200 and find a job. I decided, though, to keep those thoughts to myself as to not offend Darryl. We soon took that familiar sharp curve, then walked a few feet, and approached the same dingy door. Darryl just walked in, because it was his house. I saw David on the leather couches, playing some kind of PlayStation game. He looked over the shoulder of the couch, and gave a small wave. I waved back, and followed Darryl further into the house. Darryl went into his room in the back, and I knew not to disturb him. David told me that, also. I nervously walked to the couch. I sat as far from David as I could. He curiously looked up from his game and gazed into my eyes. I averted them, yet saw David turn off his game and scoot closer to me. "What's wrong?" His voice was still deep, yet boyish. I shook my head, because I could not speak. I didn't even know what to say! David was taking none of this, though, and placed his hand on top of mine. He soon whispered, "Wanna talk about it?" I shook my head again, and he got up from the couch, still holding my hand. He softly pulled me up, walked me to his room, then sat my on his bed with one word, "Spill." It didn't take much prying for me to spill my guts. I told him about the huge man, and the huge cock, and the huge layer of filth that fell upon me when he threw the money on me. I felt my eyes begin to water, and I willed the tears to stay there and not fall. If I could hold them while enduring a sexual beating, I could endure them while talking to David. I tilted my head some to let curls fall in front of my eyes, so he couldn't see the water that remained in my eyes. He noticed, and hugged me tight. He may have been smaller than my brawny customer, but he packed some strength in his medium-sized frame. I began to doze off in his embrace, which made me think of the last time I fell asleep in someone's arms. George. I really do miss him... a lot. The thought of George and Bill, the home-wrecker, put me to sleep. ~~~~~ I woke up next to David, surprisingly, instead of alone. He had me spooned in his arms, and for that one moment, I felt safe. It wasn't until I heard Darryl tell one of the other callboys to get ready, that reality came crashing down. I quietly and gently moved his arms, and got out of the bed. I entered the living room and was surprised to see so many boys. Usually they stay out for days and come back with tons of money. They're the type men want to buy for weeks. They get paid so much money and it shows. The usually have better clothes than I did with my parents and I believe they're the ones who bought the many game systems. They are the big dogs of this business. I stopped staring at them, and walked behind he counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. Darryl had his head poked in the refrigerator, searching for something, so I sat on a stool. When he turned around, he smiled with his eyebrows raised, sort of in question. "Paul, it's good you're up; I need to talk to you." "Why?" My voice was raspy from sleep and a little boyish, but I liked to think it was still manly. He didn't waste time beating around the bush, "How much money did you get last night?" I was confused...and it showed. "$200..." I waited a moment then asked again, "Why?" He seemed to nod his head to himself in some sort of confirmation, and then said, "Alright, I need half of that." "What?!" I got off the chair and stood up in shock. "What do you mean?" "I mean I need half of what you got." His face was uncaring, and he wasn't even fazed by my yelling or the fact that he's ripping my lifeline in half. He saw my stunned and baffled face, and continued. "You're living in MY house. I pay for water. I pay for electricity. I find you men who want to pay for some action. I do all of this. So if you think $100 is a lot to give me, let me go calculate how much you really owe me." His voice was deep and rough, and I knew not to argue with him. I gave him the hundred dollars. ~~~~~ Later on I decided to leave. I would follow my plan from last night; I would take my hundred dollars and live off of it until I found a job. I first told David, and he didn't seem so surprised. He said my first time was traumatic...I agreed. Next I told Darryl. At first he looked as if he cared, but in a second, his voice was full of nonchalance and arrogance. I have to admit it hurt, but David also said he hides his feelings behind anger and that he will miss me. David usually makes me feel better. I will miss him. Darryl let me sleep for a few hours and take a shower before I left. I was really grateful towards him, but my gratitude was only shrugged off. I left around eight at night, and when the night air hit my face, I regretted ever leaving the safe haven of Darryl's house. I regretted ever outing myself to my parents. The first place I went to was "Pop's Diner." When the bell chimed from my entering, Gloria saw me and gave me that same smile...the one that meant she knew I would return. This time I smiled back. We both walked on different paths towards the same booth that I loved. When I was seated, she took a few more steps, and then asked for my order. We both laughed at that, because she knew what I always got. She turned to go get it, but I gently grabbed her arm. She looked over her shoulder in inquisition, and I said, "I'll pay you back for last time, I promise." Her old eyes gleamed, and then she nodded and left. I sighed joyfully and leaned back in the cushy seat. Everything will be fine.