Shameless Lust 3 by David S Shorts
(I do not know any of the actors or the sexual preferences portrayed in this story. This story is fictional and should be taken as such. Shameless is copyright of Channel Four television.)
Next day at school Carl found himself thinking about his new career as a Manchester rent boy and his uncut cock stiffened up in his black school pants. At break time he decided he couldn't hide his hard on any longer so he went off to the toilets next to the history room to have a wank. He dropped his pants and white CK boxers and brought himself off quickly watching his spunk disappear down the bog.
On his way out of the toilets he noticed a boy staring at him -- this kid was a couple of years younger than Carl and was dressed in very tight black pants. Carl found himself checking out the kids arse before stopping himself; For fuck sake he thought to himself, I've got to stop doing that, I'm not fucking gay.
As Carl was walking home from school he got a text from Ian saying "I've got a job for us tonight. Meet me at Piccadilly at 8pm" and Carl felt his cock twitch as he thought about earning good money for getting his cock sucked again. He showered thoroughly when he got home and dressed in his customary trackies and t shirt before heading into the city centre. Ian was waiting for him outside Starbucks and rather that walking off towards the village he sat Carl down in the café. "This is a strange job Carl so I've got to explain it to you" he said, drawing a confused look from his brother.
"This punter is a bit...erm...odd" explained Ian, "but we will get paid 100 quid each so it's worth putting up with it. £100 seemed an amazing amount of money to Carl but he couldn't help being a bit worried about what the `odd' bit may involve. "He's going to want us to dress up" Ian said "as schoolboys". "I've just took my school uniform off" said Carl but Ian assured him that the punter would supply the uniform. "But that's not all" Ian continued "He's going to want to tan your arse too". "What the fuck are you on about" asked Carl and Ian explained that this punter liked spanking young boys arses. "Fuck that, no way" Carl responded but Ian soon convinced him that it was going to be worth getting your arse slapped a few times for £100 and they set off for the Northern Quarter where Ian pressed a buzzer for a penthouse apartment.
After they were buzzed in Ian introduced the punter Mike to Carl and Carl assessed him. This was an old man, easily 60 years old and he reminded Carl of his English teacher at school. He didn't relish having sex with this man and so thought instead about the fact that he would be 100 quid richer in a short while. "Your uniforms are in the bedroom boys" Mike said and Ian, clearly having been here before led Carl through to a bedroom with an amazing view of Manchester city centre. "We could be living somewhere like this one day" Ian said to Carl but is all seemed a million miles away from their humble home on the Chatsworth estate.
Two school uniforms were laid out of the bed and Carl wondered how Mike had known the correct sizes as Ian began to strip. "Come on Carl, get to it, we haven't got all fuckin night" Ian said and Carl dropped his white trackies noticing that Ian's cock was already half hard. The uniforms comprised of a white shirt, grey socks, grey shorts, green school tie and white nylon PE shorts. Carl felt very strange about this but dutifully got dressed and when he finally completed the outfit by putting the tie on Ian commented "You look fit as fuck mate". Carl did look like a handsome little boy in the old style uniform and Mike almost creamed his jeans as the two boys marched back into the lounge.
"Go and stand in the corner, you naughty boy" the punter said pointing a Carl while at the same time pulling Ian over his knee. "Face the wall" he said to Carl who almost laughed at the bizarre situation that he now found himself in. He couldn't help turning his head when he heard a slap and saw Ian bent over Mike's knee with his legs spread and Mike was know slapping his arse on the school shorts. Ian was silent at first then let out a few short yelps as Mike continued to roast his ass. Carl seriously thought of telling them both to fuck off and leaving but he persuaded himself to focus on the money he would soon have. Ian was sent to the corner and Carl was called forward and placed over the punters knee. He rubbed Carl's sexy ass cheeks in the shorts before giving six sharp slaps to each of his buttocks. It didn't feel too bad and Carl began to realize that he could cope with this as Mike slapped each cheek six more times before once again rubbing Carl's ass cheeks and putting a hand underneath his and running his fingers along Carl's cock causing it to stiffen.
"Strip each other" Mike instructed and the two teens stood in front of each other and slowly removed each others tie, shirt and then grey shorts. When they were both lefty only in the white nylon sports shorts Mike made them kneel on the sofa with their heads down and their hot arses in the air. The boys asses looked awesome in the white shorts as Mike went from one to the other applying sharp slaps to the sexy boys. Carl was getting to the limit of his tolerance as he felt his little schoolboy ass warm up when Mike peeled down both his and Ian's shorts, exposing their hairless holes. He was expecting more slaps but instead he felt Mike's tongue licking around his tight little hole causing his dick to reach maximum hardness in about 5 seconds. Mike moved to Ian's hole and Carl sneaked a look and watched his brother panting as Mike rimmed him. Ian's cock was pumping out precum as Mike returned to Carl's hole, this time sinking his cock deeper and deeper fucking his sphincter with his experienced tongue. Mike told the two boys to fuck each others mouths and the boys moved on to the floor and started sucking each other in a 69 position. Mike watched closely as Ian devoured his brothers cock while Carl took Ian as deep as he could. Carl lasted less than two minutes before he unloaded 5 squirts of warm boycum into Ian's mouth and the first blast caused Ian to start cumming too, causing Carl to gag as he swallowed his brothers spunk.
"The cash is in the bedroom" Mike announced "Get dressed and leave" and within five minutes the boys were back on the street with £100 in each of their pockets. "I don't get it" said Carl "He didn't even cum". "Well like I said he's a strange one but he will be back for more in about two weeks time -- who cares if he is a freak". Carl had to agree and Ian added "There are stranger punters than him Carl and you'll get to know them soon enough. But you have got to be able to get fucked if you want to carry on earning cash so I am going to break you in, training starts tomorrow".
Carl's arse was already sore from the spanking and he knew that there was no way he was going to allow anyone to fuck his arse -- but he kept that to himself for now and headed home with his brother towards Chatsworth.
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