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This story involves sex amoung consenting adults, if it is not legal to read this type of material where you are located that proceed at your own risk.
My goal is to provide you some sort of sexual contact in every chapter, some will be masturbation but mostly it will involve two people who either love each other very much or are on their way to falling in love. The story of Broken Hearts Boys came to when I was riding my bike through a collection of mountain bike trails and seen a clearing and thought, what a great place to have sex.
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In the heat of the moment with my current trick, I pulled my mouth off of his cock, and at just that same moment, he came. Shooting his juices in my face. One rope hit my nose, the other hit my cheek, and one long stream hit me right in the eye. It burned, I had never had nut shot in my eye before, but I would have never thought it would burn this bad. Thankfully I had been turning tricks long enough that all the passion was staged anyhow, so it wasn't a shock the moment was ruined for me.
A few minutes later I left the man's room at the pay by the hour Balderman's Hotel. The Balderman was where most of the boys who worked the street suggested to their Jons since it was cheap, and there were no questions at check-in.
I needed to head back to my spot and get back to work making some money, but instead, my eye was stinging something fierce, so I opted to head back to Cheryl's house where I had been sleeping on the couch for a few weeks.
My name is Leonard, and as you may have noticed by now, I am a male prostitute. I was thrown out of my parent's home when they caught me in bed with my younger cousin's six-inch cock shoved up my ass. I was sixteen, and he was fourteen. I tried to tell them it was his idea, but who was I kidding, getting caught with my pants down, and a cock up my ass was only the proverbial nail in the coffin letting my parents know I was gay. Before that, it was the way I was more feminine than other boys, and it could have been the fact I commented on cute boys when I saw them. I was definitely born gay. As I came out of my mother's vagina, a little unicorn was there to hand me my first rainbow flag. You know the little ones handed out at gay pride parades. Not really, but it feels that way. Now I am a flamming twenty five year old homeless homosexual.
Anyhow, I started turning tricks for money for food and then realized I was good at it and just kept doing it. I always used protection and was on PREP, just to doubly ensure I didn't end up with HIV.
I know you probably think who would want to suck a random dick for $40 and a smile. It's not that bad, as long as you make them clean it off before you open your mouth. Oh, and make them pay first, so you don't get stiffed. I always informed my Jons that my asshole was pricey, so if you want to fuck me, you better bring your checkbook. I am also pretty picky about who shoves their slimy dick up my crack.
Cheryl's crib was only a few blocks from Balderman's which was nice, because I smoked a shit ton of pot before sucking this dude off. He was not hideous, but he wasn't sexy either. He was the nerdy type who wasn't even gay. He paid boys for head because no woman would touch his goofy looking ass. He had a thin face and wore wire-rim glasses. He looked like Steve Buscemi and the Unibomber had a baby.
Once I arrived at my friend Cheryl's house, I walked in and fell on the couch and slept fully clothed. It was nearly 2:00 pm when I woke up the next day, and my head was pounding. My eyes were burning, but I had no recollection of most of last night's events, so I had no clue as to why. I was the only person at the house, so I went and showered, ate a bowl of cereal, and then turned on the television.
When the television came to life, I had to rub my eyes because everyone on TV appeared to be naked. The TV came to life on some show I was not familiar with, but that didn't bother me at all. It was the lack of clothing that bothered me. I immediately shut the TV off and figured I was still high from last night. I took some Advil and grabbed a wet washcloth and draped it over my eyes and laid back on the couch.
A few hours later, I came to again and heard some banging coming from the kitchen and figured Cheryl must be home. I walked into the kitchen, and to my surprise, Cheryl was doing the dishes naked. I closed my eyes and said, "what the fuck, Cheryl, put some clothes on." Cheryl immediately looked at me with confusion, as I peeked my eyes open to see I had really seen her naked. To a straight dude, Cheryl is probably sexy, but not to me. Again I chalked it up to my crazy, and I walked away and just refused to look.
A few minutes later, with my head still pounding, I was sitting on the couch when Cheryl's fourteen-year-old brother Sean walked in. My bottom lip dropped to the floor because to my surprise. Sean was also naked. I quickly put my hands over my eyes and screamed at him to put some freaking clothes on. I like boys but like them to be of screwing age. I am not a pedophile. Sean said, "dude, you're an idiot, stop getting high." At this point, I felt like I was going crazy. I see everyone as naked, and they seem to think they all have clothing on.
Because I was having some issues, Cheryl suggested I go sleep it off in her bedroom. I walked upstairs and crawled into her bed and was fast asleep in no time. Not only was I seeing everyone in their birthday suit, but I was also exhausted. It was like I couldn't get enough sleep, and for some reason, after I saw someone naked, my head started pounding extremely hard.
At about 9:00 pm, Cheryl knocked on the door and peaked just her head in the doorframe, and I suggested she stay like that. She complied and asked if I would like something to eat. Cheryl disappeared and then came back and poked her head in the room. Cheryl said, " I want you to try something, think of me in clothing, like envisioning a specific pair of shorts and a specific shirt, and then I will come in." I did as she suggested and pictured her in a pair of pants just to be safe and a Christmas sweater. Cheryl entered the room, and holy shit it worked she was wearing just want I had envisioned.
After Cheryl and I tried to work through my new found problem for a few minutes, she went back downstairs explaining to everyone they needed to announce themselves when they went to her room, so that I could envision them with clothes on.
Cheryl came back a few minutes later and told me my friend Alex was here. I asked if she would mind if he came to her room to see me because I was not ready to go downstairs just yet. Cheryl said she didn't care.
Alex came up to Cheryl's room, and I had envisioned him in his underwear and no Shirt. I figured that would be safe, and so far so good, he entered the room exactly how I saw him in my mind. Alex sat on the bed, and I told him about everything that had been happening. Alex was just as confused as me, thankfully. Alex and I have been friends since the ninth grade when we met the first day of Choir, and he and I got bored, and I took him to the boy's room and sucked his cock instead of staying in class. Alex is also twenty-five now and a flaming homosexual. Not the homeless kind like myself.
Alex's parents were okay with him sucking cock, so instead of being kicked off of the house, he was sent to college and now works a white-collar job. Well, he is an accountant and helps rich people hide their money. Allex has tried to help me get my shit together, but I have really not been that interested. Anyways Alex and I still enjoy the occasional blow job trade. So today, Alex said I know your having issues today, but I could really use your mouth. I welcomed the attention of Alex thinking it may actually help me with my conundrum.
Alex and I jumped right into action, and I reached to jerk off his underwear and like magic when I thought about removing them they were gone. Now, this part could be useful. Alex's cock sprang out from his body and looked utterly amazing. Alex's dick is not huge, but it's about seven inches long and kind of skinny and extremely pale, with a nice mound of blondish brown hair above it. Alex keeps his cock trimmed, really neat as well. I dropped to my knees and immediately took him into my mouth and began sucking like my life depended on it.
Alex's cock tasted a little sweaty, but not gross. It was sweet and salty at the same time. Since the first time I had sucked him, I loved the taste of his pre-cum, it almost tasted like candy. At first, Alex let me suck him while he lay on his back on the bed and relaxed. After a few minutes, he reached his hand to the back of my head and began guiding my mouth up and down on his seven-inch pole. I love it when a man takes control and crams a good cock in my mouth. I could tell he was getting close because his legs began to shake. The funny thing about sucking a guy off weekly from age fourteen to twenty-five is that you know all their tells. Alex shot a copious amount of his semen down my throat and held my head down to make sure I didn't spill a drop.
Alex's semen was thick and tasted different from its usual putrid flavor. This time it felt like I was drinking from the fountain of life itself. When I was done and I opened my eyes, Alex was getting dressed, and I realized I was no longer seeing him completely naked. We talked for a few minutes, and Alex thanked me for the blow job and left.
A few minutes later, I figured it was time to see if my nightmare was over and walked back downstairs. When I walked into the living room, Sean and Cheryl were both standing there fully clothed. I ran over and hugged Cheryl and whispered in her ear that something had changed, and now she was wearing clothes, and I didn't have to think about it for it to happen.
That evening I walked back to my spot and waited on someone to come looking for a boy to provide them with oral favors. My usual customers were thirty to sixty-five-year-olds who were closeted and had families at home but needed their boy time as well. Most nights, I tried to work in four to five so that I only had to work a few nights a week to keep some cash in my pockets to help Cheryl with bills.
It had been about four hours since Alex had unloaded his cum down my throat. While I was waiting in my usual spot, I started to see the clothing on people around me begin to grow fuzzy, and my head began to hurt. Oh shit, I knew what was happening, even if I still didn't know why. About that time, I got a bite, and a dude in his forties was asking for a quick blow job in his car. I thought, oh well, I need to get off the street before it gets weird again.
I hopped into his car, and he handed me my $40 and started pulling his jeans down. The crazy thing was if he waited another few minutes, they would wither away, and I would have all of him naked. He pulled them to his knees, and about that time, they disappeared. I knew it was happening, so I plunged my face into his groin and started sucking him. In about three minutes, I had this man cumming into my mouth, and I was swallowing every once of his cum. It was then his pants reappeared at his knees, and I realized his cum tasted like life, just like Alex's. It was crazy, the taste was like an earthy flavor that was also sweet, like berries or some other kind of fruit that I could not identify.
The unnamed man pulled up his pants, handed me another $20 and I got out, and he drove away. I looked around and realized everyone around me had their clothes on and looked normal. Fuck, this is getting crazy, but I started to put two and two together. If I swallowed cum, then it seemed I could control if people had their clothes on. It finally dawned on me, the strange guy from last night, he came in my eyes, and it hurt very badly. Every time I was not able to control what I was seeing my eyes burned and my hurt. All of it seemed connected, but how?
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