Working day (t/t, oral, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
I.
Another day, walking home from school alone, arriving at a dark house.
"Mum?" I shouted as I came through the front door. No reply. The usual note in the kitchen informed me she would be late back from work today. Yeah, yeah. I made myself a solitary meal, trying not to think of the other kids in school, coming back to houses with people in, eating with their parents and siblings. Of course, I know that not every child or teen has a complete, harmonious and loving family. I know that. But when you can't remember your dad, when your mum seldom puts in an appearance before 9 pm, and you're an only child, with few friends, if any, things can get lonely. Also, I don't know a lot of people in this neighbourhood, since we're pretty new to it. In fact, it's a pretty new neighbourhood altogether. Most people round here don't have children my age. Not that I'm a child; I'm 17. Almost 18. I mean children in the generic sense.
Anyway, this particular Wednesday afternoon Mum's absence suited me just fine. Freedom from parental control is a prerequisite for the business I run.
II.
I stepped off the bus, waiting patiently for it to drive away before I crossed the street. It would never do to have an accident so far from home; not with the errand I was on. Another two-minute walk brought me to the hospital, and I quickly wound my way through the corridors until I found Dave's little cubbyhole of an office. He was waiting for me.
"Mark", he said in greeting. Dave doesn't smile. Not that he's a bad guy, he just doesn't smile.
"The usual place?" I asked.
"Yep. Four of them this time. You know Ahmed, but the other three are new. All fourteen and fifteen."
"Not Denny?"
"No. He's back home. Left Friday."
"Oh! That's good news, isn't it?"
"Is it? He never had it so good anywhere as he had it here. Your visits really helped him get better. I'm not so sure about that dad of his. You ask me, he'll be back in two months. Worse than ever."
It's sad. It really is. When I first met Denny, he was in a much worse state than my usual clients. Older, too. I prefer the kids to be younger than me. That way I'm the one who can intimidate them, if the need arises. That's why I dress up more like an adult than a kid when I'm working. Makes me look older; reduces the inevitable risk. Anyway, Denny was my age, and I was very much in two minds. Dave asked me to take him on as a favour, though, so I did. It wasn't until the third session that Denny allowed me to touch him, but when it happened, it was clear that his need was very great. And did he ever enjoy it! I kept servicing him for over four months, at half my usual rate. I suspect Dave pitched in to pay, too. It was true that Denny had improved a lot, and now he was out of the place. I really did hope things would go well for him.
III.
"Right" I said, businesslike. "Ahmed, you know the drill. Did you brief the others?" He nodded.
"So, you wanna go first?" I preferred to start with a returning customer, so as not to make the newcomers too nervous. Another nod. Standing up, he quickly lost his trousers. His erection stood proudly out from his body at an acute angle. Ahmed gets incredibly hard. I got to my knees, fished a condom out of my bag and ripped open the wrapping. Unrolling the red, flavoured piece of rubber part way, I took in in my mouth. Then I grabbed hold of the bone hard teenage cock and positioned my mouth at the head.
"Damn! He's putting it on with his mouth!" That trick seldom failed to impress new kids. I treated them to a good view of my mouth rolling the rubber down the shaft in stages. When it was fully on, I glanced briefly around. Bulges were much in evidence. Good. It would be easy tonight.
The blow job then started in earnest. Ahmed, being an old hand, had masturbated himself to orgasm at least twice that day, making sure he would last for a while. Also, he had learned to moan just right. Not so loud as to make it audible outside the door, but loudly enough to convey his enjoyment very plainly. And he did enjoy it. Every time.
I did what I usually do, started out slowly, making sure they all got an eyeful of cock, balls and mouth. I also varied the amount of suction I put on, as well as the supporting hand work. Ahmed liked it when I played with his nuts. Pulling at the sack, at each testicle individually and at both of them at the same time was a favourite of his. As his excitement mounted, I'd pull harder, both increasing his enjoyment and postponing his ejaculation.
Finally, after five minutes or so (he is only 15) things couldn't be put off any longer. I released the now tight scrotum and cupped his balls in my hand, and with a series of twitches and groans, the youthful spunk shot out of him, only to be thwarted by the rubber sheath. I made sure to use my lips on his glans, increasing the friction between it, the sperm and the rubber. This was a bit tricky, because he always got a little shaky in his knees, meaning I had to be careful to let my head follow when he began to sag.
Finally he was done. As I released him, I gave one last suck to ensure the tip of the condom was hanging low, letting everybody have a good view of the seminal fluid inside.
As I got to my feet, belt buckles were opening and zippers flying down.
"All right! Time to pay up!" I told them. The money appeared immediately. That was the purpose of taking Ahmed first. In the beginning, I always asked for payment up front, and it could be a frightful hassle. Best to get them really hot first.
32 quid soon nestled comfortably in my pocket. My rate was 10 for a blowjob, pluss 50p for the condom, but I would give group discounts.
Billy, Jon and Ray were quickly disposed of. None of them had ever been sucked off before, and with the show they'd been treated to, each unloaded within two minutes. Less than 15 minutes in all for 30 quid. Well, 20, because I paid Ahmed back his when the others didn't see. I wondered how many would be back next week. The high proportion of new boys this week was unusual. After all, this was a psychiatric hospital ward, and most kids stayed for a while. Some, I supposed, didn't have enough money to do it every week, some were too nervous or scared to return, some (not many, I hoped) didn't want it again, some left the place and some returned to their hands. I suspected some of them turned to each other, doing it for free. No matter to me; these kids weren't the ones to bring in the real money.
IV.
Quickly, before anyone could see me, I snuck out of the room and proceeded to the neigbouring building, which was also psych, but for adults. Serge was over 18 now, and had moved over there a month earlier. He was one of my favourites; really handsome and sweet. Also, he was a very small boy, only just over 5' tall. This time, Dave wasn't there to receive me, but I knew the receptionist, and she buzzed me through. Serge's room was one of the first I got to, and after knocking and being admitted, I approached the bed. He was under the duvet already, and I knew the sight that awaited me.
"Hi, Mark", he said softly. I smiled and dropped my bag and jacket on a chair. Making small talk, I proceeded to untie my shoes and take them off. Next went my shirt, socks and trousers. I sat up, leaning back a little to allow him the sight of me in only bulging briefs. After a minute I pushed them down and was naked. He looked me up and down lustily for a while, then lifted off the duvet. He wasn't wearing anything, either, except a big grin. I got into bed, grabbed his erection (which, unlike anything else on him, was of normal size), and pressed my lips to his, kissing him fiercely. He responded with his usual hunger, letting his tongue enter my mouth, his hands roaming over my back, down to my arse, which he kneaded in his petite hands.
"Impatient today, are we?" I asked him.
"When am I not?"
He was right. Serge was always impatient. Without further ado, he lifted his legs up, showing me the arsecrack already glistening with lubrication. I scooted up, letting my own erection wag in his face. He took the condom from me and rolled it down my cock. Getting back in position, I lifted his legs on my shoulders, making the small body sort of dangle in the air with only the shoulders touching the mattress, and began the fuck.
The penetration was easy; he'd been prepared, and it wasn't long before I was ramming him hard and fast. The suck session with the kids had left me heated up, and Serge's obvious excitement was a big turn-on, as ever. With a muffled groan, I shot my cream inside the condom inside him. Seconds later, volleys of cum flew from his fat six-incher way over his head, hitting the wall behind him.
We took a little time just lying snuggled up against each other. Before leaving, I fucked him once more, this time slowly, with him on top. My favourite part of Wednesday evenings.
He paid me my 20 pounds, and I left. A small sum, but I liked Serge. My last two customers of the evening would be bled for more.
IV.
In the grounds of Eton College, with Windsor Castle in view, I was on all fours, naked, with one cock pummeling my arse, another deep inside my mouth, hoping John and Wilkie would reach their climaxes soon. It took damn near ten minutes, but finally both of them wailed loudly as they unloaded, showing they had got their money's worth. As I dressed, they handed me my 100 quid.
"You reckon you'd be up to a double next time?" asked Wilkie. "You know, two cocks up your arse?"
"I suppose. The price will be higher, though. 125."
"All right." We shook hands, and I left. Another 140 pounds I didn't really need, and another lonely night ahead. Oh, well, there was more left of my vodka. I'd sleep just fine, and tomorrow would be another day. Maybe I could spend some of the cash getting a king-size dildo. A bit of practice might be in order to prepare for the double fucking I had promised my two young money machines.
Whoring is a life, too, I suppose.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
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