Luc had to fight back laughter at that somewhat peculiar remark.
“Turn around,” the married man told him. “Now I want to suck your ass!”
Obeying, Luc bent over, reaching out with both arms to brace himself on the edge of the mattress on the nearby bed. His customer wasted no time. Burying his face between Luc’s buttocks, the man licked the hustler’s anal pucker before penetrating it with his tongue. Gripping Luc’s buttocks tightly, with his fingers keeping the ass cheeks spread wide apart and digging into them, the guy began to fuck Luc’s asshole with his tongue. He was as skilled at rimming as he was at fellatio, and each time he thrust his tongue into the hole, Luc felt a fresh spasm of intense pleasure ripple through him.
Finally, the kneeling man pulled his tongue out of Luc’s ass.
“Get on the bed,” he panted. “I want to fuck you now!”
“Yeah, shove it up my ass, man!” Luc invited him. “How do you want to do it? Which position?”
“You lie face down, and let me lie on top of you.”
“Sure.”
The john took the lubricant which Luc kept out on top of the nightstand, and he used it to slick up his cock. Then, while applying some more of the lube to Luc’s ass, the guy played with his hole, pushing two of his fingers back and forth inside it.
“Hot ass,” he commented. “Damn, my dick is hard!”
The john took his fingers out of Luc and got on top of him, deftly placing his own legs outside of Luc’s, on either side. His weight came down on Luc’s body, his chest pressing against the boy’s back, and then Luc felt the thick cockhead start to press into his behind, forcing his lube-smeared sphincter ring wide open. For a moment there was a hint of discomfort, but it passed so quickly that Luc hardly noticed it before it was gone. He could feel his anus being filled with the rigid bulk of the man’s cock. It slipped deep into Luc’s asshole without any difficulty at all, and, pushing down, the guy was able to drive his horny prick all the way up the young male prostitute’s unresisting ass.
“Oh, God,” the man groaned. “That feels so good! If only my wife would let me fuck her in the ass!”
To Luc, it didn’t sound as though his john’s marital sex life was very satisfactory. But that was his business, and his tough luck. Luc’s task was to give the guy his money’s worth, and, Luc hoped, earn a tip.
“You’re quite a stud,” he complimented his customer, managing to sound entirely sincere. “Don’t hold back. Don’t worry about hurting me. Go ahead and fuck the hell out of my ass. I like it.”
Now that he had his cock jammed up a handsome, well-built young man’s ass, the john seemed determined to make the most of it. He fucked Luc nonstop for a long time, showing no signs that he was getting close to coming.
And the guy wanted to try out different positions.
“Sit on it,” he told Luc, at one point.
The married man withdrew his prick from Luc, but only long enough for him to lie on his back, and Luc to squat over him. Once Luc had sat down, impaling himself on the erection, his client resumed screwing him, every bit as energetically as before. While he fucked Luc, he grabbed the boy’s own stiff dick and massaged it.
“Oh, that’s a nice big dick,” the john said. “And I can’t get enough of that ass of yours! How does it feel, son?” he asked Luc, eagerly. “Good? Does it feel good?”
Luc nodded his head, and he began to lift himself and then descend, moving up and down on the cock in his butt, recklessly fucking himself on it. “It feels really good,” he assured his john. “I haven’t been fucked like this, this well, in a long time!” That was a lie, but flattery was part of a whore’s job. This john was a decent enough guy. Luc wished he’d hurry up and come, though. If they ran too far over the hour, Luc might have to find some delicate way of asking for additional money. As a rule, he didn’t like to do that, because of the risk of annoying the john.
Luc decided he didn’t want to do anything to antagonize this guy. He was presumably a local, not a visitor from out of town, and as a married man whose wife evidently couldn’t fulfil his needs, he was a good candidate for a repeat customer. Luc already had a few regulars who kept coming back to him for more of the same.
He also decided he might as well relax—to the extent that he could relax, in his aroused state!—go with the flow, and enjoy the sex.
And so Luc rode the guy, rather slowly and cautiously at first, until the heat and fullness and pressure of cock inside his ass began to get the better of him, truly turning him on. Then Luc started to slide up and down on the impaling erection with harder, more energetic, more ass-punishing strokes. He grunted with lewd, bestial delight while that cock continued to ream out his butt.
And, by closing his eyes and blotting out all thoughts of the other man as a person, concentrating only on the feeling of the john’s prick inside his asshole, Luc succeeded in enjoying himself. He couldn’t deny it—the anal pounding he was being given did feel good. He hadn’t been lying when he’d admitted that he liked being fucked. And this john had impressive stamina. Real staying power!
“Now, you get on your back, put your legs up over my shoulders, and we’ll finish up like that,” the man dictated.
“Great,” Luc agreed, relieved that the end of this anal marathon now seemed within reach.
In this new position, the man once again masturbated Luc while he fucked him. “Let me know when you’re just about ready to pop, and maybe we can shoot off together,” the john suggested.
“Yeah.” The hand job was having its inevitable effect on Luc. “Fuck me, man! Come in my ass, shoot your load right up in there. Fill me with your goddamn jizz. Fill my asshole with it!”
“Are you close, son? Are you going to shoot?”
“Yeah!”
“Real close?”
“Fuck, yeah!” Luc cried. “I can’t hold it back, you’re going to make me come! Any second, now!”
“Don’t worry, I’m with you all the way. Let it go. Let it all come out! Let me see that cum fly out of your cock!”
“Uh, here it comes—!” Luc warned.
“I’m going to blow, too!”
Luc felt the hot liquid begin to blast out of his fisted cock, with the force of so many liquid bullets being shot from a firearm. Wet spurt followed wet spurt, splashing onto his face, his chest, and his belly, and dripping in a white froth down over the married man’s milking fist when the initial velocity slowed. And all the while, answering each hot gush of Luc’s creamy semen with a spurt of his own male seed, the john’s cock exploded repeatedly deep inside the boy’s well-fucked, reamed out ass.
Afterward, the married man got dressed quickly.
“Got to get home,” he explained, apologetically. “I want to see you again, though. Can I have your number?”
“Of course.” Luc gave the guy his cell phone number. “Call me any time, and we’ll get together.”
“Here’s your money.” The man handed Luc the fifty euros, plus a thirty euro tip.
“Thanks.” Luc was genuinely pleased.
“Thank you—for the fuck.”
Luc smiled. “My pleasure. Say, what’s your name? So I’ll know who it is when you call.”
The man hesitated. “You can call me Marc.”
Another pseudonym, Luc was certain. “Fine,” he said.
The man left.
Naked, Luc washed himself thoroughly in the bathroom, and then he stretched himself out comfortably on the bed. He was trying to summon enough energy to get up, get dressed, and go out again, when there was a knock on the door.
Luc guessed it might be the john, “Marc,” who’d forgotten something and had returned to get it. “Who’s there?” he asked.
“It’s me, Jean-Claude.”
“Oh. It’s not locked. Come in.”
Jean-Claude entered the room, grinning and swaggering. He took a good look at Luc’s nude body, displayed so casually yet provocatively on the bed.
“How’s business?” Jea
n-Claude asked.
Luc shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Could be better. Who’s minding the desk?”
“No one. I put out the sign saying I’m on a break, and they should call my cell number if they need anything.”
“Is this a social call?”
“Yes and no. I’ve been thinking. I’ve been setting you up with a lot of customers.”
“Yeah, and I appreciate it.”
“Appreciation doesn’t pay my bills. Most guys—when they have an arrangement like this—well, they make it a little more formal. If I’m going to go on pimping for you, I think I ought to get a cut, from every trick I set up for you.”
“A cut!” Luc exploded. “What kind of a rip-off are you trying to pull, man? You make sure every john you get me slips you money, himself.”
“Yeah, but that can be awkward, sometimes.”
“I’m sure you always manage it. If you want more money, just put the touch on the suckers for a little more cash, each time.”
“It’d be more convenient to collect it directly from you.”
“Convenient for you. I’m the one who has to put out for these guys. How much are we talking about?”
“Ten euros a shot. That’s not so much, is it?”
“It’s still ten leaving my pocket. Shit! I do all right, working the bars and the street. I don’t really need the dates you scrounge up for me in here.”
“No? You think not? Sure, you do all right out there—until you get busted.”
Jean-Claude had tapped into Luc’s secret fear.
“Shit,” Luc repeated, sullenly. “You think you’ve got me bent over and ready for you to screw, do you?” But Luc wanted to stay on Jean-Claude’s good side, to keep the stream of johns flowing. “All right,” Luc grumbled. “I give in. I suppose you want your first payment right now?”
“No, we can start off fresh tomorrow, that’ll be fine. Hey, you want to do some coke, to seal the deal?”
“Only if it’s free,” Luc said, sarcastically. “From now on, I won’t have any spare cash to spend on getting high!” The truth was, he avoided recreational drugs whenever possible, although some of the johns wanted him to get high with them.
Jean-Claude laughed. “We’ve done our business. This is pleasure.” He pulled from his pocket a small zippered pouch. Opening it, he removed a vial of cocaine, a small hand mirror, a razor blade, and a little metal tube, resembling a section of a drinking straw. “Mind if I get comfortable?” he asked Luc.
“No, go right ahead.”
Jean-Claude stripped. Naked, he prepared the lines of coke, and he and Luc snorted them.
“Know something?” Jean-Claude asked.
“No, what?”
“I’ve been jerking off thinking about you, ever since you moved into this dump.” The desk clerk was already holding his cock in his hand, stroking it. He got hard quickly, as the coke kicked in.
Luc began to feel its effects, too. “I’m flattered.”
“How about a sample of what you’ve been selling? That way, when I tell a guy about you, I can vouch for your performance based on my personal experience.”
Shit! Luc thought. First he shakes me down for money—for a cut of my hard-earned cash. And now he wants sex from me, on top of it—for free, of course! But aloud he said only, “Sure, why not?”
Once they embraced, and Luc could feel as well as see Jean-Claude’s muscular body and stiff dick, pressed against his own nakedness, he got genuinely excited, and his instincts took over. Just pretend he’s another john, he told himself.
“Suck me,” Jean-Claude urged. He straddled Luc’s chest and offered his big cock to Luc’s lips, and with a whore’s lack of inhibition, Luc caught the hard-on immediately in his mouth and sucked it back into his throat. His basic professionalism kicked in, alongside the coke, and he began to give Jean-Claude a first-class blow job.
“Aw, fuck, that’s a hot mouth!” Jean-Claude exulted. “A real moneymaker.”
Jean-Claude rocked his pelvis back and forth while he sat on Luc’s chest and held Luc’s head in his hands, fucking the boy’s face. Eventually, they changed their positions on the bed and lay side by side on the rumpled sheets, sucking each other’s dicks. Luc felt a surge of unfeigned lust well up inside him as the sixty-nine continued. Jean-Claude was an arrogant bastard, and although he wasn’t unattractive, he was no male model when it came to his facial looks. But he had a decent body and a big cock, which was what Luc was interested in at moment.
Luc felt exhilarated and wild, naked in bed with the other young man, with Jean-Claude’s cock inside his mouth and Jean-Claude sucking his own cock in return, and the guy’s warm hands caressing him. In his growing frenzy, Luc kissed and licked and sucked Jean-Claude’s hairy balls, and he began to work his way between his thighs, along his perineum muscle, trying to work his tongue back to his asshole.
Obligingly, Jean-Claude stopped sucking Luc, and he got up on his hands and knees, while Luc maneuvered behind him. “Rim it,” Jean-Claude invited Luc. “Suck my ass for me.” Luc lapped at the crack of Jean-Claude’s ass, and he used both of his hands to masturbate himself and his bedmate at the same time. With Luc hungrily licking Jean-Claude’s ass, the two young men came together, moaning and squirting their jism onto the bed. When they were both drained of their sperm, they fell onto the mattress and lay quietly in each other’s arms, nuzzling and cuddling.
Then they sat up, and snorted more coke.
“I’m still horny,” Jean-Claude confessed.
“Me, too.”
“I could go again. And probably come again. How about you?”
“I guess I could go another round, too,” Luc said.
“You got any grease?” Jean-Claude asked.
“Of course. An essential tool of the trade, you know. Right here.” Luc picked up the lube from the nightstand, beside the bed. Jean-Claude took the lube from him and he rubbed some of it onto his big dick, which was stiffening and thickening again.
“I want to fuck you, dude,” Jean-Claude said, in a husky whisper,
“Why not? Be my guest. They all want to screw me. Why should you be any different?”
“You’re such a whore.”
“Yeah? Tell me something we both don’t already know. So I’m a whore. So what?” Luc rolled onto his stomach, eager to have the other young man’s big cock inside him, now that he’d been primed and warmed up by the highly satisfying fuck which Marc had given him only a little while previously. His ass was definitely ready for some more action. He spread his legs wide, and he waited to be penetrated again.
Jean-Claude looked at Luc’s broad shoulders and back, admiring the way they tapered down to his narrow waist and indented hips, only to flare out again in the twin globes of his powerfully muscled ass, which was now thrust in the air, waiting for him. There was no doubt about it—the whore was a beautiful young man! A smug, cynical smile played on Jean-Claude’s lips under his thick, silky mustache, as he mounted Luc’s body and he began to push his slippery cockhead between the blond boy’s enticingly smooth, round, hairless buttocks.
“I think this is going to be the start of a good business arrangement, buddy,” he grunted, as his dick penetrated Luc’s relaxed anus, inch after thick inch, and Luc moaned in acceptance and encouragement. “Yeah, something good, something profitable—for both of us, huh, you whore?”
But Luc didn’t necessarily agree. Even while he was submitting, letting the greedy bastard fuck him, and enjoying Jean-Claude’s use of his manhole, he was deciding that he needed to find himself another place to live, and as soon as possible.
Give Jean-Claude a cut of his income? Not for any length of time, Luc vowed. Fuck that shit! Luc would pay up, as long as he still lived in this dump, and the desk clerk continued to pimp for him. But once Luc was set up in a halfway decent apartment, and he could afford to get his own website, on which he could advertise his services—then he would no longer need Jean-Claude’s referrals. He could freelance. As for providi
ng the guy with free sex on an ongoing basis, as well—Luc would let the guy screw him, just this once. Well, maybe a few more times, in light of the fact that he seemed to be doing a good job of satisfying Luc’s ass. After that, though, Jean-Claude could go fuck himself!
Chapter Six: Sailor’s Delight
Entering his studio apartment, a weary Luc sighed with relief. It was good to be home—such as it was.
The space was essentially a long, narrow rectangle, with a kitchenette tucked inside one alcove, and doors opening into a clothes closet and the bathroom in another. Large windows at least let in plenty of light, but this also revealed the rather depressing shabbiness of the décor, and the lack of luxuries.
The apartment was rented unfurnished, but Luc had managed to equip it with a bed, a chest of drawers, a couch, an armchair, a coffee table, and a few other bits and pieces—all bought second hand. His flat screen television was of modest dimensions. He served himself his meals on the coffee table.
Luc had the space set up with his bed at the far end, and the couch, armchair, and coffee table nearer to the front door. The “bedroom” and the “living room” were separated by a folding screen. Going behind the screen, Luc tossed his keys onto the nightstand beside the bed, and he began to strip.
Naked, he went into the bathroom. He felt hot, sweaty, and sticky after his last trick, and the hot shower felt good. It wasn’t late by Luc’s standards—not yet midnight—but he told himself he was definitely done working for the night. Hustling, he had already realized, could be damn hard work. A female whore could always just suck cock and spread her legs and get fucked. But a male prostitute was expected to get and sustain an erection, at the very least, and he was also usually expected to ejaculate, at least once, during the course of a paid sex session with a john. This could take a toll on even the most potent young stud.
Luc was beginning to understand why some of the young guys in his profession resorted to prescription drugs designed to combat erectile dysfunction. Until he’d started hustling, Luc had always assumed that these drugs were something middle-aged and old men availed themselves of. Fortunately, he hadn’t encountered any difficulties in the potency area yet. If he ever did, one of Luc’s fellow hustlers had told him about a gay doctor who’d supply him, in exchange for sex.
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