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Tommy checked his neck. No hickey evident. Or at least, it wouldn’t show up for a while. He washed his mouth out in the sink and splashed water over his face. He had go take another client named Mr. Montoya in an hour, and then after that he had his weekly fuck with the Luke the Lacrosse Jock who was a year above in college.
Since Tommy was driving, he decided he could get away with not changing before he went over to Mr. Montoya’s house – not like he had the time to change anyway, and he had a feeling the torn jeans would get Mr. Montoya excited. He liked the narrative of Tommy being a horny university co-ed flitting around the neighborhood and college campus with the energy of a hummingbird seeking a different kind of nectar. 

Tommy dried his face. He liked these jeans, but had a feeling they couldn’t be saved. Maybe Luke had an extra pair. They were almost the same height, and Luke had been getting bulked up lately and his thighs were getting solid. No way denim could contain those tree trunks. Tommy decided not to stress about his pants. The pocket was still intact, and it held the cash he earned just the same. He applied some moisturizer he found on the counter to his face and left the bathroom. 

Mr. Royce met him in the hallway. “Cleaned up?”
“Yes sir.”
“Sorry again against your jeans. Little embarrassed about that. You turn me into an animal. Which at my age, is not that frequent.”
Tommy grinned. “I enjoy your enthusiasm. Makes me feel sexy.”
Mr. Royce cupped Tommy’s exposed buttcheck. “You are sexy. It’s so effortless though, it drives me crazy how you don’t have to try.”
“Oh I definitely try in bed though. You get out what you put in, in my opinion. What’s the law – for every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction?”
Mr. Royce laughed. “Well that’s not the normal way my students retain and apply the knowledge I give them, but hey, you’re retaining it. So I’m pleased to hear that.”

Tommy beamed under the praise. “Well how could I not pay attention? My physics teacher is a stud who has a great cock. But with all that talk of mass and thrust and friction, I think you’re just unaware how horny physics is.”
Mr. Royce laughed harder “God you’re too much. You’re making my stomach hurt.”
“Sorry, sorry. Just really absorbing my lessons you know?” Tommy said. 
“You’re absorbing something, that’s for sure.”
“For sure. I’ll get going though, stop driving you nuts. I’ll see you in class on Tuesday?”
“Sure thing. There’s gonna be a pop quiz by the way, but I think you’ve studied enough.”
Tommy shook his butt a little. “I’ll put this in a chair and hit the books anyway. Teacher would be so disappointed in me if I failed his class.”
“You didn’t agree to sleep with me just to pass?”
Tommy scoffed. “No. I want to pass on my own merit. I want to be a modern twink – dumb face, big ass, smart brain.”

Mr. Royce covered his face with his hand as his chest heaved with amusement. “Oh god, I can’t stop laughing. You have to go, my eyes are watering. Go on, I want to see walk to your car with your pants torn like that. Go on you trouble maker, go.”

Tommy put his bag on his shoulder and giggled as he was playfully pushed out the door. “Alright, alright. Bye Mr. Royce! See you Tuesday! Thanks for the tutoring!”

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“Wow.”
“Wow…what?” Ari sat back on his knees.
“Most of the men I’m sent to sleep with don’t kiss me like that.”
“Like how? Bad? Good?”
“Good,” Daniel insisted. “It was nice. Deep.” He smiled.
“Oh.” Ari messed with his tie. “I just was wanting to do that, but I can’t during sex cause you face the other way.”
“Yeah that’s usually why there isn’t a lot of kissing. Everyone flips me around and gets down to business.”
Ari stroked Daniel’s thigh. “You can sleep here as long as you want. Check out is at 11. Order some room service on my tab ok?”
Daniel smiled. “Wow a good kisser and generous? I got lucky with this one.”
Ari did blush a little this time. He let his eyes roam on Daniel’s torso; they lingered on his hip and Ari reached out to graze the little tattoo with his fingers. “Daniel are you like…safe, with these people who send you to me?”

Daniel looked surprised. “Safe how?”
“Like…they have you marked like a cow.”
“Oh.” Daniel looked uncomfortable. “I can get that removed one day. But like, Ari, trust me, you don’t want to talk about this.”
“I…don’t?”
“No. Because in my life, this is the good outcome.“
Ari didn’t know what to say. He glanced down at the bed. He suddenly felt ashamed of the privilege in his life, the private schools he hated going to, the business schools he went to on his parents money, the brokerage firms that paid him huge salaries….
“Hey,” Daniel said firmly. “Look at me.”
Ari raised his head.
“Don’t pity me. And don’t feel guilty? Ok? I’m alright with how this all turning out. I’m housed, I’m fed, I get medical care. I got plans. I got savings. And I get laid regularly by some of the richest men in New York. I get to keep all the presents I get, you know? It does have its perks. Like nice boys like you who are sweet in bed, and offer me room service.”
Ari smiled. “I’ve been wanting to get you a gift for a while, I just didn’t know if I should.”
“Room service is a gift! The guys who send me here monitor how much carbs I eat. I’m guessing this hotel has waffles. And man do I want waffles.”
Ari chuckled. “Alright. No pity. No guilt. I’ll call you again soon. Lord knows I need the human contact from someone other than bankers.”
“Definitely not a banker.”

Ari leaned in for one more kiss. He slid his hand under the sheet for an opportunistic squeeze. “I’ll see you soon.” He reluctantly got off the bed, grabbed his briefcase, and left the hotel room. Daniel knew Ari was going back to his apartment – took risky to be seen leaving a hotel in the morning. This late at night it could be passed off for drinks or a client meeting. Daniel hoped Ari got to eat waffles this morning. Seriously, was there anything better for breakfast? Better than waking up to a cock in your ass like the guy last week, that was for sure.

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A BOY’S BEST VIEW

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When I started working for Sir, he told me: If you be a good whore for me, boy, I’ll take you places, treat you right, spoil you rotten. I”ll dress you in brand names, you’ll sleep on down, and eat like an epicurean. But it won’t be for no reason. You will be earning it every day with your ass and body, and you will feel the results of your indiscretions swiftly. It’s like the stock market. Invest well, and reap your rewards.

Shame to say, I’m a little bit spoiled now. Sir works my body well, and I worship him in return. I think I’ve gotten a little relaxed now, and perhaps a little bored, because I actually had the gall to ask Sir last night – “Sir, when we met you said, If I be a good whore you...why don’t you let me please your friends too? I want to impress your friends with how well you’ve trained me.”
And he sort of studied me for a minute, trying to figure out if I had insulted him or not. I realized at that moment I had made a serious mistake, because if he thought I was, the punishment was going to be devastating. …but his friends had been asking to fuck me. After some consideration, Sir began to let me fulfill my role as his special little whore… but he locked my cock up first. Serves me right. I still thanked Sir though for reminding me of my place though.

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