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Traffic was about as fucked as traffic could get. This was why Brad preferred out-of-the-way dive bars to the fruity-drink-serving, homosexual, trendy ones like someone decided to hold Walt’s birthday drunk-fest at. These completely gay bars were always in the middle of heavily populated areas that forced Brad to deal with vehicle and foot traffic when he could already be drinking.
Breaking to a stop at yet another fucking red light, Brad put the Mustang in neutral and let out the clutch. He relaxed into the soft leather and watched the crowd move in both directions in the intersection in front of him. He kept packets of Skittles on hand for moments such as this. He poured several into his mouth and chewed with satisfaction.
Brad started to take in his surroundings because he’s always alert, always situationally aware. He glanced over to his right and realized not everyone on the sidewalk was as casual as they appeared. Yes, several people were engaged in innocent conversation, but others seemed to be fronting. There was an edge to them. They were alert and watchful, seemingly trying to make eye contact with passersby and the drivers in their cars.
Then Brad realized all the people exhibiting the watchful behavior were men. Fuck that, they were boys. Surely a few of them were legal but they couldn’t all be. A few that were probably legal still managed to look like jailbait.
Brad had never bought a street whore. He used whorehouses – otherwise known as massage parlors – and agencies. Whores let him control when, how and how much cash he had to lay out for sex. He also didn’t have to make small talk and worry if someone liked him. They all liked his money and that was good enough for Brad.
The longer Brad sat at the light, the more one of the jailbait street whores began to stand out. He was a tall, lean, pretty piece of tail. Even at this distance, Brad could tell he had a cocksucking mouth. Brad's dick grew heavy between his legs at the thought of those lips wrapping around him and swallowing him down.
The light changed and Brad put the car in gear and in a roar of all eight cylinders, he crossed the intersection. He missed the fucking pussy bar on his first pass so he had to circle back.
Brad told himself it didn’t mean anything that he doubled back further than he needed to so that he had to pass by the rentboy with the pretty little cocksucking mouth again.
He wasn’t sure if it was good luck or just some fucked up coincidence that the light turned red right in front of whore-baby again. Brad studied Rentboy surreptitiously. He was in jeans so tight that Brad wondered if there was any circulation to the kid’s cock. They sure emphasized his ample package to full effect. As Rentboy turned away briefly, Brad noticed how the tight jeans molded to his ass as if they were cut for him. The leather jacket gave him an edge, despite the choirboy looks. His white tank top was too small for him, making the hard muscles of his chest and the taut planes of his stomach obvious enough to make Brad’s mouth water. The tank didn’t reach the waistband of his jeans and the strip of pale flesh left exposed was begging to be licked.
As the light changed, Brad accelerated and Rentboy glanced up at the sound of the Mustang’s modified exhaust. It seemed as though their eyes met but at this distance Brad couldn’t be sure. Not that it mattered.
He found the bar on his second pass and tried to convince himself Rentboy was just another pretty boy on the corner.
That’s what he told himself anyway. The trouble was, Brad couldn't get the rentboy out of his head that night, and, to his disgust, he woke up thinking of him the next morning. Right. Time to scratch that fucking itch.
It was Saturday. That part of town was going to be crazy, and traffic would be much heavier than the night before. Still, Brad found himself going to the bank, pulling out a serious wad of cash and then making sure his gas tank was full. As soon as darkness fell, he was in his Mustang and heading for the street where he’d seen the whores trolling the night before.
He was right; it was almost mayhem in that neighborhood. Vehicle and pedestrian traffic was worse, thanks to a chaotic mix of tourists looking for a thrill, soldiers and sailors looking for sex, and locals looking for a party. Bodies mingled everywhere and cars trying to get in and out of small parking lots snarled the flow on the streets.
Brad had a knot of excitement in his stomach and partial hard-on by the time he could see the traffic light at Rentboy’s intersection. A chill of dread and disappointment suddenly washed over him when it occurred to him that his target might not even be there tonight. The kid could have a Saturday night regular. He might work a different corner tonight. The traffic might have held Brad up too long and someone else might have already engaged Rentboy’s services.
Last night, he’d made both passes in the left lane. Tonight, he approached the intersection in the right lane, his passenger door next to the curb where the street whores were gathered.
When the light turned red, there was one car at the light in front of Brad. There. There was Rentboy, dressed the same as the night before. Brad didn’t know if he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch or if he was just totally fucked.
Rentboy was talking to two other whores and suddenly the car in front of Brad arrested the attention of all three. Apparently there was some interest. Brad’s heart was in his throat. He was so close: to have his target snatched from him now was unacceptable.
Rentboy held one hand up to prevent one of the whores from approaching the car. He nudged the second whore, a more slightly built little twink, forward with his shoulder.
Twink edged forward hesitantly, looking young and virginal as he did. The whore that Rentboy was restraining didn’t look happy, but he also didn’t put up a fight. Interesting. Brad’s cock twitched at the idea that Rentboy could be pushy; that he might rule this street corner like his own little kingdom.
Twink opened the car door and slid in. The car made a sudden and quick right turn, the squeal of tires just audible as it roared off into the night. Brad eased forward, revving the engine just a little more than necessary. It had the desired effect, though. Rentboy watched Brad roll up to the traffic light.
He had his finger on the button to lower the window but he just couldn’t bring himself to push it. Rentboy was watching him intently, eyes narrowed slightly. Brad wondered if he could even see into the cockpit with the dark tint on the Mustang’s windows.
Rentboy must have seen Brad looking at him because he arched one fine eyebrow. It looked part curiosity and part challenge. Brad liked the idea of the kid being a challenge, refusing to just go passively with the program.
The light turned green and Brad had no choice but to cross the intersection. Fuck! When did he turn into an indecisive pussy? He had cash in his wallet and a target identified; there was no reason not to take action. His dick was urging him to take action.
With renewed determination, Brad turned right at the next intersection and doubled back. Two more right turns that took for fucking ever with this traffic and the idiot civilians and he was back on track.
Brad rolled to a stop at the intersection and didn’t give himself a chance to think about it this time. He dropped his passenger window.
One corner of Rentboy’s mouth turned up slightly in humor. It was gone as quick as it came but Brad had seen it anyway and he felt it all the way to his dick. The kid turned to the whore standing next to him and inclined his head in Brad’s direction.
Oh, hell no.
Brad held up his hand, palm out and shook his head emphatically. The whore stopped in mid-step and looked back at Rentboy as if waiting for further instructions. Brad pointed a finger at Rentboy, then flipped his hand palm up and gestured the kid forward with a sharp flick of his fingers. Rentboy might be in control on the command deck of his little street corner but Brad was in charge of the larger A.O.
Rentboy’s smirk was back, only this time it held until he leaned down the window of Brad’s car. He really wanted to run his tongue along the creases that formed at the corner of the kid’s mouth.
“So, you finally make up your mind, Soldier?” Rentboy said through his smirk, obviously laughing silently at Brad.
“Marine,” Brad snapped reflexively. “Get in.”
Rentboy stared at him long and hard. Brad returned his frank gaze, waiting for him to find whatever it was he was looking for. At last, he stood up and opened the car door, sliding easily into the comfortable leather of the passenger seat.
Brad raised the window, effectively shutting out the sounds of the city around them. The sound of his exhaust was loud in the quiet cockpit when the light changed and Brad accelerated through the intersection.
“First time?” Rentboy asked quietly.
“Only on the street,” Brand answered succinctly, not taking his eyes from the road. From the corner of his eye he saw Rentboy’s head turn toward him slightly but beyond that, he gave no sign that Brad’s words might have had any effect.
“What should I call you?” he asked. Not, what’s your name? True sign of a professional.
“Iceman,” Brad replied. Rentboy turned to face him, smirk back in place. Brad met his gaze and held it, defying him to comment. “Problem?”
“Huh uh.” This time, when Rentboy smiled, Brad stopped breathing. The smile lit up his face and illuminated the interior of the car. He had straight, white teeth. Perfect.
“What do I call you?” Brad asked, turning back to the road.
“El-tee,” the kid answered straight-faced.
“Seriously?” Brad threw the kid a disbelieving look; surely this was payback for the whole ‘Marine’ debacle.
“Seriously,” LT huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “I boss everyone around on the street, chasing off the dangerous Johns and trying to spread the business around. Make sure everyone makes some money each night. Some of those bitches are real hogs.”
Brad snorted and shook his head in disbelief.
“One night, this jarhead said I was coordinating the field of action like some bitch-ass Lieutenant,” LT elaborated, still smiling at Brad. “The name stuck on the street.”
Earlier, Brad had wondered if he was very lucky or royally fucked. At this point, he was going with fucked.
“Make a right at the next light,” LT said quietly.
The street was a quieter than the rest of the neighborhood. There was virtually no foot traffic and only one or two cars.
Without warning, LT leaned across the center console and pressed his firm chest into Brad’s arm. He reached between Brad’s thighs and cupped the erection that had been at half-mast since he’d left the house.
“I’m gonna get a look at your cock,” LT whispered.
“Knock yourself out,” Brad breathed, shifting his hips forward for better access. This was a test. Would he let himself be exposed and touched before they talked about money?
Hell fucking yes!
LT’s hand was gentle but confident as he took Brad’s cock out of his jeans and jacked it once, twice. Brad didn’t bother to hold back the moan that formed in the back of his throat. They both knew what this was all about, why pretend otherwise?
And, now that Brad had let his dick be seen and touched before LT named prices for sex acts, neither of them had to fear the other was a cop.
“Iceman, huh?” LT whispered against Brad’s neck. “Well, you’re hard like a block of ice but your skin’s on fire.”
“I didn’t get the name from anything physical,” Brad managed to bite out, struggling to hold his focus on his driving as his dick got longer, thicker, and harder under LT’s touch.
“Cold as ice, are you?” the kid said against the shell of Brad’s ear and running his tongue against it lightly. “I wonder if I can thaw you out. Will you melt for me, Iceman?”
Brad’s breath shuddered in his chest and his pulse hammered in his throat. He’d never had this kind of reaction to a whore, before. He’d never liked a whore. He’d never wanted a whore to like him.
“You wanna park somewhere quiet?” LT asked, his hand still on Brad’s dick and his breath ghosting over Brad’s ear. “Otherwise I have a room.”
“Your room’s good,” Brad answered, his voice raw in his own ears. The last thing he fucking needed was a flashlight shining in his face just as he got his cock up LT’s tight ass.
“Make the next right, then.” Brad did as LT ordered.
They drove in silence, for a time, LT still cupping Brad’s fully hard cock. Occasionally, Brad could feel a gentle puff of air along his neck as LT breathed heavily against him. It was fucking killing him but he managed to drive sedately and avoid a speeding ticket with his pretty-boy whore in the car with him.
“How much is a bossy little whore like you gonna cost me?” Brad finally asked when he could tear a part of his brain away from driving and the feel of LT’s hand slowly stroking his dick.
“Depends on what you want,” he breathed against the side of Brad’s neck.
“What do you do?” Brad countered.
“I do what all whores do,” LT replied on a breathy laugh. “I fuck and suck.”
“Do you kiss?” Brad heard himself ask and wanted to kick himself. Kissing was personal. Kissing was emotional.
LT pulled back slightly. “You wanna kiss while we fuck?” LT raised both eyebrows, but the question was rhetorical. “Yeah, for you I’ll work out a deal.”
It was fucking ridiculous how happy that made Brad. One night and he'd have this kid of out his system, thank Christ.
LT pointed out a run-down, fleabag, pay-by-the-hour, free-porn-showing motel. “Turn right, in here.”
Brad followed LT’s directions until he was parked in a dark corner, facing the flimsy door of a cheap motel room. The door sported faded and chipped paint and was missing one of its two numbers. The ‘1’ was still present but the ‘7’ was just a phantom image.
Carefully, Brad tucked himself back into his jeans. He fastened them as well as he could and decided his best option was to cover the bulge with his t-shirt for the walk to the room.
LT unlocked the door while Brad pressed himself against his back. He dipped his head and breathed heavily over the shell of LT’s ear while he ground his hard-on against the kid’s ass. Fuck if he wasn’t behaving like a fucking impatient virgin.
LT chuckled as they fell through the door. “Easy there, big boy,” he said as he closed and locked the door. “I’m a sure thing.”
Now in the privacy of the shitty motel room that was probably about as clean as public toilet in Tijuana on Cinco de Mayo, Brad pounced. Two days. Two fucking days he’d had this pretty little whore on his mind. For two days he’d wanted to get his tongue in the kid’s mouth and his cock up his ass.
Brad held LT’s head with both of his hands and plundered his mouth. He ground his cock against the point of the kid’s hip, trapping him up against the door. LT pressed back, grinding his hips into Brad’s and opening his mouth wide. This was how Brad liked it. No seduction, no fucking games to play. Just a hot and willing partner, returning Brad’s kiss with zero artifice.
He felt LT’s hands snake their way underneath his t-shirt and run over his back. He hissed into the kid’s mouth when LT dragged his blunt nails down Brad’s back. LT moaned into Brad’s mouth, and then bit down on his lower lip.
Fuck if that wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do to this little whore.
There was business to conduct first, and Brad pulled back. LT’s dicksucking mouth was red and swollen and wet. Brad had to stop himself from going back and licking back into that mouth and sucking on those puffy lips.
“So,” Brad said, his voice rough with desire. “What are you gonna cost me for the night?”
LT’s eyebrows shot up at Brad’s words. “The night?” he stepped away from the door, somewhat unsteady, and started to strip off his leather jacket. “I usually get paid for what I do, not how long I do it.”
Brad tore off his t-shirt and tossed it aside, watching LT’s back as he slid his own tank top up and over his head. The muscles rippled in his back as he moved and two dimples appeared in the curve just above the waist of his too-tight jeans. Brad’s mouth watered at the sight.
“So what does it usually cost to get you to do … what it is you do?” Brad asked, reaching for the fly of his jeans to give his hard cock some relief.
“Fifty for a blowjob,” LT said, turning to face Brad, his chin lifted in challenge. “One hundred to fuck. One twenty five for half-and-half.”
“Is that a hundred to fuck you or for you to fuck me?” Brad asked.
“Either way,” LT replied. “If you want to switch back and forth it’s an extra fifty. If you want a special scene, it’s an extra twenty-five. If you want freaky, we negotiate and I’m not cheap.”
Brad reached for his wallet as LT kept talking. “Condoms are mandatory for sucking and fucking, no exceptions. No body fluids except spit and come.”
Nodding his agreement, Brad opened his wallet and began to throw crisp bills down on the cheap dresser at the foot of the bed.
“That’s fifty to suck me. One hundred for me to fuck you. Fifty for me to suck you and another hundred for you to fuck me.” Brad paused and looked up to see LT watching him closely as he counted out the cash. “Twenty-five in case I think up a special scene and another twenty-five for me to fuck you face-to-face so I can kiss you while my dick is shoved up your ass.”
LT’s eyes were wide as he took in the pile of green on the dresser.
“That’s $350.00 dollars,” Brad threw down another $150.00. “Will an even five hundred buy your time long enough that I don’t have to worry about the clock while I’m getting you off?”
“Yeah,” LT said slowly, watching Brad intently as if he were trying to determine if Brad were for real. “That’ll buy my time and I’ll throw the kissing in for free.”
Brad slid his wallet back into his jeans and took a step forward. He captured LT with a hand behind his neck and jerked the kid hard into his body. He leaned down and slid his lips over LT’s as he spoke.
“I’m sure I’m getting the better end of the deal.” Brad let his eyes close as LT began to sink slowly to his knees.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Brad ran a hand through LT’s soft curls and struggled to steady himself. Fuck, but he’d waited longer than he was used to doing, to have this hot boy on his knees. Brad had been hard for so long now, he was in danger of shooting his load at the first touch of LT’s lips. He kept his eyes shut and his breathing steady as he felt the kid’s hands run down his stomach and then grasp the open waist of his jeans.
LT eased the denim over Brad’s hips. He felt LT’s hands grasp his ass through his briefs at the same time as he hissed hot breath over Brad’s cock through the fabric. LT slid his fingers under the elastic of Brad’s briefs and slid them down his thighs. Then Brad felt LT’s hot breath directly on the sensitized skin of his cock. It jumped and twitched in response.
“You fucking cocktease,” Brad growled, tightening his grip on LT’s hair. “I’m paying you to suck me, now get to it.”
When LT dug into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a condom packet, Brad almost protested. He wasn’t ready to fuck the kid yet. He wanted that mouth on him first.
The faint scent of mint assailed Brad’s nose and he relaxed, realizing what LT was up to. He watched the kid roll the dry, flavored condom onto his cock and smiled faintly at the strategic planning and execution of initiative LT was exhibiting.
LT wrapped his fingers around the base of Brad’s dick. Brad's unwilling moan turned into a harsh groan when the kid took the head of Brad's cock into his mouth and slowly swallowed him down. LT hummed around Brad, sucking hard as he pulled back.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Brad hissed. “Just like that.”
Brad’s hips flexed involuntarily. He chased the heat of LT’s mouth; his cock trying to find its way back into the wet heat. He buried both hands in LT’s soft curls and fought not to grab the kid’s head and just fuck his mouth. Brad felt LT’s hands slide around and grip his ass firmly, steady his movements and then push Brad’s hips forward.
He was ready for the forward motion to stop and for LT to pull back but that didn’t happen. Further and further Brad’s cock slid into LT’s mouth until he fucking knew he was down the kid’s throat. A shudder ran through his body at the realization. He could hear LT breathing harshly through his nose and still, he continued to swallow Brad down.
When he felt LT’s lips nestle in the hair at the base of his cock, Brad had to look down. Wide green eyes stared back up at him. LT was watching Brad intently, sucking hard around his cock. Brad’s eyes flicked from the intense green gaze to the red, wet mouth stretched wide around the base of his dick then back again. He could feel the heat of each of the harsh, strained breaths that LT exhaled through his nose.
Brad gasped when LT pulled off suddenly. He watched a string of spit stretch from the head of his dick to the kid’s swollen lower lip. It looked fucking filthy and Brad's cock surged with blood again. LT made a rough sound in the back of his throat as he rapidly sucked air into his lungs. He looked up and made sure Brad was watching before he leaned forward; gaze still locked with Brad’s, and swallowed his cock all the way down once again.
Cradling LT’s head in both hands, Brad stroked his thumbs through the kid’s hair as he whispered, “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you do that.”
Brad had no idea where those words came from. He didn’t fucking sweet talk whores. That it didn’t change the fact that it was true: LT’s eyes were luminous and there was a bright flush on his high cheekbones. The mouth Brad had known would look perfect wrapped around his dick was sliding down his shaft, stretched wide and slicked wet with spit.
LT sucked at him hard, again breathing harshly into Brad’s pubic hair. “Fuck, that’s good,” Brad growled as a tingle began at the base of his spine and rolled through his pelvis.
He watched intently as LT pulled off once again, desperately dragging air into his lungs. He wiped at his wet, debauched mouth with the back of his hand. Brad’s smile faltered and his breath caught in his chest when LT looked up at him once again, his eyes bright and feverish. He made a grand show of drawing his arms back behind his own body and locking his hands in the small of his back. Brad swore and nearly came at the sight of LT kneeling half naked, his own erection pressing against the fly of his jeans, eyes on fire and mouth open, tongue extended in invitation for Brad to slide his cock in.
Grasping the kid’s head, Brad did just that. He fucked himself in and out of LT’s perfect cocksucking mouth. The sounds they made together were dirty and lewd and about as fucking hot as anything Brad had ever heard. Each glide of his cock in and out of LT’s mouth sounded wet and sloppy. Each time Brad’s cock hit the back of LT’s throat, the kid made a strangled, choking sound that had Brad’s balls rising up toward his body. Over it all, Brad chanted a litany of filthy words and curses.
“What a beautiful fucking mouth,” he said, voice ragged with arousal. “You’re so fucking good at this. You love to suck cock, don’t you? You like my cock choking you, don’t you? Such a pretty little whore.”
Tears were leaking out of the corners of LT’s eyes as Brad forcefully fucked his mouth. The kid didn’t struggle, though. His hands stayed locked in the small of his back and his wet eyes stayed steady on Brad’s in silent challenge.
Could Brad force LT to give in before Brad himself came? Brad already knew the answer. A resounding fuck no!
When LT’s tears slid down his cheeks and into Brad’s hands where they held the kid’s head, it set something off in Brad’s brain that was connected directly to his dick. His climax started in his spine, wound its way warmly through his hips then washed over the rest of his body like a tidal wave. Brad’s entire body clenched and bent him forward over LT’s kneeling form. He had no control of his muscles; of any movement. He was fucking helpless just to ride the wave of his orgasm.
When Brad could move again, he sucked in a deep, shaky breath, and he trembled, just a little, as he eased his spent cock from LT’s swollen mouth. Brad’s legs gave out then, at the sight of LT’s tear-stained face watching him closely, gauging his reactions. He found himself on his knees in front of LT, dazed and breathing heavily.
The position was fucking uncomfortable with his jeans pushed down over his hips and ass, but Brad couldn’t bring himself to care. LT slid forward a few inches until he could wrap his arms around Brad’s chest. The kiss took Brad’s breath away once again.
He managed to lift his arms to hold LT close as they kissed. LT tasted like mint and latex. Brad licked deep into his mouth to get more
The kid pressed their naked, sweaty chests together and Brad loved the feel of their hot skin sliding together.
LT pulled back and buried his face in the crook of Brad’s neck. “Did I earn my fifty bucks?” he asked, humor lacing his voice.
Brad snorted his response to the utterly ridiculous question. “Barely,” he said against LT’s ear. “Don’t expect a tip.”
LT’s husky laugh was like a fist clenching in Brad’s chest. The kid was still smiling when he pulled back and reached to remove the condom from Brad’s flaccid cock.
While LT disappeared into the bathroom, likely to dispose of the condom, Brad managed to pull himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. He was reaching to untie his shoes and finish removing his clothes when LT came back and knelt in front of him, his strong, soft hands nudged Brad's aside and began to work on his laces.
Brad watched LT remove his shoes for him, and then he lifted his hips so the kid could slide his jeans down and off. He watched LT as he worked. He’d just sucked Brad senseless, submitting himself to Brad’s rough ministrations, and yet he seemed – even now – to cloak himself in dignity. Even kneeling at Brad’s feet, LT seemed his equal rather than his submissive.
He’d never met a whore quite like this.
Brad ran his hands over the exposed skin of LT's back. He drew the kid up and kissed him. LT kissed like he sucked cock; fully committed, wet and messy. He licked at Brad’s tongue with his own; full and firm.
Brad had always hated hesitant and stingy tongue.
Pulling back, he urged LT to stand, and then eased him to sit alongside Brad on the bed. He slid to his knees at LT’s feet and reached for his shoes.
“I can do that,” LT said softly, trying to push Brad’s hands out of the way. “You don’t need to.”
Brad huffed a laugh. “They taught me how to tie shoes in Boot Camp.”
“Something tells me you were coming up with faster, more effective ways to tie your shoes while you were still in pre-school,” LT teased.
Brad unfastened the fly of LT’s jeans. He urged the kid to lift his hips and he gently slid cotton and denim over his hips, carefully handling LT’s swollen, red cock. He watched it bounce free then point upward toward LT’s belly. It was as smooth and firm and beautiful as the rest of LT.
He watched LT lie back on the bed and lift his legs to rest his feet on the mattress. Brad reached up to touch but his movements were arrested when LT let his knees fall to the side, his thighs spread wide. Brad could see the pink, puckered opening of LT’s asshole. He saw that it glistened and realized LT was already lubed and ready to be fucked.
Brad pushed aside the flare of jealousy as soon as it rose up. LT was a pro. Brad had paid to fuck him. He fucked to get money to survive. It was reasonable that he had fucked someone already that day. Brad told himself it didn’t matter. He reached up and ran his hands along LT’s thighs.
“Sometimes guys are impatient to get right to the fucking,” LT said, watching Brad closely. “A little lube before I head out for the night makes it easier for both of us.”
Something Brad refused to name loosened in his chest. “I doubt you did a very thorough job. At least not as thorough as I’m going to do.”
LT lifted his arms over his head, managing to appear both innocent and enticing at the same time. “I’ve got more stuff in the bedside table.”
Brad grinned and stood. He retrieved the large bottle and a couple of foil packets. When he turned back, LT was laying on his side, still watching Brad as if he were trying to see beneath his skin. Brad slid onto the bed and set the supplies aside. He reached forward and grabbed LT’s thighs, dragging him closer.
LT lay supine and pliant. Brad took up the bottle of slick and coated two fingers. He leaned over LT, supporting his own weight with an arm by the kid’s head. Brad reached between their bodies, down between LT’s spread thighs and pressed a finger into his opening. He sank his finger deep inside of LT’s body. Brad watched the kid closely, his lips hovering just over LT’s. He drank in each quiet moan as he fucked LT’s ass with his finger.
Brad watched LT’s eyes widen fractionally when he breached him with a second finger. He swallowed down LT’s low moan and fucked him fast with his lubed fingers. Brad felt LT’s body clench around his fingers. He lowered himself and took LT’s mouth in a deep, wet kiss. LT wrapped his arms around Brad’s shoulders and pulled him close.
Pulling his mouth away, Brad pressed his face to LT’s damp neck and bit down. LT gasped and his back arched off the bed slightly. Brad crooked his fingers into the magical little gland and LT bucked his hips hard enough to nearly dislodge Brad from the bed.
“So responsive,” Brad breathed against LT’s flesh. “Just wait til it’s my cock inside you.”
“Please,” LT pleaded. “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
Brad would have liked nothing more but a quick self-assessment told him it wasn’t going to happen quite yet. His erection was making its way back but he still needed a few minutes more.
Sitting up, Brad retrieved the bottle of slick once more and added some to his fingers. Propping himself over LT with one elbow, Brad slid three fingers into the kid’s tight opening. He watched as LT arched into the breach, his eyes sliding shut and his head tilting back. His mouth fell open in a silent, erotic moan. A bright flush covered his chest and neck and had crept up to decorate his cheeks.
Brad fucked his hand in and out of LT’s body, dragging a finger along that nub deep inside of him on every withdrawal. LT writhed beneath him, flexing around and pressing against him.
“Didn't take you for a cocktease,” LT gasped out and Brad recognized the challenge for what it was.
Brad was ready again, his cock jutting upward to glance against his own belly. He sat back on his heels and grabbed a foil packet, ripping it open hastily. He pressed the tip of his dick against LT’s loose and shiny opening and gave a firm shove of his hips.
LT was slick and stretched and Brad’s cock slid home easily. Heat and tightness enveloped him entirely as his hips slapped against LT’s ass cheeks. He watched the kid closely, saw him arch off the bed even as his ass clamped down hard on Brad’s dick. His brow furrowed at the intensity and he released a low, harsh groan from somewhere in the back of his throat.
Brad propped himself up on his elbows on either side of LT’s head and wove his fingers into the kid’s hair to hold him steady. Snapping his hips, he set a fast and fierce pace. He worked himself in and out of LT’s hole, listening to the loud sounds of flesh slapping flesh; he pressed his face to LT’s neck and breathed in his sweaty scent. Underneath the smells of their exertions and their sex, LT was clean and fresh. Mouthing at LT’s jaw and throat, he felt the kid’s hands grab on to his ass, gripping him tight, pulling him down and in. Brad rose up onto his hands to change the angle and to add a little speed to his thrusts. He watched LT beneath him, shifting and grinding in counterpoint to each of Brad’s movements.
“Fuck yeah,” LT said, his voice broken by Brad’s hard thrusts. “You’re so big … fuck, your cock is too much … you’re tearing me open … splitting me in two … fuck, your dick is huge …”
Brad sank down into LT’s ass then sank down on top of his body. He liked filthy talk. Hell, he fucking loved it. But this was insincere, too calculated. He silenced LT by sticking his tongue in the kid’s mouth.
When Brad pulled back, LT was watching him through hooded eyes.
“I know several ways to kill a man,” Brad said in a low voice, holding LT’s gaze with his own. “I jump out of airplanes and climb mountains. I know how big my dick is. Don’t say anything you don’t really mean.”
LT’s eyes narrowed at Brad’s words, then widened at the realization of what he’d been saying just moments before. He nodded.
Brad began to move once again, quickly resuming the same punishing pace. LT’s hands dug into his ass and pulled him close on each inward thrust.
“Can you,” LT gasped, trying to speak around the slam of Brad’s body into his own. “Harder … faster …?”
Fuck yeah, Brad could do that. He slid his hands under LT’s back and curled them up over his shoulders. If the kid wanted to be fucked raw, Brad could accommodate him.
LT spread his legs wide and held himself open while Brad fucked him. Christ, but wasn’t his pretty-boy whore the most enthusiastic thing Brad had ever encountered? He looked like an angel and fucked like a demon. What the fuck was this kid doing on a street corner when he should be warming the bed of a perverted actor or politician somewhere?
The noises LT was making now were better than any porn track. He was releasing a litany of dirty words and lewd sounds. It was all mindless and genuine and it had Brad’s balls rising up toward his body already.
Struggling for control, Brad sat back on his heels and took a deep breath. He caught sight of himself in the mirror over the dresser at the foot of the bed.
His body glistened with sweat and he, too, was flushed across his chest and cheeks. He was breathing heavily and his own mouth was puffy from kissing LT. His eyes were wide and shell-shocked and the look on his face …. he closed his eyes and refused to contemplate what that look meant.
The mirror did give him an idea, though.
Brad pulled himself out of LT’s body.
“What?” LT asked, eyes wide with panic as he reached for Brad. “What’s wrong? What’d I do wrong?”
Brad glanced down at LT’s hand gripping his arm, knuckles white.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he answered, striving to keep his own tumultuous emotions out of his voice. “Just a change of position.”
LT’s relief was palpable as he released Brad’s arm. That level of anxiety couldn’t have all stemmed from a fear of disappointing Brad. Something bad had once happened to LT when he’d disappointed a trick. Something LT didn’t want repeated.
Brad helped LT to turn over, face down on the bed. He paused to lick a broad strip up LT’s back, the entire length of his spine. He received an answering shiver for his trouble.
“Let’s see how many more of those hot, filthy noises I can get you to make,” Brad husked into LT’s ear, seeking to reassure him. He sat back and helped the kid onto his hands and knees.
“You keep fucking me hard and fast and I’ll make all sorts of noises,” LT replied, relaxing once again.
Brad parted LT’s ass cheeks with both hands and slid himself easily back into the tight heat. He gave a few experimental strokes and felt LT fuck back into him, reaching to match his rhythm. Brad let the kid settle into it before he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around LT’s chest. Sitting back, he drew the LT up against his own body.
LT groaned as he found himself settled in Brad’s lap. Brad felt his cock slide deeper into LT than it had been before and knew LT felt it, too.
“Oh, Christ, fuck!” LT gasped out. His head fell back against Brad’s shoulder, and his hands scrabbled to entwine with Brad’s where they rested on LT’s hips.
Brad looked up at their image reflected back in the mirror. They made a fuckin' hot picture. LT sat across Brad’s lap, impaled on his cock. The kid’s head was thrown back against Brad’s shoulder, exposing the elegant column of his neck. His chest heaved with each breath and glistened with sweat. His belly was taut and defined, clenching and relaxing as he dealt with the cock in his ass. LT’s dick was swollen and red. It bounced against his own belly, weeping freely from the tip. It looked painful and Brad ached to touch it, to stroke the kid to release and relief. He didn’t, though. No, he planned to use that hard cock in a little recon mission.
“Ride me,” Brad ordered quietly against the shell of LT’s ear. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take it hard and deep just like you like it.”
The muscles in LT’s thighs flexed as he raised himself up then sank back down on Brad’s dick as if he was made for this. His fingers clutched hard at Brad’s hands, his grip strong and constant. With each downward motion of his body, each time Brad’s cock slid up and in, LT released a sound of utter abandon. They were all low and rough, deep in his throat, and every one punched Brad right in the gut.
Brad watched for a time: LT with his head thrown back and his wet mouth open, releasing each lewd sound he made. Then he lifted a hand, resting it briefly on LT’s shoulder before running it lightly down his back.
“Hey, look at us,” he urged, jostling LT lightly until he opened his eyes. “Look, in the mirror.”
LT lifted his head languidly, as if the effort was great. When the sight of them in the mirror - wound around each other and riding high on arousal - finally registered, his eyes widened and he shifted in Brad’s lap.
“Don’t stop,” Brad bit out through clenched teeth. “Keep riding me. Watch yourself riding my cock.”
LT followed orders like a seasoned Marine. He began to move, setting a rhythm that stole Brad’s breath and had their skin slapping with each downward motion.
“Fuck, I,” LT whimpered, never taking his eyes from their reflection in the mirror. “I need … oh god …”
Brad took pity on LT’s plea. He released his grip on the kid and grabbed the bottle of lube.
“I know what you need,” he said, his voice torn up with his arousal. “I’ve got you. Hold out your hand.”
LT held out his hand, palm up and Brad drizzled lube into it.
“Touch yourself while I watch,” Brad ordered. “Show me how you do it when you’re going slow, making it last.”
LT hissed when his hand wrapped around his own sensitized cock. He stroked himself from base to tip, his grip tight but his pace slow. He palmed the head of his dick, spreading the lube. LT’s chest heaved with the effort of each breath and his body was tightly clenched around Brad’s cock, as if he were struggling for control.
Brad watched every motion of LT’s hand, every nuance of expression. He learned how to bring the kid pleasure but keep him right on the edge, not bring him over.
“Now show me how you make yourself come,” Brad growled. “Show me what feels good. Show me what makes you come.”
LT’s motions became shorter and quicker. Brad watched as he adjusted to a thumb and two-finger grip that focused on the leaking red head of his cock. He tugged at himself and swirled his thumb over the tip.
He’d been so hard for so long it didn’t take him long at all to topple over the cliff. One second LT was stroking his own erection and the next his entire body was locked and motionless. Brad wrapped his arms around the kid and held their bodies close together as the tremors began. LT released a single, guttural cry and came with long, ropey jets over his fist. His body rocked with the force of his climax and Brad felt it from the inside, his dick gripped by the strong, convulsive muscles of LT’s body.
With one final sob, LT released his grip on himself and slumped forward in Brad’s arms.
LT tried to hold himself up with an arm pressed to the bed but he was still weak and trembling.
“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, voice torn from his final climactic shout. “I’m sorry, just give me a minute.”
“Shut up,” Brad said quietly, placing a kiss at the base of the kid’s neck to take any sting from his harsh words. “You're fine.”
Brad eased LT down onto his belly on the bed, and then covered him with his own body. He slid his hands beneath LT’s chest and up over his shoulders. Brad pressed his mouth to the tendon in the back of the kid’s neck and licked at it, nipping lightly before soothing it with his lips.
He began to rock into LT’s body, knowing the end was very close. Brad whispered nonsense into the kid’s ear, telling him how good it felt to be inside of him. He told him how close he was to coming and how fucking amazing it was going to feel when he finally did.
Brad bit down on the juncture of LT’s neck and shoulder when he came. He felt his cock twitch with each pulse of his balls as they pumped his spunk rapidly out of the end of his dick. It was a hard come, surprisingly so, since it was his second in so short a time. Brad blamed it on the hot, responsive little whore beneath him.
When Brad’s breathing eased, he slid himself from LT’s body. He reached for the condom but LT’s hands were there, pushing his away. The kid removed the latex sheath and slid quietly from the bed. Brad gathered up the pillows and piled them all together before collapsing down onto them. LT reappeared, cleaning himself up with a warm cloth that he also swiped over Brad’s cock and balls before he tossed it aside.
Brad pulled the kid down onto the bed beside him. They lay side by side, propped on the pile of pillows and watching one another cautiously. These business transactions usually terminated right now. Brad normally stood up, got dressed, and left without a backward glance. He wasn’t in a hurry to go and LT obviously wasn’t impatient for him to leave.
Then Brad remembered the money on the dresser. He’d paid for this time. They were still safely within the terms of their business contract. Still, it didn’t explain why LT was watching him so closely, so intently, as if trying to see into Brad’s head and figure him out.
Good luck with that.
Brad let his eyes slide shut, willing himself to relax and hoping that would encourage LT to do the same. It worked when, a few moments later, Brad heard LT release a heavy sigh and seemingly sink into the bed beneath them.
He hadn’t intended to sleep. He’d never fallen asleep with a whore. That shit could get you killed, or at the very least robbed of your wallet and jewelry. When Brad jerked awake he saw LT sound asleep in the same position he’d been in when they’d first laid down. Fuck but he looked even younger when he was asleep. He looked like a fucking child.
Sliding carefully from the bed, Brad retrieved his jeans and checked his wallet.
“It’s all still there,” a quiet voice said and Brad looked up into wary green eyes. He nodded in silent acknowledgement of both his suspicion and LT’s awareness of it.
Brad got dressed in silence and glanced at his watch. LT looked over at the bedside clock. It was one a.m.
“You paid for the night,” LT said, wrapping himself around a pillow and if Brad hadn’t known better, he’d say he looked lonely. “You paid for things I haven’t done yet.”
“I got my money’s worth,” Brad said, flashing LT a smile. “Consider the rest a tip.”
“Are you sure?” LT asked and fuck if Brad didn’t waiver for a second.
“Nah, I’m good,” he said, lacing up his boots. “You still have time to go back and maybe find another customer or two.”
LT rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Nothing out this time of night but the freaks and the violent assholes.”
Brad felt like he’d been clubbed over the head with the reality that not all Johns were like him. He was sure not every one of LT’s tricks made sure he enjoyed the sex or left him only with bruises made by pleasure, not violence.
Reaching for the door, Brad slid the lock open before he turned back one last time.
He never turned back.
“Take care of yourself, LT.”
“You do the same, Iceman.”
And with that, Brad stepped out into the night.