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Subject: Boy for rent Part 5
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 03:59:40 -0800
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Boy for rent Part #5
By the time I turned 9 years old I had only known and been friends with
Vincent for for slightly less than a year. In that amount of time my life
had seen some major changes. Other than feeling embarrased and awkward at
first by being exposed to Vincent's stepdad. And then learning that
Vincent's mom Connie knew all about what was going on in her basement and
approving of it. I quickly became quite comfortable with the whole
arrangement.
I was so young and what we were doing felt so wonderful and exciting that I
didn't really give a thought to what was happening as being anything wrong.
I knew that Victor and Connie too wouldn't hurt me or ever allow anyone else
to harm me in any way. Even the first few times that I went to someone elses
house with Victor and wound up naked it never seemed like something that had
been pre planned. Victor took his time and moved things along at a pace that
caused me to never give it a second thought.
As I have said Vincent never went on these little outings with Victor and I.
My parents never really checked on me while I was supposed to be over at
Vincents. Vincent's mom Connie would keep Vincent occupied by going shopping
or to the movies and Victor would most often pick me up from my house like
we were just going to their house. Almost without exception when I would go
places with Victor I would then spend the night at their place afterward.
So Victor would pick me up after school and as far as Vincent ever knew I
just wasn't able to come over until early evening. Vincent just was led to
believe that his stepdad had stopped by my house to pick me up on his way
home from work. As I said Connie would occupy Vincent so he wouldn't
accidently call my place and expose the whole deception. Victor had me tell
Vincent that it was best not to call my house at any time as my dad was a
real asshole and would yell at me for my friends calling for me and
bothering him.
That lie was easy to sell to Vincent as my dad WAS a real asshole and
Vincent was afraid of him anyway.It wasn't until I had gone out with Victor
a number of times and some months had gone by that I finally understood how
this little deception worked. As I have said at first it just seemed to be a
unplanned spur of the moment type of thing. The first 3 or 4 times that I
went with Victor we went to the home of a good family friend of theirs.
The man's name was Mr Reyerson and he, his wife and his daughter were long
time family friends of Vincent's family. I had been around the Reyersons a
number of times at holidays and birthday parties and so forth. So needless
to say I was very comfortable around them. They lived some 25 miles from
Vincent's clear accross town. They had a huge beautiful and very expensive
home that was up on a hill overlooking the river and the city.
By taking me to Mr Reyersons at first and gradually introducing me to the
idea of exposing myself to other people (men) Victor cleverly steered me in
the direction he wanted me to go. I was always told by all involved how
absoultley "perfect" my little cock was and how it was a marvel to behold
how it pretty much always stayed hard even after being drained repeatedly.
Mr Reyerson would talk about how he and his brothers and his friends had
done exactally what Vincent and I had been doing together when he was my
age.
Victor would also tell stories of his youth and his almost constant
involvement with his friends in the same manner. They made me feel so good
about myself and so comfortable about their knowing what Vincent and, I that
I openly engaged in conversation about specifics of what Vincent and I would
do when we were together. It was only natural for Victor to ask me if it was
ok for Mr Ryerson to see some of the pictures that Vincent and I had taken
of each other.
After all, that way he could see for himself what a "perfect" little cock I
had and why I should be so proud of it. I really didn't hesitate at all
before agreeing. Sure they were only pictures and after all they were both
describing in great detail their having done the same thing with their
friends when they were my age. I actually was happy and proud that Mr
Reyerson seemed to really be impressed and awed by the glossy black and
white Poloroids of my little dick.
Before I knew it Victor was telling Mr Reyerson about how fantastic it was
to suck on me and how wonderful I tasted and how lucky he felt to know such
a awesomel young man such as myself who would allow him to do that to him.
So does it really stay hard all of the time like Victor was telling me?, Mr
Reyerson was asking me. Sure I said happily. I'll bet it is hard as a nail
right now Victor offered. I flushed with embarrasment for a moment, as in
fact I was totally stiff.
Who wouldn't be with all this talk about my "perfect" dick and all the
stories of what it seemed to me "all" boys my age both past and present do
together. Do you like it when I suck on you? Victor asked full well knowing
the answer. I didn't like it I loved it was my reply. Victor was a very
talented guy in that arena. All this talk about it is making me wish I could
do it to you right now said Victor eagerly. I froze just a little when he
said that. Boy I would love to see that Mr Reyerson added right on cue.
I really liked Mr Reyerson as he was a super friendly guy. He was very
generous and always made me feel like one of the guys not just some dumb
little kid. I was by that time totally used to and always willing to let
Victor drain my little pole without it seeming odd or weird at all. Hell he
did it to Vincent and I all of the time. It's ok Mr Reyerson said. I don't
want to make Mike uncomfortable or anything. They worked me so well I
actually said, no it's ok with me, that is if you really want to see.... I
wanted to let him watch as he seemed to want to so badly. I had a pounding
erection going on in my pants already and I knew that it would feel awsome
having Victor's talented mouth doing it's magic on my 9 year old prick.
So I stood up and removed my jeans and then my underware and as directed by
Victor layed back on the couch in Mr Reyersons family room. My hairless
little dick sticking straight up after I had peeled my underware down. This
all happened not 30 minutes after I had gotten to Mr Reyersons house with
Victor, and it was the first time I had ever been there. Not ten minutes
after that my wet little cock was spurting happily into Victors mouth. Mr
Reyerson had sat right there along side of me watching intently. He even
squeezed my still hard and leaking little member after Victor had finished.
It all seemed fine to me and it had felt incredeble.
Having both of these men whom I liked and respected making such a fuss over
me and telling me how wonderful I was totally overwhelmed any common sense I
might have ever had at that moment.
So this is how it all began. Victor within a couple more months was taking
me to other peoples houses and I would be admired and fondeled by other men
whom I had never met or even seen before. What I didn't realize was that
Victor was charging these guys for the time they were allowed to spend
between my legs and for all the pictures he would take of whatever went on
during that time. There were of course rules that these guys had to follow.
First off I was the only person who was ever allowed to be naked. Also there
was to be no contact with me other than oral to me. In other words, they
were allowed to suck on me and lick whatever they wanted and even use their
hands as long as it was confined to my little cock and balls. A few of them
would sometimes kiss and lick my inner thighs and once or twice one of them
would try to slip their finger to close to my little butt and Victor would
stop them. As I remember though all of the guys that would soon become
"regulars" were very nice to me. There was a couple of times where there was
a guy at one of thenumerous places Victor would take me to that I could tell
that Victor didn't care for or trust completely. Those were guys I never saw
again.
Victor's focus always seemed to be on me and my saftey and mostly my
enjoyment of the day's or nights activities. And enjoy it I did as I
remember, especially when I was really young. But it all started at Mr
Reyersons that one afternoon with me being a unknowlingly manipulated
participant but a very willing participant just the same. As I said this
started when I was barely 9 years old and was in full swing within four or
five months after that first time.
I will attempt to cover some of the more specific events of these little
outings with Vincent's stepdad and the addition of Steven (Vincents cousin)
in part #6. The more I think back on this time in my boyhood to write it
down now the more specific details I begin to remember. If I seem to hop
around slightly with regard to the order of events as they happened, that is
why. After all it has been a little over 35 years ago.
In this next part I will again try and give the details from the beginning
of all of this and progress through the
balance of the years that I spent being
"A boy for rent!".
Continued in Part #6