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Subject: Boy for rent Part 6
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 04:00:06 -0800
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Boy for rent Part # 6
Well as I have said in the previous parts of this history of my boyhood
Victor was very skilled at getting me to very willingly do whatever he
wanted me to do when he would take me out "running around" with him. From
not quite 9 until I was around 11 or possibly as old as 12, I would go with
Victor no less than about three times a month sometimes more. Almost always
it was to someones house. There were a few exceptions though. Several times
I went to an apartment that was in the back part of the main sales office of
a used car lot.
There were also a number of times we went to one of a two different cheap
motel's that were located in opposite ends of town. These visit's to the
motel's were usually after dark though, as I recall. I would later figure
out that the two different motel's were both located fairly close to a
couple of the different houses we went too regularly. One other time it was
in Victor's work truck (a semi) to a rural town some 30 miles away from
where we lived. We went in through a locked gate and drove around behind a
barn or warehouse I can't remember which. That time it was just one guy who
was waiting for us. That was one of Stevens first times going with Victor
and I as I recall.
The guy that met us was old and grizzled looking and very rough in the
things he did. We never saw him again after that day. Fortunatley he wanted
to see Steven and I together more than he desired any interaction with
either of us. What contact he did have with me was short and clumsy and his
grizzly whiskers scratched my skin. Victor had done most of the job by
getting me almost to the point of reaching an orgasm and the old fucker then
stepped in and got my milk so to speak. As I said I never saw him again.
There was also once or twice when we were met in a very remote area of one
of the huge state parks that were only a half an hour drive away. This would
usually involve Victor or one of the guys that were there acting as a
lookout while I was "busy". There was also one or two time's in a parked
truck with a small camper on the back of it. As I recall we were parked on
the road that bordered our local airport. This was a place that many cars
were usually parked with people watching the planes take off and land or
doing whatever they were doing. We would meet the guys with the camper at a
restruant near the airport and I would get into the camper for the ride to
where we would eventually park. Then Victor and usually two other guys would
get into the camper as well.
I guess it wouldn't have looked good with three men and a 9 year old boy all
climbing into a blacked out camper parked in such a place as that. The
people in the other cars would have easily have been able to see us all
climbing in the camper. Victor was always very careful in every way as I
recall. When it was just me by myself the situation was pretty much always
the same. It actually became routine after a few months. We would go to
whatever place we were supposed to go. Usually the 'customers" were already
there waiting for us. Like I said after a while it became rather routine and
I was completely comfortable around these men.
It was actually a real ego booster alot of the time for me. My dad was
extremely strict and devoted a great amount of time telling me what a piece
of shit I was. My father was very cold and distant towards me. My older
brother was the son my dad had always wanted and I was just a complete
dissapointment to him it seemed back then. So needless to say I was I
suppose looking for approval from the other adult male's around me and I
received plenty. I had always really liked Victor as he made me feel
important and like I belonged.
Victor's constant praise for me and my wonderful sense of humor and my even
more wonderful little body was a real self image builder for me back then.
Victor wasn't in any way alone in his complementing me. Vincent's mother
Connie also was constantly complementing me and staring at me like I was
made out of gold or something. I would soon learn why she always looked at
me like she did. Most of all the guys "customers" were always super nice and
generous and very very complementary towards me. I was constantly bombarded
with things such as my having the most perfect little cock any of them had
ever seen. My balls were perfect and my skin was smooth and hairless plus I
had what to everybody around me seemed like a gift from god of remaining
hard even after multiple orgasms. My bald little cock just stayed hard for
hours at a time no matter what was done to it.
The guys loved that more than anything else as I remember. I can clearly
remember the night when Victor first learned about my
"natural ability". It was during one of his nightly visits to Vincent's
beedroom only a week or two after he gave me my first orgasm. He first
drained me as Vincent was in the shower. He immediatly switched to Vincent
after I came. Vincent lasted about five minutes or so before he lost it and
came in Victor's mouth. The whole time Victor was sucking on Vincent I had
been laying on my side on the bed next to them stroking my still oozing and
steel hard little prick. Victor attacked my prick almost before Vincent was
done cumming.
It felt so amazing that I came again in just several minutes. My dick stayed
hard as a nail so Victor just kept sucking. Sure enough about ten minutes
later I came for the third time in about a half an hour. Still my little red
and slightly raw little pole stayed about 90% hard. Victor spent the next
hour licking and fondeling me just waiting for it to get soft. It never
really did. From that moment on Victor and Vincent too always seemed awed by
my cock and it's always ready to go attitude.
From my point of view back then having an almost constant erection was a
real pain in the ass and a source of embarrasment to me on numerous
occasions.
But back on the subject here. Normally we would show up and Victor would
engage in some conversation with the other men. When we first started doing
this I had to be told what to do by Victor. I would either undress myself or
quite often I was just asked to lie on (usually a bed) but sometimes a couch
or lounge chair and my clothes were removed by Victor and later on by the
clients. If there was a shower available I would head straight for it.
Normally I was supposed to leave the door open and most often the shower
curtain or door open as well.
Generally I would be naked within ten minutes after arriving and all I
really had to do was lie there on my back with my legs spread apart and
enjoy myself. Sometimes I would have to arrange myself to accomidate
whatever picture requests were made by the men. Victor was always right
there making me feel relaxed and comfortable. I quickly learned what to say
and how to move my body like each one of them was giving me the best oral
sex I had ever experienced. With Victor's coaching I would soon learn how to
writhe around and buck my hips up and down and moan and groan like I was in
complete extasy. Which quite often I was.
The men seemed to really love thinking that they were driving me wild with
what ever they were doing to me. I became quite a good actor very quickly.
Typically there would be two different guys between my little legs in the
course of the first half an hour or so. Then I would shower again and
basically take a break for twenty minutes to a half an hour. Then if there
was anybody who hadn't had their turn yet they would have their chance. Many
times it would just be the same two guys who had drained me during my first
hour there. During my rest period Victor and the guys would look at the
pictures Victor had taken and often have ideas for additional pictures that
they wanted Victor to take.
Often I would get slightly raw from all the oral activities being performed
to me. If I became to sensative then certain types of "staged" pictures
would sometimes be taken and always left with Victor's clients, as that was
part of the deal. You not only got to have your way with a young boy for as
long as it took but you also received a photo diary of the occasion. Some of
the staged pictures I didn't like doing and Victor knew it. I never had to
do anything to these guys but some of the pictures would have made it look
like I had. I liked and even came to look forward to the me naked and they
suck me off over and over part. But the picture taking of me acting as if I
were doing it to some of these guys was always kind of creepy.
But as I have said I came to know these guys after a while and they always
went way overboard to make me feel comfortable about what I was asked to do.
Victor would often give me money as would the guys sometimes. I was given a
new bicycle once and slot cars and things like that. Within several months I
was completely comfortable around the dozen or more different guys that were
regular customers of Victor's and I was totally relaxed about everything. I
would walk in to one of the places we went to regularally and go about
locking the doors and then removing my clothes sometimes all of them
sometimes not just depending on who it was that day.
I can remember standing in the family room of one place many times totally
naked with three or four middle aged men that were having a drink and
chatting with each other. The men were always totally dressed themselfs,
with little me standing there talking with them completely naked. It was
that casual. At one house they had a party room with a bar and a pool table.
I would play pool in the nude and even wound up on my back on the table
once. When I began to sprout pubic hair at ten and a half or so it became a
regular routine with several of these guys to first shave me bald again
before doing anything else to me.
Well I have again bounced around regarding specific events as they
progressed through the years I was for hire. I will in the next part of this
try to relate specific times and details of some of these "house calls" that
I can remember the clearest. Steven coming with us created a totally
different "show" if you will. And I will explain in greater detail what
Steven and I did together for these guys and what I would be asked to do for
the sake of the pictures that were often requested by Victor's regular
customers.
Continued in Part # 7