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Ty

“ G od, you’re so fucking big,” he gasped as I banged the older gentleman harder. I held his ankles in my hands and pushed them further back, careful not to hurt him. “That’s… fuck… that’s it!”

I fucked him faster and made sure to look him in the eyes while I did. He wanted some kind of connection – most did when they paid for sex. Maybe he was lonely? Maybe his lover had died? For whatever reason, he had chosen me out of all the Cappie boys and paid my uncle for my very expensive services.

“You look like one of those swimmers in the Olympics. God, you’re just so pretty.” He licked his lips and let his fingers trail down my muscular arm.

“You’re not bad yourself.” I pushed myself all the way in and left it there as I gyrated my hips.

“Oh! Yeah… fuck… That’s… Fuck, that’s good.”

“It’s a tight ass… You feel fucking good.”

“I’m… old… So, thank you.” He blushed.

“Nah! You’re not old, just… uh… well-aged,” I lied. He did look good for a man in his late sixties, though. His thin body tightened as I plunged myself in as deep as I could go. “Very handsome.”

“God, Cappie was right… Oh, damn… That’s fucking deep. He said out of all the boys, you were the best. His prize in the stable. I might have to make this a… fuck… weekly thing,” he moaned as I slowed down to prolong his pleasure. He paid for an hour of my time, and I had another fifteen minutes. I always made sure that my john’s got their full time.

“You like my cock deep in you?” I watched him shudder as I slowly slid it to the hilt and rotated my hips. “You like that?”

“Yes, please… Just like that. God, you’re so beautiful. Those green eyes – so bright and young. All that potential… Fuck me hard. Make me beg you to stop,” he begged breathily. “You’re a fucking blonde Greek god, and for this small amount of time, you are all mine.”

I kept my cock inside him and grabbed him by the hips as I pulled him a few inches closer to the edge of the bed. I slid my own leg off so I could stand in front of him. If he wanted it hard, it would be easier this way. I pulled his legs back gently and adjusted my angle.

“Hard, huh? You want it rough, or just a hard fuck before I make you nut all over your chest?” I brushed his helmet with my fingers, and he shuddered. He was close. I glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Ten minutes…

“Rough, but not… I don’t want you to hit me.”

I stroked his face as I pushed myself all the way inside again. “I would never. Are you ready to see the stars?”

“More than you will ever know. Your body is so… You could flex while you… oh, fuck…”

I drew back and unleashed holy hell on his hole – I pistoned in and out so rapidly that his body vibrated with every thrust. His moans grew louder, and I reached up and gently wrapped my fingers around his throat and carefully applied a little pressure. He was old and brittle. I was always careful to provide the customer with exactly what they wanted, but I also knew the constraints I had to follow to make sure they had the best time of their life. It had to be all about them. My entire life was all about them.

“Fuck… Bobby…” He breathed harshly, and I released my fingers for a second before reapplying the pressure again.

Who was Bobby? His old lover, perhaps? That was the thing with having clients. You only knew as much as they told you, and every one of them was a mystery you wanted to solve. If you did, you could make their dreams and desires that much stronger while they were with you. But to get there, you had to be careful. Not every person wanted to share their truth with someone like me. Not every truth was something that you wanted inside you. Knowledge was power – but it always came with a price to your soul.

I slowed down. Five minutes were left on the time, but I made sure to make each thrust like a slap against his ass. The sound reverberated throughout his carefully decorated bedroom like a gunshot with each hard thrust of my pelvis into him.

“Fuck! I’m…” He shot all over his stomach, and I reached down and gathered some on my finger before I forced it into his mouth.

“You like how you taste on me?” I growled as I sped up once again.

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?” I raised my voice.

“Yes, sir. Please… Let me taste you when you… I want it all.” He begged, and I pushed myself faster into him as if I were a drill.

I was getting closer. When sex was your business, you learned how to control the money shots.

“You wanna taste me?”

“Yes, please…”

“That’s extra.” And I was worth every fucking penny. I should bottle it and sell it online.

“I’ll pay whatever you… fuck… yes.”

I thrust into him once more as hard as I could and then slowly pulled out before crawling to sit on his chest. His hands slid up my torso, and he put my hard pecs in his hands as he worshipped my body. He opened his mouth, and I slid my cock between his lips. He clamped down, and I slid in and out a couple of times before I shot my load into him. It was a big load, and it dribbled out of his mouth. He slurped as much of it down as he could.

I patted his cheek and chuckled. “And with that, our time has come to an end.” I slid my cock between his tight lips, and it popped free and slapped him on his chin.

“God, your cock is so fucking beautiful. How big is it?”

“Eight and a half.” I used my pelvic muscles to bounce it up and down over his face as the last of my cum dribbled onto his shaved skin. “But it’s really the girth that makes you feel so fucking good. Did you like that?”

“I haven’t felt that in… It’s been quite some time.”

“Bobby?”

“Yes, ever since Bobby died.” His eyes misted. I shouldn’t have asked that. It was none of my business, and I had no idea what sadness his past contained. Most older men held their sadness like a shroud around them.

“I’m sorry.”

He sniffled. I slowly crawled off of him and sat on the bed beside him.

“It’s ok. It’s been years now. But it never really goes away. When we first met, we were so young. We spent thirty-eight years together. This was the first time I…”

“How long has it been?”

“Three years. Thank you. You made me feel seen again after feeling invisible for far too long.” He sniffled, and I stroked his thinning hair. I did have things to do and needed to get out of here and on my way. But sometimes, this was part of the job. I felt sorry for him. One day, this could be all of us. Who would I mourn? No one if I stayed in the life I led. The only person who actually cared for me was another of my kind – my sweet and narcissistic Jules.

“It’s… ok, Ty. You can leave. I’m just gonna lay here and wallow in all of the emotions, I guess. I think this helped me to… release some of them that I’ve held pent up for too long.”

“Are you sure? I can stay a little bit longer if you need me.” Please let me go. I really needed to shower and get ready for the event that Cappie was throwing tonight. I fucking hated Halloween.

“Yes. You… Thank you. Can I see you again?”

“You know who to call.”

“Do you accept tips?”

I nodded and stroked his face one last time. “You also got the money shot in your mouth. I usually charge another fifty for that. But this time, I’ll…”

He reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and I heard the ding of a tip on my own phone somewhere in my carefully folded pants. “I'm happy to pay. You taste salty and tangy. It was very masculine. You are very masculine.”

“Thank you.”

He lay there as I dressed, and I went over and stroked his face one more time before walking out of his bedroom and out of his house. The sun was bright, and I smelled of sweat and sex – it wasn’t always the most pleasant of aromas. When I had sex with someone, I gave my all, and the sweat dripped from me. There were memes and forums all about the Prince of Cats and his sweaty torso. People really needed to do something better with their time, but it did make my paychecks bigger.

I walked over to the town car that had been waiting for me, and my phone buzzed. I fished it out of my pocket and looked at the number. Fuck… Uncle Cappie was calling, and that was never a good thing. Hopefully, he didn’t whore me out again, or I was never going to be ready on time for this fucking party.

“Ty, I need you to get to the house as fast as you can,” he snapped. All he ever did was order me around.

“Hello to you, too, Uncle. What’s going on?”

“We’re having a few special guests tonight at the party, and that means you have to be on your best behavior and make sure the other hellions do too.”

“Who is it?”

“Since the mayor has made his proclamation, and he won’t budge on it – believe me, I have tried. Monty,” he sighed dramatically. “Monty and I have decided to try something new. I don’t think most of the boys will like it, but it is the only way. Without our rivalry, we won’t feel as exciting and dangerous to our viewers, and we’re afraid they’ll start going to other studios. We have to spice things up, if you get my meaning.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re saying.”

“Get your ass back here and get ready as fast as you can.” He hung up, and I slid my phone back into my pocket.

The driver opened the door for me, and in a few minutes, we were speeding down Sunset Boulevard toward the house. Something was about to change, and my stomach swirled. I hated surprises.