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Subject: Casting Couch Consequences by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate./donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Casting Couch Consequences I had volunteered as a mentor in a social program for our city and was picking up Justin for our second meeting. It’s kind of like a big brother thing where I was to try to be a strong influence on some less fortunate kid whose father was out of the picture. You know, like keep him off drugs and in school. That sort of thing. At our first meeting, I was introduced to him by a social worker who had put the program together, and matched the volunteers to the kids. Justin seemed like a decent kid, but a little withdrawn. I had only been told he was from a broken home and `at risk’ of going in a bad direction. I discovered I was the one `at risk’ of doing something bad. The kid was gorgeous. He was waiting for me in front of the rundown apartment complex when I pulled up. “Hi,” he said glomily as he climbed into the car. “Hey there, Justin. How’s it going?” I replied cheerfully, trying to lift his mood. “Ok I guess.” “What would you like to do today?” “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” he answered without even looking at me. Well this was going great. How do you get a thirteen year old out of a bad mood? “How about the amusement park? I haven’t been there in ages.” Justin merely shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then,” I said in resignation. After ten minutes of silent driving I asked, “So, how did you get into this program?” “My mom signed me up. She says my friends are lowlifes and I shouldn’t hang out with them.” “Yeah. Moms can be like that sometimes. Do you think your friends are lowlifes?” “Sorta I guess, but they’re all I got.” “Well, now you have me too, and you can tell your mom I’m not a lowlife.” Justin chuckled a little then said, “Mom thought it was funny that you had the same name as some singer she had a crush on.” “Oh really?” “Yeah. She said he was really hot back when she was my age.” “That’s funny, because I was just thinking you look like a young Leif Garrett.” “Who?” “He was a pop star back in the late 70’s and early 80’s. Even did a few movies and tv, I think,” I explained. “My mom wasn’t born until `88.” “I assumed as much, if she was your age when I was… uh… if I was just a little older than her.” Justin looked at me strangely, then his eyes got real big. “It is you! You’re the singer guy. Wait until my mom finds out. She’ll wet her pants.” “We wouldn’t want that to happen, maybe you shouldn’t tell her.” I joked. I pulled into the amusement park about then. “Here we are,” I said hoping to drop the subject of my previous life. The entire day was spent on various rides and waiting in lines, only stopping for a break at lunchtime. Justin seemed to be having fun, and his mood had definitely brightened. As we walked to my car justin again brought the subject up. “Mom ain’t gonna believe you’re the singer dude. You’ve gotta come up to the apartment and meet her.” “Maybe I can do even better than that” Entering my drive, Justin exclaimed, “You live here?” “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home,” I chuckled. Then seeing a chance to be a mentor I added, “You can’t get one of these hanging around lowlifes.” I showed him around my house a little, then went to a storage closet and pulled out one of my albums and a marker. “What’s your mom’s name?” “Elizabeth, but everyone calls her Beth.” I wrote on the album “To Beth, with all my love.” and signed it. When Justin opened the door to their apartment,he yelled “Mom!” Beth came running like the kitchen she exited was on fire. “What? What’s wrong baby?” Then she saw me standing next to her son, and her face paled, and her eyes and mouth flew open. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” she cried in rapid succession. I handed her the album which she took without looking away from my face. “I told you she’d wet her pants,” Justin said smiling. Beth came around a little, looked at the album in her hand, screamed and did some circular tribal dance. “Um… Very nice to meet you, Beth,” I said to the rather disheveled looking hysterical woman. “Justin how about I pick you up again day after tomorrow?” “Sure. Maybe she’ll be breathing again by then,” he answered shaking his head. I drove home thinking about the day. It had started out poorly, but I think it ended on a high note. Literally. Justin appeared to have a good time, I had a chance to impress upon him the importance of staying on the straight and narrow, and I have a suspicion his mom likes me a little. Not bad for a first session. To top it off, Justin really did look like Leif Garrett when he was thirteen. A not so bad perk to the job. ***** Beth opened the door before I even had a chance to knock. She must have been watching the parking lot for my arrival. She looked a lot better than last time I’d seen her. Her hair was neatly combed, and she was wearing what was probably her best dress. “Welcome. Can I get you anything? Coffee maybe?” “No thank you Beth. I thought I’d take Justin to a movie today. Is that alright with you?” “Sure. Anything you want is okay. Are you sure you wouldn’t like some coffee? I just made some fresh hot cinnamon rolls too.” “Maybe after the movie. We have to get going to be on time.” “Justin!” she yelled toward the back of the apartment. Justin entered wearing tight fitting light blue shorts, and a white tee shirt. His long blond wavy hair billowing around as he walked. He looked even more like Leif Garrett than before. “When does he need to be home?” I asked Beth. “Keep him as long as you like. He doesn’t have any pressing engagements. Whenever you get tired of him will be fine.” Justin wanted to see the latest teen slasher flick. I assumed he had seen this type of movie before, but he kept turning away from the bloody scenes, even grabbing my hand for comfort. In the car I asked him about it. “I just don’t like all that violence.” “I completely understand. There is a lot of senseless violence and stuff in gangs too,” I hinted. As I pulled out of the theater lot I asked, “Are you hungry, or did you fill up on popcorn?” “Can we get lunch at your house? Mom says you must have a dozen gold albums and some Grammy’s too. Can I see them?” “Uh, sure. I guess that would be alright.” I made sandwiches for us as Justin talked my ear off. “You should have heard my mom after you left the other day. She went on and on about how hot you were, and how attractive you still are. She really had a crush on you. She said it’s because of you I was born.” “Uh… I don’t recall doing… ” “No. Nothing like that,” he laughed. “She said her boyfriend found out she had a thing for you. He’d play your records just to get her warmed up then he… well, you know.” “Um. Okay, if she says so, I guess it’s possible.” “She said you were the biggest star on the planet for like five years, then just disappeared. What happened?” “I retired,” I explained without detail. “Retired? That’s it? Just like that, you said I quit?” “Yeah. Pretty much.” “But why?” “It’s a rather long story. But mostly because I had seen what happened to other teen idols.Drug and alcohol problems, legal hassles, not to mention the loneliness, and people taking advantage of you.” “Loneliness? I thought rock stars got all the sex they wanted.” “Well, I did get plenty… Never mind. I thought you wanted to see my trophy room.” As I led him to the trophy room he asked, “Where’s your wife?” “I uh, never married.” I turned on the light in the large room and his jaw dropped. “Holy Shit!” One wall displays my gold and platinum albums. Another wall has pictures of me with other stars and concert photos. Several pedestals hold Grammy’s and other awards. “Here is something you might like,” I said pointing to a picture of me with Leif Garrett. “This is the guy I said you look like.” “What? I don’t look like him. What is he, like fifty years old?” “No he was only around thirty then. Like I said, it was a tough life.” I pulled out my cell phone and Googled Leif. “Here, this is him when he was at around seventeen, during his hayday. And this one is when he was your age,” I said showing him a couple of pictures. “Man! You’re right. I look just like him.” Justin exclaimed. “Here’s a video.” He watched for a minute then asked, “Why are his pants so tight?” “Uh… well, partly because it was the fashion at the time.” “Are there any videos of you?” “Yeah, I have a few concert videos on dvd.” “Can I see them?” I led him to the media room and queued up one of my concerts. “I’ve heard this song on the radio before,” Justin said as he watched me prancing around on stage. “Look at your moves. Justin Bieber has nothing on you, and listen to all those girls screaming. My mom was right. You were hot.” After the second song he said, “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Umm, is that really you?” “Of course it’s me. Who do you think it is?” Justin paused the video. “Yeah, I know it’s you, but, I mean… did you have a… I can see why my mom really liked you. What are those pants made of, spandex?” “Uh… Are you thirsty? How about a Coke? I think I have root beer too,” I said as I headed to the kitchen. Justin followed right behind me. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.” “I’m not mad,” I said, reaching into the fridge for drinks. He sat silently while I poured our Cokes into glasses of ice. When I finally looked at him, he was staring at me expectantly. “Okay, okay. Um, you’ve heard of Elvis, right?” “Of course. Duh.” “Well, when he first appeared on television, his nickname was `Elvis the pelvis’. He was known for gyrating his hips. The television studios would only film him from the waist up in fear that the censors would come down on them. As time went by, things loosened up a bit. Producers and managers knew that sex sells. I told you Leif’s pants were tight because it was the fashion at the time. Well it was, but also it helped sell records. I think he used to like satin pants, which kinda clung to him. All the teen idols were pretty much required to put themselves on display. If producers thought you didn’t, uh fill out your costume well enough, they would make sure you did.” “How?” he asked looking confused. “That would depend on what the problem was. Some guys were just too small, and they would stuff their pants. One guy actually wore a strapon he was so small. A friend of mine would get hard and put a rubber band around his dick so he wouldn’t go soft. Here’s a video of him.” I brought up YouTube on my phone and showed it to him. “Oh my god. He actually went on stage like that? You can tell he’s hard. It doesn’t bend when he moves around.” “Yeah, he actually liked going on stage that way. He liked showing it off. He was a bit of an exhibitionist.” “So, you stuffed your pants. Weren’t you embarrassed to do that?” “No, I didn’t stuff them.” “You wore a rubber band?” “No. Finish your drink, we need to get you home.” “Mom said I could stay as long as you wanted me to… oh, you don’t want me here anymore. I’m sorry I embarrassed you,” he said turning a little red. A tear rolled down his cheek “Please can’t I stay just a little longer.” “I’m not embarrassed.” “Well, if it wasn’t a rubber band, and you didn’t stuff them, what was it? A strapon?” “No, I didn’t need a strapon.” He looked confused for a minute, then a light went on in his head. “Oh! I see.” “Yes. So did everyone else.” “Can we finish watching the video? I really like the music.” Justin’s eyes were glued to the screen for the next hour. During the session break, the opening act came back on. Another teen Idol boy band who were up and coming at the time. Justin looked at me and I could tell what he was thinking. “Stuffed,” I answered his questioning gaze. He nodded and went back to watching. When it was over Justin had more questions. “So the singer stuffed his pants, what about the others?” “They all stuffed, except the drummer. He didn’t need to, but he also never stood up.” “Now that you’re retired what do you do?” “Nothing much really. Last year I volunteered at the food bank. The year before I volunteered at the homeless shelter.” “How long is the mentor program?” he asked. “Well, it’s something new they just started and trying out, so the commitment was just for the summer.” He looked a little dejected so I added, “But it maybe extended. And if not, it doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends.” His face lit up. “We’re friends?” “I don’t make it a habit of bringing just anyone to my house. Of course we’re friends.” “Why do you live in this big house by yourself?” “I was just a kid myself when I bought it. My mom lived here too for awhile. Then she decided to move to Florida. Until recently, I had a housekeeper, but I caught her stealing things and had to fire her. People don’t like it when you steal from them,” I said remembering my duties as a mentor. “Did they put her in jail?” “I didn’t press charges. I could have, but she’d been with me a long time and had financial problems. If she’d just asked me for money I would have helped her, but she chose to steal from me instead.” “I don’t understand how people do things like that. Make bad choices and end up in trouble. It’s just stupid. I mean she had a good thing going and just blew it all away,” he remarked. “You understand about making bad choices?” “Yeah.” “Then why are you in this program?” “My mom doesn’t like the kids I hang out with. Last month a friend was caught selling drugs. I think that was the final straw, and she signed me up. I tried to tell her that when they start doing stupid shit, I leave. But in our neighborhood, there isn’t anyone else to hang out with.” “Is that why you were so sullen when I picked you up the other day?” “Yeah, I didn’t think I needed a mentor, and Mom was just messing with my life. But I’m glad she did. You’re cool to hang with and I don’t have to worry about cops.” We spent the rest of the afternoon just talking. Justin’s a remarkable kid. Very astute for his age, funny, and of course quite good looking. Occasionally I caught myself staring at his tight shorts, and had flashbacks of days gone by. I really hated for our time to end so I had Justin call his mom and asked her if she would like to join us for dinner. “I don’t have to ask, I know what the answer will be,” he chuckled as he dialed. I could hear her scream zealously. Justin had to hold the phone away from his ear in fear of going deaf. Being a single guy, I eat out a lot. I’m well known at the best restaurants in town and have no trouble getting a table. Beth was beside herself with excitement. She was going to a place she could never afford, with a star she’d always had a crush on. “Oh my gosh. I can’t believe I’m here with you. It’s like a dream come true.” “Please, Beth. I’m just an average guy.” “I’d hardly call you average, I’ve seen your Paris concert video remember,” Justin put in. Beth and I both looked at him. “You’re right Mom. He was hot. Not a bad singer and dancer either.” “What was it like to see all those wonderful places like Paris, London, Rome?” she asked. “I wouldn’t know. I didn’t get to sightsee much. Mostly it was just the stadium, hotel and airport. Going out would present too much of a security risk, not to mention health hazard.” “Oh yes. I’d heard about girls being crushed by the crowd into fences along the stage.” “Yeah it was usually just bedlam.” I learned that Beth worked two part time jobs. Four days a week she cleaned rooms in a hotel, and four nights a week as a waitress in a diner. She voiced her concerns about Justin being alone so much, and when she wasn’t around, the guys he hung out with. We had a nice dinner, and Beth enjoyed several glasses of wine. She became increasingly flirtatious, going as far as touching my hand while laughing at something that was said. She invited me up for coffee when we got to their place. “You and alcohol are a dangerous combination for me,” she said as she poured coffee into my cup. “It makes me do things. That’s how Justin got here,” she said winking at me. “Would you like to go someplace this Sunday?” I asked Justin, avoiding the obvious invitation to spend the night. “Don’t you want to spend it with your father?” Beth asked me. I had completely forgotten that Sunday was father’s day. “Oh. Sorry. My father passed away years ago, so I didn’t give it much thought. I understand if Justin is busy with his father. How’s Saturday? I have an appointment Saturday morning but we could do something in the afternoon.” “I’m not busy father’s day. I don’t have a father. I can do Saturday or Sunday, or both.” “Both?” “That’s a wonderful idea. Take him with you, he can stay the weekend,” Beth suggested. “The weekend? It’s only Wednesday,” I offered. Justin’s eyes lit up again. “Really Mom? I can spend the night?” “Spend the night?” I questioned. “Yeah. It will give me a chance to get some stuff done around here, and you won’t be hanging out with those hoodlum friends of yours,” Beth reasoned. “I wasn’t…” I started. “Thanks Mom. I’ll get my stuff,” Justin said as he ran off to his room. What just happened? “That’s so nice of you. He’s never had a father figure. It’ll do him good to be around a man for a change.” “Um… yeah. I guess it’ll be alright.” Though I wasn’t so sure it would. Did I just volunteer to let a beautiful teen boy sleep at my house? Just the two of us alone for days? Justin returned carrying an overnight bag. He kissed his mom, and we were on the road. It was after ten o’clock when we entered my gate. “Can we watch another one of your concert videos?” “It’s pretty late, aren’t you tired?” “I’m too excited to sleep. I never get to do anything like this. It’s like a vacation.” I set up the video in the media room as he relaxed on one of the soft recliners. Twenty minutes later I looked at him and he was sound asleep. I got a blanket from izmit rus escort the closet, and lay it over him. After a quick shower I crawled into bed wondering how I got myself into this. I know I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face, but I usually am a little more cautious of these situations. ******** I awoke in the morning with the realization I wasn’t alone in my bed. Images of a Michael Jackson type scandal flashed through my head. “I swear Your Honor, I don’t know what happened. Suddenly we were naked in bed together.” I could just see the headlines. Pop Singer Pervert. Shit. I was naked. I could only hope he wasn’t. I turned to find his back to me, and peeked under the blankets. I was happy. yet somewhat disappointed to see his underwear clad butt. “Justin,” I said nudging him. “What are you doing in my bed?” “I woke up alone and went looking for you. You were asleep so I just got in with you.” “You need to get up now,” I said sternly. Sliding out the other side of the bed, I saw that cute butt bounce to the bathroom. I couldn’t keep from wondering what the front of his briefs looked like as I put a pair of jogging pants from the closet and went to the kitchen. I poured two bowls of cereal and was getting milk out when he entered. Thankfully he had put on his tight shorts. “Justin, I could get into so much trouble. What would your mom say if she found out we were in bed together?” “She’d be mad it wasn’t her,” he laughed. “I’m serious, Justin. I could go to jail.” “Nothing happened. You didn’t do anything wrong. Besides, I’m not going to tell anyone. I like being with you. I’d never say anything to get you in trouble.” He sat on a barstool at the kitchen island eating his cereal. He’s just too cute to be mad at. I ruffled his hair. “Ok. So, what would you like to do today?” “I’ll do whatever you want to do.” Jesus. Why does everything he says sound like an invitation? I glanced down at his lap and could see the outline of his teen meat resting to his right side. Even his nuts were separated by the seam and clearly defined. “Uh… Do you like fishing?” I asked trying to will my cock not to get hard. “I’ve never done it. I bet it’s fun. Is it hard?” It was certainly getting hard. Not peeing didn’t help any either. “Finish your breakfast. I’ll get changed.” After hitting the bathroom, I called the marina to get gas and supplies loaded on my boat. As I dressed I was still thinking about Justin’s tight shorts. I wanted to stroke one out but he was waiting for me. “How did you get into the teen idol business?” Justin asked as we drove to the marina. “I started taking piano lessons when I was five. Branched out to guitar at six. My mother started taking me to auditions when I was eight. I did a couple of tv commercials, and got my first recording contract when I was twelve.” “Wow. You started recording when you were twelve.” “No, I just had a contract. My voice was changing at the time, so I didn’t actually make a record until I was fourteen. But I did some tv spots and small bit parts in some movies. Mom kept me busy until I was ready.” “You must have been really talented for them to keep you under contract for that long without making any money off you.” Justin pointed out. “Uh… Yeah, I guess you could say they saw some potential in me.” Justin loved the boat. It’s a Sea Ray 450 Sundancer. He was even more impressed when we cleared the no wake zone, and I throttled up. When we were in open water, I placed my captain’s hat on his head and gave him the wheel. He was having a blast, and his face showed it. After thirty minutes with him at the helm, I took over and powered down. “Oh my god that was so much fun. This boat is amazing. I can’t believe you have a kitchen and everything.” “On a boat it’s called a galley.” “What’s in here?” he asked pointing to a door.” “The cabin. You can look while I get the gear out.” When I had set up the rods, Justin came out. “You could live on this boat! It has everything.” “I’ve stayed on it a week before, but I don’t think I want to live on it,” I remarked. “Can we spend the night on it?” “Um… I don’t know about that… ” “You said you didn’t have to be anywhere until Saturday,” he reminded me. “Okay, if you want.”I couldn’t believe how easily I gave into him. I am such a sucker for a pretty face. “Tell me more about how you started.” “Well, like I said my mom took me to a lot of auditions but we weren’t having any luck. Everyone said I needed a manager. We started meeting with managers, but nobody would take an unknown. Then one day I was running late and went straight from soccer practice to meet a really big time manager. We barely got to the appointment in time, and Mom pushed me into his office. When I came out, I had a contract ready to be signed by my mom.” Justin looked incredulous. “That’s it? A minute later you had a contract with a big name manager?” “Well it was more like half an hour.” He still didn’t believe me. Okay, um… Have you ever heard the term `casting couch’?” “No, what is it?” “Well, in Hollywood it’s a well know fact that many young starlets got parts in movies by doing favors for producers directors etc.” “Favors?” “Sexual favors. They would have sex with them on a couch in their office in return for a small part in a movie.” “What’s that got to do with you getting a manager?” I don’t know why I told him. I just knew I could trust him. “I’ve never told anyone this… Like I said, we had been to see a lot of managers, none wanted me. When we got there, Mom said “Just tell him you’re willing to do whatever he wants.” I went into this guy’s office, he didn’t even look up from his desk at me. I could tell this was going the same way all the others had and he was going to give me the brush off. After a couple of minutes he said `You can go…’ he finally looked at me and stopped mid sentence. But he wasn’t looking at my face. He was looking at my soccer shorts. More specifically the leg opening of my shorts. “I wasn’t stupid, I knew he could see my underwear. I stood to leave and he said “Wait a minute kid, have a seat.” So I sat back down, but I crossed my ankle over my knee, giving him a good look. He said `Come here kid.’ I went around the desk, and he patted his lap wanting me to sit there. “I did. He put his hand on my knee and asked me my name. I told him, and that I would do whatever he wanted. He asked me a few other questions about what I wanted to do in the industry and stuff like that. But all the time we were talking his hand was moving up and down my leg. “Pretty soon his hand was through the leg opening and touching my underwear. I grabbed his wrist and said I really need a manager. He said `Sure thing kid, whatever you say.’ so I let go of his wrist. “He had his hand on my underwear squeezing me, when I grabbed his wrist again. All I said was “Contract?” and he reached into a drawer, pulled one out, and handed it to me. I let go of his wrist again as I quickly looked it over. “He started to pull my shorts off, I stood and handed him a pen from his desk. He signed the contract, and fifteen minutes later, I walked out.” “Then what happened?” Justin asked after studying me for a moment. “I gave the contract to my mom. Because I was a minor she needed to sign it. She did before we left the office.” “Did you tell her what he did?” “No. I think she knew. She’s never mentioned it, but I overheard her talking to another stage mother. It was common knowledge that the manager had a thing for boys. From the conversation, I got the impression they were happy their sons were willing to sacrifice to make it in the business.” “Then what?” Justin pressed. “A couple of weeks later I cut a demo at a recording studio. The manager sent it to a friend of his who called me in. Mom said I should be real nice to him because it would mean a lot. An hour later I had a recording contract.” “He must have really liked the, uh demo, to keep you for an hour.” “Yeah I guess he kinda did. I was kept pretty busy over the next year and a half. Mom didn’t seem to mind how much time I had to spend in private office `meetings’.” I could see the sympathy in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around my neck When he finally let go, I knew he understood. When he regained his composure he asked, “So, when did you finally get to record an album?” “That took a three hour meeting with another teen hopeful and the head of the record label.” “That was when you were fourteen?” “Yep. The album hit number one on the charts. Sold millions world wide.” We got busy fishing for awhile, and nothing else was said on the subject until after lunch. “After your album was a big hit, I guess you didn’t have to do the casting couch thing anymore, right?” “Wrong. The managers, producers, concert promoters, well everybody really, controlled everything. Without them there were no records or concerts or merchandizing. Everybody got a piece of the pie, and a piece of action.” Justin stood and hugged me. “Are you ready to get back to fishing?” I asked. “Maybe later. I think I want to relax and soak up some sun. But first I need to pee.” I was securing the fishing rods when he returned and went to lay on the bow sunbed. When I finished, I yelled to him asking if he’d like a Coke. When I came out of the lounge around to the bow, he was laying with his feet toward me. Even though his shorts were tight, the breeze was lifting the leg bands away from his body, billowing the material. I could clearly see he wasn’t wearing underwear. I had noticed earlier the seams of his underwear outlined in his shorts, now he didn’t have them on. He must have removed them when he was in the head. I tried not to stare, and I didn’t want to get caught staring, so I averted my eyes as I approached. I stood over him holding out his drink. “Thanks. Will you join me?” The triangular shape of the sun bed with the narrow part at the bow where his head was, wouldn’t allow me to lay beside him, unless I lay the opposite direction, with my head at his feet. I took off my tee shirt and grabbed a deck pillow, which raised my head just enough to look up his shorts. I caught glimpses of flesh, eventually piecing together a mental image of his balls. Justin shifted positions, spreading his legs a little. I was treated to the full view of his balls. Smooth, well formed, and full looking. His dick must have been directed toward his belly button, because I couldn’t see it at all. My cock grew hard, forcing me to shift it to my hip bone or injure myself. I noticed Justin moving, and realized too late that he had raised up to take a sip of his Coke, and caught me staring. He smiled at me and relaxed back down. A minute later his hand went to his crotch as if to scratch, only he shifted his dick into view. It was soft, about four inches long, laying over his right nut. I could only stare and lick my lips subconsciously. I watched it thicken and elongate, slowly rolling up, pulsing into a full erection, which again disappeared as it pointed back to his belly button. My cock throbbed and I felt a drip run down my hip to my butt cheek. Another minute later, Justin got up and stood beside my head, his shorts tented out obscenely. “I’m getting hot. Can we go into the cabin where it’s cooler?” He didn’t wait for an answer, and headed around the deck. There is no way he would have missed seeing the outline of my cock throbbing in my shorts. When I entered the cabin, I could see his bare butt in the doorway to the head as he bent to remove his shorts. “Mind if I rinse the sweat off in the shower real quick?” he called over his shoulder. “Uh… No… whatever you want. Be my guest.” He left the door open, and I heard the shower start. We need glasses of ice for our drinks, I reasoned. I looked in as I passed the door on the way to the galley. Through the glass, I could see his head tilted back letting the water cascade over his body. His dick stood straight up, so hard the water running down had no effect. I grabbed the glasses of ice and returned. This time as I looked, his head wasn’t tilted back. He was smiling at me, making no effort to retain his modesty, as I slowly stepped passed the open door. He was so beautiful, I could hardly breathe. I would gladly write him a check for a million dollars, just to gaze at him another minute. The water shut off, a moment later he emerged with a towel wrapped around him. His hair was slick back, water still dripping onto his shoulders, and running down. I wanted to lick it off his chest. I could still make out the six inch protrusion beneath the towel. “Are you going to rinse off too?” he asked. “Yeah, sure. Uh, be right back.” Should I close the door? He didn’t, he must have wanted me to look. He suggested I shower too, so he probably wants tit for tat. My shorts and boxers hit the floor. I bent to pick them up. “I left my shirt on deck.” Jason said behind me. I turned. His eyes, which had been on my ass, were now on my rampant cock. Ten thick inches that stood away from my body at almost forty five degrees. I couldn’t remember the last time I was hard enough for that. Usually the weight brought it down to just sticking straight out. “Ok,” I said as his gaze met mine. He smiled and stepped out of the cabin. I got into the shower, but I must have been on autopilot, I don’t remember bathing at all. My mind was on what was happening. Was this leading somewhere? Am I reading something into it that wasn’t there? Does he want something from me? I had told him about the casting couch. Was he only doing this to get a leg up in the world? Even though it would hurt my feelings to find out that was true, I’d probably jump at the chance to be with him anyway. I was startled from my thoughts when I noticed him standing in the doorway. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, right in front of him. My hard cock swaying back and forth as I toweled off. “I can see why you didn’t have to stuff your pants. Man you’ve got a big dick,” Justin acknowledged. “So I’ve been told. Your’s too, and beautiful like the rest of you.” He smiled up at me. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” “Absolutely stunning. I’ve thought so since I first laid eyes on you.” We sat down to drink our Cokes, both still wrapped in towels. “Thank you for trusting me with your story. I promise not to tell anyone. And I’ll tell you something I’ve never told anyone else. Our neighbor, Ralph, has been trying for a long time to get me to do stuff with him. He’s fat and ugly, and smells like grease. I think his a fry cook or something, he even looks greasy. Last Christmas, I wanted to get my mom a nice gift, but I didn’t have any money. I didn’t want to steal like my friends do, so… I went to Ralph for the money.” He hung his head and almost whispered that last part. He sounded remorseful and ashamed. I knew just how that felt. A tear slid down my face. “I’m sorry. Did he hurt you?” “No, nothing like that. He was just disgusting, and I was disgusted with myself.” “I know exactly what you mean,” I commiserated. “Did your mom like the gift?” “Yeah. It’s the thin gold chain she wears around her neck. I think it’s the only piece of jewelry she owns. She works hard to support me, so I’m glad I could do something for her.” He’s such a sweet kid. Sacrificing for his mom on that level couldn’t have been easy. We had that in common too. He stared at me for a minute, and I could tell he had something on his mind. “What is it, Justin?” “I know it’s still early, but can we go to bed now?” “Uh… I um… Justin, it prob…” He dropped his towel and slipped under the covers. “I’m not asking for a contract, or even money. I think you’re beautiful too. And you’re not going to make me do anything I don’t want. Now lose the towel and get in.” We were as close as two people can be without taking up the same space. It felt good. Right somehow. I couldn’t remember feeling so good with someone in my entire life. My arms were around him, holding him tight. I could feel his breath on my neck. “I have a confession to make,” Justin said from just below my chin. I didn’t respond, so he continued. “Last night when I found you asleep in your room, I peeked under the blanket. After watching that concert video, I just had to see what was making that lump in your pants.” “Oh really?” I replied trying to sound perturbed. “Yes. And after I saw it. I went into your bathroom and jerked off. I was thinking about you holding me like this. Feeling your big cock against me, just like it is now. When I finished, I decided to get into bed with you, hoping you would wake up and want me.” “I did. Actually I wanted you before that even. I just didn’t want to scare you or influence you to do something you weren’t ready for.” “I know. I saw you watching me when you thought I wasn’t looking.” “Did it creep you out? An old guy like me perving on you?” I asked. “You’re not old. And I was perving on those tight pants in the video. So we’re even.” Justin chuckled. Then as an afterthought, “Can I touch it?” “Mm hmm.” Justin’s hand slithered between our bodies to grasp my cock. “Jesus. I can’t believe how big it is.” The gentle rocking of the boat soon lulled us to sleep. Neither of us instigating sex other than our bodies touching as much as possible. We slept for a couple of hours in total contentment. When we woke, I grilled some of the fish we had caught earlier. We dined naked, talking and laughing. I still couldn’t get over how beautiful he was. His teen dick drew my attention constantly. He only had a few sparse hairs at its base, yet his balls looked mature but hairless. I wanted to lick them. I turned on the bright blue deck lights so the boat would be seen at night. I didn’t want some ship to hit us while we lay naked together. Justin liked being held. It seemed that is what he needed. Somehow it was what I needed too. That connection. We held each other all night. Best night of my life. Justin awoke when I got out of bed, but just rolled over and went back to sleep. I peed and made coffee. He stumbled out on deck where I was sitting with my first cup. “The sun is barely up yet.” he said as he put his arms around my neck from behind. “This is izmit escort my favorite part of the day on my boat.” He came around and sat on my lap. My cock hardened beneath him as we watched the sun rise together. “It’s beautiful,” Justin said and took a sip of my coffee. “Hey. Get your own,” I joked. He got up, and I took the opportunity to adjust my hard cock to a less painful position. When he returned with coffee, he sat down on my lap again, his fingers wrapping around my cock. “What did you and your manager do that first time in his office?” “After he signed the contract, I let him pull my shorts down. He stared at me as he unzipped his pants and took his dick out. Then he pulled me to him and started sucking me. He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick and moved it up and down. I got the hint and jacked his dick while he sucked mine. When he made me cum, he shot all over his expensive pants.” Justin nodded as if it reminded him of his first experience with Ralph. “Is that how it was for you too?” “Kinda. But I had told Ralph he could play with me for an hour for fifty dollars. He sucked me while he jerked off. Then he sucked me again and made me jerk him. The third time he sucked me, he put his finger in my butt. When the hour was up, he told me next time I could earn a hundred if I was nice.” “Was there a second time?” I asked. “No. I liked getting my dick sucked. What boy wouldn’t. But I didn’t like him.” Justin hung his head and said, “I kinda liked the way his finger felt too, but I know what he wanted to do next time. I didn’t want to let him do that.” He looked down at my cock in his hand, then leaned sideways against me. He was quiet for a moment as the sun continued to rise above the horizon. “Did you ever do that?” he eventually asked. “Yes.” “When?” “The first time was in the meeting with the other teen hopeful and the head of the record label.” “Did you… I mean were you… ” “Both,” I answered knowing where he was going. “Did it hurt?” “Yeah a little at first. I was lucky the kid wasn’t very big.” “But you did it to him too, and you’re really big.” “Well, I was only fourteen and not quite as big as I am now. And it wasn’t his first time. Our manager had been doing it to him for a few months. After that meeting, he got to go on tour with me as a backup singer and played some guitar.” “Your manager did it to him but not you?” “Yeah. He wasn’t very talented, so he had to make up for it in other ways. He was sixteen already by then. He had done a lot even before he met our manager.” “He went on tour with you, did you and him do anything?” “Yeah.Like I told your mom, we didn’t get to sightsee much. We would land at the airport, and go straight to the stadium. After the concert, straight to the hotel. Usually we had an entire floor or more of the hotel because of all the staff and band members. Then the next morning, straight to the airport and on to the next show. It gets pretty lonely, and especially early on, we didn’t have a lot of outlets for our raging hormones. So we knew where we could get relief, just down the hall of the hotel room. I knew he liked it, and he knew I had a big dick.” “So he did like it. Even though it was big.” “He liked it because it was big. Some pretty wild things went on in those hotel rooms. Most of the time it wasn’t just he and I together, usually there were six or seven people in the room, in all kinds of hookups.” “People? So, girls too?” “Sometimes.” I could tell he didn’t want to know the answer to the next question on his mind, so he didn’t ask it. A few minutes later he asked “Are you upset that we didn’t do anything last night? “No. I enjoyed just being with you. Are you upset about it?” “Maybe a little disappointed. I mean, if we had done it, it would be over with and I wouldn’t be scared about it anymore.” “Scared?” “Yeah… I mean… I really want to do it with you. But I’m worried you won’t like me after, or I might not be good enough for you. Or I might not be able to do it. You’re really big.” “Justin. Don’t worry about those things. I don’t want you to be afraid of me, and I’m not going to make you do anything. I like being with you, in and out of bed.” “But you had sex with stars. I’m just a kid from nowhere.” “A wonderful kid with an incredible body. More beautiful than all those stars,” I informed him. “Now get your beautiful butt off me so I can get you some breakfast.” Justin insisted on sitting on my lap while we ate. I didn’t mind at all, but I had to give him a hard time. “So you’re a baby now? Have to be in someone’s lap?” “Just your baby, and just your lap,” he answered wiggling his butt on my erection. “We didn’t get much fishing done,” I mentioned after breakfast. “Maybe we should come out here again. I really like being on the water, especially with you. Can we?” “Sure… Baby,” I said giving that pretty butt a slap. Most of the day we spent sunbathing or chasing each other around the deck. It seemed one or both of us was hard at any given time. We hated for it to end, but we headed to the marina arriving just before dark. “What time is your appointment tomorrow?” Justin ask as we drove home. “Ten o’clock. But it won’t take long.” “Is it a doctors appointment?” I chuckled, “No. Just business.” “I thought you retired.” “I retired from performing. I still keep my hands in the business some.” As soon as we got into the house, Justin grabbed my hand and dragged me to the master bathroom. “We smell fishy. We need a shower,” he said as he started undressing. I couldn’t argue the point, so I got naked too. Being in the shower with him was thrilling. We bathed each other and pressed our wet bodies together as we kissed and played for an hour in there. We dried each other then walked naked to my bed. His head was on my chest as he toyed with my cock. He looked up at me and asked, “Will you promise not to laugh at me if I try something?” I nodded. He went down and tentatively took my cockhead into his mouth. I moaned as he slid his lips up and down a few times. Releasing it, he looked up at me. “Am I doing it okay? I’m sorry I can’t get very much of it into my mouth.” “You’re doing better than okay. You’re doing great.” This pleased him and he went back to work on me. He liked running his tongue over the entire knob end, and slurping on as much as he could handle. He gagged a couple of times, and had to back off, but it didn’t slow him down any. I hadn’t cum for days, so my orgasm quickly approached. “Justin… I’m gonna cum…” The warning did nothing to slow him down. His sucking mouth seemed more intent on its reward. It was more than I could take. I thrust up at him and fired my first volley into the entrance of his throat. It caught him by surprise, he coughed around my cock but continued to suck. He swallowed, and I could feel his throat gripping my fat knob. He was content in letting me fire the rest of my load down his throat. When I finished, he pulled away and licked around the head as he drew his hand up the shaft, collecting any leftovers with his tongue. I pulled him up to me. “That was fantastic.” “Did I do it good?” “Incredible,” I proclaimed as I kissed him. I could taste my cum on his tongue. It excited me knowing he had tasted it too. Breaking our kiss, I slid down the bed. Looking into his eyes, I pulled his extremely hard dick away from his belly. I didn’t break eye contact as I lowered my mouth to him, engulfing his teen dick in my wet mouth. His eyes closed momentarily with the new sensation, but opened again as I buried my nose in his few hairs. Justin spread his legs and I lay between them, bobbing on his boycock. “Finger me,” he moaned. I left his dick long enough to suck my finger, getting it wet for him. I found his pucker and pushed in as I slid back down his dick. “Mmm… Mmm… ” He moaned as my finger pushed deeper, retreated and pushed even deeper. Soon I was plunging my finger knuckle deep in time with my mouth on his dick. His hips thrust up and down as he strained for his orgasm. He fucked my mouth as his ass fucked my finger. “Yes!” he cried as he unloaded his sweet cream. I crawled up and spooned behind him. I kissed his neck softly, and we fell asleep. I awoke Saturday morning with Justin still in my arms. His butt was pressed up against my erection, my hand around his waist gripping his hard dick. I was trying to get up without disturbing him, but he was awake. “Do we have to get up? Can’t we just stay here a little longer?” I relaxed back onto the pillow and kissed his neck again. He wiggled his butt against my cock, sliding his crack along its length. “Mmmm.” We lay there another twenty minutes just cuddling, and Justin sliding along my cock occasionally. My appointment was looming, so we had to force ourselves out of bed. ****** We entered the office building and Justin asked why we were here. “I just need to sign some contracts.” When he was introduced to the singer who was going to record a few of my songs, his jaw dropped. The singer’s jaw dropped at seeing Justin too. “Well hello there,” he said eyeing Justin from head to toe. Justin, still in shock over meeting a superstar, didn’t reply. “Does he sing?” the star asked me. “I don’t know. Do you sing, Justin?” “Only in the shower,” Justin finally answered. “I’d like to see that,” the star remarked, causing Justin to blush. We got around to completing our business, and shook hands as we started to leave. The star held Justin’s hand longer than necessary and said, “I’ll be going on tour to promote the new album soon. I’m sure I could find room for you to come along.” “Uh… I don’t think so, but thanks,” Justin answered. “Did he really want me to go on tour with him?” Justin asked when we got into the car. “Definitely. But I guarantee you wouldn’t be the same boy when you came back. “What do you mean?” “Let’s just say he lives by the motto Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.” We stopped at a traffic light and Justin pointed across the street and said, “Can we go there?’ It was an adult book store. “They won’t let you go in there.” “I know, but you can. They sell toys there right?.” “Adult toys, not kid toys.” “Would you buy me a toy? I’ll wait in the car.” “What kind of toy?” I asked confused. “One for my butt,” he answered shyly. I’m sure I looked shocked. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry. You get to play with it too.” Not really sure what he wanted, I bought a variety of dildoes, butt plugs, anal beads, lubes, etc. Anything I thought he might like. It filled a good sized shopping bag. When I returned to the car, I handed him the bag. He dug around in it looking at all the things I’d bought. He was smiling as he said, “You certainly know how to throw a party. We’re gonna have fun. Let’s go home.” “Your’s or mine?” I asked still confused about what he had in mind. “My mom is not invited to this party, silly.” As soon as we got inside the house, he went straight to my bedroom. He pulled each item out of the bag and set it on my dressing table according to type and size. He then started taking off his clothes as he studied the items in front of him. I still didn’t know what was going on, but if it involved him being naked, I was game. I started undressing too. Justin selected the smallest dildo and a tube of lube, removed it from its packaging, and went into the bathroom. This confused me more until I heard the water running in the sink. He returned with a freshly cleaned and lubed dildo. He took my hand and led me to the bed where we got into a sixty nine position. Just before he swallowed my cock, he handed me the toy. It was dick shaped, nuts included, about five inches long, but not very thick. With his lips around my cock, and his butt in front of my face, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted. Just to be sure, I placed the dildo at his pucker and waited. Yep, that’s what he wanted, and pressed back on it. I watched the knob of the toy squeeze into his starfish. He moaned around my cock and began rocking back and forth on the toy. His hole slowly swallowed the toy to its base. I held on to it by its balls and pumped it in and out. Justin had to release my cock as he got into the butt fucking. “Oh god that feels good. Don’t stop, fuck me with that big dick.” Obviously he was lost in his fantasy. It wasn’t a dick, and it certainly wasn’t big. I guess to his virgin hole it may have felt big. He suddenly rolled off me and face down on the bed. I took the hint, and shoved the toy back into his welcoming hole. “Mmm. Yeah… Fuck me like that.” After a couple of minutes, Justin groaned and shuttered. Then he raised up onto his knees, and pulled off of the fake cock. “That was nice,” he said, then got out of bed and went to the toy selection. He picked out the next largest size and again went to wash it. He lubed it and handed it to me. Just before he laid down, I noticed a puddle of cum on the bed. He had cum while I plunged the toy into him. I thought it strange that he’d already had an orgasm, but wanted more. He again lay face down, right on top of the cum puddle, and lifted his hips offering his hole up for more abuse. I’m not one to deny a boy something he really wants, so I lined up the dildo, and pressed in. This one was only a little longer, but twice as thick. He let out a grunt when the knob passed through his ring, but otherwise made no effort to stop me. When the bottom of the dildo smacked into his pucker, he moaned. I began fucking him with it and he moaned at the end of each stroke. “Ungh… ungh… ungh… Oh yes… Fuck me with your big dick.” I leaned over him and planted kisses on his back and neck as I continued to pound the toy into his tight ass. He suddenly began humping the bed. “Oh yeah… oh yeah… ” I whispered in his ear, “Cum on my big cock.” That was all it took to push him over the edge. He thrust down hard into the mattress and froze. “Aahh…” After a minute he looked at me with glazed eyes, then pushed me onto my back. He swooped down and took my cock into his mouth. I moaned in appreciation when he slowly slid his mouth up and down it. I noticed movement to my right. Justin was pumping the toy in his as in time with his sucking. It was too much for me, and I unloaded down his throat. Justin got out of bed and I watched him go into the bathroom, dildo still firmly clutched in his ass. When he returned, he snuggled into my arms and we slept. We both woke up hungry, so I ordered a pizza delivery. Eating pizza with a naked teen boy is great. Justin wanted to watch another of my concert videos, and halfway through it, he pulled me to the bedroom again. He straddled my chest and fucked my mouth as I used the second toy on his ass again. I was glad he didn’t waste his cum on the bed this time, but shot it in my mouth instead. Sunday afternoon I took him home. Of course I had used the toy on him twice that morning. When we turned the corner on his street, we noticed two police cars across from his building. Their lights were sending blue and red splotches along the street. As we neared, we could see two boys in handcuffs. One held against the hood of the police car, the other being forced into the car by an officer. “Shit. That’s Mike and Omar. They probably got caught selling drugs again,” Justin explained. “Hey, Baby. Did you have a good time?” Beth asked Justin when we entered. “Yeah. It was great. We went fishing, and slept on his boat. And yesterday I got to meet a rock star…” Beth wasn’t paying much attention to him. “That’s great, Justin.” She said looking at me. “Can I get you something? Anything at all?” she offered. “Uh… No thank you, Beth. I’m free Tuesday,Wednesday, and Thursday this week, but Friday I’m flying to Florida to visit my mother for her birthday.” “Oh that’s so nice of you to visit your mother. Are you uh… going alone? Beth asked. “Yes.” “Would you like some company?” “That’s a wonderful idea. Would you like to go to Florida with me Justin?” “I was thinking… ” Beth started. “I’d love to. Thanks Mom. Can we go out on Tuesday too?” Justin asked. “Sure. I’ll pick you up Tuesday morning. We can spend the day doing something fun. Then I’ll pick you up Thursday afternoon. You can spend the night so we can leave early Friday morning.” “I don’t know… I mean Justin doesn’t really have any nice clothes to… ” “No problem. We’ll have plenty of time to shop before we leave,” I replied. “You don’t have to do that. That is… You’ve done so much for him already.” Beth said. I took her hand in mine, looked in her eyes, and said, “I enjoy doing things for him It’s really no problem.” She melted, as I’d hoped she would. When I left their apartment, there were now four police cars out front, and another kid in handcuffs. It bothered me that these were the kids Justin was hanging with. Beth had been right to get him into the program, but was it enough. When I got home, I looked up the crime reports in our city. Sure, there were crimes everywhere, but it surprised me the large percentage of violent crimes centered in Justin’s neighborhood. Murders, rapes, drive by shootings, home invasions, all through the area. Not only was Justin “at risk” of going bad, his safety, his life even, was at risk. I had to do something. Tuesday morning I picked Justin up. “Where would you like to go?” I asked him. “Your house.” Straight to the bedroom, clothes flying off along the way. Damn I love this kid. By the time I was naked, he had the toy lubed and ready. We lay on our sides in a sixty nine, and fucked each other’s throat while I plowed his ass with the toy. We both had a nice dose of cum in our bellies, when I pulled the toy from his gripping butt. We lay there catching our breath when Justin chuckled. “What’s so funny?” “You should have heard my mom grilling me about weather you had a wife or a girlfriend. Did any girls call while I was with you, all that stuff. Little does she know, I’m your girlfriend.” “Oh really?” I reached over and tweaked his nipple. “You have the smallest tits of any girlfriend I’ve ever had.” He puffed out his bottom lip feigning hurt feelings. “But kocaeli escort by far you’re the most beautiful,” I added as I leaned in to kiss those lips. “Now get your butt up. We’ve got shopping to do.” I took him to one of the finer stores, and the clerk hardly batted an eye when I insisted on going in the changing room with him. He did however give Justin’s body a good look when he brought in some pants and found Justin in just his white briefs. And again later, when Justin was hard inside those briefs when he entered. We bought everything he could possibly need on the trip, including some nice luggage to carry it in. Justin almost fainted when he heard the total. “My mom’s car cost that much,” he wailed later on the way home. “Yeah, so? My car cost twenty times that much. What’s your point?” “It just seems like a lot of money for just some clothes.” “You think that’s a lot. You don’t want to know what that boat cost, or my house for that matter. And the boat is only going to go down in value, just like the car and the clothes. The house, probably won’t.” “It’s still a lot of money,” he argued. “I have plenty of money. I only have one you.” He leaned over and kissed me. “Good answer.” In the bedroom Justin chose the largest dildo from the collection of goodies. He waved it at me as he entered the bathroom saying, “Get ready.” This one is eight inches and rather thick, with a plump looking head on it. It took several tries and a lot of pressure to clear his muscle ring. “OH FUCK!!!” Justin yelled. I stopped. “Don’t you dare stop until I take it all,” he grunted at me. I watched in amazement as his butt stretched to accommodate the the large intruder. I pushed and pulled going slightly deeper on each stroke. He groaned continuously, but never complained. Once the balls of the dildo were against his butt cheeks, he asked, “How does it look?” “Sexy as hell,” I answered honestly. I stroked it in and out a couple of times, then he said, “Take it out.” I guessed it was too much for him, and our playtime was over. Justin raised his knees to his chest showing me his stretched hole. “Your turn.” “What?” “It’s your turn. Why do you think I’ve been doing this? I want your cock in me. I think I can take it now.” “Really?” “If you don’t want to… ” he said as he started to lower his legs. “NO! I do. I definitely do.” I scrambled up over him and lined up He put his hand on my chest preventing my progress. “It won’t go without lube.” “Oh yeah.” I was just too excited and forgot. Once lubed, I lined up and pushed in. His wasn’t the first ass I’d fucked, but it was the first I was desperate for. As I sunk slowly into him, we both moaned. I kissed him with passion and slowly stroked in and out holding back the last few inches so not to hurt him.I increased the pace, making passionate love to him. His constant moaning drove me mad. “Please. I want it all in me. I need all of you,” Justin whispered hoarsely in my ear. I gradually fed the last of my cock into his hungry hole. When he felt my pubic hair on his ball sack he let out a sigh. “I took it all. I’m yours.” I loved feeling his boy hole taking my entire cock. I kissed him as I powered into that welcoming hole. I knew I wouldn’t last long, it was just too good. Then he shuddered, wrapped his arms and legs around me, and buried his face in my neck. I could feel his butt clenching around my cock and his cum spurt between our bellies. That was it for me, and I filled his colon with cum. It took a couple of minutes for me to recover enough to raise up off his limp body. My cock slithered from his hole and he let out a groan of disapproval as I collapsed beside him. “Was I good for you? Did you like it?” “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” I answered honestly. “Girls too?” “Better than any girl could be.” Justin rolled into my arms. “I love you.” “I love you too.” It jumped right out of my mouth. Bam! There it was. Out in the open. I was in love with this kid. That’s why I was so concerned about his safety. I wasn’t used to this. Feeling good around someone, especially in an intimate setting. For me it had always been the `Four F Plan’. Feed them, flatter them, fuck them, and then forget them. But this was different. I really cared about him. “Can we do it again before you take me home?” Justin asked. “How about twice more, just so you don’t forget me,” I replied. At his apartment Beth asked if I was still taking him with me to Florida. “Yes. I was able to get him a ticket. First Class hardly ever books up, so it wasn’t a problem.” “Did you hear that, Justin? You get to fly First Class.” Beth said to her son. “First Class or last class I wouldn’t know the difference. I’ve never flown before.” Thursday as I drove through their neighborhood I noticed that every kid I saw looked like trouble. I had to get Justin out of this area. As we were about to leave I said, “Beth, I had a thought on the way over here. Would you consider working for me?” Justin’s and Beth’s jaw dropped. “Just think it over. No hurry,” I added. She hugged her son goodbye, and whispered something in his ear. Justin grabbed his backpack and marched out. He was quiet in the car. I had expected he would be excited about the trip or at least about being on a plane. But he just stared out the window. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” he said. There was an edge to his voice. It was the kind of fine that meant he was anything except fine. Once inside the house, he went straight to the bedroom. Well, that was a good sign. At least I thought it was until I entered to find him face down on the pillow crying. “What’s wrong, Baby?” “How could you do that to me?” he screamed at me. “Do what?” I was totally lost. “Turn me into a whore,” he blubbered. Now I was more than lost. “I did what?” He buried his face in the pillow again, sobbing uncontrollably. I grasp his shoulders and pulled him up and into my arms. He fought me at first, then slumped against me, still in tears. I let him cry for a little longer then said, “I want you to finish crying then go wash your face and calm down. When you are ready, come back and start at the beginning and tell me exactly what I did wrong. He went into the bathroom and stayed there a long time. When he came out, his face still puffy and red, he sat indian style on the bed beside me and took a deep breath. “After you dropped me off Tuesday, every time my mom talked to me, it was about you. At first it was just how attractive you are.Then it was how lonely you must be without a wife or girlfriend. Then she actually said she bet you would be good in bed. She even reminded me of the time she caught me masturbating. She said that men have needs, just like teen boys, and it was a shame yours weren’t being met. And the way she looked at me was like she was trying to see if I was getting the message without her actually having to say it. Then you came in and offered her a job. Did you hear what she whispered to me? She said, and I quote, “Do whatever he wants” She was telling me to have sex with you. Don’t you get it? It’s just like your mom did with you and the manager. Now I’m a whore.” Wow! That struck a nerve. He was right about me feeling like my mom whored me out. And I could see the similarities between the two situations. But there were differences too. “So now you hate me?” I asked. “No. I love you. That’s why it hurts so bad. I thought you loved me too. But now… ” “I do love you. And I see what you’re saying, but there are few flaws in your reasoning. My mother and your mother were both willing to let someone do something to us to get ahead, that’s true. The difference is, I went into that office without a contract, and left the office with one in hand. The contract was payment for what I let him do to me. Just like any whore’s customer, he didn’t care a thing about me. He got what he wanted, and paid for it. “You and I had sex long before your mom offered you up. Of course she doesn’t know that. She thinks I dangled a job offer in front of her, and she sent you in to seal the deal. “Now the truth is I love you. I can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt or worse in that neighborhood. I offered the job to get you out of there, to keep you safe, not so I could have sex with you. I assumed you wanted to continue having sex whether there was a job offer or not. If you don’t want to that’s okay too. The job offer still stands because I want you safe.” Justin was processing it all. Then he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me. “You’re right. It’s not you I should be mad at. It’s my mom. She wants me to be a whore. She may as well put a price tag on my forehead and sell me,” Justin proclaimed. “Do you think she would? I’d pay it. It’s you I want, not her.” “Probably. But I have an offer for you only. My ass is free for the taking.” It had been two days since I had made love to him, so his hole wasn’t as open. It hurt him a bit, and took awhile for me to get into him, but I did. I did again after dinner too. **** When we boarded our flight the next day, Justin started toward the close cramped seats in Coach. The stewardess stopped him. “This way to First Class,” she said indicating toward the front of the plane. We sat in the leather recliners with plenty of room, and Justin said, “Now I see why it’s called First Class.” “Yeah, and the best part is, we will be the first to hit the side of the mountain when the plane crashes. The folks in back have to watch as everybody gets crushed in front of them.” Justin glared at me. “I wasn’t scared before. Now I am.” He wasn’t really, but he wasn’t crazy about the take off. He enjoyed the service and the better food in First Class and watched the country passing beneath our feet. “How long did it take you to forgive your mom after the manager thing?” “I’ll let you know when it happens,” I replied. He nodded in understanding. I had a rental car for the nearly hour long drive to my mom’s house on the beach. She greeted me warmly, with a hug. I hadn’t told her I was bringing Justin. “Who is this nice young man?” “This is my friend Justin.” “Nice to meet you Ma’am.” “So polite. And handsome too. I didn’t know you were bringing a friend. I’ll prepare a room for him,” she said giving me a disapproving look. “Don’t go to any trouble, Mom. We’ll share.” That brought me a questioning look. “I’ll show Justin to our room. We may want to freshen up a bit before dinner.” Justin and I had a quick shower, and lay down for a few minutes of cuddling. “Did me being here cause a problem?” he asked. “Not at all. Things have always been a little cold between Mom and I.” “More like frigid if you ask me.” “Yes, and you know the reason.” “How long are you staying?” Mom asked over dinner. “Well tomorrow is your birthday. But I thought I would take Justin to Disney World, Epcot, Universal Studios, and the Harry Potter thing, for a few days after. We’ll be out of your hair Sunday morning, and leave from there on Wednesday.” “Well that sounds like a lot of fun,” she said smiling at Justin. Later Justin asked me, “Is it just me, or is your mother’s smile exactly like my mom’s?” “If you mean fake, yes.” Maybe I just wasn’t aware of how loud Justin is during sex. We were in my home after all, and no one else was there, so I probably just didn’t pay any attention. But he is really loud. I guess anybody would be if someone was shoving a ten inch steel pipe in their ass doggie style. We hadn’t tried it that way yet, and that is what he wanted. I like giving him what he wants, especially when it involves me holding onto that cute butt as I plow it. But I realized there is no way my mother couldn’t hear him in her room next door. He was wailing like I was gutting him. I guess I kinda was. But he was also begging me to keep fucking him, and of course I did. As we finished breakfast the next morning, Mom said to Justin, “Be a dear, and run outside and play for awhile.” Justin looked at me as if to say “Is she for real?” I just nodded at him, so he went outside. “How could you have sex with that boy In MY house?” she said venomously. “First of all, may I remind you who paid for this house, and whose name is on the deed. Secondly, as for how could I, you set the stage, mother, why act shocked at how the play turns out. And thank you for finally bringing it up after twenty years. I’ve just decided what to give you for your birthday. I will make one final deposit into your account. Use it wisely, and it will last you till a ripe old age. I will also sign over the deed to this house. I’ve spent my last night here. Happy fucking birthday. Have a nice life.” Justin and I were out of there ten minutes later, leaving Mom still sitting at the table. Justin was worried he might have caused a problem because we left so abruptly. “Did I do something wrong?” “No, Baby. This has been coming for a long time. You know that. I just finally grew a pair and stood up for a change. That woman has been taking advantage of me long enough.” **** I had done some work for Disney over the years so was in good standing with them. It wasn’t difficult to get VIP passes to everything. Justin had a blast. So did I. It was my first time there, and I got to experience it right along with him. I felt like a kid again. Nights in our hotel suite were just as much fun. We spent hours kissing, cuddling, and of course fucking. I have to say, Justin was made for fucking. His hot little body just couldn’t get enough, and I couldn’t get enough of him either. I called Beth and offered her a job as housekeeper/cook. She jumped at the chance. I told her to get a moving company to bring their things to my house on Thursday. We arrived home Wednesday, and I let Justin be the first cock in my ass in years. It was great, but we both knew he was a total bottom and preferred that. Beth and their belongings arrived Thursday. I took one look at her furniture and offered her five thousand dollars for it. I showed Beth to the maid’s quarters off the kitchen. She thought it was lovely. Her clothes were taken there, while I showed her around the rest of the house. When the moving guys asked about Justin’s things I directed them to my room. Beth gave Justin a questioning look, and he only smiled. Justin had a box of school awards he had earned. I told him I’d have them framed and hung in our trophy room. Justin loved that. I then told the moving guys to give all the furniture to GoodWill, and they were gone. Justin and I sat in the living room, and when Beth entered he said, “Mom would you get us a Coke?” When she returned with the drinks Justin said, “We’ll be going swimming, I think we’d like dinner by the pool around seven thirty.” “That sounds great,” I added. We went to our room and undressed. “Do you have a speedo?” Justin asked. “Yeah. I have one just like the one we bought for you.” “Nice. Let’s wear them.” “Okay. But what was that all about, the dinner by the pool?” “Just establishing a pecking order.” Justin said smiling. “I see. And the speedos? Uh… Nevermind. I don’t think I want to know.” “You’re right. You probably don’t want to know.” Beth’s mouth dropped open when she saw us in our matching speedos. I continued to the patio but Justin stopped and I heard him tell Beth, “Mom, close your mouth. Yes, he has a HUGE cock, but it’s not polite to stare.” Beth was serving me after dinner coffee, when Justin said to me, “Meet me in the bedroom in fifteen minutes,” then stood to leave. Her mouth was agape when she looked at me. I wiggled my eyebrows at her with a shit eating grin on my face, and casually took a sip of my coffee. Twenty minutes later I was balls deep in his ass while he screamed things like, “I love your big cock. Keep fucking me. Oh god it’s so good.” He definitely wanted his mother to hear him. I wasn’t deterred, and kept right on pumping into that wonderful butt. Beth had probably gone to her quarters because we didn’t see here when we came out. The next day I overheard them talking. “Are you okay, Justin?” “I’m fine. Why?” “I heard a lot of noise last night. It sounded like he was hurting you.” “You saw him in his speedo. He has an absolutely huge cock. Yeah it hurts, it hurt a lot the first time. Why are you looking at me like that? You got what you wanted. I did what you wanted me to do. Now you have a nice place to live and a cushy job, and I’m not on the streets with my lowlife friends. You got everything you wanted. Just don’t you forget whose ass is paying for it,” he said with venom in his voice. “Justin… I… I didn’t… ” “Yes you did. But you know what? You get the pleasure of knowing I go into that bedroom every night to keep a roof over your head. I go in there and suck that cock, and take that big thing all the way up my ass into my belly just for you. Just picture it, Mom. On my back, ankles at my shoulders, ten thick inches buried in my tiny butt. All for you. And don’t you dare forget it.” Now I felt like shit. Was I taking advantage of him too? When we were alone I asked him about it. “Baby, I overheard you talking to your mom. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that.” “I guess I did lay it on pretty thick, didn’t I. What I didn’t tell her is I like it. I like it a lot. I just don’t want to go twenty years of silent tension between us like you and your mom. I want her aware of what her actions caused, even if it didn’t. She wanted me to be a whore for her, so now she gets to think she turned her son into a whore. You and I know it’s not true, but she doesn’t need to know that. Her intentions were there. Now that it’s out in the open, we don’t have to hide. She can’t say shit about what you and I do in our bedroom. Whatever we do, it’s her fault. If I want to kiss you or sit in your lap, or hell, if I want you to fuck me over the back of the sofa while she’s sitting on it, she can’t say shit.” “Remind me to never piss you off.” He kissed me and said, “You couldn’t unless you decided to trade me for a girl.” “That’s never going to happen.” The End � Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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