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"Come on, Trevor!" he said aloud. "You've got work to do! You can't sit and think about boys all day!"
It had become a problem after four visits from Brandon and two from Gray. While six sessions of boy sex in a two-week period was a pretty wonderful thing by anybody's standards Trevor was starting to blow off project deadlines and his corporate overlords were not happy. He'd had to eat major shit right in front of everyone at the Wednesday morning meeting and it embarrassed the hell out of him.
You can't rush proofreading though, especially on technical documents. It only makes you miss errors and that's even worse than missing deadlines. The only reason he even had permission to work from home was because during the Covid lockdown he had demonstrated that he didn't need supervision, that he could keep up the quality and professionalism on his own. Now he'd been told in no uncertain terms that he was on thin ice and he'd better fucking turn things around.
Maddeningly the very thought of his predicament reminded him of the boys and drove all of the blood out of his brain and into his dick. It throbbed in his pants and made it impossible to think about safety precautions for an electric griddle.
Don't immerse the fucker in water, OK? What kind of moron doesn't already know that?
With a disgusted grunt Trevor launched off of the couch and strode into the bedroom. The sooner he rubbed one out and released the pressure the sooner he could get back to work. He stripped out of his work attire of gym shorts and t-shirt, grabbed his lube and cum rag from the drawer and flopped onto the bed.
In seconds he was slicked up and stroking, his free hand pinching and twirling one nipple. Gray had proved especially good at driving his nipples wild and reminded Trevor how much he had always liked playing with them. Gray would get them going with very gentle tweaks and sensual tickles, then pinch hard until Trevor gasped in some degree of pain. After a good hard pinch a return to light tickles felt amazing and now Trevor did it to himself four or five times in a row.
He was cruising now, no longer angry and well into the erotic vibe. He jerked with exactly the right touch, the very best speed and pressure, and he knew he would get there quickly.
In his head Gray was replaced by Brandon, who materialized all the way down on Trevor, cockhead fully into his throat. He was doing his swallow-around-it trick but unlike in real life he was staying down a lot longer than five seconds. Trevor used the very tips of his thumb and two fingers on his dickhead, pretty effectively simulating Brandon's hot throat, and Trevor had a big jolt that he was surprised didn't make him cum.
The next second Trevor was straddling Gray's narrow chest, feeding him his big grownup dick. Gray was working it with his usual glee, stroking the shaft and squeezing Trevor's balls. This had actually happened in real life and Trevor made a hard left turn out of Fantasy Land and into the real memory. That made it even hotter and he concentrated on the steely focus he remembered in Gray's hazel eyes.
Gray had pulled back just as Trevor came, opening his mouth wide so Trevor could watch his seed spurt over and over straight into the boy's mouth and pool on his tongue. Gray had always played off his cum-guzzling as a side-show put on strictly for Trevor's entertainment but Trevor wasn't buying it anymore. He knew by the excited sparkle in Gray's eyes and the way he savored the jizz on his taste buds, sloshing it around before swallowing, that the boy really did it for his own pleasure.
He loved to take a man's load.
Trevor's real-life sperm jetted high into the air, arcing gently forward and raining hotly onto his chest. Two more spurts followed, painting one of his erect nipples and trailing down across his stomach.
It was a glorious, intensely satisfying cum.
As Trevor panted and heaved coming down from his wonderful high he remembered what Gray had said, that he was full of shit if he said he wasn't a boylover.
Man, he thought. It sure feels like it now. He had hardly stopped thinking about his two young lovers since they came into his life.
Brandon was getting more and more attached, stopping just short of using the L-word only because he knew he'd be cautioned by Trevor if he did. Trevor was pretty sure the boy was full-on in love — at least the puppy kind — and while he was definitely feeling strongly toward Brandon too he wasn't yet ready to dive into the deep end.
For his part Gray was a cheerful, energetic sex partner and, while they were steadily developing a genuine friendship, there didn't seem to be any heartstrings being pulled in either direction. Gray had made it clear that Trevor was not the only man in his life and that there were boys as well, even suggesting that they might arrange threesomes with some of them, but Trevor had begged off. He wasn't really comfortable with even two people knowing his secret much less a whole circle of friends.
He remembered reading that some incredibly high percentage of criminals get caught because somebody they trusted did something stupid, got themselves busted and ratted them out hoping for a lighter sentence. There is no honor among thieves and probably not among sex offenders either, so it would be plain dumb to associate with other boylovers.
He never forgot that what he was doing was illegal and strictly punished, and prison was only one lapse of judgment away.
Trevor shook off these maudlin thoughts and hurried back to the living room. He really had to make progress on that fucking electric griddle User Guide or there'd be hell to pay at the office. Just as he settled back onto the couch and pulled the laptop onto his knees his phone rang and in annoyance he grabbed it up from the coffee table.
As if he needed the boss urging him — again — to hurry the fuck up.
The display said, "Marcus."
"Shit," Trevor muttered, instantly feeling both guilty and scared. He hadn't spoken to his ex since the day Marcus helped him move furniture and the longer it went the more awkward it felt. He also had his back up a little bit that Marcus hadn't reached out to him.
Well, now he had.
"Hi," he said sheepishly into the phone. "I've been meaning to call."
"Trevor, it's Suzanne," came the tentative voice of the woman who had fucked up his life. "Marc's in the shower and he'd probably be mad if he knew I called you."
Trevor was instantly pissed — if for no other reason than her calling him "Marc" instead of "Marcus." All their lives he had insisted that people call him Marcus, and now in three weeks she had him so pussy-whipped that he let her change his fucking name. Still, Trevor was determined to stay above the slime pit of petty jealousy.
He wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction.
"Hello Suzanne," he said more calmly than even he expected. "How are you feeling? Everything good with the baby?"
"Um, yes," she said, sounding surprised at his civility. "I had an ultrasound yesterday and everything looks good. I'm feeling OK I guess, except I'm peeing twenty times a day and my nipples feel like somebody went at 'em with a cheese grater."
Trevor couldn't suppress a laugh. Suzanne wasn't a bitch. That was just Trevor's anger talking. She was a nice girl, smart and funny, and always treated people with kindness. She was only doing what she thought was best for her and her baby. And don't forget, he told himself, This is what Marcus wants.
"So anyway," Suzanne went on, "I know this is not my business, and I have no idea how I would react in your shoes. If I had been with Marcus for years and years and all of a sudden he dumped me and took up with a man… Hell, I'd probably smash his car windows with a baseball bat."
"Well, it's early yet," Trevor said with exaggerated menace, and after a gasp of surprise Suzanne laughed out loud.
"It's great that you can keep a sense of humor about it," she said.
"Not so much actually," Trevor said. "He broke my fucking heart, Suzanne."
"I know," she said softly. "I hate that it had to be that way, and so does Marc. He loves you and he's miserable every day without you."
"I notice he hasn't bothered to call to check on me. At my end it feels like he's already moved on."
"This is a lot for him, Trevor," she said. "He lost his boyfriend too, you know, and I might point out that you haven't called him either."
"I'm the injured party here, Suzanne!" Trevor said, trying to keep his voice calm. "I didn't kick him out to shack up with somebody else, he did. I would have stayed with Marcus until the end of time!"
There was silence for several seconds.
"I know," she finally said. "That's why I feel so bad about all this. You did nothing wrong but you got fucked anyway."
"Why did you call, Suzanne?"
"I've been giving it a lot of thought," she said slowly, "and I think I'm the one who has to step back a little. I knew going in that Marc was bisexual. He never hid your relationship from me and I never wanted to change him, to try to make him straight. I've seen enough of the world to know that it doesn't work that way. At first I thought it was the right thing for him to give up that life for me and the baby but now I see how miserable it's making both of you and I don't want to be the reason for it."
She fell silent again and Trevor waited for her to gather herself.
"I think you and Marc should try to patch things up as much as possible; go out on a few dates, have a few overnights at your place. Maybe we can figure out an arrangement that works for all three of us."
That sank in and Trevor fought mightily to stay calm.
"Oh, you're willing to make that supreme sacrifice, are you?" he said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "You'll grant me the great privilege of being the side piece?"
She gasped, "I didn't mean it like that, Trevor. It's just— I'd rather share him than lose him! I thought you'd feel the same way."
"I've been sharing him since we were fourteen!" Trevor cried, too loud. He pulled it back by force of will and added, "At least then it was only about sex. I was the one he loved. But now he loves you, Suzanne. I know him and I know for sure that it's real, and I know he's going to love that baby too. Sure, maybe for now I could handle being the third wheel but in seven months I'd be the fourth wheel! And a year after that maybe the fifth! Would you take that deal?"
After a long silence she said, "No, I guess I wouldn't. I deserve better than that and so do you. But please talk to him, OK? He puts on a brave face but I can tell how miserable he is. Last night I found him sitting in the dark staring at your picture on his phone. He misses you Trevor."
"I miss him too, but right now I don't know if I can deal with being just his friend. I need more time to think."
"I get it," she said. "But if you decide you want to stay in his life you'd better talk to him soon, before he gets bitter and shuts you out. Once that happens there's no going back."
Suzanne ended the call without saying goodbye, which was fine with Trevor. He was honestly trying not to see her as the enemy but for Christ's sake! She actually suggested that he sit meekly back and take whatever scraps of attention Marcus had left over after his real loves, his wife and family. She probably thought Trevor would serve as a safe little release valve for Marcus to let off steam, so he wouldn't need to go cruising gay bars when the queer bug hit him.
How fucking dare she?
He tried to get back to work but he was too upset. He knew it was over with Marcus. Now he just had to decide if their breakup was going to be friendly or acrimonious, or if he should just ghost.
He didn't like any of those options.
A loud knock came from the screen porch and Trevor's eyes rolled. He didn't know how to feel about a visit from Brandon or Gray right then. It was not a good moment for him emotionally and he started thinking about how to gently refuse. The knock came again and it struck Trevor that it didn't sound like either of the boys; it was much too aggressive. He approached the glass door and gaped at yet a third boy, the biggest yet.
Jesus, Phillip Anderson sure got around!
"Come on in!" he said with more than a trace of bitterness, waving the kid inside. "Why the hell not?"
With a laugh that showed he didn't catch Trevor's sarcasm, the boy stepped in. A little gravel in that laugh pegged him as a very early adolescent, a tall and thin thirteen or so. He was black-haired and possibly Slavic, not quite as cute as the others but cute enough with his dark eyes and narrow face. His long, long legs made his very short shorts look even shorter, and Trevor noted the virtual absence of leg hair. He fully expected that when it finally came in the hair would be jet black.
"Phil's not here," Trevor announced without preamble and without particular sympathy.
He just wasn't in the mood.
"He skipped out in the middle of the night about a month ago. I'm Trevor and I live here now."
The boy absorbed that for a second and then with a smile flopped onto the couch and lounged back, his knees casually open. Trevor could see a sliver of bright red underpants up the leg of his shorts.
"Skipped out, eh? Sounds like Phil."
He still sounded like a child except for one little crack on the word eh? Trevor thought the cracks would start coming a lot more often pretty soon.
"Make yourself at home," he said, dripping sarcasm. "It's not like I'm busy working or anything."
"Cool," the kid said, either missing the tone again or ignoring it. "I'm Duko. In Croation it means the famous wolf."
Trevor eyed the kid, not at all sure what was going on.
"How does a wolf get to be famous?" he asked.
"I don't know," Duko said. "Tik Tok videos maybe?"
He put his arms up on the back of the sofa, spread wide like a gymnast on the rings doing the Iron Cross. Trevor could almost see up one t-shirt sleeve to the kid's underarm and he unconsciously drifted his head a few inches to the left so that he could. The boy clocked him doing it and smiled.
"There's no hair under there yet," Duko said, his tone unnervingly knowing. "That's what you're checking for, isn't it?"
Trevor felt his face flush. "What are you talking about?"
"Dude, you're checking me out like a library book," he laughed. "First place your eyes went was my legs, then my crotch and pits. I think you like what you see, too. Guys like you always do."
"I don't know what you mean," Trevor insisted, embarrassed at being seen through so easily.
"Sure you do," Duko said with a smirk. "It's the same thing Phil was looking for, so I'll offer you the same deal me and him had: twenty bucks a shot for the whole treatment."
"What?" Trevor exclaimed. "You're a…"
"Businessman," Duko finished. "I give good value for the money, too. All my customers say so."
Trevor couldn't speak for a moment. He licked his dry lips and thought furiously.
"Look, if twenty is too much for the first time you can just suck me off for five," the boy said. "The real value is the package deal though, and here's the package you get."
Duko hooked both thumbs into the front of his elastic shorts and stretched them out and down to reveal his semi-stiff young organ. It was a beauty, clearly having begun its pubescent growth, and it lengthened and thickened before Trevor's amazed eyes. In seconds it stood upright, close to five inches but relatively thin, slightly more than a hot dog. He was uncut like Gray, the elongated head bulging under his foreskin, larger than the shaft. Above that he had a very small patch of wispy black pubic hair.
"That's all the hair I've got," Duko said. "I don't shoot a lot yet but I've been saving it up for Phil for a couple of days. It's all yours if you want it."
The kid wagged his dick at Trevor with a lascivious smile.
"Five bucks, dude, and you get this nice hard cock," he said enticingly, "but for twenty you get all of me for an hour. What do you say?"
Now Trevor may have beat off only half an hour before but he was a healthy, horny young man and he could certainly go again. The question was, should he cross yet another line and pay for it? He already had two boys to play with for free, and one of them would fuck, but this kid had an advantage neither of them had.
He was there.
Composing himself, Trevor looked Duko in the eyes. They were the rich dark brown of organic cocoa, really quite lovely, and the more he gazed into them the less brash and brazen the boy seemed.
"I always thought hustlers charged a lot more than twenty bucks," Trevor said, stalling while he considered.
"I don't need much," Duko answered. "My folks pay for all my food and clothes and shit. I only need money for games, skateboard gear, hangin' out at the food court… stuff like that. I know I'm worth fifty but most guys don't carry that much on 'em. Everybody's got twenty bucks though."
"How long were you doin' it with Phil?" Trevor asked, still debating but given his current fuck it mood he was already leaning that way.
The answer would be instructive too. The longer he'd been seeing Phil the better, showing that the kid could keep a secret.
"About a year and a half I guess," Duko said, still waving his stiff rod around. "Yeah, I was almost twelve when we met."
"And you were already hustling by then? Wow."
"Yeah," Duko said, impatiently letting his elastic shorts snap back closed and hiding his wares. "I started when I was eleven. Listen, you wanna do this or not? I can go visit somebody else if you're not interested."
"Wait!" Trevor blurted, hardly believing he was saying it. "I'm interested."
He couldn't let this boy get away. He wasn't exactly horny per se, but right at that moment, in the smoldering ruin of the life he thought he had, maybe this was exactly what Trevor needed: a hair of the dog to get over his Marcus hangover.
Not to mention, Trevor needed to assert himself. He had to make something happen — take control — not just let himself be run over by the Marcuses and the Suzannes of the world.
"Ok then," Duko said, relaxing into the sofa again. "Got your wallet handy?"
"Um, yeah," Trevor said. "It's in the bedroom."
"Perfect," the boy said with a grin. He offered his hand to be helped to his feet and when Trevor grabbed it he was struck again by how soft a young boy's hands could be. He lifted the slim boy like he weighed nothing.
"Hey, pretty strong," Duko remarked with a smile. "I'll bet you can flip me around like one of those sign-spinners outside the car wash."
Trevor returned the boy's smile and realized that the kid looked genuinely happy that Trevor was taking him up on his offer. It didn't seem like he needed the money that badly so there had to be some other reason.
Then Trevor tumbled.
Duko wanted to be flipped around like a car wash sign; wanted to be used by a man. Maybe the prostitution thing was self-delusion so he didn't have to admit his true desires, or maybe it was just an easy way to earn pocket money while having a good time. Whatever the reasoning, young Duko wanted sex with Trevor just as much as Brandon or Gray had.
That made it a lot easier for Trevor, actually. Now he wasn't a low-life perv banging a prostitute, he was helping a gay kid out by letting him have his cover story. He decided to look at the twenty bucks as more of a gift than a payment.
He led Duko by the silky soft hand to the bedroom where he immediately spun the boy around and pulled his slim warm body in for a kiss, but Duko resisted.
"Dude," he gently reminded, "the twenty?"
"Oh, uh, sure."
He stepped to the side chair where his jeans from the day before were tossed and found his wallet, coming out with a twenty dollar bill. He handed it to Duko who smiled as he placed it on Grandma's dresser and laid his cell phone on top like a paperweight.
"Thanks," the boy said, then held out his arms to be embraced once more.
They melted together, their mouths hungry and their tongues searching, and Trevor was more sure than ever that Duko was into it for more than commerce. His thin lips were not the soft pillows of Brandon but they were aggressive and passionate, and the kiss was as hot as any he'd ever had.
The boy pulled at Trevor's t-shirt and between them they peeled it off, then Trevor stripped off Duko's shirt in one smooth pull. They clutched together again and Trevor adored the boy's warm, smooth skin against his. He ground his rod against Duko's belly as the boy's cock pressed into his thigh and he knew it was time.
He lifted Duko under his narrow butt and fell atop him onto the bed, grinding and deeply kissing, eliciting a high squeal that sounded a lot like the younger boys. Their eyes met and Trevor recognized a new sparkle, apparently from being manhandled that way. He decided to give the kid more of the same.
Trevor roughly rolled them together, onto his back with the boy on top. Immediately his hands came to the back of Duko's shorts, squeezing his slim buns through the taut spandex before sliding his hands right down inside to the bare flesh. There wasn't a lot of extra cushion in those cheeks but they were smooth and soft and he found them sexy as hell.
"Mmmmm," Duko purred as Trevor kneaded his flesh like pizza dough. "Does my ass feel good?"
"Real good," Trevor said between searching kisses. He pushed the shorts down and Duko lifted his hips to let them pass. In the process his substantial meat sprang up between them and when he lay back down on Trevor his bare hardness poked into the man's belly.
Trevor pulled the boy's butt cheeks wide apart and slipped a finger in between, finding the little starfish he had not yet seen. It seemed as tiny and tight as the others though he knew adult men had been in there plenty of times. He wondered when he would stop being amazed by the ability of young buttholes to stretch incredibly wide when they need to.
"Is this OK?" he asked.
"Whatever you want, man," Duko said. "It's your money, but if you wanna stick your finger in you're gonna need lube."
"Not quite yet," Trevor said. "Let's get all the way naked."
They broke apart and scrambled out of their shorts. Duko grinned and circled his hand around Trevor's cock, his long thin fingers reaching all the way around.
"You got a nice one, Dude," he said. "Not too long and not too fat. This baby's gonna fit just right!"
Trevor sucked in his breath at the thought of slipping into that tight, hot chute. He kissed the boy even more avidly than before and they writhed together for several minutes.
"Listen," Duko said, "I can only shoot once. Do you want it in your mouth or do you want to see it squirt?"
"Mouth, I guess," Trevor replied. He might not get another opportunity with this boy, and it had been many years since he had tasted sweet immature jizz.
"OK, then," the boy said. "You'd better suck me first to make sure you don't miss it."
Duko rolled to his back and settled into classic position, knees wide apart and heels closer together. Trevor lay in between on his stomach and bent the stiff boyhood to vertical, immediately pushing back the foreskin to take the bare head between his lips.
It was wonderful, a perfect compromise between the freshness of a child and the virility of an adult. It was stone-hard, sweet yet musky, and Trevor worked it and savored it like a delicacy fit for kings. When the boy gasped out his appreciation Trevor pushed his lips down, taking more and more of the sturdy young member until the tip poked ever so slightly into his throat and the few silky hairs tickled his nose.
"Oh fuck that's good," Duko breathed. "It won't take long if you keep this up but don't worry. I won't quit on you after I cum."
Trevor began pumping up and down and the boy writhed, his ass clenching over and over and his fingers caressing Trevor's head and playing with his hair.
Duko was seriously getting into this blowjob.
Trevor flashed back to Logan, a boy he and Marcus knew back in ninth grade who had a very similar cock and also responded strongly to sucking. Trevor always had great fun with him but Logan was a bit too outwardly gay for Marcus' public image and he persuaded Trevor they should distance themselves from Logan when their schoolmates were around.
Back then Marcus could do no wrong in Trevor's eyes and he went along with it but now he regretted the way they had treated Logan, like he was good enough for secret fun but unworthy of open friendship in public. Trevor felt ashamed and resolved that if he ever saw Logan again he would apologize.
With huffing breath and a loud grunt Duko bucked up to Trevor's mouth.
"Here it comes!" he said with another grunt. "I'm gonna…"
Trevor pulled back to the head barely in time. With the loudest grunt yet Duko shot his tiny load, a few watery drops spurting directly onto Trevor's tongue. He savored its sweetness, nothing like the pungent, earthy flavor of a grown man. Again it took him back a decade to Logan and the other delicious young teens he and Marcus had so loved playing with.
He really wished everything didn't remind him so much of Marcus.
"Whew!" Duko exclaimed. "I gave you a good one, didn't I Dude? Told you I was worth the price!"
Trevor started to pull away from the slightly-slackening dick so he could answer but Duko held his head.
"Keep sucking for a minute, OK?" he asked. "Real gently. It gets me goin' again super fast. You don't want to waste time, do ya?"
Trevor settled in to tenderly nurse the delicious meat, which sure enough pumped back to granite hardness in a matter of seconds.
"See? Ready to go already," Duko bragged. "What's next?"
Trevor didn't answer, just put his hands under the kid's narrow butt and forcefully jerked it up off the bed, rolling the boy back onto his shoulders.
"Whoah!" he cried, but not in alarm. It was more like the glee of being bounced around on a carnival ride. Trevor jammed a pillow under Duko' butt and knee-walked up to him.
"The lube's right on that nightstand," he said commandingly. "And there are condoms in the drawer. Hurry up."
The sparkle returned to Duko' eyes as he found the little bottle where Trevor had left it a half-hour before and a Trojan right at the front of the drawer. He handed them to Trevor then lay back in smiling anticipation.
"That's it, Dude," he said in an excited growl. "You're gonna take that pussy!"
Trevor tore open the foil packet and quickly rolled the rubber onto his cock. He squirted out a glob of the slippery stuff and quickly slicked up the boy's opening, one finger going in easily, two a little harder. He spread the remainder on his cockhead and touched it to Duko's wide-open hole.
"Ungggh!" the boy grunted as Trevor pushed inside.
He was just as tight as Brandon and every bit as eager. Trevor leaned in and sank himself into that steaming hot sheath, taking no more than ten seconds to get all the way in.
"Oh my God, Dude!" Duko breathed. "Holy fuck!"
"Are you all right?" Trevor asked. He wasn't entirely comfortable being this aggressive, even though he knew it was how Duko wanted it.
"Yeah man," he said. "I can take it!"
Trevor began to pump, building up quickly to a steady, medium-fast pace. He felt Duko open himself even more as he got used to it and Trevor took it as his signal to step things up. In a few seconds he was fucking the boy deep, hard and fast.
"Oh yeah Dude!" the boy cried as the sound of their bare skin slapping together filled the room. "Fuck me hard!"
"Take it Duko!" Trevor grunted, getting into the spirit. "Take that big grownup cock!"
"Oh shit, Trevor!" the boy cried. "God you can fuck!"
On and on it went, sweat forming on both of them as they worked. Trevor locked eyes with Duko and saw him beaming unmistakable pleasure.
"You want my cum, Duko?" Trevor asked with heaving breath. "Are you ready for my cum?"
"Yeah, Dude!" the boy cried in equal excitement. "Give me your hot cum!"
For the next minute there was no sound except the grunts and gasps of ecstasy and the slap of overheated flesh. Trevor pounded out the rhythm and Duko's grunts kept time until the boy cried out.
"Oh Jesus! I'm gonna cum!"
Trevor pumped and pumped, his gaze fixed on Duko's contorted face as the boy tensed and bucked. His little hole clamped around Trevor's cock and instantly sent him over the edge.
"Unggggh!" Trevor cried as his cream fired over and over. Even he was amazed at how hard he came, especially since he had just cum a half-hour before. It was intense and amazing and he kept on thrusting until he had nothing left and he was forced to stop.
Still deep inside, Trevor slumped down to lie fully atop Duko. His whole weight was on the boy but it didn't seem to bother him. In fact he smiled into Trevor's eyes from inches away, then initiated a tender kiss.
"Wow, Dude," he said in a very satisfied tone. "I don't usually cum from getting fucked but holy shit!"
Trevor chuckled softly. "Another satisfied customer," he said and Duko smiled.
"Hey, that's my line!" he joked, and kissed Trevor again.
They lay without moving for several minutes, just smiling and nibbling kisses until Trevor finally went soft and his cock retreated mostly on its own.
"Aw," Duko said, sounding disappointed. "Hey, what time is it, anyway?"
"Two-thirty," Trevor said after consulting the alarm clock on the nightstand.
"There's only ten minutes left," he said, nudging Trevor to roll off of him. "Mind if I take a shower? My next guy hates it when I show up smelling like another man."
Trevor had quite deliberately put out of his mind the fact that Duko was a whore but suddenly he felt a little pervy. He had no previous experience with that sort of thing but it sure hadn't seemed like the ice-cold financial transaction he had always assumed prostitution to be. This boy sure seemed to like the sex, and he came twice! In fact Trevor was completely sure the kid's response was genuine.
As he dropped his juice-filled condom into the trash he decided that the self-delusion explanation was right on.
Trevor didn't suggest showering together, just stood in the doorway and watched as Duko cleaned himself quickly, thoroughly and methodically. One thing was for sure, he had turned enough tricks to have it down to a routine.
When Duko was dressed and ready to leave he craned up for a final kiss goodbye, also seeming pretty un-whorelike.
"I'll come over once a week," he said. "How are Thursdays? Is that cool?"
"I don't know, Duko," Trevor said. "I can't really afford another eighty bucks a month on top of rent and food and everything else." The boy gave him a knowing look.
"You'll figure something out," he said, grinning as he slid open the screen porch door and stepped through. "You like eating me better than eating dinner!"
As Trevor watched the boy climb through the secret screen he wondered exactly what he had gotten himself into.
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