Lost fic for green_grrl: A Resourceful Guy
Title: A Resourceful Guy
Characters: Sawyer aged 16 (James), several of my own characters, a guest from future Lost.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3604
Beta: The always wonderful kitty_trio. I'm forever grateful, my love! *kisses*
Warnings: Handjobs and blowjobs, fictional minors (16 yo) involved in sex acts.
Disclaimers: I do not own Lost, nor make any money from making this shit up.
Author's Notes: This one's for you, green_grrl. You know why. *smooches* To be featured in adventures_in the Sex Industry for the challenge about a favourite character paying or being paid for it.
For some reason, it seemed inevitable to me that young 'Sawyer' would have hustled in his younger years. This fic is my thoughts on how he got started, and a coincidence involving one of his earliest customers who was visiting town for a convention. No, it's not James/Locke, I'm pleased to say. *g* If you really can't read without knowing, sneak a look, 'cause I don't know how to display the info sekritly here! Oh, and it has nothing to do with time-travel, nor are there any spoilers that I'm aware of.
The man was old; way older than him, anyway. But at sixteen, James thought anyone over twenty-five was old, and he couldn't much judge ages beyond 'old like Uncle Leroy' who was his mother's brother and probably in his early forties, and 'old like Gran'pa Duke', who had grey hair and saggy skin and James had been told was near seventy. Thankfully this guy was probably around Uncle Leroy's sort of age. James didn't think he could do what he was supposed to if the guy was old like Gran'pa.
It'd been three weeks since Aunt Sissy had told him to get his 'thieving hands out of her purse and pack his bags'. She'd never liked having him, and as Aunt Jessie and Uncle Billy couldn't look after him any more since his uncle's heart attack, she and Leroy had only taken him in because there was no-one else. She obviously figured he was old enough to manage without them now anyway, and she wasn't about to listen to why he was looking in her pocketbook. Any excuse to kick him out would do.
James didn't look back as he boarded the Greyhound for Nashville. He'd never liked being with them anyway. At least Aunt Jessie and Uncle Billy had seemed to care; he couldn't say the same for Sissy and Leroy. He'd find some way to make money in Nashville; he was a resourceful guy.
It turned out Nashville was a whole other world from his small hometown, and James was pretty overwhelmed for the first day or so. He'd not had a lot of money to bring with him, and the first couple of nights he'd paid for a bed at the Y, but he didn't have enough to stay there long and eat. He looked for work, but no-one seemed interested in hiring an inexperienced sixteen-year-old kid from Hicksville; not even as a kitchen hand.
James had been turning away from yet another eatery in disgust, cursing and swearing and wishing all manner of fatal accidents on the arrogant bastard who'd looked at him like he crawled out from under a rock, when a tall shadow fell over him and a voice said, "There's one line of work you'd be welcome in. It's good money too, if you ain't squeamish."
"Oh yeah?" James scowled, trying to make out who the guy was.
"Come with me," the man beckoned and turned on his heel. He strode off, not even checking to see if James was still behind him.
James followed.
~//~
"No; no way… no fuckin' way…" James shook his head vehemently and backed up a step.
"I'm not that ugly, am I?" the shadow who'd finally introduced himself as 'Marlin' grinned at him.
James swallowed and shook his head. He was far from ugly; that much was true. Now he was in better light, James could see that Marlin was one of the better-looking guys he'd ever seen. He wasn't even that old; maybe twenty-five or six? Not that James was into guys. Although if Marlin had his way, James would have to learn to be.
"For some of them, it's just a matter of getting off with someone else's hand instead of their own. We could start you on hand jobs. Come on, James. You know no-one else is gonna employ you; you've tried that route. It's not that different to doing it to yourself."
A couple of teenage boys came in through the door behind him and James jumped, spinning around to see who they were.
"This is Hotshot and Tyler," Marlin introduced. "Boys, this is James. He's just arrived in Nashville, and he needs 'work'. However, he seems a mite squeamish. You want to explain to him how much harder life is on the streets without cash?"
The two boys came closer and one touched his arm, making James jump again.
"He's pretty," the boy said. "You'd make a killing, James. You've never sucked dick before? You get used to it. You don't have to swallow. A lot of them like it better when they come all over your face anyway, don't they, Ty?"
"Fuck…" James let out breathily.
"Don't scare him, Hotshot," Tyler smiled.
He seemed less 'in-your-face' than Hotshot and reminded James of one of his friends from school. He had longish brown hair which he kept swiping back from his eyes, and he had the longest lashes… shit, what was James doing even noticing such a thing? Hotshot had bleached blond hair, and was he really wearing make-up? Both guys were thin and wore skinny jeans and too-small t-shirts that showed their bellies.
"So, James," Marlin grinned. "You need to see how easy it can be before you try it, or you think you can show me what you can do? If you're really not sure, go on, leave. But I guarantee you won't find a better offer. And there's room here; no cost for the first week. Once you're earning, it's just a small percentage of your take, and you'll never be left to starve as long as you keep up the good work."
James hesitated. He'd never touched another guy; not ever, but… Hotshot was draping an arm around Tyler's neck and kissing his cheek. James stared, fascinated. He didn't know of anywhere where queers would be so open about what they did.
Marlin clicked his tongue and Hotshot let go of Tyler and stepped towards him. Tyler gave James a lop-sided grin and followed his friend. James's heart was pounding about fit to burst from his chest as he turned to see Hotshot lean down and give Marlin a kiss. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Marlin pulled the boy into his lap and started stroking his crotch. They didn't stop kissing.
For a second, James didn't think he could breathe, and then he gasped and started gulping in air. Tyler moved around behind Marlin and leaned on his shoulders, still smiling at James. Marlin finally pulled away from Hotshot's mouth and reached around Tyler's neck with an arm, pulling him down and sharing a kiss with him too. It was no less erotic than what he'd done with Hotshot, and James was unable to tear his eyes away until he heard the sound of a zipper.
Hotshot had shifted, and was pulling his hard cock out of his pants so that Marlin could wrap his long fingers around it.
James wanted to run away; he really did, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. His cock was already letting him know that he really didn't care what sex it was partly naked in front of him; gay touching was obviously okay to it, even if his mind hadn't quite caught up.
Letting go of Tyler, Marlin glanced at James as he turned his attention back to the boy on his lap. The expression in his eyes sent a flicker of lust so strong right through James's body that he was sure they could all see how hard he was even though his jeans were much looser than any of the others.
Marlin's hand was moving on Hotshot's erection, and James couldn't help but take in everything. Hotshot was clearly enjoying it, as he whimpered and moaned and threw his head back. Marlin licked at his exposed neck and kept working the dick in his hand.
James jumped as something touched him.
"Come on; come sit with me?" Tyler asked softly, smiling at James in a shy sort of way that made James feel more homesick than anything. "We don't have to do anything; just watch if you like. It's okay."
James nodded, unable to do anything else, and he let Tyler lead him to a scruffy couch opposite the chair Marlin and Hotshot occupied. They sat down at the same time, and the couch pushed them together somehow, like its springs were sprung. James shivered, but Tyler smiled at him again and put an arm around his shoulders. He didn't do anything else, and James found his eyes back on the other two again.
Hotshot was arching his back by now, biting his lip and making a weird sound. Marlin turned his eyes towards James, still licking at the other boy's neck. His hand twisted somehow and then Hotshot cried out as white milky fluid shot out of his cock. James's belly pulsed in need and his dick was rigid. He almost reached to touch it, but just managed to stop himself, flicking a look at Tyler, who looked flushed as he smiled at Hotshot.
Marlin lifted his face away from the boy's neck and stroked the dick in his fist roughly a couple more times as Hotshot shivered and then collapsed back against his shoulder.
"Fuck, that was good," the sated boy muttered.
To James's utter amazement, Marlin lifted his come-covered hand off Hotshot's cock and licked at it. James's mouth fell open in shock, and he could feel Tyler turn towards him.
"You don't have to lick your hand afterwards," Tyler murmured into his ear, "but the rest? That didn't look so difficult, did it?"
James turned slightly, trying to meet Tyler's eyes, but the boy was so close it was hard to focus; especially with his hot breath all over James's neck and face. He smelled like chocolate, and when James opened his mouth to reply, he dropped his eyes to watch James's lips. James found he couldn't say anything, and he sat there, his cock as hard as it had ever been and his mouth open.
Unexpectedly, without even seeming to move, Tyler's lips were pressed against James's, and his tongue was licking inside James's mouth. At first James did nothing, but he didn't pull away; that seemed as impossible as flying all of a sudden. Then as the flicker of desire inside him seemed to build, he found his nerve and moved his own tongue a tiny bit. Tyler made a small noise in the back of his throat and slid his tongue wetly around James's. He groaned, unable to help himself, and reached up a hand, pulling Tyler nearer.
Tyler's hand was sneaking across his thigh, and for some reason, it didn't bother James. When the boy touched his dick, he arched into it like he wanted nothing else. Tyler finally pulled away from his mouth, letting them both breathe, and James gasped for air, his eyes searching the room wildly for something.
They lit on the twin grins of Marlin and Hotshot, still curled together on the chair, Hotshot's cock still in plain view.
"Fuck…" James murmured, his voice sounding raspy.
"A bit too soon for that, I think," Marlin smirked, "but you're doing nicely so far. Kissing doesn't seem to be an issue, and I have to say, some boys find that harder than hand jobs."
James could feel Tyler's hand rubbing him through his pants, and even though they were being watched, he still wanted it. If hand jobs and kissing were gonna earn him money…
"Here," Tyler whispered, and letting go of his cock for a moment, took James's hand.
He shifted slightly, and pushed James's sweaty hand down into the gap between his jeans and skin. James gasped, but he didn't fight it when Tyler moved again and he could feel the silkiness of hard cock under his fingers. No underwear! Tyler let go of his hand, and unzipped his jeans, letting James have easier access. Fuck! He was holding another guy's dick!
It felt amazing, and looked incredible too. James had never seen another boy's cock so closely before, and he studied it, fascinated, as he began to move his hand on it. Tyler must have liked what he was doing, because he let out a low noise of appreciation and let his head fall back on the sofa.
James, suddenly worried about what he was getting into, looked up, red-faced, towards where Marlin and Hotshot were watching him with interest. He took his hand off Tyler's dick and shook his head. "I shouldn't…" he rasped, but Tyler whined and grabbed his hand.
"Please… you can't stop now!" the needy boy pleaded, and the look in his eyes was too much for James to bear. "Please? I'll do you when I'm done."
Giving one more scowl in Marlin's direction, James let Tyler guide his hand back where he wanted it. Jesus, this was so wrong, but it felt so amazing…
Deciding that the easiest thing was to forget about Marlin and Hotshot, James concentrated on Tyler, wrapping his left hand around the boy's dick more fully and trying to emulate what he did for himself; what he liked best. Obviously it worked, because not too much later, Tyler stiffened, making a whining noise, and came, just like that. James had never seen anything like it--well, apart from Hotshot a few minutes earlier--and somehow it seemed almost as good as coming himself.
Tyler looked like he enjoyed it, and he offered James an almost shy look and a soft kiss before reaching for a rag on the table next to him and cleaning himself and then James's hand up perfunctorily. Once he'd tidied up, Tyler didn't wait for James to move or say anything. He unzipped James's pants and pulled his still rigid cock out. James hissed as Tyler's hand met it, and then gasped in total wonder as the boy leaned down and engulfed his dick in the delicious wet warmth of his mouth.
"Fuck!" he squeaked.
It was good, so fucking good…James had never experienced anything like it. He tried to keep still, scared of hurting the boy sucking him off, but Tyler just kept on moving, and when he practically swallowed him whole, there was no way James could hold back. He came with a hard jerk and a shudder, his ears buzzing and his sight cloudy. Tyler swallowed it all, and then slipped wetly off, his tongue curling around the damp tip and sending one more shiver right through James.
Tyler licked his lips delicately and smiled at him once more as he put James back to rights.
"Very nice," Marlin said, "I think you're ready. Thank you Tyler."
~//~
So here he was, less than three weeks later, standing in 'his' spot down the street from Tyler and Hotshot, being cruised by some old dude in a rental car. It hadn't taken him that long to move from hand jobs to blow jobs, and even swallowing wasn't such a big deal in the end. Practising on Tyler had helped, and the fact that he always tasted vaguely like chocolate helped a lot. God knows how he did that, but James wasn't complaining when they fell into bed together at the end of the night. The johns didn't always taste as good, but James had learned well enough to ignore that.
"You want to get in?" the guy suggested, leaning across to open the car door for James.
"Sure," James nodded and named a figure.
"You'll blow for that?" the guy asked, and James nodded, not looking at him as they drove off. Instead he let his eyes roam over the dashboard as he slumped in the seat. The car rounded the corner of a dark alley and the man stopped the engine.
James's eyes lit on a convention name-tag, and he studied the name with a smirk. Before he could say anything, the man handed him some bills and waited while James tucked them into his jeans' pocket. Leaning towards the guy, James found his zipper and undid it, reaching in to pull out the hot and already hard cock.
He took a breath and went down, secretly pleased when the man muttered, "Oh yes; that's good."
It didn't take long, really; they never did. James wondered if it was about the illicitness of doing it in a dark alley with someone you paid, or just because they got it so infrequently. He and Tyler could go much longer before they came, but maybe that was because they did it a lot more. Things had certainly changed since the first time Tyler had sucked his dick, anyway.
Wiping his lips with one hand as he sat up and zipped the man's pants back up, James leaned back against the seat and flicked a look back to the name-tag as he waited for the guy to get his breath back.
"You in town for the convention?" he asked, knowing full well from the tag that the guy had to be. "Don't they got pretty women doctors there too?"
The man turned to scowl at him, and James said, "Hey man; sorry. Just trying to make conversation. Must be some nice young dudes too."
"I don't..." the man tried, his frown still in place. "Never mind."
"You married?" James asked, "Plenty are. Don't matter to me. You prob'ly don't get the chance for this much."
"No; no, I do not. I... I have a family; yes. Not that it's your business. How..." He looked at James with concern suddenly, like he was suddenly wondering why he was on the streets doing this. "How old are you?"
James snorted. He was worried now; after he'd had his cock in James's mouth? So typical. But if James played his cards right, the guy might take pity and buy him some food. Marlin had been right; he never went hungry, but he was still growing and he never could seem to get enough to eat. Sometimes the johns felt so bad about making him do what he did, they'd slip him a few extra bucks or even buy him a burger at the nearest drive-through.
"I'm sixteen. You got kids?"
The man swallowed and looked away, running a hand through his greying hair. "My boy's older than that..." he murmured.
James wasn't sure what to say to that. He sniffed, but made no move to get out of the car. The man didn't say anything, nor attempt to start the car up. He just sat there, staring into space.
"The Good Shepherd," James muttered, looking back at the name-tag.
"What?" the guy said, spinning his head to stare at James angrily.
"Your name," James indicated the tag, his heart beginning to speed up.
Somehow he began to think he'd made a mistake in drawing attention to it. The man had obviously forgotten it was there, and it occurred to James then that he might be thinking James would try some kind of blackmail or something. He had an idea the other doctors at the convention wouldn't be so impressed to find out that Doctor Christian Shephard let boys younger than his own son suck him off for money.
"Get out," Dr. Shephard hissed, reaching past James and opening the door. "Don't even think about it, kid. No-one would believe you, anyway. Here," he said as reached into his pocket and drew out another ten dollar bill, "Now fuck off."
"Shit; don't get your panties in a bunch," James snarled as he grabbed the money and jumped out of the car. "Why don't you keep your dick out of strange alleyways and go home to your flock? Lead your son somewhere better than this? Or maybe I'll think about passin' on the information about just what kinda mouth you like wrapped around it."
"That's why the Red Sox will never win the damned Series," Shephard muttered, slamming the door with a bang and starting up the engine.
James had no idea what that meant. Fuck; some people were so uptight.
He used the extra money for burgers, and took them back to the lane to share with Tyler, who was still in the same place as when he'd left. Hotshot and the other couple of boys were nowhere to be seen.
"That guy you went with," Tyler said, chewing his burger, "He seemed pretty... intense. He okay?"
"Yeah; usual married man guilt. He was an asshole, but he gave me the ten bucks I used for these," James told him, lifting the burger to take another bite. "No big deal."
Tyler smiled at him and looked down, his long eyelashes sweeping damply over his cheeks. Shit, Tyler was cute. James laughed at himself and went back to his burger. He never would have believed he'd even be thinking such a thing just a few short weeks ago.
"You're good at this, James," Marlin said out of nowhere, making both boys jump.
"Fuck, where'd you come from?" James scowled, managing not to drop the remains of the burger.
"I'm everywhere," Marlin grinned, putting an arm around the boys' shoulders. "So, how'd you two do tonight?"
"Seventy-five and a nickel," James said proudly, shovelling the rest of the burger in and reaching into his pocket. "Oh, and the burger money." He smiled sheepishly, his face heating up.
"A nickel?" both Marlin and Tyler said, as they began to walk.
Tyler handed his own money over--closer to a hundred--as Marlin went on, "You deserve the burgers. And what do you offer for a nickel, James? A kiss on the hand?"
"Nope," James grinned, "Bet some guy a nickel he'd be back for more before the week was out. I should up the stakes next time, huh?"
Marlin just laughed as they walked on, but James thought he was probably onto a good thing. Perhaps he could do that on the side for a while, and then later, maybe he could branch out into something even better.
After all, for a resourceful guy like him, sucking dick was only a beginning.
~//~//~
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Characters: Sawyer aged 16 (James), several of my own characters, a guest from future Lost.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3604
Beta: The always wonderful kitty_trio. I'm forever grateful, my love! *kisses*
Warnings: Handjobs and blowjobs, fictional minors (16 yo) involved in sex acts.
Disclaimers: I do not own Lost, nor make any money from making this shit up.
Author's Notes: This one's for you, green_grrl. You know why. *smooches* To be featured in adventures_in the Sex Industry for the challenge about a favourite character paying or being paid for it.
For some reason, it seemed inevitable to me that young 'Sawyer' would have hustled in his younger years. This fic is my thoughts on how he got started, and a coincidence involving one of his earliest customers who was visiting town for a convention. No, it's not James/Locke, I'm pleased to say. *g* If you really can't read without knowing, sneak a look, 'cause I don't know how to display the info sekritly here! Oh, and it has nothing to do with time-travel, nor are there any spoilers that I'm aware of.
The man was old; way older than him, anyway. But at sixteen, James thought anyone over twenty-five was old, and he couldn't much judge ages beyond 'old like Uncle Leroy' who was his mother's brother and probably in his early forties, and 'old like Gran'pa Duke', who had grey hair and saggy skin and James had been told was near seventy. Thankfully this guy was probably around Uncle Leroy's sort of age. James didn't think he could do what he was supposed to if the guy was old like Gran'pa.
It'd been three weeks since Aunt Sissy had told him to get his 'thieving hands out of her purse and pack his bags'. She'd never liked having him, and as Aunt Jessie and Uncle Billy couldn't look after him any more since his uncle's heart attack, she and Leroy had only taken him in because there was no-one else. She obviously figured he was old enough to manage without them now anyway, and she wasn't about to listen to why he was looking in her pocketbook. Any excuse to kick him out would do.
James didn't look back as he boarded the Greyhound for Nashville. He'd never liked being with them anyway. At least Aunt Jessie and Uncle Billy had seemed to care; he couldn't say the same for Sissy and Leroy. He'd find some way to make money in Nashville; he was a resourceful guy.
It turned out Nashville was a whole other world from his small hometown, and James was pretty overwhelmed for the first day or so. He'd not had a lot of money to bring with him, and the first couple of nights he'd paid for a bed at the Y, but he didn't have enough to stay there long and eat. He looked for work, but no-one seemed interested in hiring an inexperienced sixteen-year-old kid from Hicksville; not even as a kitchen hand.
James had been turning away from yet another eatery in disgust, cursing and swearing and wishing all manner of fatal accidents on the arrogant bastard who'd looked at him like he crawled out from under a rock, when a tall shadow fell over him and a voice said, "There's one line of work you'd be welcome in. It's good money too, if you ain't squeamish."
"Oh yeah?" James scowled, trying to make out who the guy was.
"Come with me," the man beckoned and turned on his heel. He strode off, not even checking to see if James was still behind him.
James followed.
~//~
"No; no way… no fuckin' way…" James shook his head vehemently and backed up a step.
"I'm not that ugly, am I?" the shadow who'd finally introduced himself as 'Marlin' grinned at him.
James swallowed and shook his head. He was far from ugly; that much was true. Now he was in better light, James could see that Marlin was one of the better-looking guys he'd ever seen. He wasn't even that old; maybe twenty-five or six? Not that James was into guys. Although if Marlin had his way, James would have to learn to be.
"For some of them, it's just a matter of getting off with someone else's hand instead of their own. We could start you on hand jobs. Come on, James. You know no-one else is gonna employ you; you've tried that route. It's not that different to doing it to yourself."
A couple of teenage boys came in through the door behind him and James jumped, spinning around to see who they were.
"This is Hotshot and Tyler," Marlin introduced. "Boys, this is James. He's just arrived in Nashville, and he needs 'work'. However, he seems a mite squeamish. You want to explain to him how much harder life is on the streets without cash?"
The two boys came closer and one touched his arm, making James jump again.
"He's pretty," the boy said. "You'd make a killing, James. You've never sucked dick before? You get used to it. You don't have to swallow. A lot of them like it better when they come all over your face anyway, don't they, Ty?"
"Fuck…" James let out breathily.
"Don't scare him, Hotshot," Tyler smiled.
He seemed less 'in-your-face' than Hotshot and reminded James of one of his friends from school. He had longish brown hair which he kept swiping back from his eyes, and he had the longest lashes… shit, what was James doing even noticing such a thing? Hotshot had bleached blond hair, and was he really wearing make-up? Both guys were thin and wore skinny jeans and too-small t-shirts that showed their bellies.
"So, James," Marlin grinned. "You need to see how easy it can be before you try it, or you think you can show me what you can do? If you're really not sure, go on, leave. But I guarantee you won't find a better offer. And there's room here; no cost for the first week. Once you're earning, it's just a small percentage of your take, and you'll never be left to starve as long as you keep up the good work."
James hesitated. He'd never touched another guy; not ever, but… Hotshot was draping an arm around Tyler's neck and kissing his cheek. James stared, fascinated. He didn't know of anywhere where queers would be so open about what they did.
Marlin clicked his tongue and Hotshot let go of Tyler and stepped towards him. Tyler gave James a lop-sided grin and followed his friend. James's heart was pounding about fit to burst from his chest as he turned to see Hotshot lean down and give Marlin a kiss. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Marlin pulled the boy into his lap and started stroking his crotch. They didn't stop kissing.
For a second, James didn't think he could breathe, and then he gasped and started gulping in air. Tyler moved around behind Marlin and leaned on his shoulders, still smiling at James. Marlin finally pulled away from Hotshot's mouth and reached around Tyler's neck with an arm, pulling him down and sharing a kiss with him too. It was no less erotic than what he'd done with Hotshot, and James was unable to tear his eyes away until he heard the sound of a zipper.
Hotshot had shifted, and was pulling his hard cock out of his pants so that Marlin could wrap his long fingers around it.
James wanted to run away; he really did, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. His cock was already letting him know that he really didn't care what sex it was partly naked in front of him; gay touching was obviously okay to it, even if his mind hadn't quite caught up.
Letting go of Tyler, Marlin glanced at James as he turned his attention back to the boy on his lap. The expression in his eyes sent a flicker of lust so strong right through James's body that he was sure they could all see how hard he was even though his jeans were much looser than any of the others.
Marlin's hand was moving on Hotshot's erection, and James couldn't help but take in everything. Hotshot was clearly enjoying it, as he whimpered and moaned and threw his head back. Marlin licked at his exposed neck and kept working the dick in his hand.
James jumped as something touched him.
"Come on; come sit with me?" Tyler asked softly, smiling at James in a shy sort of way that made James feel more homesick than anything. "We don't have to do anything; just watch if you like. It's okay."
James nodded, unable to do anything else, and he let Tyler lead him to a scruffy couch opposite the chair Marlin and Hotshot occupied. They sat down at the same time, and the couch pushed them together somehow, like its springs were sprung. James shivered, but Tyler smiled at him again and put an arm around his shoulders. He didn't do anything else, and James found his eyes back on the other two again.
Hotshot was arching his back by now, biting his lip and making a weird sound. Marlin turned his eyes towards James, still licking at the other boy's neck. His hand twisted somehow and then Hotshot cried out as white milky fluid shot out of his cock. James's belly pulsed in need and his dick was rigid. He almost reached to touch it, but just managed to stop himself, flicking a look at Tyler, who looked flushed as he smiled at Hotshot.
Marlin lifted his face away from the boy's neck and stroked the dick in his fist roughly a couple more times as Hotshot shivered and then collapsed back against his shoulder.
"Fuck, that was good," the sated boy muttered.
To James's utter amazement, Marlin lifted his come-covered hand off Hotshot's cock and licked at it. James's mouth fell open in shock, and he could feel Tyler turn towards him.
"You don't have to lick your hand afterwards," Tyler murmured into his ear, "but the rest? That didn't look so difficult, did it?"
James turned slightly, trying to meet Tyler's eyes, but the boy was so close it was hard to focus; especially with his hot breath all over James's neck and face. He smelled like chocolate, and when James opened his mouth to reply, he dropped his eyes to watch James's lips. James found he couldn't say anything, and he sat there, his cock as hard as it had ever been and his mouth open.
Unexpectedly, without even seeming to move, Tyler's lips were pressed against James's, and his tongue was licking inside James's mouth. At first James did nothing, but he didn't pull away; that seemed as impossible as flying all of a sudden. Then as the flicker of desire inside him seemed to build, he found his nerve and moved his own tongue a tiny bit. Tyler made a small noise in the back of his throat and slid his tongue wetly around James's. He groaned, unable to help himself, and reached up a hand, pulling Tyler nearer.
Tyler's hand was sneaking across his thigh, and for some reason, it didn't bother James. When the boy touched his dick, he arched into it like he wanted nothing else. Tyler finally pulled away from his mouth, letting them both breathe, and James gasped for air, his eyes searching the room wildly for something.
They lit on the twin grins of Marlin and Hotshot, still curled together on the chair, Hotshot's cock still in plain view.
"Fuck…" James murmured, his voice sounding raspy.
"A bit too soon for that, I think," Marlin smirked, "but you're doing nicely so far. Kissing doesn't seem to be an issue, and I have to say, some boys find that harder than hand jobs."
James could feel Tyler's hand rubbing him through his pants, and even though they were being watched, he still wanted it. If hand jobs and kissing were gonna earn him money…
"Here," Tyler whispered, and letting go of his cock for a moment, took James's hand.
He shifted slightly, and pushed James's sweaty hand down into the gap between his jeans and skin. James gasped, but he didn't fight it when Tyler moved again and he could feel the silkiness of hard cock under his fingers. No underwear! Tyler let go of his hand, and unzipped his jeans, letting James have easier access. Fuck! He was holding another guy's dick!
It felt amazing, and looked incredible too. James had never seen another boy's cock so closely before, and he studied it, fascinated, as he began to move his hand on it. Tyler must have liked what he was doing, because he let out a low noise of appreciation and let his head fall back on the sofa.
James, suddenly worried about what he was getting into, looked up, red-faced, towards where Marlin and Hotshot were watching him with interest. He took his hand off Tyler's dick and shook his head. "I shouldn't…" he rasped, but Tyler whined and grabbed his hand.
"Please… you can't stop now!" the needy boy pleaded, and the look in his eyes was too much for James to bear. "Please? I'll do you when I'm done."
Giving one more scowl in Marlin's direction, James let Tyler guide his hand back where he wanted it. Jesus, this was so wrong, but it felt so amazing…
Deciding that the easiest thing was to forget about Marlin and Hotshot, James concentrated on Tyler, wrapping his left hand around the boy's dick more fully and trying to emulate what he did for himself; what he liked best. Obviously it worked, because not too much later, Tyler stiffened, making a whining noise, and came, just like that. James had never seen anything like it--well, apart from Hotshot a few minutes earlier--and somehow it seemed almost as good as coming himself.
Tyler looked like he enjoyed it, and he offered James an almost shy look and a soft kiss before reaching for a rag on the table next to him and cleaning himself and then James's hand up perfunctorily. Once he'd tidied up, Tyler didn't wait for James to move or say anything. He unzipped James's pants and pulled his still rigid cock out. James hissed as Tyler's hand met it, and then gasped in total wonder as the boy leaned down and engulfed his dick in the delicious wet warmth of his mouth.
"Fuck!" he squeaked.
It was good, so fucking good…James had never experienced anything like it. He tried to keep still, scared of hurting the boy sucking him off, but Tyler just kept on moving, and when he practically swallowed him whole, there was no way James could hold back. He came with a hard jerk and a shudder, his ears buzzing and his sight cloudy. Tyler swallowed it all, and then slipped wetly off, his tongue curling around the damp tip and sending one more shiver right through James.
Tyler licked his lips delicately and smiled at him once more as he put James back to rights.
"Very nice," Marlin said, "I think you're ready. Thank you Tyler."
~//~
So here he was, less than three weeks later, standing in 'his' spot down the street from Tyler and Hotshot, being cruised by some old dude in a rental car. It hadn't taken him that long to move from hand jobs to blow jobs, and even swallowing wasn't such a big deal in the end. Practising on Tyler had helped, and the fact that he always tasted vaguely like chocolate helped a lot. God knows how he did that, but James wasn't complaining when they fell into bed together at the end of the night. The johns didn't always taste as good, but James had learned well enough to ignore that.
"You want to get in?" the guy suggested, leaning across to open the car door for James.
"Sure," James nodded and named a figure.
"You'll blow for that?" the guy asked, and James nodded, not looking at him as they drove off. Instead he let his eyes roam over the dashboard as he slumped in the seat. The car rounded the corner of a dark alley and the man stopped the engine.
James's eyes lit on a convention name-tag, and he studied the name with a smirk. Before he could say anything, the man handed him some bills and waited while James tucked them into his jeans' pocket. Leaning towards the guy, James found his zipper and undid it, reaching in to pull out the hot and already hard cock.
He took a breath and went down, secretly pleased when the man muttered, "Oh yes; that's good."
It didn't take long, really; they never did. James wondered if it was about the illicitness of doing it in a dark alley with someone you paid, or just because they got it so infrequently. He and Tyler could go much longer before they came, but maybe that was because they did it a lot more. Things had certainly changed since the first time Tyler had sucked his dick, anyway.
Wiping his lips with one hand as he sat up and zipped the man's pants back up, James leaned back against the seat and flicked a look back to the name-tag as he waited for the guy to get his breath back.
"You in town for the convention?" he asked, knowing full well from the tag that the guy had to be. "Don't they got pretty women doctors there too?"
The man turned to scowl at him, and James said, "Hey man; sorry. Just trying to make conversation. Must be some nice young dudes too."
"I don't..." the man tried, his frown still in place. "Never mind."
"You married?" James asked, "Plenty are. Don't matter to me. You prob'ly don't get the chance for this much."
"No; no, I do not. I... I have a family; yes. Not that it's your business. How..." He looked at James with concern suddenly, like he was suddenly wondering why he was on the streets doing this. "How old are you?"
James snorted. He was worried now; after he'd had his cock in James's mouth? So typical. But if James played his cards right, the guy might take pity and buy him some food. Marlin had been right; he never went hungry, but he was still growing and he never could seem to get enough to eat. Sometimes the johns felt so bad about making him do what he did, they'd slip him a few extra bucks or even buy him a burger at the nearest drive-through.
"I'm sixteen. You got kids?"
The man swallowed and looked away, running a hand through his greying hair. "My boy's older than that..." he murmured.
James wasn't sure what to say to that. He sniffed, but made no move to get out of the car. The man didn't say anything, nor attempt to start the car up. He just sat there, staring into space.
"The Good Shepherd," James muttered, looking back at the name-tag.
"What?" the guy said, spinning his head to stare at James angrily.
"Your name," James indicated the tag, his heart beginning to speed up.
Somehow he began to think he'd made a mistake in drawing attention to it. The man had obviously forgotten it was there, and it occurred to James then that he might be thinking James would try some kind of blackmail or something. He had an idea the other doctors at the convention wouldn't be so impressed to find out that Doctor Christian Shephard let boys younger than his own son suck him off for money.
"Get out," Dr. Shephard hissed, reaching past James and opening the door. "Don't even think about it, kid. No-one would believe you, anyway. Here," he said as reached into his pocket and drew out another ten dollar bill, "Now fuck off."
"Shit; don't get your panties in a bunch," James snarled as he grabbed the money and jumped out of the car. "Why don't you keep your dick out of strange alleyways and go home to your flock? Lead your son somewhere better than this? Or maybe I'll think about passin' on the information about just what kinda mouth you like wrapped around it."
"That's why the Red Sox will never win the damned Series," Shephard muttered, slamming the door with a bang and starting up the engine.
James had no idea what that meant. Fuck; some people were so uptight.
He used the extra money for burgers, and took them back to the lane to share with Tyler, who was still in the same place as when he'd left. Hotshot and the other couple of boys were nowhere to be seen.
"That guy you went with," Tyler said, chewing his burger, "He seemed pretty... intense. He okay?"
"Yeah; usual married man guilt. He was an asshole, but he gave me the ten bucks I used for these," James told him, lifting the burger to take another bite. "No big deal."
Tyler smiled at him and looked down, his long eyelashes sweeping damply over his cheeks. Shit, Tyler was cute. James laughed at himself and went back to his burger. He never would have believed he'd even be thinking such a thing just a few short weeks ago.
"You're good at this, James," Marlin said out of nowhere, making both boys jump.
"Fuck, where'd you come from?" James scowled, managing not to drop the remains of the burger.
"I'm everywhere," Marlin grinned, putting an arm around the boys' shoulders. "So, how'd you two do tonight?"
"Seventy-five and a nickel," James said proudly, shovelling the rest of the burger in and reaching into his pocket. "Oh, and the burger money." He smiled sheepishly, his face heating up.
"A nickel?" both Marlin and Tyler said, as they began to walk.
Tyler handed his own money over--closer to a hundred--as Marlin went on, "You deserve the burgers. And what do you offer for a nickel, James? A kiss on the hand?"
"Nope," James grinned, "Bet some guy a nickel he'd be back for more before the week was out. I should up the stakes next time, huh?"
Marlin just laughed as they walked on, but James thought he was probably onto a good thing. Perhaps he could do that on the side for a while, and then later, maybe he could branch out into something even better.
After all, for a resourceful guy like him, sucking dick was only a beginning.
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