Close Encounters - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

I’d gotten two and a half grand for less than an hour of work. The fact that it had even been considered work, was even more astonishing. I’d been driven to a mansion in a limousine, given champagne, and sucked the dick of a handsome mob boss, and now I was holding more money than I’d ever had before.

I spent the entirety of the next day with a smile on my face. Had I listened to the advice of friends in college, it would have taken me almost two months to make this much money! I also couldn’t take my mind of Rico, either.

After a few hours of Googling the man, I couldn’t help but feel a nervous excitement about the whole thing. I’d sucked his dick. A guy who was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. A guy who was notorious throughout the country. As bad as he was, according to the news articles, he certainly seemed different in real life.

The next morning I returned to my normal life of early starts, boring lectures and miserable weather. Normally, the whole day would have depressed me, but who says money can’t buy happiness? I was on top of the world, and nothing was going to dull my day.

After lunch I decided to check the website. Just like I’d been told, I’d kept a close eye on it since Saturday night. Part of me was desperate for Rico to get in touch, but it wasn’t Rico who had booked the newest appointment.

My heart fluttered as I pulled up the details. Unlike the last time, there were no messages, just a time and location. It was set for seven that evening, and astonishingly, my cock twitched in my pants.

Was I becoming gay from this? Sure, I’d never been particularly against the idea of fooling around with a guy, but I had certainly never been turned on by it, either. Now, however, after having Rico’s load shot into my throat, the fantasy of doing it again was becoming stronger and stronger.

I spent the rest of the afternoon completely zoned out. Was college even that important anymore? If I was making so much money doing something that I loved, what was the point in anything else? Hell, at this rate, I could retire before I hit thirty!

I hurried back to my dorm after my last lecture and quickly showered. Was this going to be another drug lord? Perhaps somebody even richer than Rico, if that was even possible. It shouldn’t have made me as excited as it did, but I couldn’t help it.

I arrived at the spot that I’d been told to, and waited for the stretched limousine to pull up next to me. Although the champagne hadn’t been exactly to my liking, I was eager for another glass, but it wasn’t a limo that stopped beside me, and I was quite sure that there was no champagne in the beaten up old Uber.

“Liam?” The driver called, rolling down the passenger window and peering out at me.

“Uh… Yeah”.

“Get in”.

I looked around. There were still a few people walking up the street, so I hopped into the back and away we went. Unlike the last driver, this guy remained silent and I wondered if he even knew what was happening. Perhaps he’d have a better idea when we reached whatever mansion I was going to.

It took less than fifteen minutes before we pulled into a pretty normal looking housing estate. I cocked a brow. It was a far cry from Rico’s mansion, and when the taxi pulled up next to a simple family home, I awkwardly got out.

“That’s twenty bucks” he barked, and I shook my head in disbelief as I pulled out the cash, handed it to him, and watched him speed off.

“What the fuck is this?” I mumbled to myself, staring at the average semi-detached in front of me. I was quite sure that there’d been some sort of mistake, and then the door opened and I gawped.

He was no mob boss, that was clear. In fact, he looked like a freaking high school student. I looked around, certain that he was looking for somebody else, until he beckoned me forward.

“Liam, right?” He said, and his voice was little more than a whisper.

“Uh… Yeah?”

“Come in, come in” he breathed, his eyes darting around the street.

I couldn’t believe it. There was no fucking way that this kid was rich, and the fact that he was most definitely younger than I was, made me more uncomfortable than I had expected.

“Through there” he said, closing the door behind me and pointing toward the very normal living room. I awkwardly stepped inside, and when he followed, I got my first good look at him.

He was cute. Not like manly, masculine cute, but innocent cute. His reddish hair and freckles added to his charm, but I was yet to be convinced.

“I uh… I don’t mean to be rude” I said, waiting for his father or something to burst in the door, “but how old are you?”

He smiled and pulled out a wallet, and that’s when I realised that the young man before me wasn’t short of cash at all. “I’m eighteen” he said, and showed me his ID. I scanned it and handed it back.

“Right” I nodded, “and uh… Do you… Do you um… Know what I do?”

“According to the website” he grinned, “whatever I want”.

I was beyond confused. Did this guy know that I was basically a rent boy? He almost looked too innocent to tell him, and when he returned from the kitchen a moment later with two cans of Dr. Pepper, I had to laugh.

“Look, dude” I said, accepting the drink, “I don’t know if you understand what it is I do”.

He sat down and gulped before belching and looking at me. “My dad bought me this place for my birthday” he said, looking around the half empty room. “Nice, huh?”

“Yeah” I nodded, and wondered what the fuck his old man did to be able to afford an entire house as a birthday present.

“My mom thinks he was just being kind” he half laughed, “but he told me why he bought me a fucking house on the other side of the state”.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, wildly unsure how this had turned into a therapy session.

“He knows I’m gay” he scoffed, “walked in on me and a friend from school, kissing. He was disgusted, and he’s rich, so it was easier to just get rid of the problem”.

“Fuck, I’m sorry to hear that” I replied, and it was true.

“Don’t be” he grinned, “with the money he gives me to stay away, I can do whatever the fuck I want, so why don’t you show me your dick”.

I was taken aback once more. He might have been young, but he seemed to know what he wanted. I took another gulp from the can and shrugged.

“My name’s Chris, by the way” he said, as I pulled down the front of my pants and exposed my soft cock. His eyes landed on it, and I could see the excitement in them.

“Could you um… Could you take them off?” He asked nervously.

I pulled them down completely, kicked off my shoes, and stood naked, from the waist down as his mouth opened and his breathing quickened.

“You’ve got a nice dick” he swallowed, still staring at it. “How about your shirt?”

Strangely, Chris was evidently more nervous than I was. I smiled as I peeled my t-shirt off, and the young man rubbed his crotch.

“Holy shit, you’re hot” he gawped, as his cock stiffened under his shorts.

“Let me see you” I said, trying to gauge the dynamic of the situation. His cheeks instantly burned red as he squirmed on the chair. “What’s wrong?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“I uh… I don’t want to” he told me, “I just wanna look at you”.

“Oh” I shrugged, “that’s cool”.

For a moment, that’s all he did. Chris watched me intently, and I began to stroke my cock for him until it stood to attention. “Do you wanna touch it?” I asked, feeling rather sorry for the guy. His eyes widened, and he nodded slowly.

I walked toward him as he continued to rub himself, and when I stood inches away, Chris awkwardly reached out and brushed his fingertips off it. He pulled back, like he’d gotten an electric shock, then apologised and tried again.

“You don’t need to be nervous” I smiled, as he slowly closed his hand around my meat. “Just think of me like that friend you were kissing”.

His cute eyes looked up into mine and he took a deep breath. “C… Could we kiss?” He asked sheepishly.

“You’re the boss” I whispered, and pulled him to his feet.

Truthfully, kissing another guy was almost more awkward than sucking a dick, but there was something about Chris. He was slightly shorter than me, and far more slim, and when I touched his chin, he flinched.

“Relax” I breathed, lifting his head and pressing my lips to his.

I felt his warm breath escape from him as I slowly pushed my tongue into his mouth. It was very clear that his friend had been the only person he’d ever kissed, but I was happy to show him the ropes.

I returned his hand to my cock as we made out in his living room, and brushed my own hand over his shorts. He hesitated for a moment, but I ignored it and continued to rub him through the fabric.

“It’s not big” he gasped, as I slipped my fingers into the waistband.

“I don’t care” I smiled, “it’s just a dick”.

He looked confused. “But… But… It’s–”

“Chris” I said, and pulled his shorts down. “I don’t care”.

The young man shook all over as he stood there in a pair of tight boxer briefs. I could see the worry written all over his face, but I couldn’t deny how hot he looked when I pulled his t-shirt off and watched him blush.

His bulge wasn’t huge but it wasn’t pathetic either. I stroked his cock through his underwear for a moment, and he closed his eyes and moaned gently.

“Ready?” I asked, pulling on the edge of his boxer briefs. His body tensed up, but he nodded.

With one swipe, Chris was naked. Instinctively, he reached down to cover himself, but I snatched his hands and held them in mine.

“You’ve got a great cock” I smiled, and he opened one eye in disbelief.

“No way” he sighed, “it’s like five inches”.

“Perfect” I grinned, and shoved him back onto the chair before dropping to my knees between his legs. Chris’ eyes widened.

He had a small spread of pubic hair, but he kept himself mostly smooth everywhere else. I pushed his legs apart so I could see his cock, balls and asshole, and he squeezed the arms of the chair as I exposed him so suddenly.

“Have you ever had your dick sucked?” I asked, and he shook his head, anxiously.

“Well sit back, relax, and enjoy the show” I chuckled, and took his pin hard cock in my hand before sliding my tongue around the pink head. Chris gasped instantly.

I don’t know what it was about the guy that was driving me so insane. Perhaps it was because I felt sorry for him, or maybe it was because he really was hot. Being shy suited him, and I was eager to make the shy boy moan.

Sucking Chris was far easier than sucking Rico. His cock fit into my throat perfectly, and I was able to use my tongue in ways that would have been impossible if I was choking to death on him.

He moaned softly, but desperately tried to stop himself. Evidently, Chris was embarrassed by the whole thing.

I looked up at him as I pretended to gag. It seemed to make him relax slightly, and after a few minutes, the two of us stared at each other as I sucked his cock. I pulled it out, licked up his shaft and felt him shiver, and then I turned my attention to his tight sack.

“Ow… Ow..” He whimpered, as I sucked his balls into my mouth. I watched his fingertips dig into the leather arms, and almost chuckled to myself.

He was sweating now. I could smell the sweet scent from him, and it was making me ravenously horny. The lower down I went, the stronger the scent became, until I found myself lapping at his taint.

“Holy fuck” he moaned, arching his back as I pushed my tongue further down. I knew where I was going, I just had no idea why I was going there, but when my tongue slid across his smooth, pink hole, I knew I’d made the right decision.

“Oh my god” he whimpered, as his ring clenched at the tip of my tongue. He shook as I teased his hole, and shook harder when I slid deeper.

Chris grasped his wet cock and began to jerk it as I held his legs back and ate his warm, virgin hole. It was delicious. The aroma, the flavour, the feeling, everything about eating this guy’s ass was wonderful, and I couldn’t help myself when I sat back up.

“Can I fuck you, Chris?” I asked, and his cute eyes widened once more.

“F… Fuck me?”

I nodded, and although he looked petrified for a moment, a devious smile spread across his handsome face, and he nodded, too.

As two virgins, I wasn’t sure how on earth this was supposed to go. I had no condoms. He certainly didn’t seem to have any, either, and so I did the only thing I could think of doing, and spat a wad of saliva onto his pink pucker.

“If it hurts, just let me know” I breathed, as my cock throbbed.

I got into position between his legs and aimed my meat at his hole. Both of us were now breathing heavily, and we both flinched when my rod pressed against him. I laughed first, Chris laughed a moment later.

“Ready?” I asked, leaning over him. He looked up into my eyes and pulled my face closer to his before kissing me softly.

“Ready” he whispered.

I had no idea what to expect. Would it hurt? Would it be tight? I pushed and pushed and pushed again as he gasped and groaned into my mouth. Was I in? Was I even close to being in? I continued to push until Chris whimpered, and I felt my cock head slip into his tight, warm hole.

“Oh fuck” we both said in unison, but I could see the discomfort in his face. “Is that too much?” I asked, feeling his sphincter clench around my helmet.

“No” he gasped, and kissed me again.

The feeling was better than anything I could have expected. I felt his insides as I thrust deeper into him, and I was certain that I’d last only a few seconds before blowing a load inside him.

He moaned, I moaned, we both moaned together. Our lips continued to meet, and I could tell that Chris enjoyed kissing almost as much as he enjoyed having his hole fucked. I shoved my tongue into his mouth as I hammered his hole, and realised that being gay was becoming more and more promising.

I wanted him to feel good. As I fucked his ass and kissed him, I reached between his legs and plucked his cock into my hand. His body tensed up as I did, and I felt his warm pre-cum drool from him as I squeezed. He moaned again, louder this time as his body squirmed, and after just a few strokes, Chris orgasmed in my hand.

Spurts of watery cum shot up across his chest. He moaned into my mouth, gasping and panting as a wave of arousal washed over him, and with each clench of his tight hole, I came closer and closer, myself.

Finally, after less than ten minutes of pumping his hole, my own load exploded into his guts, and the two of us came and moaned together.

“That’s the best thing I’ve ever felt” he almost cried, as we remained in place, drenched in sweat and cum.

“You and me both” I gasped.

By the time I pulled out of him, Chris’ hole remained slightly open, and I could see my load sloshing around inside. Fuck, it was hot.

“Can I book you again?” He asked, as I began to dress.

I held out my hand and he took it before getting to his feet. “No” I replied, and kissed his soft lips, “but you can let me take you on a date”.