by Amanda Young
Worried about proper stretching before his first time, he'd taken it upon himself to make sure his muscles were loose and ready for whatever was thrown his way. After selecting one of the many toys stocked in the private room he was issued, he'd covered the butt plug with a condom, spread a copious amount of lube over everything, and slowly worked it into his body. Never having had more than a finger up his ass, the plug going in had burned like the devil. Afterward, he'd gradually gotten used to the feel of the silicon toy stretching him open. It was kind of hard to forget about, considering every move he made jostled the damn thing and caused it to hit his prostate—as it was doing now.
Before he reached the bottom of the staircase, a loud bell rang through the house. As it had been described to him, there were two different bells. One was high-pitched, signaling the arrival of a female. The other bell, which announced the arrival of male clients, sounded low and rusty, kind of like a cowbell. The reason for two different broadcasts was simple; some of the rent boys preferred one sex to the other, while a select few swung both ways. Declan was glad for the segregation. No way did he want to end up in the lineup for a female client. He didn't have anything against women, but the thought of sleeping with one made his stomach roll with nerves. He needed this position too much to fuck it up, and that kind of situation would be a disaster waiting to happen.
Six of the eight men on staff that night rushed out of the sitting rooms on either side of the entrance and lined up in front of the entrance. Declan hustled down the last couple of steps and joined them, standing at the very end of the row.
Colt stepped forward, with a tall, lanky brunet by his side. "Gentlemen, this is Killian. As you can see, Killian, you have your choice from the cream of the crop tonight. Introduce yourselves, boys."
Declan fidgeted as the other men greeted the client, one at a time. The selection process grated on Declan's nerves. When his turn came, he felt a little like the last kid chosen for team sports in physical education class. "Hello. I'm Declan."
Declan winced at the hoarse rasp of his voice. He sounded like he'd chain-smoked a carton of cigarettes.
The client nodded at Declan and then bent to speak quietly to Colt.
Colt smiled at whatever the man said. He then turned his attention to the lineup. "Thank you, boys. You can return to what you were doing. Declan, if you would stay behind, please."
Declan squirmed as the other men filed out of the foyer. Grey patted Declan on the back and whispered, "Hang in there, kiddo."
He clearly heard someone else mutter, "Fresh meat," but couldn't discern who had spoken. Although he was a little irritated by the snarky comment, he supposed he could understand. Regardless of whether the men were friendly during downtime, they were still competing for business.
Left standing with the client, Declan regarded the other man. He was several inches taller than Declan's own five feet eight, placing him somewhere around six feet tall, give or take an inch. His dark brown hair was a little long, the thick locks curling around his ears. Judging from the way the other man kept his hands in his pockets and repeatedly shifted his weight from one leg to the other, Declan guessed the client was almost as nervous as him.
Since the other man didn't seem in any hurry to get things started, Declan took the initiative and stepped forward. "Hi," Declan said. Up close, he noticed a fine sheen of sweat on the other man's upper lip. "Would you like to go somewhere more private and talk?"
The man nodded. "S-s-sure."
"Okay. Just follow me." Without waiting for a reply, Declan turned and started back up the stairs, certain the other man would follow. With every step, he felt more confident the other man's gaze was on his bottom. Just for the hell of it, he put a little extra wiggle in his stride. The sharp intake of breath from behind him made him smile.
Upon reaching the landing at the top of the stairs, Declan turned right and led the way down the hall to the third room on the left. He pushed open the door and stepped aside, motioning for the other man to go in ahead of him. "You first."
"T-thanks."
Declan followed the older man inside and closed the door behind them. His gaze flitted over the decor, still trying to get used to his temporary surroundings. It should have been simple enough, considering the space's resemblance to a hotel room, but he still found it hard to think of these quarters as his for the time being. Since it was unlikely he'd get the same room every time he was on duty, he'd been allowed to peek into several of the rooms to discern for himself that all the rooms were nearly identical. The only difference was the color scheme. His current room had a navy bedspread and area rug. Other than the large bed, the only things in the small, windowless room were a nightstand and an armoire. As he'd already ascertained, the nightstand was stocked with pillow packs of lube and various kinds of condoms. The armoire housed toys of all shapes and sizes in the cabinet, while the bottom drawers contained his few possessions.
"So," Declan said, his back pressed to the door. "What would you like to do this evening…um…sir?" His cheeks heated in embarrassment as the man's name eluded him.
"Killian."
"Thank you." Declan smiled, thankful the man hadn't taken offense by his momentary slip of memory. "Is this your first time here, Killian?"
Once again, the other man nodded.
"All right, so what are you interested in this evening?"
"I'm n-not r-really sure."
"Okay." Declan plucked one of the paper menus hanging off the doorknob and crossed the floor. He sat on bed and patted the mattress beside him, inviting Killian to join him. "Would you like to sit down?"
"Sure." Killian perched on the edge of the bed. "I d-don't d-do this."
"What? You don't sit on beds or talk to strangers about sex?"
Killian snorted. "The l-l-latter."
"Ah," Declan murmured, noncommittally.
Silence filled the gap between them. Finally, Declan could take no more. He scooted closer and rested his hand on Killian's thigh. He squeezed the firm flesh under his palm and met the older man's wide-eyed gaze. "Would you like to look over your options? Everything we offer is right here in black and white. I could even go over them with you, if you'd like."
Killian's Adam's apple bobbed. "All right."
"Well, first of all, I should mention that everything is referred to as a party. They're pretty much self-explanatory. There's a frottage party, an oral party, an anal party, et cetera. Time limits are broken down by the hour, but if money's an issue we're allowed to go as low as thirty minutes for half-price. I could suck you off, as slow and easy or as quick and dirty as you'd like. If that doesn't interest you"—Declan leaned in, his heart pounding—"we could always fuck." Although the thought of anal sex set his nerves on edge, he wasn't sure his throat could take another pounding so soon after the last.
Killian licked his lips. "I-I-I… The last one."
"You want to fuck me, or the other way around?" Christ, me and my big mouth. He'd fuck things up for sure if he had to top so soon. He'd probably come before he even got it in—and wouldn't that just be fucking fabulous? The man would surely run to Graves and demand his money back. Rightly so, since Declan couldn't hold his load. Then Declan would be out on his ass. Again.
"I, um—"
Declan swallowed his pride and interrupted. "My ass is really tight. You won't be disappointed."
"That s-sounds really g-good."
"Okay. All you have to do is pay up front—cash only, please—and I'm all yours for the next hour." While his fear of losing his job receded, anxiety over taking a cock up his ass jumped to the forefront of his mind and yelled, Boo. He was in over his head, but there was no stopping now. He would just have to fake his way through it and pray for the best.
Declan bit into the inside of his cheek and observed as the older man rose to his feet and dug out his wallet. He pulled out a mound of fifty-dollar bills, counted out the right amount as Declan watched, and then handed the money over.
"Tha
nks." Declan took the wad of cash, stood, and stuffed it inside the pocket of his jeans. Facing the front of the bed, he slipped his T-shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor. With his sneakers tied loose, all it took was a little nudge to rid himself of them. The jeans went next. He popped the top button and slid down the zipper, meeting the other man's heavy-lidded gaze. A shimmy-shake of his hips sent the denim pooling to his knees. He turned and bent at the waist, showing off his ass as he worked the jeans off and pitched them aside. Underwear was a waste of time. Since most of his were plain old tighty whities, he chose not to wear them.
A quiet groan from the man on the bed was all the confirmation he needed to know he was getting through loud and clear. His main objective was to turn the guy on and make him come, earn his fee, and then move on to the next.
So far, so good.
Declan sauntered over to the bed and dropped to his knees between Killian's legs. He pinched the material near the man's right knee and gave it a tug. "What do you say we take these off so you can be more comfortable?"
Since he already knew the answer, he didn't wait for Killian to respond. His hands shook as he undid Killian's black leather belt and released the top button. The zipper slid down with little fuss, revealing a pair of plain boxer briefs so white, Declan figured they had to be brand-new.
Declan tapped the other man's hip. "Lift up a little for me?"
Killian leaned back on his elbows and raised his hips, creating enough space for Declan to slide the other man's pants and underwear down over his hips. He caught a quick glimpse of a flat belly and sparse hair before Killian's shirt fell and concealed his stomach and groin from sight.
After he'd folded the pants and set them aside, Declan returned his attention to Killian. He made an exaggerated show of licking his lips and hoped his smile wasn't as wobbly as it felt.
"Do you want to take off your shirt? I'd hate for it to get messy." Not to mention the dude looked a little funny sitting on the bed sans his pants and drawers while still wearing a short-sleeved, button-down dress shirt the color of fresh salmon.
"Uh, yeah." He smiled down at Declan. "That would be a g-good idea, huh?"
The next time Declan licked his hips, it was sincere. Killian might be bashful, but he had other things going for him—like a tight, firm stomach and a long, fat cock. Unfortunately, said cock wasn't even close to hard.
If he has that many inches soft, I'd hate to see what he looks like stiff.
"S-sorry. I guess I'm a little n-n-nervous."
Declan was glad he wasn't the only one, even if they weren't nervous for the same reasons. "You don't need to be. I'll do whatever you want." Within reason.
"I know, but this is w-weird."
"Yeah, I can see that." It was strange for him too—being intimate with someone he didn't know and yet forced to keep an emotional distance from them at the same time. He hoped it would get easier with time. "Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?"
Heat crept up the man's chest and spread to his neck. "Kiss me?"
"All right." There was nothing hard about a kiss.
Instead of leaning up and giving the man what he asked for, Declan decided to rush things along. He got up, gave Killian a light shove backward, and straddled his lap. The older man blinked up at him, silently exuding anticipation through his big brown eyes.
Declan moistened his lips and gently slanted them over Killian's. The older man's lips were soft and firm, hesitant in the way they lightly skimmed his own before coming back for a harder, deeper kiss. Declan parted his lips, inviting Killian inside, and the client's tongue slid into his mouth as if it belonged there, bringing a hint of cinnamon and an unidentifiable earthy flavor that Declan couldn't get enough of. Reacting more on instinct than thought, he angled his head to the right for deeper access and lost himself in the taste and feel of the other man's hard body beneath him.
It's been so long since he'd made out with anyone. Declan loved to kiss, but finding someone else who shared his desires was never simple. Being forced to hide who he was from his father hadn't made it easy to put himself out there for prospective boyfriends. A lack of transportation had kept him out of the neighboring city, where his possibilities might have broadened.
Killian groaned into Declan's mouth, tugging him out of his head and back into the spider web of reality. The man beneath him was not his boyfriend. Killian was a client, a man who'd paid to fuck Declan, and nothing more. Time and place slammed back into perspective, forcing Declan to end the kiss and pull away.
To cover the abrupt departure, he quickly slid down the bed and lay flat on the mattress between Killian's legs. He shot a nervous smile up at Killian, then bent and ran his tongue up the thin line bisecting Killian's hair-roughened sac. The musky scent of skin rose beneath a hint of soap, growing stronger with every swipe of his tongue.
As odd as it seemed, licking the older man's balls wasn't as invasive as kissing his lips. Without the mouth-to-mouth connection, Declan was better able to keep perspective. For instance, now that he was wrapped up in the cinnamon flavor of Killian's tongue, he noticed the state of Killian's erection. While not exactly hard, he was definitely on the rise. And it appears as if he's a show-er instead of a grower.
Declan was relieved to say the least. Taking a normal cock up his ass was one thing; letting something massive ream him a new asshole was an entirely different matter. Killian's cock was long and thick, but he wasn't freakishly large. Thank fuck.
He ducked his head lower and laved the smooth skin behind Killian's balls. He ran the flat of his tongue from the backside of Killian's sac to the front, delighting in the way the sprinkling of coarse hair over smooth, silky skin abraded his tongue and made his mouth water.
While laving Killian's balls, Declan wrapped his fist around the man's shaft and stroked his hardening cock to full tumescence. As much as he would've loved to sneak a taste, he had to play safe. Although he could get Killian ready for sex a lot faster by using his mouth, it was virtually impossible to put a condom on a soft cock.
A quick glance up revealed Killian staring down at him with an expression so lustful even a virgin would have the ability to identify it. Knowing he was wanted went a long way toward boosting Declan's confidence. He bent and licked the thick shaft up one side and down the other, carefully avoiding the leaking head. The husky sound of the other man's moans drove him on.
Without taking his mouth off Killian, Declan blindly searched for the condom he'd dropped on the mattress. The tips of his fingers skimmed the little foil package, fumbled with it, then snatched it up off the blanket. Declan sat up on his knees between Killian's thighs, tore the package open with his teeth, and deftly rolled the lubricated latex down the other man's shaft.
With that accomplished, he reached behind himself and eased out the butt plug and pitched it over the side of the bed. He didn't delude himself into thinking there wouldn't be a little pain regardless of the efforts he took, but he hoped it would be minimal.
Killian's eyes widened. "Has that been up your ass this whole time?"
"Yep." Declan smirked. "Want to put something else up there now?"
"Oh yeah." Killian waggled his fingers in a come-hither motion. "Come here."
Killian was dressed to play, and Declan's ass was lubed and ready to go. There was no reason to put off the inevitable. He carefully climbed up onto Killian's lap and sat astride his groin. The stiff proof of Killian's desire pressed up into Declan's balls.
At least he was on top and could control what was going to happen.
Declan lifted up a little and reached beneath him to grasp Killian's shaft. "Ready for me?"
"Oh yeah." Killian clasped Declan's hips, his palms warm and damp.
Declan was grateful for the help. He needed a little something to steady him as he lined Killian's cock up with his hole. The blunt, sheathed tip felt twice as large against his entrance. He took a deep gulp of air and slowly let it out as he pushed down, forcing his muscles
into submission as the wide head popped into his body.
Killian's sharp inhale was drowned out by the gasp that exploded from Declan's mouth. Fuck, it burned. Flames of agony licked his anus and shot up his channel. He knew it would sting, but he hadn't expected it to feel like his asshole was being reamed by a telephone pole.
Killian's fingers opened and closed on Declan's hips. "Ah…you're tight."
"Uh-huh." Declan braced his hands on Killian's smooth chest and rocked back and forth, taking a little more of Killian's length inside him with every shift of his hips. The other man's pulse thundered against his palms.
Declan sank his teeth into his lower lip and tried to concentrate on the slight sting of his teeth rather than the rising burn of tender, unused muscles giving way. He panted and pushed through most of the pain, his mind focused on the goal at hand. The little plug he'd been using didn't have anything on Killian's fat cock. It might not have been wider, but it was damn sure a lot longer, touching places the plug hadn't even thought to reach.
Christ. Is it supposed to hurt like this? He couldn't imagine why anyone would like it if that was the case. Unless the only people who bottomed got off on the pain.
Do I have to be a pain slut to like anal sex? God, he hoped not. He'd never been keen on the sight of his own blood. Just the thought of it made him feel a little woozy.
With Killian fully sheathed, Declan gently rolled his hips. There was a slight twinge of pain, but it was manageable. Taking a deep gulp of air, he slowly raised up until only the broad head of Killian's prick remained inside. The empty, aching sensation left behind was a pleasant surprise. Regardless of the initial pain, his body wanted Killian's fat cock.
That isn't so bad. Maybe I can do this after all.
Killian shifted, putting his feet flat on the bed and changing the angle of penetration in the process. The front of his thighs provided back support to Declan as he descended, slowly taking Killian back inside. Halfway home, something bright and sparkly lit up inside of him. His muscles clenched, but it wasn't from pain. "Oh, fuck. Do that again."
