CityBoyz

by Henri Couesnon

  “Am I hurting you?” Guiche asked, his voice filled with concern.

  “A little,” Remi panted. “I have to get used to having you in there. Take your time. Put the rest in nice and slow, please. You must not realize how much of a stud you are. How big your cock is.”

  “Guys mention it all the time, but I always suspect they’re exaggerating,” Guiche said, lightly.

  He hovered above Remi without moving a muscle, holding this position for so long that his arms began to ache from supporting his own weight. “Now?” he whispered at last, unable to stay in the same position for much longer without thrusting. “Can I push the rest of my cock inside you now, Remi?”

  “Yes, but do it slowly. Ah, yes! That’s it. Like that, Guiche. Nice and slow. Oh, you’re filling me up. Oh, get it all in there, give it to me! Now!”

  He guided the other guy until at last their bodies were pressed flat together, and a heavy sigh of pleasure came from both of them simultaneously.

  “How does it feel now?” Guiche asked.

  “Wonderful. What about you? Do you like it? Do you like being in my ass?”

  “Hell, yeah. It feels great. Oh, Remi!” Guiche moaned, showering his lover’s shoulders and the back of his neck with passionate kisses. “It’s so good. You’ve got the sweetest hole I’ve had in a long time!”

  Remi clenched his anal muscles, then released them quickly, only to clench them again, more forcefully. A cry of intense joy bubbled up from the depths of Guiche’s throat. “Do you like how that feels?” Remi asked.

  “Fuck, yeah! I like that a lot! Oh, you have no idea how much! Keep it up, if you can. Work your hole around my cock.”

  “I will. I want to make you happy today, fucker. Happier than you’ve ever been in your life, so that you won’t want to do this with anybody but me. You’re fucking me, Guiche. You’re fucking me. You’re fucking my ass. Say it. Let me hear you say it. Talk dirty to me.”

  “I’m fucking you, pretty boy. I’m fucking your hot, tight little ass!”

  “Then do it. Keep doing it, keep fucking me. Don’t stop!”

  “Stop?” Guiche exclaimed. “I have no intention of doing any such damn thing!”

  Chapter Five: Recruiting New Talent

  Guiche got into the habit of inviting Remi to come over to his apartment—for coffee or to share a glass of wine, to smoke pot, and for sex. During these visits, the two young men’s conversations always seemed to return to the topic of selling sex.

  Guiche was determined to recruit Remi into the sex industry.

  “I need a guy whom I can rely on, to work with me, sometimes. Just part time,” Guiche explained.

  “Ah—work with you, doing what, exactly?”

  “What do you think? We’ve talked about it often enough.”

  “Turning tricks?” Remi guessed.

  “What else?”

  “Forget about it.”

  “You haven’t even given me a chance to deliver my sales pitch,” Guiche said, humorously.

  “Save your breath. The whole idea—it’s wasted on me. No way.”

  “Hear me out,” Guiche urged. “What’re your objections?”

  “I already have a job, for one thing. It may not be much, but it’s something.”

  “I have a day job, too. So what?”

  This was a revelation to Remi, who’d assumed that Guiche made his living entirely by hustling. Remi suppressed his natural impulse to ask Guiche for details. They could have that discussion, later. At the moment, Remi didn’t want to derail their conversation from the interesting, if somewhat disturbing, track it had taken.

  “You wouldn’t turn down a chance to make some extra money, would you?” Guiche went on.

  “Depends how I’d be making it,” Remi retorted.

  “You can’t have moral qualms. You’re gay. You like sex. You’re not in a relationship. You seem to have no problems having multiple partners. Why not go on doing what you’re been doing, but get paid for it?”

  “I have practical qualms. I don’t want to get busted by the cops.”

  “Unlikely,” Guiche argued. “I don’t loiter on street corners, after all. I run my business very discreetly, on the website.”

  “Naked photos of you, along with announcing how good an ‘Enculeur du premiere classe’ you are—that’s not exactly my definition of discreet,” Remi said.

  “No one accesses such sites except horny men looking for sex,” Guiche pointed out.

  “You hope! But we can let that pass, for now. Anyway—speaking purely theoretically—suppose I was willing to become a whore? Why should I work for you? You’d expect a cut, I assume. I could set up my own website and run it myself. That way, I’d get to keep all the profits.”

  Guiche was unperturbed. “True. This town is big enough to keep any number of hustlers busy. But I’m not asking you to work for me, but with me. As my partner.”

  “I don’t follow you. Explain.”

  “Some of the johns want a threesome. So I have to find another guy, to accommodate them. It’s not always easy to find somebody who’s reliable. I’d prefer to work with a guy I can trust, and with whom I’m sexually compatible. I’d advertise you on the website as my horny buddy who’s available for threesomes.”

  “Got it all figured out, don’t you?”

  “Think of the advantages. You wouldn’t be dealing with a john directly, at first. All of the upfront negotiations, screening out any obvious weirdos, and collecting the money—I’d take care of that. You’d never have to hook up with a john one on one. I’d always be there with you, to steer you through it and watch your back. You wouldn’t have to do any in-calls at your place. We’d do them all here. Out-calls, we’d go on together, as a team. All you’d have to do is give me some hot photos of yourself, to put up on the site.”

  “What about the money? Do you charge twice as much for threesome as you do when you go on a job solo?”

  “It doesn’t work quite that way. The johns always like it when they think they’re getting a bargain. For a threesome, I usually ask two hundred and eighty for an in-call, three hundred and forty for an out-call. Sometimes that’s negotiable, upward. Either way, the other escort and I split the fee, and the tip, right down the middle. Now, that’s fair, isn’t it? I don’t collect anything extra for my trouble, for running the show.”

  “You’re a smooth talker,” Remi admitted.

  Guiche laughed. “All part of the job description. What’s it going to take to convince you to go into business with me?”

  “Maybe some hot sex would put me in a more susceptible mood,” Remi hinted. “You could invite me into your bedroom.”

  “Consider yourself invited. Let’s go.”

  They went into Guiche’s bedroom, where they stripped.

  “What’ve you got in mind?” Guiche asked.

  Remi glanced at the large oil painting on the wall behind the bed. The image of the two naked men, sucking away on each other’s oversized erections, was certainly inspiring.

  “Let me suck your cock,” Remi pleaded. “And then you can fuck me again, the way you did last time.”

  “You really liked that, didn’t you?”

  “You know I did. Don’t be so smug.”

  Guiche laughed.

  His arms caught Remi and pulled him down on top of him. He hugged the other young guy in an impassioned grip, which almost amounted to a wresting hold, while his mouth sought and quickly found Remi’s. His tongue plunged upward, between Remi’s lips, and into his mouth, exploring, demanding.

  They kissed for several minutes, until both of them were out of breath. Remi felt Guiche’s cock throbbing up at him, and its hard pressure was fully answered by his own erection. When Guiche finally slipped his tongue from his mouth, Remi lay there in the other young stud’s arms, panting for breath.

  Guiche was looking him in the face, intently, scrutinizing his bed partner.

  “Damn, you’re cute,” Guiche said.

  “You
think so?” Remi asked, preening a little.

  “Yeah. The johns would really go for you. And I ought to know.”

  “Not that again,” Remi protested. “Give it a rest, will you?” But then his vanity got the better of him. “So I’m the type they like, am I?”

  “Hell, yes. You’ve got that look of boyish innocence going for you. You might think about getting a haircut, though.”

  Remi had fine, silky-textured straight hair, which fell down and almost touched his shoulders. At the moment, it was disheveled by the two guys’ lovemaking. Made self-conscious by Remi’s remark, Remi raised one hand to head and swept his fingers through his tousled locks, pushing his hair away from his forehead.

  “What’s wrong with my hair?” he asked.

  “It’s kind of long for a dude, that’s all.”

  “Girls like it.”

  Remi snickered. “I didn’t think it was girls you were interested in attracting.”

  “Well, guys have been known to like it, too. I get compliments on it. All the more.”

  “You might get more compliments if you let a really good hairstylist snip off an inch or two of that mane, and style the rest.”

  “Well, I’m not here to get grooming advice, buddy,” Remi said. “I just want to suck your dick and take yours up my ass. So let’s get on with it, if you’re okay with being used as a sex object.”

  “Buddy, ‘sex object’ ought to be my middle name. All right. But I like to suck cock, too, just in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “Me, first,” Remi insisted. “Lie back and let me go to work on your dick!”

  Guiche got comfortable. Lying flat on his back, he stuffed one of the pillows behind his head. Then he spread his legs wide.

  “Come on,” he whispered urgently, reaching down and beginning to fondle his cock. It was already beginning to stir again—to swell and stiffen. “If you want to blow me again so bad, then you may as well get busy. Be my guest!”

  Remi stared at the naked young stud on his bed, at the thick uncircumcised meat Guiche was offering him to suck. Guiche’s restless hand slid slowly down the flat plane of his belly and over his thighs, nudging his heavy balls, before he grasped his dick lightly again and he began to caress it into full throbbing erection—while Remi watched, mesmerized!

  “Hurry up.” There was now impatience audible in Guiche’s tone of voice. “You’d better go for it, buddy, while I’m still in the mood to give it away for free!”

  Remi hesitated no longer. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned over and reached for Guiche’s dick, closing his eyes as he pushed Guiche’s hand away from it and replaced it with his own fingers. He closed them into a tight fist, which he squeezed possessively around Guiche’s turgid prick. Guiche moaned, and he spread his muscular thighs even farther apart for Remi, giving him unimpeded access to his crotch.

  Guiche pushed down on the top of Remi’s head, and at the same time he thrust up with his butt, rubbing his rigid fuck tool against the other young man’s face, jabbing its thick blunt tip at Remi’s panting, parted lips.

  “Suck it,” Guiche demanded.

  But Remi needed no further instructions or encouragement. He moved on the mattress until he was positioned on his knees between Guiche’s widespread thighs. He still had a firm grip with his fingers on his buddy’s cock as he began to lower his head. His tongue flicked outside his lips and darted rapidly from side to side, coating the tip of Guiche’s hard-on with his saliva and tickling it provocatively.

  “Aw, fuck!” Guiche grunted. His hands gripped Remi’s head and shoved it down toward his dick again. At the same time, he jerked himself high off the mattress, thrusting with his hips and butt. He twisted his head around on the pillow and arched his neck so that he could look down the length of his brawny torso and see what Remi was doing to his cock with his lips and tongue. Guiche’s mouth parted and emitted a tense, lewd gasp as he watched the other boy tongue the head and shaft of his cock. Seeing the act of oral sex being performed on him excited Guiche almost as much as actually being blown did!

  Remi had been with Guiche often enough that he now knew what his friend liked. He moved his mouth down the shaft of Guiche’s throbbing hard-on until his wet lips rubbed over the twin spheres of Guiche’s cum-laden balls. His tongue pressed against them, pushing them around inside their hairy sac.

  Then Remi opened his mouth wider and coaxed one testicle completely inside, sucking on it hard and fast, his tongue caressing it from every possible angle inside the warm, moist interior of his mouth.

  He was good at it, thanks to the many opportunities Guiche had given him to practice the technique during the short time which had elapsed since they’d first met and had started fooling around with each other.

  And Guiche really got turned on when Remi eased his other ball inside his obscenely taut-stretched, yawning mouth and began to suck on his entire scrotum at once. The solid shaft of Guiche’s cockshaft pulsed furiously with its now barely contained lust, and his big body shuddered with arousal.

  Guiche’s fingers tightened even more on Remi’s head, crushing that maddeningly arousing mouth of his against his balls, until Remi grunted in discomfort and shook his head to tell Guiche to let up on him, to allow him to control the pace of their oral sex.

  “No,” Guiche said. “No, keep it up! Don’t stop now. Suck my balls. It feels so good—so goddamn good!”

  Guiche could feel his excitement rising higher and higher, his blood as hot as liquid fire from a blast furnace inside him. It pulsated violently through his bloated penis veins. Remi’s tongue seemed to be licking the cum right out of his balls!

  Guiche’s chest was wet with sweat, the tufts of hair between his chiseled pecs damp and plastered flat against his flesh.

  “My ring,” Guiche pleaded.

  Letting Guiche’s plump, saliva-slippery testicles pop out of his mouth, Remi nuzzled his face against the other guy’s perineum muscle, where Guiche had the piercing which gave him his nickname. Remi licked the steel ring. He kissed it. Inserting his tongue through it, he playfully exerted pressure upon it, tugging it away from Guiche’s body. finally, opening his mouth and taking the ring inside, Remi tried to suck on the guiche hard enough to pull it free from its hole—an impossibility, of course, because the well-healed piercing was too deep, and the ring was set too firmly in it. But the suction got Guiche very excited.

  “Fuck, I like that!” he exclaimed. “Damn—when you do that, it makes my cock drip cum!”

  Remi teased the ring some more. But then Remi abandoned Guiche’s perineum piercing—and he began to suck his cock, instead!

  He opened his mouth wide and shoved it down recklessly on the other boy’s thick, man-sized prickshaft. Even though he’d gone down on Guiche innumerable times, he was always startled by how much hard cock there seemed to be when it filled the whole interior of his yawning mouth. Guiche hadn’t been exaggerating. There was indeed a strong taste of salty pre-cum on his glans, which was slimy with the dribbled fluid. Remi rubbed his tongue back and forth over Guiche’s pouting piss slit, to lap up the sticky wetness.

  That was a particularly sensitive part of most men’s body, and Guiche was no exception. His reaction to Remi’s swabbing of his cockhead was dramatic. Guiche’s hips shot up again, driving still more of his meat into Remi’s mouth. His cock pumped frantically in and out of the other guy’s slurping lips, his gurgling mouth, and his willing but strangulated throat. Guiche fucked Remi orally, his cockshaft sliding in and out of the boy’s lips like a piston flailing away within a well-oiled cylinder.

  Guiche was already too close to coming—and feeling this urgency not for the first time during their sex session—to take much more of this sweet torture, as pleasurable though it was. Remi’s enthusiastic ball sucking and his teasing of Guiche’s trademark piercing had pushed Guiche’s libido right to the edge. And now his expert cocksucking threatened to push Guiche over that edge!

  When he knew he was getting dangerously n
ear to the point of no return, Guiche lifted Remi’s head from his groin, breaking the oral-genital contact.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” Guiche said, breathlessly. “Not this time! You said you wanted me to fuck you again, didn’t you? Okay, then you’re going to get fucked! Get on your belly. Spread your legs—and your butt. Open your hole. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you!”

  Remi rolled over onto his stomach. Guiche stretched out his arm toward the nightstand, grabbed the open box of condoms that was waiting there, and extracted one of the foil packets from the box. He tore open the foil, pulled out the rubber, and unrolled it down over his dick. He dropped the box of condoms back on the nightstand, and picked up the pump bottle of gel lubricant instead. He squirted a blob of the gel onto his fingers and used it to coat the latex which now protected his cock. He squeezed out a second blob and smeared it between Remi’s buttocks, massaging the lube onto his puckered sphincter muscle. With one fingertip, Guiche penetrated the asshole, working some of the lubricant inside. Remi let out a gasp and his sphincter ring flexed around Guiche’s finger in instinctive response to the penetration.

  “Oh, hurry!” Remi begged. “I can’t wait to feel that big thing inside me again!”

  “Yeah? Well, be careful what you wish for,” Guiche warned.

  He rolled over until he was lying on top of Remi, his chest pressed against Remi’s back. Guiche positioned his legs on the outsides of Remi’s. With one hand, Guiche reached down between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and guided it between Remi’s buttocks and against his hole. Guiche pushed. The thick blunt knob of his penis, encased in its latex sheath, slid through Remi’s sphincter and sank deep inside his ass.

  “Fuck me, Guiche!” Remi screamed. “Oh, fuck my ass! Get that big, motherfucking thing all the way in me. Shove it right up my ass. Pound my hole with it. Pound my hole! Oh God, Guiche—please fuck me!”