Boy for Sale

by Icaro Trindade

  “Of course I want it,” he said, taking of his shirt. I loved his back, so wide and manly.

  “Then, lie down. Where can I get an oil or a lotion?” I asked him.

  “In the second door of the wardrobe,” informed him, taking off his shoes and his pants.

  I searched in the place he had told me. There were several perfumes and cosmetics of every kind. They should have cost a lot. I found an oil there. As soon as I smelled it and felt its fragrant scent, I decided to use it. When I started paying attention to Eric again, I noticed that he was already lying on his back, his eyes closed. He was wearing nothing but his black underwear.

  What a gorgeous and delicious man! How could I have had so many doubts regarding my sexuality? The truth was right before my eyes. His big and manly body attracted and excited me. I was desperate to run my tongue over each centimeter of my body, as Lucy had joked before. Lucky for me, I was entitled to do so, unlike her.

  I climbed on the bed and knelt close to him. I realized that there was a pure smile on his face. I was on my way to make him happy and that was awesome. I put some oil on my hands and started to slide them over his wide back. I avoided keeping my moves too soft, but also too strong. By the expression on his face, he seemed to be enjoying, so I continued like that.

  I massaged his arms as well. His body seemed even more perfect with the glow provided by the oil. I moved up and down and back for a good while. My tongue was already envying my hands. As soon as I ended the upper area, I crawled back a bit and started massaging his legs and thighs, my favorite parts in Eric’s body. It was amazing to run my hands over his almost hairless legs. My dick was hard for quite some time at that moment.

  I massaged from the tip of his toe to the beginning of his ass. Then, I slid downwards and repeated all over again. I alternated between his legs, feeling like I could come just from doing it. My penis was throbbing inside my underwear, longing for Eric’s body. I wanted so much to touch his round and meaty ass, but I had no idea of how would he react.

  “You can turn around,” I said, when I realized that I had already been massaging his legs for much longer than necessary.

  “It’s amazing just the way it is,” Eric said and took off his briefs, exposing his tanned and delicious butt. It was inevitable to wonder how it would feel to be inside it. “Feel free to keep on going.”

  I did as he said which also included feeling myself free. This time, my moves started from the back of his knee and went to his ass. I spilt a bit more of oil over his body and, soon after, I was only focused on his butt. With a globe in each hand, nothing could feel more exciting. Eric seemed relaxed, but let out several low moans.

  My penis seemed like it could burst at any time, but I definitely didn’t want to stop that. I knew that I could get myself beaten for what I had in mind, but my desire was bigger than any worries at that point. Therefore, I slid my fingers towards his hole. He moaned loud when he felt my touch, but didn’t ask me to stop. That probably meant that I could keep on going.

  With my hand completely soaked in oil, I made circular moves with my fingers over his pink entrance. I knew quite well how pleasurable that was. Hearing Eric’s moans excited me more and more every time, so I went further and started sliping a finger inside him. He moaned louder and I made softer moves, pushing in and out several times before inserting a second one.

  His dick, that was previously soft, became completely erected and I could see it between his thighs. Advancing to the next level, I guided my tongue to his hole, making similar moves as the ones he usually did on me. I tried to hold his penis the best I could. His gland was already smeared by his pre-cum.

  I decided to take turns; I would lick his entrance a bit and then I would go down to his cock, which was throbbing to get rid of the uncomfortable position. I could have named the salty taste of the fluid on his dick’s head “Nectar of the Gods”. It was amazing. I slid my tongue from the gland to his penis, getting to the balls until I reached his hole for a new sucession of licks, just to restart again from the head. Eric’s body contorted and he was moaning a lot.

  I took one of my hands and started masturbating before I got myself mad, while making those caresses. We were both moaning loud. Eric was close to coming as much as I was. As soon as his moaning grew stronger, I licked his dick’s head full of desire until I managed to fill my mouth with his white fluid. My chin and a part of my face were completely dirty, for it was almost impossible to catch all the content of his spurts.

  I intensified the rhythm of my masturbation, searching for release, and, only then, Eric opened his eyes and watched me touching myself. There was desire in his eyes. He then came closer and started sucking my dick fierce and skillfully. The advantage of having a medium penis was that he managed to engulf it entirely without much difficulty. His hot and wet mouth was delirious.

  It didn’t take even a minute for me to release the loudest cry and then come into Eric’s mouth, who swallowed everything without letting even a drop to fall. I felt my body exhausted afterwards, so I threw myself on the bed to rest. Eric was also gasping and trying to catch his breath, while lying beside me.

  “That was the best massage I’ve ever received in my life,” he remarked. I only smiled at him. “I forgot to tell you. Tomorrow, my friend Paulo will come and have dinner with us. Be prepared.”

  Chapter 9

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked him, looking at the elegant and expensive suit in front of me. I was with Eric in his bedroom.

  “Sure! You will look gorgeous in it!”

  “I never used something like this before.”

  “Don’t worry, it will feel great. Now get dressed, for Paulo will be here soon.”

  “All right,” I agreed and started to get dressed. When I had dressed almost all those pieces of clothes, I got confused about the tie. After all, I had never imagined myself wearing something like that in my life.

  “Let me do this for you,” Eric said, standing in front of me and tying the knot in the red tie.

  “Why do I have to wear this?” I asked. It was strange; I was already used to the idea of only using white clothes.

  “First, because you look amazing. Secondly, because I want Paulo to see how fine and happy you are now that you are living with me,” he explained.

  “Oh, I see...” I said a bit disappointed. Eric threw me a distrustful glance.

  “You are happy living with me, right, Ianto?” he asked, dropping the now properly fixed tie.

  “Of course I am!” I affirmed quickly. “I’m very happy with you, Eric! And I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything else.”

  “Are you sure about that? Don’t you want to return to your old life anymore?” he questioned me seriously, analyzing my expression. He wanted the truth.

  “No! The life I had before was not a good one. I worked too hard; it was exhausting. I was always in pain due to the heavy boxes I had to carry and, when I got home, we rarely had enough food for everyone. We always had to ration the food. You know there are no easy ways to get to a more elevated caste, so I was destined to live a life where there would always be something missing. I’m happy with you, Eric. Maybe being bought by you have been the best thing that ever happened to me!” I answered, not moving my eyes from his. I felt the truth in those words. I was being honest. He hugged me tight.

  “I’m very happy in hearing this, Ianto.”

  “I love you, Eric!” I confessed.

  Silence.

  “I’m gonna let you finishing up,” Eric finally said, letting me go after several seconds of an agonizing silence. “The shoes that I bought for you are in that bag over the bed. I’ll get the kitchen ready for later,” he informed me and left the bedroom.

  It was like a stab in my chest. I had no idea why I had said those words in that very moment, but I could not keep that feeling just for me anymore. He needed to know there was someone who loved him for real, but not receiving an answer had been painful. I felt the tears threate
ning to fall, but I held myself. After all, maybe he just wasn’t ready to open himself for me yet.

  I love you was a strong thing to say. Maybe Eric needed more time to feel himself ready to love me back.

  I went to take the bag he had mentioned before and found inside it a box with a pair of shiny black shoes. Amazingly beautiful ones. After wearing them, I remained a bit more there, in his bedroom, taking deep breaths and calming myself down. I couldn’t argue with him. I didn’t want things to go back the way they were before. I had been very happy in the last couple of days.

  When I finally felt myself more at ease, I went downstairs and heard voices coming from the kitchen. Paulo was already there. I had to be nice to him; after all, he was Eric’s best friend. It was strange the fact that he had also tried to buy me, but I had to focus solely in the things that mattered.

  “Look who is here,” said Paulo, looking at me from head to toe. He was wearing a navy blue suit and his blond hair was spikey. He was handsome, just as Eric.

  “Ianto, you already know him, but I think it calls for a proper introduction. This is Paulo, who besides being my best employee…”

  “Partner!” Paulo interrupted, punching his shoulder slightly.

  “As I was saying… Besides being my partner, have been my best friend since forever. And Paulo, well… this is Ianto,” Eric introduced us.

  “Nice to meet you, Ianto. Now in a proper way and with you duly clothed,” Paulo approached me and offered me a handshake. “Of course you look better naked, but you look great in this suit.”

  “Thank you,” I said shyly.

  “Cut the crap, Paulo! Forget that you have seen him naked, for that will never happen again!” Eric said, coming to me and throwing an arm around my shoulders as if declaring his ownership over me.

  “All right, boss. Anyway, are we going to start cooking or not?” he asked.

  “Why are you using the plural? You are the only one who can cook in here,” Eric laughed.

  “That’s not fair. Ianto also can’t make anything?”

  “Not much. Sometimes I watched my mom cooking, but I wouldn’t trust my own abilities,” I replied.

  “No excuses. You are going to help me here. We will make bolognaise pasta, since it is quick and quite easy. Once Eric is too lazy, he can just watch us,” he said.

  “Fine. I’ll stay here, quiet and silent, watching you two,” Eric agreed and sat on a chair.

  “Come here, Ianto,” called Paulo. “You can start by cutting the vegetables.”

  Over the counter, there was a bag full of vegetables. While Paulo was filling a pot with water for the pasta, I searched for a cutting board, without much success.

  “Over there,” Paulo pointed to the last door of the cupboard. As soon as I opened it, I realized it was indeed, where he said it would be.

  “Thank you.”

  “Paulo finds his way in this kitchen better than I do,” Eric commented.

  “I can’t even understand why you have spent so much money assembling it if you never use it,” complained Paulo.

  “It’s for when you come. I love your food!”

  “You leech!” Paulo mocked him.

  When I finally found a knife, I started chopping the onions, but, in a matter of seconds, my eyes were already tearing up. Paulo started laughing as soon as he saw my face wet with tears.

  “You have to be fast. Let me show you!” Paulo took the knife off my hand.

  While I was wiping my face, I heard the “chop chop chop” of his hand while he was chopping the onions quickly. When he finished, I realized he really wasn’t crying.

  “You have to chop as fast as you can so the gas won’t reach your eyes,” he explained.

  “I see.”

  “That’s it, teach him well, Paulo. I have already told Ianto that I would love if he learned how to cook. It would be perfect to arrive every day at home to a home cooked food,” said Eric.

  “Have you bought him so he would become your cook?” asked Paulo.

  “Of course not!”

  “What for, then?”

  I remained silent, paying attention to their talk and waiting for Eric’s answer.

  “I bought Ianto because I liked him and I guess I was right. We get along pretty well,” was his reply.

  “I see,” Paulo remarked, seeming a bit suspicious, and got back to cooking. He started making the sauce for the pasta, then, he asked me to cut the tomatoes.

  I liked Paulo. He was very attentive to me and explained each step of what he was doing. After that, cooking didn’t seem that hard anymore. When the food was finally ready, I felt accomplished. I was very hungry and the delicious smell coming from the pots only made things worse.

  After we have prepared the dinner table, we finally sat down to eat. We ate the bolognaise pasta with wine. I had never been such a fan of drinking, but I would not be the one to complain. I sat between the two of them.

  “It tastes amazing!” I said, after taking the first bite.

  “Indeed,” agreed Eric.

  “Not thanks to you!” Paulo teased and showed him his tongue. I laughed.

  “Spoiled child!”

  “Pain in the ass!”

  I just laughed of their behavior, always teasing each other. I remembered what Eric had said the day I was bought, that they were very competitive with each other. Just because of that Paulo had joined the fight to buy me. It was inevitable to wonder how it would have been if, instead of Eric, it was Paulo the winner of the auction. He seemed to be amusing.

  “Do you like living in here, Ianto?” he asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “A lot!” was my honest answer.

  “Don’t you miss your family?” he questioned.

  “Of course I do, but, thanks to Eric, I know they are fine.

  “I understand that you might never leave the apartment.”

  “Yeah...”

  “Don’t you get a bit claustrophobic in here? I would go mad,” Paulo said with a grimace.

  “I do, sometimes, but I understand that I can’t go out.”

  “An understanding teenager. That’s hard to find! Wouldn’t you consider reselling him to me, Eric?” he joked, with a laughter.

  “Never,” Eric answered promptly, laughing as well.

  “Fine, fine.”

  While we were eating, Eric and Paulo kept teasing each other, kidding. There were several moments when I didn’t know if I should eat or laugh. As soon as we finished, we went to the living room and sat on the couch; once again, I was between them. Then I realized that Eric tried to stay close to me all the time. Was he jealous?

  “Have you decided how things between you will be in the future?” asked Paulo.

  “What do you mean?” Eric questioned him.

  “If you like Ianto, I assume that you don’t intend to keep him forever locked inside an apartment,” he explained.

  “I haven’t thought so far ahead; we are only living the present,” he replied.

  “What about you, Ianto? Have you already thought about what you want for your future, now that you aren’t completely free?” Paulo asked me.

  “What are you trying to do, Paulo?” asked Eric, tense and annoyed.

  “I’m just trying to help you guys. I worry about you both! You are my best friend and Ianto seem to be an excellent kid. I just don’t think this is a healthy relationship,” he clarified.

  “That’s odd because, if I remember things quite well, you also tried to buy him,” Eric teased him, making me uncomfortable to be between them. Paulo was right. No matter how understanding I was regarding having to stay locked in for the moment, I dreamed of being able to lead a normal life with Eric in the future. Which included being able to leave the apartment.

  “Yes, but I would never keep him imprisoned the way you do. He has a chip inside that can even kill him. You don’t have to restrain him inside these walls to remain in control. Every human been needs a bit of freedom and space not to get mad,” poin
ted Paulo.

  “Ianto is mine and he had already told me he is happy with the way things are now. Therefore, please keep your thoughts for yourself, at least this time,” said Eric, clearly angry.

  “Are you happy like this, Ianto? Don’t you wish to have your freedom back?” Paulo asked me. Eric remained silent, waiting for my answer.

  “I am happy, however…” I didn’t know what Eric would say, but lying wasn’t an option. I was terrible at it. “Yeah, I would really appreciate if, in the future, I would be allowed to contact the world outside. Having a normal life, even though I would still belong to Eric.

  “That’s what I thought,” said Paulo.

  “Paulo, it’s getting late. Unfortunately, I have to ask you to leave now,” said Eric, standing up.

  “Sure, no problem. It was a pleasure to see you again, Ianto. See you next time,” Paulo said his goodbyes, standing up and went to the door, escorted by Eric.

  When Eric came back, he passed me by, going upstairs while I was waiting for him by the sofa. I followed him to his bedroom where he threw himself in the bed on his back, breathing deeply. I watched him for a while without saying anything until he did it himself.

  “Am I wrong for trying to protect you from the outside world? To prevent anyone from stealing you from me?” he asked.

  “Of course not,” I said, getting closer and taking his hand.

  “I know that you want to get in touch with the world outside once again. And you will, I promise you! It is not safe yet, though. You are being chased by the police, Ianto. I worry about you. There’s no way for you to walk around the streets of the capital without taking the risk of being recognized,” said Eric.

  “You are right. I promise to be patient.”

  “Thanks for being so understanding,” said Eric, pulling me. I fell over his body and I realized we were cheek-to-cheek. He brought his lips to mine, initiating a kiss. I loved his fierce way to explore me with his tongue. His kissed showed all his excitement. I loved to feel myself desired by Eric.

  As soon as he parted our lips, his breath became heavy and he seemed to be preparing to say something to me.