Boy for Sale

by Icaro Trindade

  I started to suck his dick frantically while masturbating the part that I couldn’t put into my mouth in synchronized movements. After a while, Paulo took off his shirt, got rid of his pants and shoes, in order for me to have a better access to all his well-built body.

  Then, I decided to go to pay attention to his balls, while continuing to touch him. When I engulfed the first ball, he moaned loud, making me suck him earnestly, massaging it with my tongue. I wanted to put them both inside my mouth, but unlike mine, they were too large. I took turns between them and Paulo seemed to be enjoying it.

  When I tried to get back to his dick, he prevented me from doing so.

  “It’s enough. I want to fuck your ass now,” he stated and I agreed promptly, completely excited.

  I stood up and he guided me to the bed, where he placed me on my fours with my ass in the air, facing him.

  “Since we don’t have any lube, I’m going to prepare you to receive my dick,” he said before getting back to sucking my hole eagerly. My body was contorting whenever he seemed to want to fuck me with his tongue, penetrating me with it. I was rolling my hips more and more each time, so he could reach deeper inside me. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to feel him inside of me as soon as possible.

  “I want your dick now,” I begged him.

  “Fine,” he agreed, moving up and positioning his dick in my entrance.

  He rubbed his penis against my hole several times, in circular movements, making me almost beg him again to get inside of me at once. However, before I could say something, he started pushing inside. I cried in pain with the first attempt and moved my butt to take out the small part that had managed to enter.

  “Calm down,” he said, pulling my hips to him and positioning his dick once again to a new attempt. “Just relax!”

  I took a deep breath and signaled for him to try again. When he pushed hard inside one more time, the head managed to get in. My body contorted in pain and I asked Paulo not to move. The burn and the pain were unbearable.

  I tried to relax and took a deep breath and, as soon as the pain finally subsided, I asked him to keep on going. So, that’s what he did. He kept pushing his member slowly inside. The pain I was feeling was probably the result of hours earlier, when I had ridden Eric’s dick. It was normal for my ass to hurt a bit after we had sex, but there I was trying to give myself to another well-endowed man just a few moments later.

  I held on while he pushed and exhaled all the air from my lungs, feeling more relaxed when I realized that everything had gotten in.

  “Wait a minute,” I asked him and he tried to avoid any further movements while I tried to get used to all that volume inside of me. “Right,” I said, after a moment in that position, “you may go now.”

  Paulo then started moving and I was moaning loud at each new thrust. He made a point of taking almost everything out before pushing everything inside once again and that caused me an intense pleasure.

  He fucked me on all fours for a long time. When I looked behind, I could see him biting his lower lip while watching his dick getting in and out of me. At a certain point, he slapped my butt, which made me moan loud and get even more excited, but I couldn’t let him do that.

  “Don’t hit me,” I asked him. “Don’t leave any marks that Eric can notice later.”

  “Fine,” he agreed, taking his dick out of me. “Lay down on your back, now. I want to see your face while I fuck you,” he asked me and I complied.

  As soon as I laid down in bed, he positioned himself in front of me and raised my legs enough to push his penis once again inside of me. He went back to thrust forcefully never ceasing to look at me with that naughty smile on his face.

  Paulo was fucking me hard, but every time his moans got more intense, he slowed down. He was delaying his orgasm. Suddenly, he took my dick and started touching me while he kept moving inside of me with slow but firm thrusts. I was squirming, certain that I wouldn’t take too long to come.

  When finally Paulo gave in, he started moving faster and harder and I even tightened my ass around him to give him more pleasure. He moaned loud and filled me with his hot sperm. He had come so much that I could even feel a bit of it spilling from inside my hole.

  He faced me, gasping.

  “Your turn now,” he said and took his dick out of me, laying down with his head near my waist.

  He took my dick and covered it with his mouth, engulfing almost all of it in delicious back-and-forth movements. I moaned and squirmed in pleasure feeling my orgasm coming. Paulo slid two fingers between my legs and inserted them in my ass while sucking on me.

  When I felt myself at the top of the pleasure, I moaned loud and flooded his mouth with my sperm, which he swallowed promptly. He even licked every bit of my penis, cleaning it with his tongue before lying beside me and kissing me. I felt the salty taste of my cum on his tongue, which was lazily exploring mine.

  “Hungry?” he asked, moving away and staring at me while caressing my face with his fingers.

  “Starving,” I answered.

  “Let’s take a bath and eat, then.”

  I nodded in agreement and we got out of the bed.

  “You can turn on the shower. I’m calling the reception to ask for a cleaning service.”

  “Ok,” I said, going to the bathroom.

  Turning on the water, I got in the shower. The feeling of washing away the sweat from my body with the cold water was amazing, but now I was already wondering if I had acted correctly. Paulo had said he loved me and I had let him fuck me because I was annoyed and wanted to take revenge against Eric, which he wouldn’t even find out. I didn’t want to bring their friendship to an end.

  Less than two minutes later, Paulo got to the bathroom and got in the shower with me. We didn’t take long, but Paulo never stopped touching my body or hugging me. When we were finally dry and dressed, we went down in search of a place to eat.

  “What would you like to eat?” He asked me, in front of the hotel.

  “I don’t know. Anything. You may choose.”

  “Fine, then. Let’s go to that one, then. It is close and seem great,” Paulo suggested, pointing to the other side of the road, where there was a restaurant with a red facade.

  I agreed and we crossed the street as soon as the traffic lights got red. It was crowded with cars and people, all of them in a rush, probably returning to their jobs after the lunch break.

  When we got there, a man wearing the uniform of the restaurant welcomed us, probably a waiter.

  “Welcome to the Flavor of the Sea. Table for two?” The man asked us.

  “Yes, please,” Paulo answered. “I suppose this is a seafood restaurant, right?”

  “Correct,” the waiter answered, a bit wary. We looked at him unable to understand the reason behind that expression. “Here in Flavor of the Sea we serve fish and seafood, but I believe you know that in Sarnaut we are used to eat it raw, with dressings.”

  “Raw?” Paulo asked, laughing. “Well... This might be interesting. We will give it a try, right, Ianto?”

  “Sure,” I answered, even though I was not that sure. It didn’t seem such a great idea, but we were already there and I was starving.

  As soon as we sat at the table the waiter guided us to, he suggested us a mix with several of the dishes served by the restaurant. We agreed, since we didn’t know anything of Sarnaut’s cuisine and we ordered two sodas to go with it.

  Paulo wouldn’t stop looking into my eyes and that was bothering me. Deep inside, I was ashamed of what we had just done. Maybe I hadn't been fair to him. I didn’t want to hurt him. Due to what Eric had already caused me, I knew how painful it was, but I had already given him hope.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, noticing my silence.

  “Yes, of course,” I answered, but he didn’t seem to believe. Who would believe in any of my lies, after all?

  “Are you already regretting what we did?”

  “I don’t know…”

  �
�How can you not know? Do you regret it or not?”

  “Of course not. I’m just worried about your feelings, though. What you said about loving me. If that’s true…”

  “It is true!” he interrupted me.

  “I just don’t want to hurt you, Paulo. I think this was a mistake and, as always, I can only realize things after I’ve already done,” I said, embarrassed, even though it was true. I was always making people get in trouble because of my bad choices. I had caused my family’s ruin and now I was going to hurt a person who had worried about me since the beginning.

  “Why do you think it's a mistake?”

  “Eric was the one who bought me. He has power over me, no matter if he is being true to me or not. I think I made a mistake, for you love me and I gave you hope when we can’t be together because of this. I’m sorry, I’m an idiot!”

  “Ianto…” Paulo tried to speak, but we were interrupted by the arrival of two waiters. One of them brought us something like a small wooden boat filled with several kinds of food, most of them small rolls; the other one brought us our sodas.

  “I hope you’ll enjoy. If you need anything, just call us.”

  “There is no cutlery,” I informed them.

  “Oh, I’m sorry for not explaining it. We use these little sticks to eat, which we call hashi,” he pointed to them, which were placed beside the boat, inside a white paper wrap. “Don’t worry if you don’t know how to use it. They have elastic bands and require no practice at all.”

  “Thank you for that,” Paulo said and the waiters left.

  Once I needed a moment to calm down, I didn’t say anything else and took the hashi to my mouth in order to taste one of those delicacies, being surprised by the delicious taste. Paulo did the same and seemed to enjoy it as well. We tasted a bit of each type of food. There were only two of them I didn’t like. One of them had a green cream that set my mouth on fire. I almost died, so hot it was; it was like pepper! I drank almost all my soda in order to take that taste from my mouth while Paulo just laughed at me.

  When we felt satisfied, we faced each other again and Paulo seemed to want to return to the subject.

  “What were you going to say?” I asked, showing that it was fine for him to keep on talking about whatever he was saying before being interrupted.

  “I wanted to tell you that we can actually be together. As long as you want it,” he said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “If you tell Eric that you love me and want to live with me, he is going to sell you to me, I’m sure of it. He suffered a lot a few years ago for losing someone he loved, but who could never offer him the same love he felt. Therefore, he would never prevent you from living with the one you love.”

  “That would be cruel, though! He would feel hurt for losing me too. Besides, I've never said that I love you,” I said readily, revolted by the cruelty of that idea.

  “Relax. I know you don’t love me, that you love him. But, think wisely, Ianto. Consider how willing I am to give you a more earnest life and that I will never hide anything or lie to you. I know you don’t believe in Stockholm syndrome, but what if I’m right? I’m sure that being away from him will make you get back to normal. That includes trying to love me, truly and with no manipulation whatsoever.”

  I remained silent, considering what he had said, but mostly the way I have reacted. Why had I said that? A few hours ago, I was willing to hurt Eric, but I freaked out as soon as I heard Paulo’s proposition. Maybe I was overreacting. After all, maybe Eric wasn’t in love with me in reality and to stay away from him could really be a good idea, whether I was suffering from that Syndrome or not. However, since I had plans to escape, that could end up changing my plans. I needed time to consider.

  “You won’t tell him what we did, will you?” I asked, feeling anxious.

  “Of course not! Just, please, think about my proposition. I will be very glad if you come to live with me. You would have more freedom than you have now and someone to love you for real.”

  “Fine. I promise you I will think about it.”

  Chapter 17

  The rest of the trip went quietly. The deal was closed as planned. Eric and Paulo had great expectations for the future of that partnership.

  Paulo seemed pleased after we had sex and stopped trying to touch me every time Eric wasn’t around, but it felt uncomfortable to face him after what we had done. It was so strange to deal with the fact that I had sex with a man other than Eric.

  It was hard not to get lost in my thoughts. For several times, Eric asked me if everything was fine and that was making me more nervous each time. It wouldn't take long for him to demand me to tell him what was really going on, the more I lied, the more the words leaving my mouth sounded fake and he seemed to have already lost his patience with me. I had a great fear of him becoming aggressive with me again.

  When we finally returned to Alendor and arrived in front of our building, Eric stopped the car for Paulo to get off and walk to his own.

  “See you tomorrow. And stop it with this bad mood. We have just closed the deal of our lives; you should be jumping in joy!” Paulo told him. He was sitting at the passenger’s seat and I was in the back.

  “Talk to you later,” Eric's tone was dry and he just unlocked the door so he could leave.

  “All right. Good night,” Paulo said, getting off the car. “Bye, Ianto!” He bent down a bit, looking at me in the eye.

  “Bye,” I said a bit awkwardly. He just smiled and closed the door, walking towards his building.

  His proposal kept on hammering inside my head. Maybe things would be easier if I just stayed away from Eric, but it seemed such a difficult thing to do. At the same time that I wanted to run away, I felt like I was going to leave a very important part of me behind.

  Eric drove to the parking lot without a word and we went to our apartment carrying the suitcases. It felt like a walk at the death row. His mood had completely changed in the last hours and that scared the hell out of me.

  “Tell me at once,” he demanded as soon as we entered the apartment. He left his suitcase aside and turned to face me.

  “I d-don’t have anything to say,” I stuttered, my voice shaking. I had got to the end of the line. Eric would push me until I said something and I wouldn’t be able to lie.

  “Ianto, we have been together for long enough for me to know that you are a very bad liar and that you’re anything but fine. The trip was something for us to enjoy, but your head was always in the air and you answered me dryly and discouraged for several times. I just want to know the truth; I believe I’m entitled to it. Or have you forgotten that we are a couple?”

  “Are we really?” I asked this time, unable to hold back the tears. Damn it! Why couldn’t I be stronger? Lying to him and pretending to be fine in the last couple of days had been an emotional torture to me.

  “What do you mean by that? And why are you crying? I thought we were happy, that we were fine together,” he asked worriedly, seeming about to start crying as well.

  “I just can’t trust you anymore, Eric! There are so many lies and tricks. I thought you loved me!” I said, covering my face with my hands. I was shaking so hard that it felt as if I was about to fall down at any moment.

  Eric remained silent for a few moments in shock after what I have said.

  “I love you, Ianto, and I have never manipulated or lied to you! I would never do that,” he said, pulling my hands from my face and looking into my eyes. “Why are you saying those things?” he asked, letting the first tears rolling over his face.

  “I’ve heard many stories about things you have lied and hid from me.”

  “What stories? And from whom?” he asked, clearly nervous.

  I stayed in silence wondering what I should say. I had promised Lucy that I wouldn't tell him, but I had ruined everything by showing him my emotional instability.

  “Your… your work assistant,” I decided to talk about this first. I needed to get my emotions
ready for the moment when he would probably confirm he had deceived me about assisting my family. “Are you having an affair with him?” He looked at me, surprised.

  “Who told you this? Paulo?”

  “That’s not what matters. I just want to know the truth. Are you having an affair with him or not?”

  “Of course not!” He said promptly, but this time I didn’t feel any certainty in his answer. Maybe his ability to lie were faltering.

  “Eric, you left me locked up, without lunch, making me believe you were making arrangements for our trip while you were in a restaurant with him? Answer me!” Tears were rolling freely from my eyes and my chest was hurting badly.

  Eric stayed silent for a moment, he seemed unsure about what to say.

  “Tell me. I just want the truth, even if it hurts,” I begged.

  “We have never done anything, ever. I swear to you!” I stared at him unable to understand why he was acting that way if there was nothing going on. “The truth is that the moment he entered the company…”

  “Right after you have bought me?” I interrupted him.

  “Yes, a few days later,” he confirmed. “Since the moment he started working with me, there was this connection between us that is hard to explain. He seemed to understand me and I got closer to him slowly. We have never done anything, though. I was a bit attracted to him, but that’s all! I found out that he has fallen in love with me, but I never felt the same because I love you too much, Ianto! I invited him to lunch so I could explain that we could never have anything, for I was already in love with someone else. It hurt him a lot, but, in spite of everything, I would never exchange you for anyone else. I swear to you that's the truth. You have to believe me, Ianto!” He said, not even once dodging his eyes from mine.

  My legs faltered and I went to the couch, passing him by without saying anything. When I finally sat down, I held my head in my hands. My face was about to explode. Somehow, I believed his words and that was scary.