A gift for a man

A/N: Written as a fill for Spnkink-meme winter themed promt:
Sam was taken/given away as a child and raised as a sex slave that can be rented for money. Someone (up to you, could be OC) gives him to Dean as a Christmas present for a night. Dean doesn't know that Sam is his long-lost little brother but the guy who organized it does and gets off on it as he watches Dean fuck Sam good and proper

Warnings: Underage prostitution, wincest, references for child abuse

"It was a good work son."

Dean was baffled with his father's praise; it wasn't something he was used to. On the other hand, it was his first werewolf hunt and he had killed the mother-fucker with a single shot, silver bullet to the heart; saved his father's life as well. So, maybe he did deserve it.

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, stop playing coy; you deserved it. You saved two civilians today; I'm proud of you." John waited for a second for his words to sink in, and then continued, "I have a present for you, for both celebration of your first werewolf and the past Christmas. I'm sorry we had to spend it running after the monster this year."

"Come on dad. I'm 17, not 7." Dean answered, but he could not help this stupid grin spreading on his face.

"No kidding?" John teased his eldest while tousling his hair. "Why do you assume I got you kid stuff? You're a man now. I think it's time for me to treat you like one."

"Really? I mean, thank you sir."

"I'm gonna need some z's, long drive tomorrow. But, I arranged you a really good grown-up gift." John looked at his son's eyes, "I assume you know what to do with hired help."

"Sir?"

"Oh, come on Dean! How many times I caught you on action? Let's stop pretending."

Dean's face suddenly turned into bright red color; could not figure out how to respond.

"This is going to be different." John continued. "Ain't gonna be like with high school girls. I got you the best one in the area, will be here in half an hour. And, Dean."

"Yes, sir?" it came out more like wheezing.

"I paid for the whole night; you don't have to retire early. But, try to keep it quite; these walls aren't thick enough."

For Dean's relief, his father did not continue and left his shame-shocked son alone in the room. After John closed his door, Dean jumped to the bathroom. His father was right, he had plenty of action with girls in high school; but it wasn't that common that he could hit the fourth base. They had never stayed in one town long enough for him to cover all the previous bases before convincing the girls the final step. Girls always needed some flirting, some kissing, some more kissing with a little bit fondling, and more kissing. One thing Dean Winchester knew about girls for sure was that they loved kissing. Not that Dean didn't like it, but so far he could only get laid handful of times although the girls he had made out with were close to fifty. Yeah, he was counting; sue him.

He started the shower without losing anytime. He had never been with a prostitute before and was not sure how he was feeling about it. But, man! There was something so exciting at knowing for sure he was going to hit the goal tonight. He felt stupid putting aftershave for a… hired help… but; who cared? Dean loved smelling nice. And John told him that the girl was one of the best. Girl? Maybe it's going to be a woman? Fuck! like Elisabeth Shue in that movie with that stupid actor, Dick!olas Cage? Could it be? Would John do something like that? His father had told him that Dean was a man now, so maybe. Oh, man! OK, OK… It did not matter how old she was, Dean was sure he was going to remember tonight with a huge smile for a very long time. Dad said he got the best. Fuck, the freaking best! Dean could not wait for this stupid half hour to pass.

XXX

When the door rang, Dean had changed his hair style three times and his shirt ten. His heart was beating so loud that he was sure the hooker was going to think it was his first time. He opened the door, trying to look cool, cocking his eyebrow like he knew girls loved. But it wasn't the 30-something-hooker-with-a-golden-heart, at the door. It wasn't the girl-next-door type either. There was a boy at the door. A freaking boy! Probably lost or something; Dean should've checked before answering the door.

"Yeah?"

"You must be Ted?" The boy asked with a very sweet voice. He was young, really young; definitely younger than Dean -or Ted, his alias for the last gig.

"And you?"

The boy responded entering the room with a bright smile on his face. "I'm Billy, but you can call me anything you want handsome."

Dean did get that there was a misunderstanding. He did, but he was too confused and shocked to be able to answer. There was a freaking boy in the room and Dean knew he was not the pizza boy either. Billy took this chance to get close to the young hunter.

"Your daddy told me you might be shy. You have no reason to be sugar, I'll help you."

Dean stopped the boy when the soft hands met his callused ones.

"I'm sorry kid. But there's a misunderstanding."

"What?" Billy's eyes opened with curiosity and what Dean might call fear.

"I was… expecting a girl. I mean, no offense, but I'm not… you know."

Billy's hazel eyes clouded, "But, he asked for me, specifically."

"No, no, no… can't be. He knows that I'm not… you know; I'm into girls. I've never been with…"

"Maybe, he wants you to learn a thing or two, hmmm?" It wasn't the first time Billy tutored some twinks the art of pleasure for their sugar daddy. But, none of them had claimed that they were into girls. Maybe, the client was shy and could not ask this Adonis openly and ad thought this would be an easy way. It would not be stupidest thing a john did but that guy looked anything but shy. Seeing a jacket too big for Ted in the room, it was more likely that the guy was watching everything while hiding somewhere. Maybe the whole thing Ted was pulling was an act, could never tell what kind of kink the clients had. Whatever the reason, Billy did not really care. The guy had paid the money; he was going to get its worth. If he did lose a paid costumer, Seville would take it from his ass. There was no way Billy was going to leave the place without doing his job. He definitely did not need another training period with Seville.

Dean was completely lost. Was this a joke? Was John going to come out from his room laughing his ass off? He was not really expecting Dean to bang a kid, right? But when thought about it, Dean was not expecting his dad to offer him a prostitute period, male or female. So, he was in the unknown zone right now. Did John think he was bi, and trying to show that he was OK with this? Maybe John was bi? The kid mentioned learning something. Was this a way to showing his preferences to his son? No, no, no! Dean was not going to think about his dad having sex, never mind the orientation.

"Hey, relax. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want to." Billy had to take some control, the twink was freaking out. "And believe me, it's not too different than with a girl, I mean, an ass is an ass; right?"

Fuck! Dean had never… he had imagined it, imagined it a lot; but he had never thought it could be more than a fantasy. Backdoor acrtion! He had read so many forums, and watched so many porn about it that he could write an essay about it. Jimmy from the Somerville High told everyone it was sooo much better than the regular sex. Although Dean could not persuade even one girl to try so far, he was sure it would be awesome. But, but… doing it with a dude? Wouldn't it make Dean gay or something?

"If you want I can keep my panties on. You don't have to see anything you don't want to." Billy offered as if he could see right through Dean's mind. He got one step closer and added; his lips were dangerously close to the hunter's ear, "The same with the blow job, a mouth is a mouth. I can make it feel real good, believe me. My deep throat is legendary."

OK, now Dean was seriously considering banging the kid. And it wasn't only because of the legendary deep throat offer. Yeah that was a hard to resist offer, but also there was something with this boy. His breath was burning hot against Dean's neck and he smelled like… Dean did not have enough blood in his brain at the moment to decide what the boy exactly smelled like; but he really wanted to smell him more. And deep throat? Come on, it did not even have to be legendary. He really hoped that the whole thing was not a very bad, cruel prank.

Billy saw the change in Ted's eyes; he was going to roll with it. Thank god! This john was really good looking. Billy had never had someone like him before. He had mostly been with old guys and they had always asked some freaky shit. Seville's customers always asked for freaky shit. This one did not look like that. He looked terrified to have sex with a boy. Billy dared to hope it would be a nice night for a change. For once, it could be something he would not end up praying to forget. He hoped that the scary sugar daddy would not come out and join the act, changing everything for worse. The guy was huge, tough looking and scary-… Enough! It was time to work now, not daydreaming.

Billy slowly closed the distance between them; his scent became completely bewitching. Dean could not take his eyes from the hazel ones that were focused on his lips. He wanted to say something, anything… but nothing formed in his mind. And then, the boy opened his pink lips a little bit; angling his head. Dean could see the pink, wet tongue peeking between the shining lips. Then their lips connected. Dean was experienced with kissing; he had enough practice with many girls in different high schools. But something with this kid, this Billy, was different. It was different from the very beginning, from the moment he felt those lips touched his; Dean knew he was going to love kissing him. His nervousness gradually left him; lust took its place with a throbbing pace. Dean held the boy's neck without even realizing. His other hand was at the small of the boy's back; he slowly pulled Billy toward himself.

Dean was never going to complain again about how much girls loved kissing because apparently he was enjoying it way too much too. He was so happy with just kissing that he did not want to do anything else. He would be totally content, lying down with Billy and making out all night. He realized that would not be the case when his very interested prick jumped under his pants with the slightest touch to the boy's legs. It was not going to be the case then. He was going to… oh God, if only he could stop kissing these delicious lips.

Billy was happy; as happy as he could be with a john. This one was not only good-looking, he was kissing like…- he did not know like what. Not that many of his customers wanted him to kiss and the ones who did, enjoyed biting. Seville himself loved biting. The guy had always told Billy that he enjoyed the taste of his boys' blood, that he could tell from that taste if they had behaved or not. Billy knew it was not the case since not once his blood told Seville that Billy had been good. Their so called kissing had always ended with punishments. But this john was just kissing him; kissing him nice and long. He acted like he actually enjoyed 'just' kissing. And Billy did not require that needy touch of the impressive prick to know that was the fact.

Billy liked being a tutor, considering the alternative. He obviously did not have the chance much, but having the control –even though it was not a total control- was nice. He enjoyed not being thrown around, pushed down or tied down. Although, in this case he was not given the specifics of what he was supposed to teach, so he was a little worried. He did not see the usual instruments that his clients used. There was no cuffs, no paddles, no… actually there was nothing. So, maybe it was not a teaching job. Whole deal was confusing from the beginning. He had felt it at the moment Seville called for him. The guy was way too nervous with the sugar daddy. He asked Billy to do whatever it takes to make him happy. And if Billy did not know better, he would have thought Seville was scared of the client. But Seville had always been the man who scared the people, not the other way around. So it had o be something else.

OK, enough idling. He had to initiate next step since if he left it to the john, they might never do anything other than kissing. Although Billy did not know what he was exactly hired for, he was sure that the guy did not pay for him only to kiss his boy. Seville's boys were never cheap. Slowly, he pulled the young man toward himself while lowering his lips. He passed through the newly shaved neck with few licks and kisses. Making sure his body slid through that attention seeking cock, Billy slowly kneeled in front of Ted.

The kid was going down on him. When that smooth face pressed over his hard cock, Dean was almost loosing it. He held himself tight for couple of seconds. When he came back, he realized the soft fingers already found their way into his underwear, taking the aching organ out. He watched Billy licking the tip of his dark red shaft. The kitten-like touches were going to kill him if Billy would not take it in anytime soon. But the boy looked so freaking sexy like that, napping on his precum. Fuck! He was so damn sexy.

"Christ! Billy, just… please take it in. Please."

Ted sounded like crying. Billy knew, although most of the clients loved listening to his sobs, it would not be appreciated if he made a client cry. So, he took the prick inside his mouth right away. Ted was close, Billy could tell. But considering how young he was, probably it would not be a problem if he made him cum so soon. He took it in slowly; bobbing his head up and down while turning it around the organ. With every down motion he took a little bit more, until his nose pressed to the base of the penis. Ted made a lovely whimpering sound when his prick passed Billy's throat.

"Billy. I'm … I'm gonna… God!"

Billy decided in case the daddy was watching he would prefer a show, so he took the penis out and let the guy to cum on his face.

This was the most beautiful scene Dean had ever witnessed. He cummed so much, he almost covered the boy's face. Billy looked so beautiful covered with his jizz. Then, the boy licked his penis again. Fuck! Dean was going to lose his mind watching his cock disappearing inside this hot mouth, coming back all cleaned and shining.

"Fuck!"

Billy smiled. Ted was enjoying this and he was showing his pleasure with every breath he took. He kept looking at Billy with lust, awe and gratitude… Gratitude was not something Billy was used to. His clients had always expected him to be grateful to them; for letting him to touch their precious cocks, to eat their elite cum, to be trained by their noble hands… But not this one; he was not only feeling it, he was showing his appreciation freely. Billy might even have enjoyed the feeling if he did not catch the eyes watching him from the peep-hole on the wall. The hole was covered well, but Billy was good at his job; figuring out where the client was and what they want you to do was half the job. So, the daddy was watching. Ted either deserved an Oscar or he had no idea what was going on. Billy really hoped it was the first case. He did not want this pretty boy to be a victim of that scary guy. But, it was not Billy's problem. He was expected to put a show and that's what he'd do. He expertly wiped the jizz on his face using Ted's cock and cleaned the still hard organ in his mouth; extracting beautiful moans from the young man.

XXX

Azazel's eyes –through John Winchester's body- were locked on the Winchester boys. Little Sammy was darn sexy on his knees, giving head to his older brother. Azazel had been furious when he had found that his favorite special boy had been with the fucking he-witch, been turned into a high-class hustler, been rented to sick pervs… Of course Seville had no idea about the boy's destiny; he only had stolen the son of a hunter who had killed his mate. For Seville, it was only fair to kidnap the son of his enemy and add him to his exclusive brothel for pervs. Azazel had almost burnt the freaking he-witch right there and then when he finally had found him. The guy had been a total pain in the ass. It took the demon years to figure out where the boy was since Seville was paranoid with the hiding spells- John Winchester was not the only one after him or his boys. But the witch had come with an excellent plan to return the future boy-king to his family and to protect him against any further threat.

For Azazel, it would not really matter if the boy-king was a hustler or a hunter or selling crappy cheeseburgers in a rundown bar; he was not a prude. But, he needed Sam to be sharp, strong and ready when the time eventually comes. What chance a hustler could have against the other special kids when they were competing to become the boy-king. That was, if the poor kid could live long enough under those conditions. Seville's boys had it hard; hard even for underage hustlers' standards. Although the witch used all his art to keep his boys healthy and alive, Azazel saw how they had been used mercilessly. He watched how Seville cleaned Sam's skin from the nasty welts, cuts and bruises; there was no need for an explanation to understand it was a daily deal for all the boys. And Azazel knew that no matter how much magic their owner used to keep their body living, there was a limit on the amount of torture human soul could endure.

Seville deserved some credit for his training skills though; the scene playing in front of the demon was exquisite. Apparently, Sam had learned his lessons well during the last five years with Seville. Azazel wished he could get in there and join the fun the Winchester boys having. He would definitely enjoy that little mouth around his –oh, John's!- cock. Knowing how devastating it would be for the hunter to do such thing would definitely double the pleasure. But he could not jeopardize the relation between John and his son. Azazel knew that Dean, being a horny teenager he was, would never feel as much guilt for fucking his long-lost brother. He would definitely feel horrible, but only enough to devote his life for him; not to a degree to drown himself in bottles like John already was only inches away from doing so. With a slight nudge, the hunter might end up killing himself and leave the boys alone before finishing Sam's very necessary training. Azazel was nothing if not patient, he could wait. After his job was done here, he'd go get himself couple of virgins to defile just to get the edge off. But again, it did not mean he could not enjoy the show.

Damn! Little Sammy had learnt very well with Seville. When his hazel eyes met with Johns' through the small peep-hole, the boy kept doing whatever he was doing without a flinch. Azazel felt John's cock came to life under his pants. Too bad the hunter was not awake watching the show. He could imagine how hard John would have tried to get free, to save his sons, to stop this wrongdoing. John would definitely recognize his son, although the kid had changed tremendously. He was no longer the kid with cute little face on his chubby body, but a tall teenager with little-to-non meat covering the long bones. Nevertheless, the hunter would have recognized him and tried everything in his power to stop Dean to screw his little brother. Oh, well; no need to dwell on would-have's now. Azazel would settle with the youngest Winchester's performance. The little devil –how he loved the expression- was now playing with his older brother's jizz which was spread all over his face. Azazel watched Dean's not-yet-soften-prick, covered with cum to disappear between the fucked out lips only to reappear all clean and shining with Sam's saliva.

OK, maybe just watching was not going to be enough. Considering how horny the young hunter was, the whole thing might not finish for a long time, and there was a limit on Azazel's patience. So, John's hand should do the work until the demon was ready for the virgins. Azazel felt how heavy the hunter's sack was. John probably had not had a lucky break for a while. And it seemed like running after a werewolf in the blizzard with his teenage boy next to him all the time had been hard on privacy; there was enough juice in these balls to keep Azazel happy for a while. He wished John could know how he was going to erupt watching his boys banging each other while moving the hunter's hand over his erect penis. It's going to be a fun night.

XXX

Dean was mesmerized by the way the boy licking him clean. His prick was held with such elegance and care that it was maddening. Billy's face was soft without any facial hair and slick with spunk and spit; making the slide of his dick over the delicious looking cheeks overly sensual. The boy's tiny tongue was peeking between the fucked-out lips now and then, sliding over that sensitive spot under the head of his cock. Dean was getting harder again before having a chance to soften completely.

Billy did not stop until his face was cleared from the jizz and Ted's prick was ready to go again. He looked at the beautiful green eyes locked on him and put his best mischievous smile. This trick was seriously good-looking but what intrigued Billy was that he was treating him real nice. Ted had not tried to push himself further inside his throat like the rest of his customers, not tried to choke him; not even pulled his hair. He could certainly do all of these and more. He might be young and looked like a twink but he was strong, really strong. He certainly was not a muscle gun, but Billy could feel the strength hidden in the tightening muscles under his hands. But strangely, Billy was not afraid of him. Ted was looking at him in such a way that it made him feel safe. Even though he could feel the daddy's dark eyes on him, he felt secure as if this youngster could protect him.

But he knew better. He was never safe, not with a client or without. Also, Billy was not blind to the scars on the firm abdomen in front of him. He did not have to guess who gave this beautiful boy these nasty scars. Not all the masters could heal their boys like Seville. Suddenly panic started to rise inside Billy. Was that the reason the guy rented him? It had to be. He had this really good looking boy at home; why else would he hire someone else? He could not heal his boy and probably had not wanted too many scars on his pretty face so, decided renting one of Seville's boys. He was going to go really hard on him then. Shit! Why did he start thinking about it? He should not spend his time on what would or would not happen; he was not paid to worry. He was here to give them whatever they ask and maybe pray that they would not break any bones. Broken bones did hurt like a bitch for days, even after Seville healed them.

Billy shut the door on the panicking thoughts and stood up. He got closer to his young client's face to give him another kiss, carefully, in case this customer did not like the taste of his own spunk. But apparently Ted did not mind; he caught the offered lips with passion; his tongue invading Billy's mouth, sucking his kiss. Billy felt his feet lifted off from the floor. Strong arms hugged him tightly, one under his butt securely holding him him. Billy wrapped his legs around the lusty waist to hold his weight but did not let the kiss go. Ted carried him gingerly towards the queen bed. And he was so different from the other tricks; instead of dragging him like a stray dog, this one was carrying him like his bride. He did not throw him to the bed either; bent over and carefully placed him on it without minding the stress he was putting on his own back. But what affected Billy most was how the young man looked at him. Ted looked at him with something in his eyes, like… like love. Not that Billy could recognize love; he had never seen it before. But it felt like he remembered being loved; from an old memory maybe? Or from a dream? As if he had seen these green eyes pouring love onto him before. He could feel the love flooding through them; washing him, making him forget where he was or who.

Dean was lost in the boy's eyes. He did not want to quit kissing, not even for a moment. The boy was so delicious, even the foul taste of his spunk could not change it. But there was something in the boy's eyes; something Dean could not put his finger on. He could sense the fear and pain inhabiting there; but they were not what affected him. Was that hope he saw in those hazel eyes? Was this too young boy hoping that Dean could help him, save him from his life? Dean would do it. He would do anything to clear that pain and fear. He would do anything to make the boy's smile to reach his eyes; anything to keep him safe, keep this enticing scent close. He buried his head in the boy's delicate neck to inhale the captivating scent. A very quite moan rose from the boy and Dean could not help his grin. He attacked the same point just above the boy's collar bone and a very seductive sigh told him that he was right about the sensitive spot. He kept licking, sucking and kissing the boy's neck, pulling delicious noises from the youth under him. The boy was getting restless, but it was obvious that he was also trying to hold himself. Dean stopped his ministrations and raised his head,

"You don't have to stop yourself, Billy. I want you to enjoy it too."

Billy did not understand this john at all. He had been expecting that there would be an end for all this soft, sensual touches; that his client would replace them with a cruel hand. But so far, Ted kept treating him like he was somebody. Unintentionally his eyes slid to the peep-hole. When he confirmed that there was no objection in the dark eyes staring at them he answered,

"Okay."

Ted's mouth, which had founded those points on his neck, was now moving down. The strong hands were working on his shirt, opening the buttons one by one. With every inch of skin emerging, Ted's mouth was there to play, kiss, lick or suck. Billy did not understand what was happening to his body. He had never, ever enjoyed any of the touches of his tricks before. He could hardly raise his prick even when they had directly worked on it. But now, with this john, he could feel his cock was hard, heavy and desperately seeking some attention. His nerves were screaming and it took all of Billy's training to hold himself not to hump on the leg grazing his crotch. He had hard time keeping his hands under control too. His whole body went crazy. His lungs were not working properly, his breathing got heavy, he could not keep sounds running from his mouth and he was shaking all over. When he felt the hot tongue passing by his nipples, he could not help but yell.

"Please!"

"Please what baby?" He could feel Ted's smile even though he could not see it.

He could not answer. He was supposed to teach the boy, wasn't he? He was supposed to be helping a shy boy. But this one, oh! he knew everything. He knew how to touch, how much pressure to apply, how long to keep… he knew everything. But why? Why was he doing all these to him, to a hustler? Was daddy getting off with the show maybe? He wanted to watch how good his boy was, what he could do? Billy lost the ability of constructing his thoughts when Ted's skilful tongue passed over his navel. He squeezed the sheets tight not to push the blond head further down, towards his angry, rebellious cock.

Dean loved the sounds he was pulling from the boy, loved the way the lad was trembling under him. He had no idea he could do these to a boy, to a rent boy. But, fuck! He felt the each sound echoing in his heart; each trembling was going straight to his cock. He felt the boy was trying to control his hips, which brought the realization of there was another penis next to his, needing urgent attention. His mouth was close to the boy's groin now. Was he going to do it? The boy apparently wanted. Duh! Who wouldn't? But Dean had never even thought about doing this. He had done it to girls before. They had been all shy but always dripping at the end. Some had smelled funny, but Dean had done it anyways, even if it was only to get reciprocation. But to a boy? He could say there wasn't as much hustle; at least he knew exactly where to touch; how different it could be from his own. He was sucking rest of the boy's body anyway; it should not be much different. And what was the worst case scenario, he could just stop if he did not like it. What was the boy gonna do, not going to prom with him?

Billy heard Ted snorting right on top of his belly. He snorted while sucking under his navel! Was he planning something? Was he going to tantalize him? Was he going to mock him because he stupidly expected getting pleasure from a john? Was he-… The fingers unzipping his jeans and seeking his cock stopped Billy's fears. The hand was so hot on his prick; holding it firmly but gentle at the same time. Billy was going to explode when the so-skilled tongue licked over his length. He had experienced so called blow jobs before; but they had always involved more teeth than lips. No one had ever put gentle licks like these over his prick before. And god, it was unbelievably amazing. When Ted finally sucked his cock, Billy literally saw white. The john's performance might not be the greatest but that gentle sucking was just perfect for Billy. It was warm, wet and noisy; and Billy was afraid he might cum right away. He could not afford risking emptying his balls into a client's mouth.

"Ted! Sir! Please. Ted…I'm.. I can't… please."

Dean could not dare to let the lad cum into his mouth. Although the boy smelled delicious all over, he was afraid that spunk might leave a foul taste or smell. He took the organ out and started using his hand to bring the boy to the end. And the boy came; like he was dying. The too thin body was stretched impossibly, eyes shut and teeth squeezed. Dean drank the view in front of him. He felt a sudden jealousy when he heard that the boy was calling his alias and not his name.

"Call me Dean, angel. Will you?"

"Dean…" Billy managed calling between heavy breaths. He was swimming in his post orgasmic haze, the pleasure covered all his senses and pushed the fears away.

Dean watched the boy for a little while, enjoying the delicious pink color the soft cheeks turned into. And then he gave a tentative try to the smell of the boy's sperm lying on his skinny belly. It did not smell any different than his own; maybe less strong. Although he was dying with curiosity, he decided against tasting it. He really did not want to risk anything shadowing tonight's experience.

The boy was finally recovering. The hazel eyes were open again but with the fear residing in them. He was worrying his lips like crazy. And he looked so much younger now. Dean reached the reddened lips and saved them from the white teeth's torture. The boy opened his mouth instinctively for Dean's fingers.

"You look so beautiful, baby." He wanted to tell the boy that he was safe with Dean, that he did not need to worry about anything anymore, that he got him, that he'd never, ever let anything bad happen to him… But his brain stopped working when the little pink tongue peaked between those lips and worked on his thumb. Dean realized his cock was relentless underneath him. He let his thumb run a little deeper inside the hot mouth and enjoyed every sensation the boy gave him.

Billy was completely lost. He was an experienced hustler; he had been working for Seville for years. But this client was so different than all the others who had hired him before. He knew that Seville asked way too much money for his boys. They were special, not your regular street hustler. People, rich people, sick people would come to Seville. They paid sackful of money to do whatever they pleased with his boys, whatever too painful or too dangerous to do with others. So, Billy did not get why anyone would pay that much money only to do the stuff that could be easily done with a regular hustler. Why would anyone pay for Seville's boys while they can get it for couple of hundreds tops? Hell, Ted –no, Dean- did not have to pay anything. He could get anyone with these green eyes, sinful lips. Dean could even convince them to pay him instead.

And what was the deal with the freaking name. Billy was almost going to remember someone named Dean; from the past, before Seville... His past was completely in dark. He did not know whether it was Seville's doing or because of plain human psychology, but he could not remember anything. And it had not mattered before; he belonged to Seville, no need to remember anything else. But now, with these sparkling green eyes looking at him; for the first time he wanted to remember; to know why he felt so close to those eyes, why the name was touching somewhere inside his gut, why he wanted to hug him and never let go.

But the eyes from the peep hole came to his focus and the magic was gone. He was a hustler, paid for whole night and he had a job to do. He opened his legs to give 'Dean' a better access. He hugged the slim waist with his legs and reached down for the impressive prick to guide it to its rightful place.

"Oh! I… I need to put condom."

Condom? Why would he need condom? Seville kept his boys clean and healthy; it was given. But hey, client gets what client asks; but he did not carry condoms.

"I don't have any."

"I got it somewhere in here." Dean was baffled. What kind of hustler goes without condom? Dean might not have much experience but he knew this was bad. If the kid used to do it without protection, then… No, no, he did not want to think about it. He slid the condom over his throbbing cock and was back again on top of the boy.

"Do… do you need some prep?"

"What do you mean?" This client was so different and Billy was having really hard time to understand him. What did he mean that if Billy needed anything? Billy was here to satisfy his clients' needs not the other way around.

"I mean. Am I supposed to open you up or something? Lube? I don't think I have lube."

"I have some lube if that's what you want. And if you like me opened up, I can do it too." Then he asked tentatively, "Do you want me to?"

"Yeah. I guess. I don't want you to hurt."

Billy reached his jeans and took the little tube he brought. Some clients did not like their precious cocks to get chafed so he always carried some lube. But he had never been with anyone asking him to open up before. Seville made sure his boys were tight as virgin after each client. And, the clients did enjoy the tightness. The more Billy was screaming, the more he was bleeding, the harder his clients were cumming. But again, this john was different. He apparently did not want Billy to hurt. Oh, well, he'll open himself then. Maybe daddy wanted some show.

Billy lay down on the bed and pulled his knees up, presenting a generous view of his genitals. He made sure angling himself correctly so that the peep-hole could cover the show he was putting and slid one lubed finger in his tight pucker. Dean's eyes were glued to the thin finger disappearing inside the tight hole. He was watching it with the same awe and enthusiasm of a ten years' old in a magic show and Billy could not think of another word to describe it but adorable. When he upgraded to two fingers and started scissoring; the impatient hands of the young man found their place on Billy. He stroked, pet and caressed every inch of the slim body. When Billy joined his third finger into the game, he heard a whimper rising from his client.

"Billy!"

"We can start whenever you want."

"Are you… you sure I can…" Dean made an absurd gesture with his hands, "fit in?"

Thrust this john to ask the most ridiculous questions; of course it would fit; Billy had gotten so much bigger things than a penis in there. But he could not banter a client.

"Don't worry."

But Dean did not shove himself in as Billy expected. He gave him a questionable look and continued,

"Keep going. I really don't want you to get hurt, baby. I don't have much experience in this, but I can see that you need more prep."

He was right. Billy needed time for his hole to be relaxed enough to accept Dean's cock without pain. But, he had never kept a customer waiting for so long before, he was not supposed to indulge himself when a client waiting with an angry red prick. Maybe he should have lied, told him that he was ready. Billy could take that pain easily without showing. But before he could say anything, he felt his lips were attacked by Dean's luscious ones. The young man kissed him with the same passion; long and wet while his big hands were stroking Billy's cock gently. Billy was going to lose himself in the world of sensations. Like everything else with this john, the feeling of something penetrating his ass was pleasing. Before long, he started moaning under the young man, his uncontrollable hips were humping into the firm hand. When Dean left his mouth for a deep breath, he could not help but beg him to start fucking.

"I'm ready. Dean, please. I'm ready."

"You sure this time?"

"Please… Fuck me already." He was afraid that any second this pleasure might turn into something bad and wanted to get as much as he still could. He was sure he would not have a chance like this ever again.

Dean was already having hard time controlling himself, so he did not let the boy continue begging even though he enjoyed being begged so prettily. After using excessive amount of lube he aligned himself and pushed as gently as he could. The asshole slowly gave way to the intruder. Although he wanted to see every second of the penetration, Dean could not take his eyes from the boy's face. He had to be sure that it was all pleasure and not pain making Billy squirm under him. The heat, the pressure, the tightness was incredible. It was a great challenge to control himself, not to push all the way and start pumping right away. When he finally bottomed, he could not keep his eyes open.

"Baby, you're fucking amazing."

"Please… just fuck me. Please."

Dean opened his eyes and drank the view of the wanton body trembling under him. He was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; grinding himself on Dean's cock. Dean could not hold himself any longer; trying to be as gentle as possible he pulled himself almost all the way and pushed again into the furnace searing him with pleasure. When he was sure that the boy was not in pain, he securely increased his tempo. When he pushed a fourth time into the channel, he felt a sudden shudder in the boy. He was going to stop right away afraid of hurting the kid but he quickly realized it was pleasure making Billy go crazy. He kept the same angle for the next push to receive the same effect from the kid. It was amazing the way the boy was tightening around his cock, eyes rolling back and his voice… He must have found the kid's prostate. Yeah, Dean knew about prostate, being a teenage boy meant non-discriminative reading when it came to sex. He raised the boy's legs so that Billy could wrap them around his waist and started going postal.

Billy was lost; all his training as well as his ability to form coherent thoughts were gone. Dean was pounding into him but it was nothing like his previous experiences. The prick was forcing itself inside his ass with an incredible force but all Billy could feel was pleasure; especially when it was pushing right… right there. He could not control his body, his heels were poking into Dean's ass, his hands were holding the taut arms tight enough to leave bruises, and his voice was fleeing from his lungs… Billy had no idea what he was saying but he was loud; moaning, yelling, begging… In his haze Billy hardly heard Dean talking to him,

"Are you gonna come for me baby boy? Come for me, Billy. Come on, babe."

And Billy came. Just like that. Without stroking himself. With only the occasional squeeze between their bodies when Dean pushed balls deep, and that incredible sensation in his ass. He spilled all over his and Dean's belly repeating a single word like a hymn:

"Dean, Dean, Dean…"

Dean had thought that the boy was tight before, now he was a fucking vise. The warm channel was clenching on him; pulling his orgasm by force, milking every single drop of sperm left in his balls. He kept coming for what felt like hours. When he was sure that there was nothing left inside him to spill, and his prick stopped twitching like crazy, he carefully left the tightness engulfing him. He raised his eyes to the boy and for the first time, he saw the hazel eyes smiling; smiling at him.

"You're amazing, Billy. Fucking amazing."

Billy could not say anything at first because what came to his tongue was plain stupid. Thankfully his training was coming back before he blathered. But these green eyes…

"Dean… " his voice was all scratchy. How much had he yelled for god's sake?

"Shhh, it's OK. Let's get some rest, huh? I don't know you baby boy, but I do need to catch up my breath."

And just like that, he rolled over, lying on his back. Billy kept looking at him, not knowing what to do. But Dean did not left him in vain; pulled him towards his chest, hugged him tightly. Billy positioned his head on the wide shoulder offered to him, and placed his arms around the still pounding chest. He let himself indulge in this dream; listening to the soothing heart beat and repeated in his head over and over what he could not confess out loud, 'I love you'.