A/N- I wish I owned an Orli-whore, but I don't. This is based on his
rentboy from Wilde, its just for a touch of fun that few people will
probably ever read but that's beside the point.
Chapter 1-
Some people look at me like their my fucking judge and jury, usually I just smile at them and tip my hat to them, blow a smoke ring around their heads. Once it was this proper looking chap and I blew him a kiss. He looked repulsed and I was laughing my arse off for two blocks. God I loved playing with their minds.
"Michael!" I heard my brother's voice behind me. Maybe it was just that younger brother handicap of mine but I always thought that he sounded like a girl and he looked a mite like one and I didn't understand why he was so bloody popular. If they wanted women, why did they come to our section of the street? And I told him so day in and out but he never listened to me.
"What the bloody hell do you want James?" I turned and blew some smoke right into his face and giggled as he coughed.
"Really Michael! Rupert hates that smell!"
"Rupert Hannigan? Again? That's the third time this week, you should start charging him rent for the sperm that's still in you from the last time." I suggested but James tutted like a mother hen at me and told me to leave off Rupert because Rupert was his best (as in richest and most frequent) looser..I mean customer...and if not for Rupert I would, what was the exact phrase?, oh yes, be starving in a gutter fighting the rats for scraps.
"Michael, I don't want to get into this with you but Rupert asked me something a bit....odd but very important."
"What now?" I asked getting the feeling that I was going to be dragged into that filthy, fifty year old butcher's bed and I was going to reek of liverwurst afterwards.
"His brother and his wife just came in to town, his brother wants a boy for the night and..."
"You volunteered me." I rolled my eyes at him, "You know I hate it when you do that."
"He's richer then Rupert Michael!" James looked like a kid in a candy store, "He's a lawyer in the heart of London and his wife is also the Prime Minister's niece. She's in on it by the way, apparently she caught her husband with a rent boy in London and she has decided for everyone's good to keep quiet so if she's there don't panic."
"Breathe lad! Breath between your sentences!" I patted him on his back but he just took my arm in his and starting skipping down the street, Rupert's house was around the corner.
"Sorry Michael I'm just too excited. Aren't you?"
"Ecstatic." The big difference between me and my brother was that he got emotionally attached to all his customers, remembered their names and their favorite colors and their favorite positions. I just didn't give a damn, it was money and money meant food and clothing and occasionally more cigarettes (of which my supply was running low).
"Michael, just a bit of information." I rolled my eyes because I didn't bloody care but James got me into this business and James showed me the ropes and it gave him such a surge to be the big brother that I let him play that game every once in a while. So he continued and I pretended to listen, "The husband's name is Justin and his wife's name is Lianna, he's 45 she's 19 and your supposedly 18."
"James dear boy I'm 25."
"I know but Justin likes them young and you can pull off twelve if you try."
I did not appreciate that but I had no time before James was ringing Rupert's doorbell, it was opened a moment later by a pretty young girl wearing a fancy dress who smiled at us and asked, "May I help you, gentlemen?"
I smiled when I was called gentlemen, she was obviously the rich wife of the lawyer fag because she would've known James and I as Rent boys from a block away if she lived there and wasn't just visiting. She batted her eyelashes at me and I winked at her, sucking on my cigarette until it was basically gone then tossing the butt into the streets and exhaling through my nostrils.
James cleared his throat, "We're here to see Mr. Hannigan."
"Are you expected?" She asked calmly.
"Yes."
"For which Mr. Hannigan?"
"Both of them I believe." James replied and she smiled warmly and opened the door, "Rupert and Justin told me to expect you both, come in come in! The night is nippy and I would have to have anyone getting ill."
James and I both stepped inside the well decorated apartment and the girl extended her hand to us, "Good evening, I'm Mrs. Hannigan, Justin's wife, but please call me Lianna. I assume that you know where to go, Rupert said that one of you is normally here often enough." James nodded and smiled broadly at her, "That would be me, my brother Michael is here on request."
Lianna looked me over, "He will like you. He likes his boys young and angelic looking and you fit that description perfectly. Anyways if either of you would like something to eat I'd be happy to make it. I'll be in the library until 11, then out in the gardens until midnight and I'll be in the downstairs bedroom after that, feel free to find me if you need anything."
James kissed her hand and began showering her in compliments, "Why aren't you just the most perfect hostess! I have never been treated so kindly in all my life madam, thank you very much. I might I say that that is an absolutely darling dress."
She blushed and replied, "I believe everyone deserves kindness, now please, I wouldn't want to keep the boys waiting any longer. They've been counting the seconds to your arrival, their quite excited."
I was not to be outdone by James so I kissed her hand as well, "I'm sure they are, Lianna."
With that we went upstairs and almost as soon as the bedroom door was opened Rupert grabbed James and kissed him so intensely that I swear to God I could feel his erection from across the bloody room. Justin wobbled out to see me, he was a fat chap with teenager acne and enough bodily fur to qualify as a mammoth but I smiled at him seductively and quirked an eyebrow, "Pleasure meeting you sir."
He grunted and pulled me towards him, pushing me onto the carpet instead of being patient enough for a bed. He all but ripped my clothes off me and kissed me heatedly, his pace fast and rough and for a moment I was shocked that he was married to the petite thing downstairs, I was going to have to find out if they actually had sex because if so I was going to ask her to explain the physics of it to me. He took me in his hand and stroked me, he was squeezing a mite hard but I was moaning soon, and I could feel his hardness against my belly.
"You're an angel." He kept saying and eventually he flipped me on my stomach and I felt him push himself into me so violently that I screamed and quickly turned it into a groan. He bought it, lucky me, but it wasn't over, thrust after violent thrust until he was close to his fucking release, "I'm coming but don't you dare."
With that I felt him spill inside of me and it was not difficult to contain my release, it wasn't coming, it wasn't near coming, I was even loosing the hard on. It's not that I hated my job, but I hated fucking chaps like Justin day and night. Its not like I was ever offered that half decent gents with faces I could tolerate. Justin flipped me on my back and I felt like a pancake for a minute. I didn't know what he was doing until he took me in his mouth and was sucking on me. He was better with his tongue then with his dick, something to be thankful for. I didn't need to force myself to come, I came after about five minutes and he swallowed my essence greedily. Afterwards he looked like he had just drunk a cup of milk and looked ready to tuck into bed. He took my hand and interlaced our fingers, leading me to a bedroom off to the side. I was happy, I was going to have rug burn in some odd areas but I had had a shitty day and was not in the mood for an encore.
"Good job, laddy. What's your name?"
"Michael," I told him, "Michael Yorks."
"Care for a cigarette, angel?"
I took one for now and stuck one behind my ear for later. He snuggled up against me and whispered, "You look tired, are you?"
"Very, it was a long day." I lied, I was tired I was just aggravated but hopefully tired would get me off the hook. I wasn't in the mood right now.
"We all have one now and then, well then I'll see you in the morning, angel, don't leave."
With that he closed his eyes, let out a great yawn and fell asleep. I thought he was a dumb fuck, I wasn't going anywhere until I had my money but right now, I was moneyless and therefore was sticking around.
He smelled, for a lawyer he smelled an awful lot like a butcher and I was just hoping that he and his brother weren't doing things they shouldn't be doing. I rubbed my bum, I wish he had put some lubricant in before him, it was a bit tender.
I was restless, sleep wouldn't come and I had two cigarettes dying to be smoked, I put on a pair of pants and a loose shirt and tiptoed into the garden. I didn't know what time it was but it must've been between eleven and midnight because I saw Mrs. Hannigan walking among the roses.
I figured now was a good time to ask her about her sexual history with my newest client.
A/N- well?? Comments, questions? Reviews! Reviews would be much appreciated.
Chapter 1-
Some people look at me like their my fucking judge and jury, usually I just smile at them and tip my hat to them, blow a smoke ring around their heads. Once it was this proper looking chap and I blew him a kiss. He looked repulsed and I was laughing my arse off for two blocks. God I loved playing with their minds.
"Michael!" I heard my brother's voice behind me. Maybe it was just that younger brother handicap of mine but I always thought that he sounded like a girl and he looked a mite like one and I didn't understand why he was so bloody popular. If they wanted women, why did they come to our section of the street? And I told him so day in and out but he never listened to me.
"What the bloody hell do you want James?" I turned and blew some smoke right into his face and giggled as he coughed.
"Really Michael! Rupert hates that smell!"
"Rupert Hannigan? Again? That's the third time this week, you should start charging him rent for the sperm that's still in you from the last time." I suggested but James tutted like a mother hen at me and told me to leave off Rupert because Rupert was his best (as in richest and most frequent) looser..I mean customer...and if not for Rupert I would, what was the exact phrase?, oh yes, be starving in a gutter fighting the rats for scraps.
"Michael, I don't want to get into this with you but Rupert asked me something a bit....odd but very important."
"What now?" I asked getting the feeling that I was going to be dragged into that filthy, fifty year old butcher's bed and I was going to reek of liverwurst afterwards.
"His brother and his wife just came in to town, his brother wants a boy for the night and..."
"You volunteered me." I rolled my eyes at him, "You know I hate it when you do that."
"He's richer then Rupert Michael!" James looked like a kid in a candy store, "He's a lawyer in the heart of London and his wife is also the Prime Minister's niece. She's in on it by the way, apparently she caught her husband with a rent boy in London and she has decided for everyone's good to keep quiet so if she's there don't panic."
"Breathe lad! Breath between your sentences!" I patted him on his back but he just took my arm in his and starting skipping down the street, Rupert's house was around the corner.
"Sorry Michael I'm just too excited. Aren't you?"
"Ecstatic." The big difference between me and my brother was that he got emotionally attached to all his customers, remembered their names and their favorite colors and their favorite positions. I just didn't give a damn, it was money and money meant food and clothing and occasionally more cigarettes (of which my supply was running low).
"Michael, just a bit of information." I rolled my eyes because I didn't bloody care but James got me into this business and James showed me the ropes and it gave him such a surge to be the big brother that I let him play that game every once in a while. So he continued and I pretended to listen, "The husband's name is Justin and his wife's name is Lianna, he's 45 she's 19 and your supposedly 18."
"James dear boy I'm 25."
"I know but Justin likes them young and you can pull off twelve if you try."
I did not appreciate that but I had no time before James was ringing Rupert's doorbell, it was opened a moment later by a pretty young girl wearing a fancy dress who smiled at us and asked, "May I help you, gentlemen?"
I smiled when I was called gentlemen, she was obviously the rich wife of the lawyer fag because she would've known James and I as Rent boys from a block away if she lived there and wasn't just visiting. She batted her eyelashes at me and I winked at her, sucking on my cigarette until it was basically gone then tossing the butt into the streets and exhaling through my nostrils.
James cleared his throat, "We're here to see Mr. Hannigan."
"Are you expected?" She asked calmly.
"Yes."
"For which Mr. Hannigan?"
"Both of them I believe." James replied and she smiled warmly and opened the door, "Rupert and Justin told me to expect you both, come in come in! The night is nippy and I would have to have anyone getting ill."
James and I both stepped inside the well decorated apartment and the girl extended her hand to us, "Good evening, I'm Mrs. Hannigan, Justin's wife, but please call me Lianna. I assume that you know where to go, Rupert said that one of you is normally here often enough." James nodded and smiled broadly at her, "That would be me, my brother Michael is here on request."
Lianna looked me over, "He will like you. He likes his boys young and angelic looking and you fit that description perfectly. Anyways if either of you would like something to eat I'd be happy to make it. I'll be in the library until 11, then out in the gardens until midnight and I'll be in the downstairs bedroom after that, feel free to find me if you need anything."
James kissed her hand and began showering her in compliments, "Why aren't you just the most perfect hostess! I have never been treated so kindly in all my life madam, thank you very much. I might I say that that is an absolutely darling dress."
She blushed and replied, "I believe everyone deserves kindness, now please, I wouldn't want to keep the boys waiting any longer. They've been counting the seconds to your arrival, their quite excited."
I was not to be outdone by James so I kissed her hand as well, "I'm sure they are, Lianna."
With that we went upstairs and almost as soon as the bedroom door was opened Rupert grabbed James and kissed him so intensely that I swear to God I could feel his erection from across the bloody room. Justin wobbled out to see me, he was a fat chap with teenager acne and enough bodily fur to qualify as a mammoth but I smiled at him seductively and quirked an eyebrow, "Pleasure meeting you sir."
He grunted and pulled me towards him, pushing me onto the carpet instead of being patient enough for a bed. He all but ripped my clothes off me and kissed me heatedly, his pace fast and rough and for a moment I was shocked that he was married to the petite thing downstairs, I was going to have to find out if they actually had sex because if so I was going to ask her to explain the physics of it to me. He took me in his hand and stroked me, he was squeezing a mite hard but I was moaning soon, and I could feel his hardness against my belly.
"You're an angel." He kept saying and eventually he flipped me on my stomach and I felt him push himself into me so violently that I screamed and quickly turned it into a groan. He bought it, lucky me, but it wasn't over, thrust after violent thrust until he was close to his fucking release, "I'm coming but don't you dare."
With that I felt him spill inside of me and it was not difficult to contain my release, it wasn't coming, it wasn't near coming, I was even loosing the hard on. It's not that I hated my job, but I hated fucking chaps like Justin day and night. Its not like I was ever offered that half decent gents with faces I could tolerate. Justin flipped me on my back and I felt like a pancake for a minute. I didn't know what he was doing until he took me in his mouth and was sucking on me. He was better with his tongue then with his dick, something to be thankful for. I didn't need to force myself to come, I came after about five minutes and he swallowed my essence greedily. Afterwards he looked like he had just drunk a cup of milk and looked ready to tuck into bed. He took my hand and interlaced our fingers, leading me to a bedroom off to the side. I was happy, I was going to have rug burn in some odd areas but I had had a shitty day and was not in the mood for an encore.
"Good job, laddy. What's your name?"
"Michael," I told him, "Michael Yorks."
"Care for a cigarette, angel?"
I took one for now and stuck one behind my ear for later. He snuggled up against me and whispered, "You look tired, are you?"
"Very, it was a long day." I lied, I was tired I was just aggravated but hopefully tired would get me off the hook. I wasn't in the mood right now.
"We all have one now and then, well then I'll see you in the morning, angel, don't leave."
With that he closed his eyes, let out a great yawn and fell asleep. I thought he was a dumb fuck, I wasn't going anywhere until I had my money but right now, I was moneyless and therefore was sticking around.
He smelled, for a lawyer he smelled an awful lot like a butcher and I was just hoping that he and his brother weren't doing things they shouldn't be doing. I rubbed my bum, I wish he had put some lubricant in before him, it was a bit tender.
I was restless, sleep wouldn't come and I had two cigarettes dying to be smoked, I put on a pair of pants and a loose shirt and tiptoed into the garden. I didn't know what time it was but it must've been between eleven and midnight because I saw Mrs. Hannigan walking among the roses.
I figured now was a good time to ask her about her sexual history with my newest client.
A/N- well?? Comments, questions? Reviews! Reviews would be much appreciated.