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JPOV
What am I doing?
Why do I have this guy beside me in my car, driving around and still not knowing what the fuck I'm doing?
I, Jasper Whitlock, have just bought a prostitute and I'm now going around aimlessly wondering what the hell to do next.
His smooth voice breaks the silence when he asks, "So, you are?"
Oh Shit! I never told him my name.
I could've gone with a fake one or have him call me Mr. Whitlock, but instead I decided to say, "Jasper, you call me, Jasper."
"Okay," he replies before looking out the window and allowing the silence to overtake us again for a while before he suggests, "You know you just drove past a place we could go and do this."
I don't answer. I don't know what to say. He's obviously here for business while I'm over here freaking out. I know if I probably don't answer him soon, he's gonna start thinking that I'm some freak that's trying to kidnap and rape him or something.
"I…"
Great going Jasper, how about trying to say something else.
Clearing my throat, I ask, "So, what's your price?"
"Twenty bucks for hand jobs, Forty bucks for blow jobs, sex cost varies," he says.
"On what?" I question while trying not to fumble over my words at how relaxed he sounded when saying that. It's like his ordering his favorite meal. How many people do you have to be with, and how long would you have to be doing this to sound that way.
God! He looks so young. Wait, do I have a teenager in my car? Fuck! I'm going to jail.
"If I'm topping or bottoming," he continues, completely oblivious to the crisis taking place in my mind.
"How old are you? I blurt out.
He laughs before answering, "I'm twenty years old so you can calm down."
Swallowing hard, I stutter out, "So, if…if…what are the prices for those?"
"The sex? A hundred if I'm topping, and a hundred and fifty bucks if I'm bottoming," he replies and asks, "So where are we going?"
Sighing, I begin to wonder the same thing. Where are we going?
I know I can't take him to any hotels where my parents are known, because there could be someone there that will see me with this guy and tell them. So far, I've been playing nice and behaving myself and going along with plan of remaining in the closet.
Some would say it's modern times, that this isn't the 1930s or something, but they don't know what's at stake. My happiness is important to me, yes, but this is for the good of the family.
However, seeing this guy tonight standing there, and then looking into his eyes when he bent to speak to me through my window, it doesn't make any sense but it's as if I saw my entire future in those eyes. That's just another part of what's confusing me.
How can feel anything like that for someone I just met?
Yet, I do. The longer he's with me, the stronger the feeling gets. Sitting here beside him, and hearing him sound so comfortable with being gay–even as a part of his profession–makes me feel somewhat jealous.
He again breaks the silence, only this time it's with his impatience, "So are we gonna drive around all night, or will we be stopping somewhere? You know you really left a good spot back there, maybe you could swing around."
His persistence is beginning to annoy me, but I can't really blame him. This is just a business venture to him, and I'm here wasting his time.
Time is money.
"Umm, what's your name again?" I say to him, probably a little more harshly than I intended.
"Tony," he answers in almost a whisper.
"Well, Tony, we're not going to a corner." He stays silent for the rest of the ride and though it isn't the smartest decision, I take him back to my place.
Being back in Manhattan, I breathe a sigh of relief before making it to my building. He follows me inside, and thankfully, I get past the new doorman who hardly knows me–like how the day shift one does–without incident. We ride the elevator in silence up to my loft and upon entering I thank my lucky stars that Alice doesn't have a key.
Well, she does, but I changed the locks and kept the new set on me at all times whenever she's around.
"You can sit wherever," I direct him as I close the door behind us, locking it. I'm still not risking Alice coming over here and barging in. I watch as he looks around for a bit before taking a seat. I guess it's my ego talking, but he just doesn't seem phased by anything before him.
I don't know what I expected, maybe I thought he'd be "wide-eyed" by the lavish look of my place, instead of the bored–and if I'm not mistaken–a sort of angry look passes over his face before he masks it. However, I'm quick to reprimand myself for thinking any of this, because again, I'm using my upbringing to judge another. I'm standing here judging the guy because he wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and I'm the one the coward here. At least he's who he wants to be.
"Do you wanna watch something?" Before he can utter a word, I go on. "or do you want something to eat?"
He smiles and cocks his eye brow at me before answering, "What do you want, Jasper?"
"I…umm…I could go with something to drink."
"Okay then. Go and get yourself something to drink." He relaxes back against the couch, stretching his long legs out. The calm yet teasing expression on his face is driving me wild. All I want to do is go over to him, grab him and kiss him senseless. Fighting myself, I make a detour to the kitchen. I grab two bottled water and with a deep sigh, I make my way back to Tony.
Sitting on the couch, I pick the remote up and switch on the tv before opening up my water and gulping it down in about four gulps. I relax back beside him, and when I look over at him, he's watching me under an amused gaze.
"Jasper," he says, leaning forward to brace his elbows against his knees. He then turns to me and asks, "Have you done this before?"
I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. Instead, I sit there before–what most be the most beautiful man I've ever seen–gaping like a fish out of water.
Great going, Professor Whitlock. Your students would love to see you now.
Probably noticing struggling to find the right answer, he continues, "I don't mean if you've ever been with a man. I mean if you've ever done such a transaction?"
Okay, he's very surprising. I know I'm still judging, but he sounds far more educated than I thought he would've been. Transaction? Really? Who's this guy, where's he really from?
"I've never bought a…" I try.
"A prostitute before," he supplies with a cocked brow. When he does that, it's as if he's mocking me. Like he's telling himself that he's probably dealing with an idiot or something. Now, I'm really intrigued.
Taking a breath, I answer, "No, I haven't. It's my first time actually and I'm sure I'm probably getting a few things wrong."
He chuckles and says, "Not everything."
"Good to know."
We sit there for a second and he begins to watch whatever's on the television. I can't say I know what's on because my eyes haven't left him. I simply can't take them off of him. Since picking him up, I've been questioning my actions, but one thing is certain, he's so beautiful.
I know guys can't be called "beautiful" hell, I wouldn't want anybody calling me beautiful but Tony is. From his cropped–of what looks like a bronze color–hair to his green eyes and his tall, lean figure. I mean, yeah, he could weigh a little more for his height as I noticed on our walk to the elevator, but he makes up for all that imperfection with the perfection that is his face.
Just beautiful.
"Are you gonna stare at me all night?" His voice makes me jump with the deep rich tone of it and without even answering him, I lean closer to kiss his lips, until he stops me when I'm just inches away.
"I don't kiss on the mouth," he whispers, "But they're others things that I'm willing do." He closes the distance between us, bringing his lips to my neck, kissing and nipping as one of his hand slides across my lap. He grabs my waist and brings me flush against him as his tongue begins to do delicious things along my collarbone before moving its way up to my ear where he dips it inside. He removes to take the tip of it between his lips, nibbling on it.
"Ungh…" I moan out, pulling away long enough to straddle him. While perched on his lap, he grips my waist tightly before moving his hands down to my ass, grabbing and squeezing it as he thrust up into my rock hard erection.
I reciprocate the action by grinding back down against him, letting him feel what it is he's doing to me.
His emerald eyes has me trapped me in their gaze and it's almost as if he's seeing right into my soul. Pushing that aside, I try to keep my focus on the here and now and especially on the hot boy before me. I move down to his neck, nipping and sucking on it before rising up to remove his t-shirt.
Once it's out of the way, I move my mouth down to his nibbles, taking each between my teeth and gently nibbling on it while twisting and puling the other. He tries to push against me, but I hold on to his hips to still his movements in order to continue my ministrations.
He grips my hair, effectively holding my head to his chest as he squeezes and slaps my ass. "Yes…ungh…baby…uhh…give it to me." His moans and cheers ignite a thirst in me. One that only he can quench.
That's it, I want him naked now.
Abruptly, I get up, grab his hand and drag him to my bedroom. Once inside, our hands move in a haste, pulling and ripping at each other's clothes frantic to get one another naked.
He's even more beautiful with his clothes off aside from the obvious need to gain some weight, but right now isn't the time for that. All I want now is him on all fours in front of me.
As reading my mind, as soon as he gets my pants off, his lips are wrapped around my cock in an instance. He languidly sucks and licks the head before taking more of me in. My hands take up purchase in his hair, grasping it as he starts to bob his head up and down my length.
After a while, he stills his head and allows me to fuck his hot little mouth until I shout my release, coming down his throat.
No words pass between us while we stand at the foot of my bed with me running my hands over his soft skin. I'm in awe by the softness of it under my fingertips and the longer I stand here the more he reminds me of my dream boy. Especially his eyes.
He breaks the spell though with his next words, "So, is that it for the night?" He asks as he moves away from my touch to reach for his pants before I grab his arm. He throws me a serious look before qualm his doubt by saying, "Please stay."
Dropping the pants, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "So top or bottom?"
"Excuse me?" I question, unsure of what he means.
"Sorry," he apologizes before explaining. "I mean, do you want to top or bottom?"
I should been unsure about this. Hell, I shouldn't even be here with a hooker, yet, I am and I want this.
You need this.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks. He leaves the bed and comes back to stand in front of me, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
I really shouldn't be doing this.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to," he tells me, and again anticipating what I'm gonna say.
"I didn't mean to say that loud," I reply, not realizing that my last thought was said out loud.
"It's okay," he mutters. "Listen, we can just end the night right here, you pay me and I find my way back. How about that?"
He moves away and once more I stop him. By the time he bends over to pick up jeans, I'm behind him grabbing his thighs and rubbing my hard cock against the crack of his ass. The groan that leaves him sends a shiver up and down my spine. He pushes back against me, whispering, "Top, I guess huh?"
"Yes, now get on the bed."
Our night truly began from there. I don't know how many positions we tried or how many times I came. All I know is that I want to do this with him again and again.
Lying here now beside him as the morning light comes filtering through my slightly drawn drapes, I can still hear his moans and screams of pleasure as I fucked his ass.
After we'd worked out what I wanted, I never stopped working him over. From sucking his cock until he pleaded with me to hurry up and fuck him to making him jack off before me and then sucking me off once more while preparing my engorged dick for his ass.
And then finally, I had him in the perfect position. On all fours and wiggling his ass at me with a cute little crooked smirk on his face. Cracking the lube bottle open, I poured some on my fingers before inserting it into his tight hole. I started with one finger gradually adding another and another until I had three fingers in his ass fucking him with. While pushing back against it, he pleaded, "Oh, Jasper, please fuck me."
Replacing my fingers with my cock, I began to fuck him. First, I took it slow wanting to enjoy the feeling of his tight hole gripping my dick. But once his movements began to speed up then I followed suit and picked up the pace. Soon the only sounds coming out of my bedroom were the slapping of our sweaty skin against each other's and the grunts leaving us from time to time.
Being inside of him was incredible. The longer I fucked him the more I wanted. I pumped my dick harder and harder into him on each pass and still he begged for more. Grabbing him by his hair, I pulled him up to me, grasping his strong thighs and letting my cock do the rest as it pounded into his sweet ass.
"Uhhh! Jasper!" he screamed out. "Yes! Jasper! Yes! Don't Stop! Uhh!" He reached behind him, and gripped my hair, leaving me with the open invitation to suck and bite on his neck.
I continue to pump my dick into him until he lets go of my hair, falling to the bed to rest on his elbows with his head between them. Keeping his hips firmly to mine, I could feel the telltale signs of my orgasm approaching but I wanted him to come first.
Pulling him back up, I reached around him and started to stroke his cock. He pushed back against me, thrashing and hollering as I lapped at his neck and bit the tip of his ear before whispering, "Come on, come for me, Tony, come for me." Punctuating every word with a hard thrust into his hole.
He fell back to the bed, this time on the palms of his hands as he whipped his head around to look me in the eyes, and I'm caught in the intensity of his lust filled glare. Never in my life have I ever seen anything so green aside from trees. I was lost in it until he finally breaks contact when he closed them, screaming that he was coming and begging me to come inside him.
"Yeah! Jasper! Right there!" he yelled out as the head of my cock massaged his prostate. I never stopped my thrusts even after I could feel streams of his come leaving coating my hand and the bed as he shouted his release before I followed, filling the condom and him.
We both collapsed to the bed in exhaustion, and I slowly pulled my cock from his used hole and got up to throw it away. Warming a clean wash cloth, I returned to the bed to find him fast asleep. I cleaned him up and crawled in next to him.
I watch his back rise and fall with his steady breaths before he begins to stir.
I don't want to go back to the real world just yet.
He turns to face me, whispering, "Morning."
"Morning."
"Umm, I should get going." I understand the words, but his actions say differently. Instead of attempting to leave the bed, he reaches out and touches my face gently.
Desperate to avoid his soul piercing gaze, I dip my head down and start to kiss along his neck as he sighs and arches it to grant me access. His hand finds my hardened cock, stroking it as I begin to grind against his hip.
Pulling away when it becomes too much, I reach for the lube and condom. He prepares himself this time as I coat my covered cock before sheathing myself inside him.
Where last night was hard and rough, this morning is soft and gentle. I take my time with him, pulling out the pleasure for as long as I can before my deeper urge to fuck him takes over and I begin to pump my cock harder inside of him. He pushes back on every take, throwing back as much as I give him.
My mind is reeling from what this guy is doing to me and my body is calling to him.
I've never wanted someone so much. What the fuck is wrong with me? He's a hooker, this isn't real.
Once this thought occurs to me, I start to pound into him more vigorously, hell-bent on taking one last pleasurable ride before dropping him off back where I got him and turning around and never looking back.
My orgasm rockets through me and before I can stop to think, I slowly pull out of him and leave the bed.
Walking into the bathroom, I close the door behind me and start the shower. I stay under the spray pep-talking myself into what to do next. His payment is no problem for me, but I think I should at least get him some breakfast.
After I've worked out my next move, I grab my body wash and begin to scrub my body once more. I want to wash away all remnants of last night especially since it was just a one-time thing that can never happen again. I even rub some in my hair wanting his scent off, scrubbing it and then moving to wash it out.
Once I have it all rinsed out, I turn back to the spray and open my eyes, dipping my head under and letting it beat against my neck to work out the kinks. I hear the shower door open and turning around to the sound of it, I find Tony there eyeing me under a lustful gaze and licking his lips. I order him out, telling him that before was the last time, but he doesn't answer.
In fact, he doesn't utter a single word, instead he simply steps in, closes the door behind him and drops to his knees before me. My cock is already hard and leaking pre-cum from the sight before me and all I want to do is push it down his throat.
When he begins to stroke it, and then licks the slit, I swear I see stars because of how fucking good it feels. Closing my eyes, I'm lose myself to the sensations of his hand and mouth on me.
I nearly jump out of my skin when he takes a long lick of my cock before sucking it deep into his throat. Feeling his throat constricting around the head has me spiraling. When he pulls back, letting me go with a pop, my eyes open at the sudden lost of his wet mouth on me and I throw him a stern look, silently ordering him to continue.
Once he takes me back into his mouth to continue his ministrations, I relax and let myself go, promising that this is the last time.
Okay, whew! that was a date and I need a shot of something and a cold shower b/c of these boys.
Up next: E's point of view of the morning after.
