I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK! Sorry for the wait. I've been busy with school and shit and my writing button has been firmly stuck in the off position for a while. Two more chapters today though!

Chapter 12

Kenny looked at himself in the mirror and felt sick. The man out in the bedroom of the nice hotel room was one of his best regulars, seeing him at least twice a week for the last year and leaving good tips, but even so this was a little bit too much. When the man had called and asked for an overnight in a nice hotel room in Denver, Kenny had been wary. He had never done an overnight before, and he had school the next morning. But the man had said he would pay two thousand dollars and that it would be a nice night with room service for dinner. Followed by room service breakfast in bed. He would also pick Kenny up and bring him home the following afternoon. Kenny had agreed, but reserved the right to leave at any time if he became uncomfortable and still be paid. The customer had agreed, so here he was.

But he was seriously thinking about leaving. As good of a customer as the man was, being asked to wear something like this was going too far. He turned to look at himself in the mirror from a different angle and got a good view of his ass. The G-string was just that in the back, a string. Looking at himself from behind, he saw nothing but the firm, round globes of his ass framed by the garter belt. The thigh high stockings were long enough that they stopped right at the bottom of his ass. From behind, he looked like a girl. He turned around again and the illusion was lost. From the front he was obviously male. The G-string wasn't much bigger in the front but at least it cupped and covered his junk, barely. He let his eyes travel up his body and narrowed his eyes at the corset. It was one of those ones that on a woman would just go around the waist and stop under the breasts. It was skin tight, so small he had had to lie down on the ground, let all the air out of his lungs, and not breath just to get the hooks closed. It squeezed his waist in and made it look even more narrow, extenuating his hips. The top of it looked like it was framing his nipples.

He had never felt so much like a whore than he did at that moment. He sighed and closed his eyes. He really wanted to call it a deal breaker. But he needed the money. Badly. His fucking parents had wasted their entire last check buying tickets to some concert for a band their liked when they were in high school that was doing a reunion tour. His sister had called him the night before crying because they didn't have enough money to pay the gas bill to keep the heat on and there was no food in the house. He had gone out and gotten a money order for the gas bill and bought them groceries. But the cost had brought the money he had been saving up for his own bills dangerously low. He had just enough to pay rent and his phone bill. But without this job he wouldn't be able to pay the electricity, which was due in two days, nor have money for food for the next week. If he left now, he would take the money, as agreed beforehand if he felt uncomfortable, but he would lose one of his best clients. He couldn't afford to lose the income.

Taking a deep breath, Kenny stepped into the high heels and opened the door. The client was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the balcony doors, turned around so he could watch as Kenny walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing nothing but a silk robe, his legs crossed at the knees, flashing the long length of his thigh. He was a fit, good-looking man. Kenny never understood why he would pay for sex when he could easily have gone to a bar or club and picked someone up. But he wouldn't complain. He was a good customer. Always gentle and kind, and he never asked for anything weird. Until tonight with the lingerie. But for two thousand dollars, he would probably do a lot worse than wear heels and a little bit of silk and lace.

The man tilted his head and his eyes ran over Kenny's body as he stood framed in the bathroom door with the light behind him. Kenny ran his hands over his body, feeling the unfamiliar touch of silk and lace under his fingers. "Do you like it?"

The man nodded and stood. He motioned to the chair he had vacated. "Sit down."

Kenny walked across the room, putting a sway into his hips, being careful of how he placed his feet in the unfamiliar shoes. He sat down and lounged in the chair, his legs crossed at the knees. He ran his hands over the stockings and hooked a finger under one of the garter belt straps, pulling it out slightly. "Does this turn you on?"

"Very much." The man knelt in front of him and ran his hands over the boy's legs. "You have such an amazing body. I just knew you would look incredibly sexy in this. Thank you for putting it on. I know it is asking a lot."

Kenny smiled and put his hand over the mans, sliding it up his legs until he met skin. "I wouldn't do this for just anyone. But you have been good to me. So if you want me to wear this tonight, I will."

"Good. I want you wearing this all night. I want to fuck you with your legs wrapped around me and the heels digging into my ass. Then I want to suck your balls until they are nice and wet, and suck your cock until I get to swallow that sweet spunk. All while that beautiful cock is surrounded by all this silk. And then I'm going to flip you onto your knees and fuck your tight little ass again." He bent his head and lifted one of Kenny's legs, pressing his mouth to the inside of his tight and sucking his skin through the stockings.

Kenny moaned softly. His clients very rarely did anything but stick their dick in him. He preferred it that way. But he had to admit that this man had amazing mouth. He had sucked Kenny off once. He came to him one day and paid for an hour of time, but used less than half that time to simply give Kenny himself a blowjob and then leave. It was the first time he had ever had one. And, he could admit to himself, he had secretly been hoping the man would do it again someday. Kenny shivered as the mouth traveled up his leg and the man's tongue darted beneath the slip of material straining over his growing erection and flicked across his aching balls.

The man pulled back and smiled when Kenny whimpered in protest. "God. I have to stop. If I keep going we won't be having dinner." The man stood, adjusted his robe, and picked up the room service menu from the table at Kenny's elbow. "I thought we might have an appetizer of fresh oysters, as they are an aphrodisiac and we have all night. Then I thought I would treat you to steak and lobster, one of my favorite meals. The hotel imports live lobster in from Maine twice a week. They are superb. Followed by something sweet for dessert, with chocolate. And champagne, of course." He touched his fingers to his lips and smiled. "Maybe a simple bowl of strawberries and some chocolate sauce. I would love to drip the chocolate over that smooth skin of yours and lick it off." He shivered and looked up at Kenny. "How does that sound?"

Kenny rubbed his hand over his crotch and smiled at the man. "Will you lick the chocolate off my cock while you suck it? He pulled the silk to the side and took his throbbing cock into his hand. "Will you leave me aching baby? I don't know if I can wait to have your sweet lips around my cock."

The man swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and swayed a bit. He opened them again and nodded his head slowly. "Let me order our food. Then I will suck that beautiful cock for you." He leaned down and wrapped his hand around Kenny's where it was slowly working up and down his shaft. "Keep it ready for me baby. But that that sweet cream for me." The man stood up and moved across the room to the phone. He picked it up and kept his eyes on Kenny as he ordered their food.

"I need you." Kenny whispered it as the man bent over him again, finished with the phone. He gasped at the man yanked his legs up and pressed them against his chest. He automatically hooked his hands behind his knees and moaned loudly when wet heat enveloped his cock. Firm hands slid under his ass and squeezed as lips worked up and down his cock. This body trembled and he felt his balls pull tight to his body. He was already close. So close. He groaned as the mouth pulled away and latched onto the inside of his thigh again. "Please. Of, God, please. Don't stop."

"You're close already. I can taste it. Your cock was filling my mouth with your precum." He bit gentle on the inside of the boys thigh. "I don't want you to cum yet. I want to taste you a little longer."

"We have all night. You can do it again." He whimpered at the man's tongue scraped over his extremely sensitive balls. "Please."

"We will do it again. Several times." He sighed and licked the boys testicles again, enjoying the way they drew tighter at the touch. "I love the way you taste."

He plunged his mouth over the boys cock again and Kenny cried out. He moaned as the man worked him once, twice. "I'm gonna cum." On the third pass, the man pushed a finger into Kenny's ass. He screamed as his body clenched tight and he came. His body shuddered with release and he felt the man's mouth working around his cock, swallowing every last drop.

The man pulled back, his mouth leaving Kenny's body with a soft, wet sound. He licked him lips and sat up to kiss the boy passionately. "You taste so good."

Kenny sighed and let his legs fall. "That was amazing."

The man sat back again and laid his head in the boys lap. "You react to my touching you like it is new. Like you are never touched."

Kenny felt his face flush and looked away. "Men touch me all the time. You know that."

"I know that men buy you, sweetling. That isn't the same as being touched." He traced his fingers gently over the side of Kenny's face. "Have you ever been with someone when you weren't being used?"

Kenny swallowed and shook his head. He didn't know why, but he had built a sort of trust in this man. "I'm only 16. I started doing this when I was 13. I don't have time for anyone else." Kenny pushed the man away and stood. He moved to the windows and looked out. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

The man moved across the room away from him. Kenny hoped that he was giving him space. But he heard the man moved towards him again. He jumped as something settled around his shoulders and looked down to see it was a black silk robe. "Here. Cover up. Settle down a bit. We will eat. And then we can do what you want." He kissed the top of the boys head and moved away from him again.

Kenny shrugged into the robe and tied the belt at the waist. He hugged his arms around himself and stared out at the lights of downtown Denver. He didn't move when he heard the knock at the door, nor when he heard the cart wheeled into the room. It was the sound of a woman's voice that finally brought him around. He turned in time to see the man hand a generous tip to the woman who had delivered the food before closing the door behind her. Then he watched as the man uncorked the champagne, poured two glasses, and then lifted the covered off the single plate on the cart.

The man looked up at him and smiled, holding up a plate with a dozen oysters in half shells. "Come to the bed. Let me feed you some oysters. The rest of our dinner will be up in 15 minutes."

Kenny moved to the bed and sat down, suddenly feeling embarrassed and out of place. Sex he could do. But spending time with a man and doing anything else was new. "I don't know what to do. I've never done this before."

"It's alright. Just relax. We won't do anything else if you don't want to, sweetling. I can see that I've made you uncomfortable and that was not my wish." He sat on the bed next to the boy and set the plate on the nightstand. "I had to come to Denver because my idiot of a partner forgot his portfolio and he has a presentation tomorrow morning. That was the package I left at the desk. I wasn't going to drive out here and then turn around and go home. So I thought that while I was in the city I might as well stay in the best hotel, and bring you along as a thank you for how well you have treated me." He touched Kenny's head softly. "If you are uncomfortable, you can here for the night and I will get another room and bring you home in the morning."

Kenny shook his head. "I just don't know what to do. If it were just sex, I would be fine. But you want to have dinner. And spend the night together." Kenny looked up at the man, his eyes full of confusion. "What do I do?"

The man laughed and picked up an oyster. "To start, have you ever eaten an oyster?" When the boy shook his head the man smiled again. "Open your mouth. I'm going to tip the oyster in. You can chew it if you want but I prefer to just swallow them. They are a bit slimy. But even if you swallow them whole the flavor is lovely."

Kenny opened his mouth. He flinched when he felt the cold, slimy meat touch his tongue. Taking the man's advice, he simply swallowed it whole. His eyes widened and he licked his lips, catching the last of the salty juice with just a hint of lemon. "That's good."

"I'm glad you like it." He placed the plate on the bed and sat back, crossing his legs and facing then boy. "Half for you. Eat up. The steak and lobster will be here soon."