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UPLOADED TO EYE CONTACT BBS, SF 415-255-5972

                                   Buying Sex
                                 by Lance Kester

     The job was a promotion to a position and salary I could not turn down.
Taking it, however, meant a move to another city where I took the first
apartment I looked at.  It was located in a nice neighborhood and cost more
than I had ever paid, but with my new salary and a good inheritance from my
grandfather, I could easily afford it.  The only bad thing was that in an
expensive area there were almost no people around who were my age.  Most
twenty five year olds can not afford what I could.
     I did not give much thought to finding friends or sex for the first two
weeks.  The work at the office during the day and settling into my apartment
at night consumed most of my waking hours.  It was not until the third week
that I realized how horny I was.  I introduced myself to an older lady who
lived across the hall and asked her if there were any people my age in the
building. She said the only one was a young man who lived above me, but she
knew I would be looking for young women, and she did not know of any.  Little
did she know that a young man was exactly what I was looking for!
     Now my free time was giving to devising a plan to check out this "young
man."  My neighbor had not been able to tell me any details.  Did he live
with his parents?  Did he have a lover (male or female)?  Was he attractive?
But I had found my prey.  I was going on a hunt and enjoying every minute of
it.
    That night I lay in my bed flipping through magazines of nude guys and
wondering if the young man in the apartment upstairs looked like any of them.
I wondered if his bedroom was right over mine.  Was he lying in his bed
playing with his dick and wishing he had someone there to suck it.?
     My dick was rock hard from lack of recent attention and begging for
abuse.  It was pointing straight up at the ceiling, above which I was sure
lay another youth with an equally hard and longing dick.  I looked back at
the magazine and saw an especially attractive young man with a long, semi
hard dick lying across his thigh.  God, I wanted to be there between his legs
licking on his cock and feeling it grow hard in my mouth!  I knew exactly
what his cock tasted like and the feel of it as it went in and out of my
mouth.  As he grew hotter, he would begin to press his hips forward thus
pushing his hot cock first toward the back of my mouth and then, as he grew
closer to his climax, he would push it down my throat.  He cummed in long
spurts, some of it going down my throat untasted and some filling my mouth
with its warm deliciousness.  I dropped the magazine and watched my own long
dick as it erupted into its own spurts of white cum.  Since I had not shot in
several days, I was loaded.  The first shot went flying all the way up to my
face.  It lay on my nose and lips as the next three landed in various places
on my hairy chest.
     I put the magazine on the table beside my bed and wiped the cum off my
face and chest with a towel.  Looking at pictures of naked guys and beating
off was all right in its place, but I was ready for the real thing.  I wanted
someone else's cum on me.  Tomorrow I would begin in seriousness my hunt for
the man upstairs.
     It was no hunt at all.  As I was coming in from the office the next day,
there he was coming down the steps.  I spoke and he spoke with a smile and
kept moving.
     "You live here?" I asked thinking fast.  "I just moved in and haven't
met anyone.  I'm in 204."
     "I'm Carl," he said pausing and giving me a full view of a handsome
face. He was a perfect piece of twenty year old manhood.  Tall and lean and
wearing jeans, he gave no indication that he was anything but a hopelessly
straight, woman chaser.  "I've got a job to do.  See you later."  He was off
down the stairs two at at time.  I called after him to stop by for a drink
some time. As he went out the door, he yelled he would.
     I was immobilized.  It was as if a gun had shot me through the heart
with his beauty.  For a moment I could hardly move.  I was panting. Then came
to me the faint smell of his body, his soap, and a subtle cologne.  He was my
ideal of a real man.
     I ran down to check the mail boxes and found that C. Dodson lived in
apartment 304, directly over me!  When I got in my apartment, I could think
of nothing else but Carl Dodson.  I could see him in my mind over and over as
he smiled and spoke to me.  I tried to think where he was going.  To see his
girl?  Or any girl?  Carl was too handsome to be lacking for female
companions.
     Then I remembered he said he had a job to do.  What kind?  In his jeans
he looked like a laborer.  But he was too clean to be in heavy or dirty work.
Maybe he worked for the phone company.  Or maybe he worked on computers in
offices after the staff went home.  He could work on my phone or computer any
time, I thought.
     All evening I stayed near the door listening for Carl to return.  Near
midnight I gave up and went to bed.  I got out my male magazines and then put
them away.  In my mind's eye I could see Carl, and that was all I needed to
raise my eight inch dick to its full length.  With my hand and dick I made
love to Carl in every way thinkable until I plastered a load of love juice
all over my own body.  As I was turning off the light, I heard a chair move
over my head, and I knew Carl was going to bed.  If only with me!
     The next two days were unbearable.  I was in heat.  Not even a morning
and night jack off helped to cool me.  If I was lucky I could catch him
coming down the stairs right after dinner.  Where was he going? Naturally,
the easiest thing to do would be to ask him, but that was too forward and
spoiled the fun of fantasy.  After he left the third night, I decided to do
something desperate.  I would go to a gay bar.  I was there long enough to
have one drink and pick up the local gay paper. Bars are not my cup of tea.
I have seldom seen the kind of man I want in an all male bar.  Carl would
never be in such a place.
     In bed I once again pulled on my cock, had a great organism, and was
totally bored.  I read through the gay paper and found myself looking at the
escort section.  Over a dozen boys were advertising themselves for "dates."
I found the idea repulsive.  Then I looked at an advertisement of a company
that provided "dates."  As I was closing the paper, I thought, Why not?  I
had never paid for sex.  I never had to.  Frankly speaking, I am young,
healthy, and have been told I'm very good-looking.  As a matter of fact, I
have had few one night stands.  My partners have often returned for repeats.
And while I'm being truthful, I might add that I do have a long dick, and I
know how to use it.
     Hell, I was new in town.  I didn't know anyone.  Why not call for a
"date?"  No, as much as I would enjoy pulling something new off, I just could
not do it.  But at that very moment, I heard a noise overhead, and I knew
Carl was home.  Damn it!  It was his fault, I told myself picking up the
phone.
     The man on the other end of the phone was very polite but asked more
questions than I was prepared to answer.  I just wanted him to send a good-
look man, but he wanted me to tell him exactly what kind of man.  I gave him
a description of Carl knowing that they would not have any that good.  The
man also wanted to know if I had any special instruction.  In a moment of
inspiration I told him to tell the "date" to pretend that he was just
dropping by for a visit.  He could be a phone repairman.  Or a friend of a
friend, anything but a paid "date."  And in time I would seduce him.  Also, I
wanted the "date" not to give in too easily.  Make it a real seduction which
would move slowly to a happy ending in bed.  I impressed upon the dating
service that they not send me some easy whore who wanted to trick and run.  I
was told that this would cost more, but I was willing to pay for it.
    We set the event for the following evening.  The last thing I was told
was that if I changed my mind, I must call and break the engagement. Failure
to do so would be charged to my credit card.  I guessed that a lot of people
got cold dicks at the last moment.  Not me.  I planned it and would go
through with it. Actually, I did call back the dating service, but only to
tell them that I would prepare dinner for the date.
     The next day I went to the grocery store on the way home from school.
What to fix a hustler?  Nothing fancy.  He'd probably be some farm boy from
Iowa new in town and down on luck.  Steak, potatoes and a salad would do.
     At seven I was putting the last touches on dinner when the doorbell
rang. Right on time, I thought.  I opened the door and could not believe my
eyes.  It was Carl in all his beauty!
     "How about that drink you promised?" he asked with his warm smile.  "Is
it convenient?"
     My breath was short.  It all came to me in a flash.  Carl was a hustler!
That accounted for his living in an expensive apartment.  No wondered he went
out at nights saying he had a job to do.  I congratulated myself on telling
the "dating service" to send  me a man with Carl's description. I got the
real thing!  I could not believe this beautiful man was finally going to be
mine.  I could feel my face growing red with excitement.  He sat on my sofa
and talked as comfortably as if we had know each other for years.  He
followed me to the kitchen to watch me mix the drinks.  When he saw two
places set at the table, he apologized for coming at that hour and said he
could come back.  God, he was even good at playing the game!  I went along
saying that the person coming had called and canceled.  I invited him to have
dinner with me and with a polite reluctancy he accepted.
     When we went back to the living room, Carl started fooling with his belt
and making a face.  I asked him what was wrong, and he said that someone had
given him jeans that were too small.  I asked to see, and he obligingly stood
and modeled them.  And that's when I got my first look at what a bulging
crotch he had.  The jeans were great for showing off what I most wanted to
see, but it was obvious that they were too tight for his comfort.  He said he
wanted to change into shorts since that was what I was wearing.  Then he
invited me to follow him to his apartment while he changed.  I would have
followed him to the ends of the earth!
     He took me to his bed room and pulled a stack of shorts from his
dresser. He slipped his jeans off, and because he wear no undershorts, I got
my first glimpse of his beautiful dick.  It was long when soft, and I knew it
would be a monster when hard.  He picked up his shorts, and then turning to
me, asked, "Which ones?"  Trying to take my eyes off his dick, I pointed to
the blue shorts.  He slipped in them facing me, giving me one last view of
his lovely dick as it went out of sight into his pants.  "How this?" he
asked.
     I looked at his shorts and then realized that they were longer than the
tan pair.  Because he seemed interested in my opinion, I suggested the tan
pair.  Also, I wanted another look at his dick.  Quickly, he pulled off his
shorts and picked up the tan ones.  The button was fasten so it took him a
few seconds to unhook it.  In the mean time I was getting another free look
at his dick.  This time it was in profile, and I could see he had a big ball
sack which pushed out his dick.  When he got his shorts on, he asked "How do
you like this?"  Like it?  I could have got on my knees and eaten his shorts
right off him!  "They are not too short, are they?"  In fact, they were so
short I thought his dick head might come peeking out at any moment, and I
kept hoping it would, but I assured him they were fine.
     The meal, the conversation, and the time all went quickly by.  What went
slow was the seduction.  But I could not fault him.  He was giving what I
asked for, a slow seduction.  But by nine, I was ready for some action.  I
brought the conversation around to pornography and invited him to my bedroom
to show him what I had.  He looked a little uneasy at first, but smiled and
said, "Why not?"
     I handed him a few magazines of male nudes.  He looked a little funny
and smiled and said, "Whatever turns you on."  When I asked what turned him
on, he said a really good blow job.  My knees instinctively weaken. Then I
remembered that this good-looking dude must get more blow jobs than anyone
else.  I asked when he last had one, and he said it had been some time.  I
thought it was probably last night.  Then he said with a husky voice that he
could sure use one now.  God, he sounded so real.  I looked and saw that his
dick was beginning to stick out of his shorts. I went to him and told him he
was losing something.  So saying I put my hand on that lovely piece of meat.
He closed his eyes and moaned softly and told me that my hand felt so good on
him.  I asked how he would like my mouth on the same place.  He said nothing
but quickly pulled down his shorts letting his totally hard eight inch dick
pop straight out.  At that moment the phone rang.  He laughed and said he
would take a piss while I answered the phone.  I said fuck the phone, but he
said he had to piss and it would take a little time with his dick so hard.
     The caller identified himself as the man at the escort service.  I told
him everything was fine, but he said it was not.  He said that just as his
escort got to my door, he saw me letting another young man in, and that he
(the escort) left.  Furthermore, if I was going to use another escort
service, the least I could do was call and that they were charging me with
one date.  I hung up the phone realizing that Carl was for real!  I had
thought I was seducing a hustler, and I had seduced the real thing instead.
     When I got back to my bedroom, Carl was lying across the bed with
nothing on but a hardon.  He smiled and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I
really need this taken care of."  With these words, he took his hard dick in
hand and shook it in my direction.  Mind?  I was going wild with expectation.
I told him he could have whatever he wanted.
     Without another word, he took hold of my head and pulled it right down
on his hard cock.  He allowed me a few seconds to suck on the head and get it
wet, and then he pulled my face right down in his pubic hair easing his long
cock right down my throat.  I didn't even realize I was taking it all until I
began to run out of air.  Just then he pushed my head up and I caught a
breath, and then he pushed his cock back down my throat.  This time he moved
his hips and gave a few jabs before letting me come up for air.  Then back
down.  He knew just how long to keep his dick buried in my throat before
taking it out.  I was in bliss and so was he.  He kept saying how great my
mouth was and how good it felt on his dick.  Then he started saying, "Suck me
off!  Suck me off!  Make me cum.  I want to cum in that hot mouth of yours!"
Within three minutes, he was unloading a hot stream of cum down my throat.
The only part I tasted was a few after drops that appeared when he pulled it
out of my throat.
     He lay back on the pillow, and I licked his dick as he grew soft.  Then
I started licking his balls.  When he did not object, I sucked one into my
mouth.  "You know this is my first time with a man," he said matter-of-
factly. I had heard that before, but with Carl I believed him.  "I have never
had a woman suck me the way you just did," he continued. "I'm always trying
to get some good head, but I usually get a toothy scrapping instead."
     I sucked his other ball into my mouth, and listened to his pleasing
voice.  He was laid back and comfortable.  "Damn!" he said.  "From now on I'm
going to fuck the women, but come to you when I want a blow job." Then he
raised up on the pillow and asked politely, "Is that okay with you?"  By way
of answer I tried to get both his huge balls in my mouth. I then looked up
and asked, "Why don't you come to me for fucking, too?"
     "I'm still horny," he said.  "You want to do it now?"  In a flash I had
a condom on that big dick and was lying on my back with my legs up in the
air. He looked a little funny, and asked, "Is this the way you do it?  I
thought you would lie on your stomach."  I knew then for sure, this was
Carl's first time with a guy.
     I almost cummed when he pushed into me.  He was easy at first and grew
more fierce by the minute.  We were face to face, and I felt I was being
fucked by the most beautiful man in the world.  And I could tell he was
enjoying it, too.  I pushed my luck and asked for a kiss.  He hesitated, and
then said he guessed I deserved it.  With that he leaned over and kissed me
lightly, but I could tell it was an act of appreciation.  The kiss seemed to
intensify his passion, and his plunges up my ass grew harder.  I could feel
that long, beautiful cock that had been down my throat now fully up my ass.
I had gotten it from both ends on the same night.  Then without my asking, he
leaned over and kissed me again, this time deeply and longingly.  I heard him
moan and could feel his hard cock constricting and unloading a stream of cum.
He leaned back and without pulling his dick out of me, he grabbed my cock and
began beating it.  Within ten seconds, it was shooting cum all over both of
us.  He laughed and said that beating me off was the least he could do after
what I had given him.  I guess he felt he had to apologize for beating on my
dick.  Little did he realized how often straight guys had given me an
appreciative jerk off.
    I got out of bed and pulled him to the shower.  We both got in and I
washed him from head to toe.  When I started on myself, he smiled and asked
to do it. He took the wash cloth and went straight to my dick and washed it
good.  When he was finished, he smiled that disarming smile and said it felt
strange but not bad to hold another man's dick.  He was experiencing male sex
for the first time.  I knew at that moment for a certainty that Carl would
never be gay, but that he would always understand.  I also thought it a pity
that more heterosexual men could not be more experimenting in the sexual
activities.
     As we were dressing I asked Carl which he liked best of what we had
done. He said no one had ever sucked his cock the way I had and that whenever
I felt like it, I could do it again.  I suggested that very minute, and he
was out of his clothes in a second.  Needless, to say, Carl spent the night.
The next time I got his load, I pulled back enough to taste it, and as I had
suspected, it was delightfully sweet.
     Carl still sees his girl friends, but about once or twice a month, he
spends the night with me, and I drain that long, hard cock dry before
morning.



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