In years to come, whenever David Fortune looked back on his first day as a multi-faceted prostitute, he would never be able to identify himself as the man who went through all those outlandish gyrations. And yet, he grew quickly willing to please, for he found it a Wondrous, heady innovation that so many people could find joy from his body. Who would have thought this mere accident of glands and physiognomy could bring him such glowing adulation? Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such a bizarre route to independence and self-respect.
His first assignment proved to be a most grueling caper. Even though Valerie had solidly primed him with her propaganda speeches, to say nothing of the potent nectar she'd slipped into his cocktail, David wasn't really prepared for the trio he encountered that day.
The two men were in their early and late forties. One was thick-set and balding, with a fat savage face and wet, sneering lips. The other was excessively tall and angular, his eyes shifty, face gaunt and sallow. Both had the look of men who were preoccupied with the thought of sex every waking hour, their mouths and eyes reflecting dark hints of fetishism and obsession. The woman who accompanied them was married to Hank, the taller and younger of the two men, and was the older man's sister. David saw at a glance that Sarah, as she asked to be called, was pushing sixty, although she was well-preserved for such an aging shrew. She was quite tiny and feline, with an intensity of gesture and expression that reminded David of Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard.
David noticed some impressive diamonds on Sarah's fingers, from which he deduced that Hank had married for money, and was no doubt accustomed to buying the lady whatever and whomever she wanted, as long as she paid for it. Ambrose, the fat scowling one, appeared to be along for a smirking voyeur-ride, although David couldn't be sure, judging from the way this man kept licking his clumsy sprawl of a mouth. Nor had anyone ever stared at him with such blatant hostility in his eyes, as if he not only hated all whores but could gladly throttle anyone in the least attractive.
David's attempts at light conversation… "Well, folks, here it is almost Thanksgiving-time again!"… were met with a stony silence. His patrons spoke very little until they were all inside the bedroom with the door closed.
"Can you lock that door?" asked fat-Ambrose.
"You needn't worry about that," said David. "Nobody can get in."
"He just wants to make sure nobody can get out," said the sylph-like Sarah, emitting a shrill and mirthless giggle.
David shifted about uneasily, and then told Ambrose there was a key on the table, and if it would make him feel any better, he could lock the door from the inside and stick the key in his pocket. All of which Ambrose did, quickly and unhesitantly. Then he turned and grinned at David, slobbering his tongue over his thick ugly lips. "This is how we always play. You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh no, no… I don't mind," David said hurriedly, remembering Valerie's instructions: whatever they want, be the willing, eager lackey-boy…
"Take all your clothes off," fat-Ambrose gruffly ordered him.
None of them had made a move towards him, but simply stood there, staring. David tried smiling at them, feeling there should be some warmth to the proceedings; after all, sex was one of the primary emotions. He also wished they'd turn off that glaring overhead chandelier, but knew he couldn't suggest this, for everything had to be their idea.
"Strip down in front of the mirror," said Hank. "That way we'll get two studs for the price of one."
David edged closer to the mirror, a maneuver which particularly enthralled Valerie and her surreptitious audience in the living-room, who were already panting and reaching for their pocket-kleenex.
Quickly, David slipped out of his trousers, socks and shoes. Then his shirt. He was about to remove his briefs but Sarah, who preambled everything she said with the same raspy giggle, now issued a new order: "Wait! Leave the diapers on, baby-boy, and get it hard inside of 'em. Always such a nostalgic sight for me to see a man bulging out in his B.V. Dees!"
"Reminds her of her first husband," said Hank and Sarah sniffled a little in corroboration.
David stood there with his briefs on, a pleasant grin on his face. His low-slung pack of instruments seemed well enough for him, but he knew what she wanted, and wondered how the hell they expected him to get a hard-on in such a cold, sexless atmosphere, without even being touched there? Nobody ventured near him, nor did they start removing their own clothes. They simply waited, glaring between his legs for the requested erection. David began to feel like a juke-box they'd just stuck a quarter into but failed to light up. His muscles went tense and he felt that in the silent suspension of this moment his whole life hung in the balance… Dammit, think hard-on!.. he told himself, gritting his teeth and flexing and expanding the weighty head of his penis as he tried to summon up hot lips and nipples and thighs and Valerie's ass and… oh hell, it was no good… and while it was true that he hung well, he sure wasn't hanging stiff.
Sarah turned to her brother, fat-Ambrose, and let out a petulant whinny… "Aw honey, look at that!.. he thinks I'm repulsive… I don't excite him… 'cause I'm just too old and skinny, and he doesn't want me…" Then the abrupt shift in attitude as she hacked out another giggle. "Make him want me, Ambrose. Go ahead, dear, make the naughty boy get it hard…"
The huge, tubby man walked over to David and stood very close to him. David tried not to stare as the thick red tongue slid out over the bulging lips, and also tried not to inhale the garlic breath. "Get it hard," barked Ambrose. "My beautiful sister likes to see it stick out…"
David tried out a boyish chuckle. "Ha ha!.. I think it needs help…"
"So help it! What do you think I'm gonna do, jag you off? You think I'm a fruit! Is that what you think?"
"Oooh no… no!.. I meant that I would… uh… help it… "
"All right, then, go ahead. Play with the silly thing… do anything you like with it, but just remember it's my sis who wants to see how much ya got, not me… 'cause I couldn't care less… Gotta big fat hunk of my own, so if it was cocks I wanted to look at, I've got a built-in supply… know what I mean?"
David nodded, staring across at silent lanky-Hank, who stood slack-mouthed and gaping, the whites of his eyes glazing. Fat-Ambrose didn't back away a single inch as David reached into the slot of his briefs and yanked out his plump loose prick, immediately starting to jag it, feeling the icy inquisition of their eyes. He saw Ambrose's pupils go slightly distended as he peered downward, and wished to hell the man would back away, or stop breathing those rank fumes until he got it hard. But fat-Ambrose remained close, while David desperately fingered and caressed his temperamental member, feeling their needling eyes on him in the silent gloom.
"Watch Hank undress Sarah," said Ambrose. "That oughta get you hot just lookin' at her titties…"
Hank moved towards his wife, and she stood stiff and inert while he stripped her down. David felt that the sight of a woman's breasts just might do the trick for him at this point, so he waited hopefully for Hank to get her blouse off.
But the life in Sarah's living-bra proved to be none of her own, for the garment turned out to be a pitifully padded device of allure, and everyone laughed at the gaping disappointment on David's face.
"Hey, Ambrose, he's a breast-man!" said Hank. "Why don't you show him yours?"
David glanced inadvertently at Ambrose's panting chest-girth, and thought crazily that the guy probably would have a lot more than Sarah… his head reeling a little, as he suddenly wondered how that single cocktail Valerie had given him could make him feel so giddy… and why this delayed-action?
"Ya wanna see my knockers, boy?" barked Ambrose. "Are you that kinda of weirdo?"
David gazed absently at his reflection in the mirror and one of the aging homosexuals on the other side of the wall let out a heart-fluttering sigh. David turning his head again and nodding agreeably… "Whatever you say… anything you like…"
"I knew it!" Fat-Ambrose gave the others a sardonic leer. "You're as freaky as they come-right?"
"Right."
"Okay, now you keep playin' with that thing, dammit… I wanna see how fast it gets hard after I take my shirt off…" Off came fat-Ambrose's tie, after which he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, watching David's eyes just to make sure he was driving the boy crazy. He stood there in his white T-shirt, his bulbous breasts full and protrusive. "How about these hunks'a heaven, sonny-boy? What size cup ya think I oughta have?"
David felt dazed and warm, his hand gripping his loose cock, eyes peeled faithfully to Ambrose's heaving flesh. "Uh… C–Cup…?" he muttered.
"Want me to take my top off so's you can see'em bounce?"
David nodded, his blood racing through his veins as he wondered what kind of vermouth Valerie had used in that cocktail.
"If you want it, say so!" ordered Ambrose. "Tell me what you want to see!"
"I… I want to see'em bounce!"
"See what bounce?" howled fat-Ambrose.
"Tits!" said David, and felt the jerking tremors of an erection as he uttered that word, glancing wildly over at Sarah, who was now naked, her nipples as flat as a boy's, her pale pubic pit absolutely hairless. She retched out a few more giggles as she caught the frantic look in his eyes, David trying to superimpose a pair of full, sprouting breasts on her paltry person. He gazed back at Ambrose's mountainous chest. "Tits!" he said again. "Want to see your tits bounce!" And a cold chill went up his spine as he felt his cock grow even thicker in his hand, and wondered how the hell this fat old slob could be getting him hot when he was so disgusting to look at and revolting to smell and quite conspicuously not a female!
"All right, stop begging and whining!" said Ambrose, and peeled off his undershirt. His globular throbs of flesh bobbed out, full and round, the nipples long and rigid. Ooh Goddamn!.. They did look like a woman's breasts, thought David… which made everything even more grisly, because this guy was such a bull and a monster.
"Aren't they lovely?" shrieked Sarah. "That's why Father always liked him best!"
Her husband Hank doubled up in stitches over that one, and David felt that the sight of Ambrose's mammalish members was getting him a little drunk… his eyes fastened intently to those long hard nipples, knowing they wouldn't believe him if he told them how completely repelled he was because… oh wow, the longer he stared at fat-Ambrose's knockers, the harder his cock got. He glanced briefly in the mirror to appraise the swollen bloom at the head of it… while on the other side of the wall there were some 'ahhhs!' and 'awwws!' and a ripple of applause.
"Maybe he wants to suck'em, Ambrose," said lanky-Hank.
Grinning and wet-lipped, Ambrose tickled his fingertips over his nipples and stared at the sculptured perfection of David's mouth. "Is that what you want, boy? Wanna taste some of my hot melon?"
"He's got a rugged, manly face, but those lips must have come straight from his Mama!" Sarah went into another giggle-seizure.
"Answer me, boy!.. you wanna give these a lickin'…?"
"Whatever you want," muttered David, "my… uh… desires don't count."
"All right, then let's just say I wanna do whatever makes you happy," said Ambrose. Then he thrust out a meat-hook of a hand and shoved David's face down against his naked breasts. "Go to it, boy, I can't stand to watch your hungry face another minute…"
Amidst more shrieks and giggles. Hank and Sarah ran eagerly across the room for a close view of this performance. David felt the hot-spike of manly nipple brush against his mouth and as he felt the burning heat of their eyes, he slowly parted his lips and let the yeasty ape-flesh slide in against his tongue… his eyes darting feverishly to their faces as they gaped and ogled… their eyes on his mouth making him hungrier for this depravity, as now David pulled more of the pendulous member into his mouth, sucking and swabbing and growing crazily excited to have witnesses see his lips in that unlikely place…
… While in the living-room all of Valerie's patrons rose to their feet in panting tribute. Even their hostess stopped doing her nails long enough to peer closer at this scene, both excited by what she saw, and proud of her own judgment. She'd certainly been right about David; he'd been crying for the sewer all his life…
The harder David sucked at fat-Ambrose's bosom, the harder his cock stood out… which, to him, seemed like some fantastic miracle, as he felt the dizzying tremors of uncharted passions, knowing he was being debased and lowered before alien eyes, and oh God, how he gloried in the dirty thrill of it! To uncleanse himself at last, to show the world once and for all that he wasn't pure and saintly and untried… and oh man, what a gloriously filthy revelation… to taste this swollen forbidden ugliness… the groveling indignities and distortions of finding appetites for that which was the epitome of all revulsion… simply because nobody in the world would expect him to be doing this… and oooh, he was doing it, under dirty recording eyes… sucking the fat man's breasts, and making good on this the very first day of his career…
"All right, stand back and let me see your progress," said Ambrose, pushing the boy's head away. "Stand up straight."
David did so, and all three silently appraised the pink-glowed erection that jabbed out of his briefs.
"Hank, honey, take off the baby's panties now," said Sarah.
Hank bent before David and slowly unravelled the briefs, one hand gripping the stiff throbbing cock while he pulled the garment down.
"My sis likes to see her husband with a strange man's dick in his hand," Ambrose explained conversationally.
"Aw, the fink!.. Look, it's gettin' soft!" complained Hank, rising and glowering at David.
"Well, I refuse to give in and let him suck my tits again!" announced fat-Ambrose, stamping his foot rebelliously, his hands flailing up to cover his dowager-breasts.
"I know what to do!" giggled Sarah. She scampered over to the bed where she'd thrown her enormous handbag. She dug inside and brought out a small, gleaming package, then scooted back to the group. "Here Hank, honey, slap some of this on his pecker, and then give him a good jerkin' with your long bony fingers…"
Hank unpeeled the package, and David saw at once that it contained margarine. Holy Christ! Now they're going to baste me…! Then he gasped as he felt Hank's fingers applying the cool, slippery substance all up and down his cock… Hank sinking back down on his knees and ferociously starting to masturbate the boy, an imbecilic grin on his face. David instantly felt the new swelling and let out an involuntary groan, for it was such a wet and buttery feeling… ohhhh!.. up and down and what the hell did they want from him!.. repulsive creeps gettin' him hotter than he'd ever been in his life… "Aw… better hold it," he moaned, gazing down at his gleaming greased-up prick and, abstractedly, finding it just as photogenic as Valerie said it was, but ummm!.. it was much too damp to be handled like that… or hell, maybe they wanted to see him spray out all over them… was that it? "Do you… do you people want it to happen like this…?"
"Jesus, look at his eyes!" jeered fat-Ambrose. "Look at them poppin' degenerate eyes on him… OohmyGod, is this pervert ever in the right business!"
Then everything happened so fast, David had very little time for new reactions. Fat-Ambrose disappeared somewhere behind him, and Sarah gripped her husband's jagging hand and pressed it so tightly around David's prick that he cried out with sudden pain. Now both Hank and Sarah were digging their fingers into his thick wet meat. "Put your hands behind your back if you want us to let go!" ordered Hank.
David quickly did as they asked, and they dropped his cock. Then he heard a clanging sound behind him, the feel of cold steel about his wrists, and knew at once that Ambrose had fastened a pair of handcuffs on him. He thought instantly of the Vice-Squad, but felt sure they'd never probe this far into a scene before making an arrest. He opened his mouth to protest, but felt a wide piece of black adhesive tape flap tightly across his lips.
"All right, boys, lift him up and get him over to the bed," cried Sarah. "He's gonna find out we don't believe in pampering our love-slaves!"
As the men hauled his nude husky body towards the bed. David decided they were going a little too far, because he didn't go for all this bossy manhandling… except that he supposed this wasn't really true, because as they carried him, his prick stayed as hard and excited as ever… bobbing and expanding as they hurled him flat on the bed. David now gaped wildly as giggling Sarah climbed on top of him, digging her nails into his nipples until he grunted from the sting. She plopped her cool skimpy flanks on his chest and straddled her legs over his head until her scrawny thighs pressed against his ears. David glared curiously at her long and ragged split-labia, the first he'd ever seen without its customary lunatic-fringe. While he was trying to determine exactly what was wanted of him in this helpless state, Sarah let out a lusty cackle and in a single savage gesture, ripped the tape off his lips. David winced and opened his mouth to cry out, but his protests were instantly muffled by Sarah's hot and gaping vagina. She had lurched up and crushed the tender meaty slit deep against his parted mouth, and as David gasped and tried to get his breath, she spread the gnarled lips of her cunt and sank in on him, furrowing, angling, giggling. David's tongue caught the circling inside that deep crease of flesh… the others shouting out orders:
"Aw suck her where she sits boy!" roared Ambrose. "Keep diggin' that schoolboy tongue 'til she tells'ya to stop…!
"I'm a Grandmother, Sonny," said Sarah, squirming and sliding her urine-flavored bottom all over his face, "does that make you any thirstier?"
"Oooh!.. Eat the Granny-Cranny!" yelled Hank, clapping his hands idiotically and bending low to watch this gulpy action, overjoyed to see another, much younger guy taking over his chores for once.
David felt a new and writhing turmoil in his loins, a lashing greed that was primitive and jungle-dipped as he licked and pumped up those acrid aging flavors, panting and confused and disturbed by this added defilement… hands bound and mouth trapped at the base of old lady tigress-spout, a devourement that tasted gamier with every thrusting pout of his full and boyish lips… ummm, lap and lick and suck and let these crippling-fresh frenzies grow in your mouth, clean-boy, pure-boy!.. until the voracities became such surging demons that he wished his hands were free to spread this skewered-out hag-pit and bury his whole gutter-swallowing face right up that tangy-wangy witch-nest… And aww, scrape some of yesterday's creams and popped-memories and leavings… Ummm, I'll suck this old bag's gizzard! Goddamn, can't they see how much I like it… aw look at me, you guys! look at Youth making a meal out of the hot-Decrepit!.. always had respect for the Elderly, even my own father-in-law with his skinny nightmare-ass… ummm, wanna sing a hymn to this hole, wanna serenade it… l'il ol' lady creaming by… pop your glands… in my eye… wanna suck the l'il of lady I hold dear to me…" aw… curtsy all over my face, ya creaky bitch!.. bow and squat right here… and ooummm, the name of the game is 'slurp'… and point me to an old-ladies' home quick, I'll drink 'em all…!
Hank and Ambrose had been peering low to watch this gulpy display, delighted that there was no pubic hair to hide the boy's sensuous, snarling attack… growing so hot to see his cunt-buried junior-lips in action that they now slipped out of their clothes, their rigid masts of flesh planking out between their hairy thighs, Hank's long and bullet-shaped, while Ambrose's swollen member was as fat and bloated as the rest of his portly body. Once again David felt the gnawing ambivalence of nausea and excitement as he wondered what might still lie ahead for him in this bed, but wanting only to empty his mind as he kept filling his mouth with the jellied walls of Sarah's moistening cavity. Then he shuddered and groaned as he felt something wet and burning capture the knob of his cock and warm downward until his member was fully embedded in the hottest cavern it had ever known…
"My brother's had a touch of malaria ever since the War," clacked Sarah, "so whenever he sucks a body they feel like they're falling right through the Doorway to Hell! You ain't never felt anything so hot, have you, Sonny?"
… Oh damn!.. he's got a fever, David thought dazedly, as that scoop of liquid-fire flamed between his legs… unnn, that explains it, so hold on… tight! But no, it was too much!.. Ambrose's fat wet mouth felt like a drizzling searing torch, as the slobbering stout libertine gobbled and gulped at the boy's genitals, an enraging heat of moist suction and sensation that dipped right down to his balls and then, after a quick steamy breath, swallowed them too…
Whatever happened, David knew he couldn't take much more of that swabbing furnace of a mouth… oooh Jesus, that big soft St. Bernard tongue was drivin' him crazy… Aw, somebody come and drag that gulping animal off me!.. like being eaten alive… a look of panic in David's eyes now, that Sarah quickly identified, knowing he was about to come, but wanting all his sassy boy-creams for herself. She snapped her skinny fingers and let out a signal war-cry which Ambrose at once understood, for he slipped the huge throbbing meat out of his mouth and backed off the bed… after which Sarah slid swiftly downward on David's thrust-up member until her mouth-moistened crotch folded neatly over the wet head of it, and then, with a victory-squeal, she sat right down on it just as nice as you please… pfluuoomp!.. David licking away her moistures and gasping to see his cock disappear right up the shaven nook and ditch of her… and ohhh, wait… wait… "OoohmyGod!" he cried out, his body trembling and ravaged by these snowballing lusts they'd heaped upon him… unnn, finding all his soft and spouting places… Cackling like a banshee on a bum-trip, Sarah leapt up and down on his pulsating wet pole, bouncing and slotting and looking like she'd have to be nailed down to the floor any minute… while David felt like a lost and floundering wino, gone drunk and headless and cockless and oounnn!.. so gloriously tunneled-up and claimed by this lovely obnoxious gore, these gargoyle-cretins supping on him… Oooh!.. pirate-cannibals feeding at his innards and making him bow down to the scourge of what they brought him… and oh Christ, how he loved what was happening to his body, as if he'd sent out certain parts of it to be tuned-up, reconditioned… and they were sending it back to him, newer and shinier than ever… Sarah bouncing tirelessly now and David wondering how long he could damn up those bursting sprays… turning to the side and noticing how close lanky-Hank stood as he jagged his meat and stared down at his moist mouth… and David wondered crazily if he were now about to suck his first cock… Hank grinning slimily now and climbing up over the boy, as his wife kept whacking her antic bottom up and down below…
Hank straddling David's face now, the boy gaping at the man's long, angry-looking prick and heavy balls… then growing even more panicky as Hank kept raising higher, his cock thankfully out of reach of David's mouth now, but his fat drooping balls tapping his chin… "Lick my balls while I pull myself off!" Hank said hoarsely. "Then when I'm ready to shoot, stuff-em both in your mouth at once. Always like to see balls in a kid's mouth when I pop…!" David tried to tell himself he was getting off easy, since balls weren't as long as a cock and didn't erupt. But he felt much too charged-up from Sarah's galloping journey to form any more cogent thoughts on the subject… so he flicked out his tongue and licked lanky-Hank's big balls, as the man masturbated himself and leered down to watch this stranger's young tongue lapping at his flesh… Sarah shrieking out her Halloween-squeals and flouncing up and down so madly that David could feel nothing but a sweet euphoria… as he watched the streaming arc and semen-spurt graze over his head and hit the pillow while Hank groaned and shot his load… David dutifully stuffing those fat man-balls in his mouth and thinking of round breasts without nipples and unnn!.. Wait… gasping and flexing his muscles, for now he, too, was relinquishing all the swirling foams within him. "OooWHEE!" cackled slamming Sarah, "Ooooooh!.. Drown me, youngster, gush all that Sunday-school cream right up into me!" Hank carefully slipping his testicles from between David's lips and moving off the bed… as Sarah flipped upwards, mopped her cranny with the bedspread, and said: "Quick, turn him over while he's still limp and spent!" David half-dreamily licking the salty taste of testes from his lips as Hank and Ambrose suddenly grabbed the boy and flipped him over on his belly… Ambrose swiftly unfastening the handcuffs and spreading David's arms up above his head, after which he and Hank slid his body lower on the bed and fastened his wrists together on the Hank-wet pillow. David was still breathless and reeling from his own powerful orgasm, only dimly realizing what they meant to do with him now, as Ambrose barked: "Up on your knees, Sonny! We got an old saying in our family: we think all boys who fuck should be fucked…"
"That's right, sweetie," said Sarah, "these boys gotta screw everybody who screws me! We made a pact."
David felt their hands propping him up from behind, and knew that his lithe hard ass now shot up for all to see, crudely spread and exposed… suburban country-club hubby pared open to the core… Sarah prancing gleefully close to the bed… "Turn your pretty head towards me, boy, 'cause you're gonna get stuffed like a Christmas turkey, and I want you to look right into my eyes every minute it's happening!.. understand me?… Keep starin' at me while they're doin' it to you…!"
Sarah got down on her knees and pressed her face close to David's, then waved her arm at the boys as a signal to begin. David felt the quick cool moisture being dabbed at his anus, and knew at once they were applying the margarine there. He cringed and tried to contract his rectal muscles as he felt the newly mingled churning of fear and excitement… thought, too, of the vast sums of money he'd be making… "Aw Jesus, what a keester!" howled Ambrose, crawling behind the flared-out boy. "Like two round, white apples!" He jabbed the thick snout of his cock between the thrust-up buttocks, aiming and centering the hefty rod of flesh… then fiercely pressing it against the tight opening, David feeling odd expectant tremors and sensations back there, but positive that nothing that thick could ever enter there… so he relaxed a little and waited for them to give up. It was then that Ambrose plunged his cock fully up that small, resisting channel, mercilessly spreading the cheeks apart and hurling every inch upwards and in and grinding… "Uuaagghhf!" David let out a crucial cry of agony and shock, for it felt as if a hot iron poker had been crammed up his bowels, oooh!.. No, man… It hurts, it hurts!.. biting down hard on his underlip and closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at Sarah's face that nuzzled in close to his… "Keep those eyes open, boy!" she ordered him. "You tryin' to spoil it for me?" David opened his eyes again and let them meet her leering hawklike stare, as Ambrose rammed and lunged more cruelly in and out of him, digging his nails into the boy's back as he fucked him, grunting like a hog… Hank standing near to catch the boy's facial expressions under this throttling attack… David feeling more distorted and exposed and humiliated with every lashing stroke… Ambrose now launching a tearing, banging rampage of lust, his tongue flopping out over his fat lips as he madly snarled and deepened his entry, and then quickly shot and bolted all his saved-up juices, spiking the boy's rump off the bed a few inches, as David gulped and groaned and let himself confess to the grisly sting of pleasure that was now surging about his prostate… Sarah giggling and pressing her dry waspish lips to his as she sensed the arrival of his anguished joy, biting his lips in her excitement for his discovery. David grew even more exquisitely revolted… then winced as Ambrose slid his member brutally out… but quivered anew as Hank quickly replaced him, his long streamlined pole charging up even deeper… Ooooh Christ! The boy felt something rip and throb and divide with this more pointed invasion… Hank gripping the boy's shoulders and slamming him back onto his spear… "Aw Sarah, I think we got us another cherry for our collection!" Hank roared. Oooh man, what a tight bouncing baby boy…" pounding, thudding… digging and now streaming out his second load of the day… Sarah giggling and running her tongue over the boy's lips… but David suddenly crying out in surprise and wonder… "Ooh hey… wait… I'm… I'm coming!.. not even hard… but ahhhh!.. please!.. it's here…!" David couldn't understand what was happening… with all that twisted agony inside of him, how could he feel like… like this?
Moving with the agility of a pack-rat, Ambrose dove his head under David's belly and thighs, slipping the tremulous moist member back into his oven-like mouth just as David let out a terrible wail and emptied his torn wet passions into the slobbering draining fat-Ambrose… ahhhhh!.. the heat… and the lapping…
… After this, nothing will seem low, he thought, listening to their appreciative moans and sighs. And by God, I've won! This had to be the worst of it, and they like me… I drove them wild… and it was me who unleashed all the power to do this-not the Company or the Corporation, but me alone, without having to kowtow or butter-up-to-the-boss… and using nothing but the members I was born with. God, what a supremely natural victory! He was flying solo at last, and he fit in. And when the trio gave him a twenty-five dollar tip before they departed, David realized he'd earned a hundred dollars for just a single hour's work; and he had earned this money without giving his mind or his heart. So he was free.
… Who among us can say that, he wondered later, as he romped and splashed in his shower…
In the living-room Valerie collected her fees from the assortment of bi-guys, gay-guys and bi-gals she'd invited, all of whom were led to believe that David was sharing equally in these profits.
"Absolutely fantastic performance for a neophyte!" said one of the connoisseur gay-guys.
"Typical behavior of an industrial-slave once you let him out of his cage," explained Valerie, lispy and excited as she counted the bills. "You see, until now this poor boy's been nothing but a mere cog in the wheels of the Establishment…"
"Ahh, but now he'll become an establishment unto himself!" said another patron. Everyone nodded and agreed. Valerie counted. And later took a third of David's take as well. When she told him that he must also split his tip with her, David immediately asked how she'd known about it.
"Why… they told me about it just as they left," she improvised hurriedly. "They wanted me to know how delighted they were with you, and… said you w-~ v. ell worth that extra twenty-five dollars."
He grinned a little bashfully. "Then you're proud of me, huh, Val? I passed my entrance-exams with flying colors, didn't I?"
"Oh honey, you were fabulous!" she said, flinging herself into his arms for a kiss. "In fact, you are now the Stud-King of San Francisco!"
"Gee!" he said, holding her and basking in his success. "Then they must have told you an awful lot about it, I mean… about what we did…"
"Oh well, listen, darling… they were so pleased they wanted to shout it from the rooftops!" They were in the living-room now having cocktails, Valerie's draperies safely hiding her tattle-tale two-way mirror. "Are you too tired to show me some of your leftovers, David?"
"Oooh never, baby!.. where you're concerned it's Gung-Ho all the way!"
Valerie was curious to see how much she could squeeze out of him after such a bout. As it turned out, she needn't have worried. Longevity like David's was money in the bank.
And as David drove home to Hillsborough that night, happily humming and spent, he actually, looked forward to the soporific monotony of watching TV and reclining on the divan. Maybe for once he'd be able to watch The Flying Nun without wondering how it would feel to lick up her habit…
And golly, just think of it, soon he'd be able to support his family without any help from those stinkin' Montclairs! His own man at last: self-sufficient suburban husband and father of three-with one unbeknownst addition on the way…