Boyz 4 Rent

   By Rob Loveboy

   Edits by James FitzHugh (all rights reserved

   (Chapter One) Meeting Supply and Demand!

   (Subsidizing a pension income)

   Taking early retirement at the young age of fifty-five, Patrick never
thought or planned on becoming the `King of Kiddie Porn' on the file-share
cloud he had been trading on for a few years, nor had he ever entertained
the idea of becoming involved in the flesh-trade.  All of it happened by
chance, as if fate was guiding his way.

   Patrick had divorced at age thirty-five.  He had simply come to the
conclusion that he had been living a lie long enough.  He knew that he was
definitely gay.  He felt that there was no further need to keep his dear
wife tied into a relationship that neither wanted anymore.  The separation
was amicable and he made sure she wanted for nothing.

   A prosperous oil & gas executive, he moved to the lucrative industry's
capital city at a time when it was a boom-town, population 650,000, and
growing by the thousands every month.  Twenty years later, the city boasted
a major metropolis with a population of over 1.9 million and growing so
fast that city planners couldn't keep up with the infrastructure needs.

   He was investing his money in revenue properties.  Houses were cheap at
the time and new construction was steadily increasing the available supply.
In these boom times, he knew he couldn't possibly go wrong.  The newcomers
would always need a place to live and he rented out the houses at twice
what the mortgage payments were.  It was probably the only wise thing he
ever did in his life besides relocating there when offered the promotion.
Patrick wasn't quite wealthy but he certainly wasn't dependent when he
decided to take his early retirement and get out of the rat race for sanity
sake.

   Patrick travelled a lot.  He visited mostly those countries where he
could buy young boys as easily as buying a case of beer.  He was like a kid
in a candy store.  He couldn't decide what his age preference was so he
tried them all.  He originally started off with the eight to 15 years-olds
but soon found the eleven to 13 year old age group to his liking and more
or less stuck with that.  When he was looking to play, he would place his
order with almost any older teenage prostitute who all seemed to know where
to procure and deliver the entertainment to his hotel for the night for a
small finders fee.

   Many times he bought two for double the pleasure.  He would have one
with a little hair, the other without.  He was thus able to add to his
growing porn collection by taking pictures and videos and downloading them
to the cloud site.  He was always careful to keep his own face concealed as
he sucked, got sucked and fucked them, as well as, the two boys having sex
with each other.  Rather than post a whole half-hour video, he would cut
them in ten minute segments and mix them in with others to appear his
collection was larger than what it really was and thus increasing his
bargaining power and notoriety on the web.  Patrick didn't know why he was
so obsessive-compulsive in collecting and increasing his collection when he
could just as easily and often did have the real warm flesh and blood
bodies in his bed.

   Over the years, the area around one of his houses situated just on the
edge of the city center slowly became the boy-stroll.  The block between
8th and ninth streets and between 11th and twelfth avenues was home to over
fifty young hustlers.  The green-space in the middle was a hot bed of
sexual activity.  After a number of righteous citizens complained, the city
cut down the trees as a deterrent but it didn't stop anything.  Under the
cover of darkness the pitch black, unlit park with its many fountains and
statues paying tribute to war veterans added extra cover should anyone
happen to stroll through the area.

   Mostly, the sex trade was carried out in vehicles driven to remote, dark
parking lots in industrial areas or, if the boy and the client were on foot
it took place in either dark alleys or the boys were taken to local hotels,
motels or private homes and apartments for sex.  On a Friday and Saturday
night, vehicles were almost bumper to bumper circling the block looking for
the perfect whore-boy because every client had their personal preference.
The thud of car doors in the stillness of the night was a constant
confirmation of the steady picking up or dropping off.  The surrounding
concerned residents complained often about the traffic and noise.  The
police responded with a presence that would harass the johns and disperse
the traffic jam.  It would also drive the boys into the darkness of park
but as soon as the cops were gone, it went back to being business as usual
on the stroll.

   Patrick's house was the only remaining single family dwelling left in
the area.  Gradually, low-rise apartment buildings replaced the old houses.
Patrick had refused all offers to buy him out.The sweet elderly couple that
rented the place were living there years before Patrick had decided to
purchase the property.  He wasn't about to throw them out onto the street
at a boom time when affordable living accommodations were becoming more and
more scarce.  The construction of new buildings could simply not keep up
with the demand.

   The old gentleman had been a carpenter all his life and looked after the
place like it was his own.  When they finally decided to move into a
seniors residence, Patrick moved in.  He couldn't resist being a stone's
throw away from the action.  The boys on the block were a little older than
he liked, 14 and fifteen, but every once in a while a younger one appeared
on the scene.

   Almost all the boys were runaways.  The city known for its relatively
mild winters attracted them from across the country.  There were all kinds.
Some were or would end up being cocksuckers, some would bend over at the
flash of money, some would do both and, then, there were the studs, usually
older boys in the 16 to 18 range, who needed the money but didn't suck or
get fucked.  These might be rare but they had their place and their
customers in the marketplace.  They sold their bodies to men for money to
buy drugs, a sad end result for most of the estimated 300 homeless kids in
the city.  Inevitably, as much as they struggled to survive on the streets
and swear never to be giving $30 blowjobs or taking it up the ass for
fifty, that's where most of them ended up.  It was those fresh ones that
Patrick watched for as he sat on his porch most every night studying them.

   Patrick developed a friendship with many of the street boys over time.
He always had a huge pot of hearty soup on the stove and he allowed a few
chosen ones to use his shower and crash on the mattresses with the daily
cleaned linen he had placed on his basement floor ...  or in his bed,
gratis of course.  Only one rule applied and was strictly enforced; no
doing drugs in the house.  Patrick abhorred the designer chemical drugs
that were at epidemic proportion among youth ...  drugs made in america in
some amateur chemist's home kitchen with random household chemicals added
and sold on the streets, the allurement of youth was the affordability of
it.

   It was easy picking out the fresh meat.  The first time they stood on
the sidewalk, they were as nervous as hell.  They would have a hard time
making eye contact with the drivers and end up with their heads looking
down at the sidewalk in shame.  Some of the luckier ones had an older boy
show them the ropes.  It was usually the one who had already taken him in
the park and taught him how to suck cock and take it up the ass, if a few
other whore-boys hadn't raped him first.  The older teens were very
territorial and for good reason; a chicken or new boy was always a trick's
first choice.  If the newbies learned anything quickly it was that it was
safer to be with a man than stand among the wolves of his peers.

   Usually, another boy close in age, perhaps just slightly older,
befriends the thirteen or fourteen year-old, new in town runaway.  They
were easy to spot.  They quite often wore large backpacks crammed with
clothes and many times, game devices to hard to part from home without.  If
a guy was lucky, he might hang onto his backpack for a day or two before it
was taken from him, as well as, any money he has.

   They stood on downtown streets begging for spare change with a keen eye
watching out for cops.  Their nights were spent in alleyways and dumpster
diving.  If the kid was lucky, he got to meet somebody, perhaps living in
one of the many derelict buildings usually inhabited by many kids.  By the
third day they were starving, their clothes and bodies were filthy and they
blended right in with their peers standing out as a street kid ever the
more watchful of the police.

   If their new best friend was any kind of friend at all, he would take
the newbie with him to a local soup kitchen so the kid had at least
something warm in his stomach.  Every few days, they might go to a shelter
for a one night stay so that they could have a decent shower and wash their
clothes.  All the while, the best friend would be teaching the newbie the
art of sucking cock and bending over to take it up the ass.  He would also
be suggesting an easy way of making good money and surviving on the
streets. After a few more days of roughing it, the newbies either went back
home or were working the streets.  They hoped every night that a trick who
was away from home and lonely for company wanted them to stay over night
which usually meant a meal of some kind and a warm bed.  These were the
vulnerable boys that Patrick set his sights on.

   Male prostitution operates differently from that of the ladies of the
evening.  Most female street-walkers have pimps who supposedly keep them
safe, look after the financial arrangements and provides some form of
shelter.  The boy trade was mostly unencumbered by pimps.  The vast
majority of young males working the streets are free spirit entrepreneurs.
They could negotiate a price for sex acts bent over leaning inside the
passenger window.  Whereas the cost went up significantly for overnighters
with a woman, boys often, but not necessarily, tended to sell themselves
short, in many cases reducing the price in favor of luxury such as
overnight accommodation.

   Another pet peeve of older, seasoned teens was that the chickens could
undercut the standard benchmark rates and prosper greatly on volume, which
was really a fallacy because the crack-heads were known to undercut each
other on the slower weeknights often going as low as $10 for a blowjob just
so he could score more crack-cocaine or other drug of choice as soon as
possible.

   Patrick knew the handle names of many of the thousand or so men using
the cloud service's chat room.  Eventually he met one man in a private chat
room doing serious dealing of fresh new videos.  They became chummy and
learned they were from the same city.  Doggy-dick knew a few others from
around the general area as well, who in turn knew others.  When all was
said and done, there was a total of twelve boy-lovers who were soon
chatting with each other, the dirty dozen, as they called themselves.

   The first soon to be whore boy that Patrick broke-in was 13 year-old
Josh.  He saw the blond nervously standing a block away trying to build the
courage to proceed any further.  He watched the twenty or so older teens
standing around or bent over making a deal with a trick.  Some got into the
cars and sped off to god knows where to do god know what.  Josh had never
been so afraid in his life, even more so when the five teens jumped him and
stole his backpack and money, taking off his shoes and socks to be sure
they weren't missing any.

   He met another boy named Phil, who was sympathetic.  It was Phil who
told him about the boy stroll and how he made good money at it.  Josh was
appalled at the idea.  Phil arranged to meet him at Macdees at 8pm and
together they would go to the stroll, however, Phil told Josh that he would
be on his own when they got there.  Phil never showed up.  The smell of the
fast food made Josh's stomach grumble and a very sore pain developed in his
gut.  He had to eat so he decided to go on his own.

   Patrick saw the arrival of the new kid on the block, sized him up and
decided to take a leisurely stroll the short distance and began to chat the
kid up.  He showed the boy $50 and pointed out his house.  He offered the
kid a steak dinner then turned and began walking back home.  The nice
looking boy, although skinny as a rake, with beautiful sharp green eyes was
never less than five feet behind him.  Patrick felt a tingling in his groin
knowing that he was going to have sex with the virgin that night.

   Patrick was in no rush.  Purposely, he stayed sitting on the porch with
Josh after giving him a beer and watching him devour a large bag of potato
chips.  Josh was all eyes on the goings-on across the street, a place he
was headed to before being intercepted by the man who seemed nice,

   "Don't look so frightened, Josh." he smiled.  "Relax, the two of us are
going to get along famously.  You don't have to go over there tonight if
you don't want to."

   Josh appeared relieved, Patrick heard a slight sigh.  "Thank you." he
whispered.

   "I'll introduce you to a few of those guys later tonight, you'll like
them, and it'll be easier on you if you know people over there."

   "I'm not gay, ya know," the boy said a little above a whisper.  He had a
need to tell him that just as they all had at some point.

   "Gay for pay, my boy!" said Patrick in reply taking another sip from his
beer.  "Makes no difference to me or to those guys over there on the other
side of the street or the men you're going to have sex with.  You're the
one who seems to have the problem with it." Patrick said bluntly.  He added
by way of offering a way out if the boy was still apprehensive, "It's not
too late to change your mind.  You can always go back to wherever it is you
came from."

   Patrick made it a rule to never ask the boys about their past lives. 
The least he knew about them the better off he was.  From experience he
knew that by keeping them at an arm's length, it made it much easier to
fuck them without a conscience.

   Josh bitterly said, "I'd rather suck a thousand cocks that go back
there!"

   "Good, then ya won't mind starting with this one." Patrick said as he
pulled the waistband of his sweats out and tucked it under his balls.  His
cock wasn't overly large but it was a perfect seven slender inches made for
fucking boy-ass.

   Josh looked at it wide-eyed then looked up at Patrick's face.  "You want
me to do it now ...  right here?" The reality of his new role in life
suddenly kicked him right in the ass.

   "Nobody can see through the lattice railing and there isn't anyone out
on their balcony on either side of us.  Besides, if they wanna look, let
them!  They see it around here all the time, anyway." he said with sarcasm.


   Josh was scared.  The kid had probably never seen another guy with an
erection, let alone being expected to suck it.  He looked at it again, and
again glared at Patrick as if hoping for a sudden reprieve.  Patrick stared
back expressionless, only indicating with a downward flick of his eyes as
to what was expected of him.

   Slowly, Josh's ass slithered off the chair and onto his knees, even
slower, he crawled over to Patrick on his hands and knees.  As he was
crawling to him, Patrick slid his sweats completely down to his ankles and
spread his legs wide for Josh who was finally getting back up on his knees
staring down at the menacing looking one-eyed cobra.  He held it around the
base as if it was poisonous, made several grimaces before closing his eyes
and lowering his head.

   Just before the cobra's head slid between his lips and he took the
plunge, he asked "Don't cum in my mouth."

   "You got it, kid." Patrick lied.

   Experience dictated that once Josh got used to the idea that he had a
another guy's cock in his mouth and the bile subsided from the top of his
throat, virtually tasteless and other than a musky odor, he would conclude
that it wasn't all that bad.  However, he did find the licking of Patrick's
sweaty balls most humiliating.  Patrick gave him a pointers as he slid his
cock in and out of the now not so virgin mouth and, in no time at all, Josh
was doing a pretty good job giving his first blowjob.

   Things were moving along quite nicely.  That is until Patrick failed to
give Josh warning and held his head down while he unloaded his thick creamy
essence in the boy's mouth.  Josh sputtered and spat and gagged but to no
avail.  He was forced to endure the bitter, salty snot-like slime to the
very last drop.  He had thought of biting Patrick's cock but had decided
that wouldn't be a prudent decision.  The moment Patrick released him, he
leaped up and bent over the railing coughing and spitting out whatever foul
tasting goop was left after swallowing.  After a while he settled back into
his chair and, thankfully, the lingering aftertaste washed out by the beer.

   True to his word, after Josh had settled down, Patrick cooked them a
steak and baked potato on the grill, deciding on corn-on-the-cob as an
added treat for Josh.  Josh was hungry and didn't bother using cutlery.  He
shoveled the food into his mouth with his fingers.  Patrick didn't know
what it was like to be literally starving nor did he ever want to find out.
He tossed his own corn onto Josh's plate along with half of his stake.  If
it wasn't so sad, the boy's face smeared in grease, BBQ sauce, flakes of
corn and burnt potato skin particles would have been hilarious.  And then
it was all topped off with a milk mustache, four glasses of which it took
wash down his meal.

   As he watched him, Patrick concluded that there was something very
little boy-like about Josh.  He put on a bravado, tough guy face most of
the time but, deeper within, was a scared young man who was definitely out
of his element in becoming a rent-boy.  When Patrick eventually undressed
him, his ribs stuck out and his stomach was shrunken.  There was no
question in Patrick`s mind that Josh had gone without food long before he
ever hit the streets of Oil Town.

   He had a lovely uncut cock that hung two inches and as thick as a man's
thumb.  There wasn't but a few tufts of pubic hair that Patrick could have
easily counted if he had the notion.  It was quite obvious that Josh was
barely thirteen by maybe a month or two, even his testicles were still
dropping.  When Patrick turned Josh around to check out his ass, he was
disgusted to see the boy's back was covered in red welts.  Obviously,
someone had taken a belt or strap to him with a vengeance, and not too long
ago either.  But it was none of Patrick's business.

   The kid stunk to high heavens and Patrick made him have a shower.  He
bagged the boy`s clothing and would wash them the next day.  He took off
his own clothes, sent an email to the `Dirty Dozen' and positioned his
webcam for a live broadcast and waited for Josh to join him.  Settled
comfortably on his bed, Patrick knew that he was the boy's first trick who
had bought and paid for his company as so many men would from that day
forward.

   When Josh came out of the bathroom, he walked to the bed, dropped the
towel and climbed under the covers.  He smelled like Ivory soap, his wet
longish blond hair had the scent of baby powder scented shampoo.  Patrick
snuggled the boy close and groped him, Not too long after Josh became erect
doubling in length and thickening somewhat.

   "Can you cum?" he boldly asked Josh.

   "Yes ...  but not as much as you." Patrick wasn't sure if that response
was meant to flatter or debase him for cumming in his mouth.

   Patrick loved boy cum.  Everything from skim milk-like spurts with only
a hint of sweetness to the creamy gusher loads of some slightly older boys.
He settled between Josh's thighs and began to bathe his balls with an
exertive effort to reach his anus for a little tantalizing tongue play. 
Josh would get more of that as a later treat.  It was Patrick`s experience
that told him that all boys loved it once they got over what they thought
was the grossness of it all.

   Patrick wasn't giving up stimulating Josh until the boy laid a coating
over his tongue.  His jaw and neck ached after an hour, however, ten
minutes later he felt Josh quiver and worked all the harder on bringing him
to climax.  Josh began to literally spasm, his head rocking back and forth
with indistinguishable vocals, all indications was that Josh was finally
going to cum.  His cock swelled and pulsed, once, twice, three times, the
taste of him spat over Patrick`s upper tongue.  It wasn`t a lot; but it was
a sample of puberty's offering.  Nonetheless, it was the nectar of the
Gods!

   Patrick was rock hard by then, he rolled Josh onto his tummy, lubed
himself and the virgin canal he was about to sail into.  Josh was scared
shitless knowing full well what fate awaited him.  He remembered Phil
saying that it hurt the first time with some men being gentle and others
not.  Regardless, it would be a short term pain for long term gain
financially because men usually came very quickly during anal sex.

   Phil claimed that most sex happened in a vehicle, the man seldom leaving
his seat behind the wheel getting blown and even fucking his young whore
who would sit on a man's cock.

   "The best way to do it!" said Phil.  "Because then yer in control of how
much meat ya take and not getting it rammed up your ass."

   It was quite obvious that Patrick had other plans when he propped Josh's
ass under several pillows.  He felt the sharp pain opening him up and it
got more painful the deeper it went.  At one point the pain was
excruciating.  Patrick kept telling him to relax his anal muscles.

   Patrick had had tighter fucks, younger than Josh by far, and had learned
to block out their complaints.  Josh never voiced a word of discontent.  He
was one brave little fucker.  Other than guttural moans and hands slapping
the bed then fingers clenching the bed sheet, he tolerated Patrick grinding
into him.  It was really minor in comparison to what he endured at the
hands of his step father.

   Patrick humped away and collapsed over Josh's small body exhausted and
spent."You okay?" he asked Josh.

   "I guess ...  but it hurts bad."

   "You better get used to it ...  and you will, because men are going to
want that and they'll take it whether you agree or not.  Remember, you're
the whore and they're paying for services.  You, my friend, can't set
conditions, you'll do whatever they want you to do." Patrick warned, he
might as well know what he was getting himself into.  "And, ya best get
used to swallowing a man's load.  A blowjob should never be finished off
with a handjob.  And most importantly, know when to get the hell out of
Dodge if a man is becoming violent."

   To be continued ...

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