Chapter 1

"Nhh," he moaned, finally reaching the climax. Semen seeped from the slit in his cock. "Larson, you are amazing."

Larson pulled his cock out. "Thanks," ha said. "I get that a lot." He grabbed a tissue and started to clean up him mess. "Sorry I came inside you so much."

"That's okay. You were wonderful! The best yet!"

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Richard."

"Richard then." Larson finished with the tissue and tossed it in the wastebasket. "I'll be going now." Larson pulled on his pants and shirt.

"No! You don't have to go," Richard sat up.

"I have to. If I stay any longer your wife will find out," he said coolly.

Richard sighed and leaned against the headboard. "I can't believe you're only seventeen. You're so mature. Not to mention so good at sex."

"Thank you." Larson turned back, holding out his hand. "Now if you'll kindly…" He wiggled his fingers to finish the sentence.

"Oh! Yes! Sorry." Richard leaped off the bed and found his pants. Pulling out his wallet, he placed two twenties in Larson's open hand.

Larson looked at the money, frowning. "This is way too-"

"Not at all," Richard cut him off. "You deserve it."

Larson blinked blankly. "Thank you." He stuffed the money into the back pocket of his jeans. "Well, I'll be off." He opened the door and walked out.



A young man with really trimmed blonde hair turned in the direction of the voice.

Another young man, this one with unruly black hair, ran up.

"James! Guess what!" The teen pushed a dark strand out of his eyes.

"What is it, Larson?" James waited patiently for Larson to catch his breath.

Larson bent, hands on knees, panting as if he had just run a marathon. He held up a wad of cash in one hand.

James gasped, taking the money. "Where did you get all this?" He leafed it out. "There's more than two-hundred bucks in here!" He looked, dumfounded, at Larson.

Larson stood up. "It's amazing how much old guys will pay for a little action," he winked.

James blushed. "Y-You mean … you … for this money … you…"

Larson nodded. "I just fucked 'em real hard, and they shove this in my face." He shrugged, "and who am I to deny their money."

"You took their money!" James blushed more.

"Hey, chill," Larson laughed. "It's their money. If they want to give it all to me then that's their choice."

"but you had to…" He didn't finish, just looked down at the huge amount of cash in his hands.

Larson sighed, a little aggravated. They had been through this before. "Yes. I had to have sex with them, okay? Look, are you going to start crying or are we going to start thinking of how to spend it?"

James shook his head. "You need to stop selling yourself."

Larson groaned, hands on his hips.

"But," James raised a finger, "how you got it is in the past. I think we should go off and get ourselves so bloody drunk we can't remember our names tomorrow morning."

Larson smiled. "Now you're talking!" He swiped the cash back and stuffed it in his pocket. "This Saturday, tomorrow. I'll pick you up at our place at eight. I've gotta go turn in a late paper." He started to run off. "See you tomorrow!" he called back.

James sighed as Larson faded out of view. "You really need to stop selling yourself," he said into the wind. He looked down, noticing the bulge in his pants. "Because I want you all to myself. You're making me so hard." He turned and headed home.