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Call Boy by Chance, Part 1

by Gentilly


I was fresh out of college and ready for adventure so I moved to New York City. I had an old friend I crashed with and he arranged an entry-level job at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I loved the Met but the pay was barely subsistence for New York. I didn't want to wear out my welcome with my old friend so I started putting the word out that I needed more work. A guy I had graduated with had also moved to New York. He showed up at the Met, found me, and asked me to dinner. I said, "Sure, Marc, you flush?" I had been in love with Marc since before college but we never got passed the "good friends" phase. He said, "Yeah, I'm a little flush. That's what I want to talk to you about. I'll meet you in front at 5:30."

At 5:30 Marc was there and hailed a cab. The cab pulled up at the Plaza Hotel. I said, "Dude, is this where we're going?"

"Yeah, the Palm Court, c'mon. My treat."

We sat at a 4-top and I asked, "You expecting anyone?" "Maybe." Marc ordered tea and finger sandwiches. After the tea arrived, Marc leaned forward and said, "Tim, I hear you need money."

"That's no secret."

"Yeah well maybe I can help you out, if you've got an open mind."

I said, "Marc, get to the point."

Marc said, "Tim, I make my money, and lots of it, by selling my body. I'm a call boy." I was stunned and silent. Marc said, "Did I shock you?"

"Uh...well, uh, yes, Marc, you did. But now it's sinking in and uh, well, I guess I'm jealous!"

Marc said, "But you don't have to be. All I need to do is wave my hand and you'll be in! You just have to tell me you want to do it. I'll fill in the details later."

I reached across the table and took Marc's hand. I said, "Marc, we go way back. Is this the right thing for me to do?"

Marc said, "Yes. Most definitely, yes."

I took a deep breath and said, "Let's do it. I'm in."

Marc indeed waved his hand and in a minute a handsome, well-dressed man of about 40 was at the table. Marc stood and I followed. The man said, "Oh, no,no. No need to stand, Marc. And this must be Tim."

Marc said, "Tim, this is Charles.

Charles said, "Let's do sit. I'll have some tea." We made small talk about college, the Met, nothing in particular. Charles finally stood and said, "You finish. Marc, will you show Tim to my room when you're done?"

After he left, Marc was excited, "Oh, he really liked you! Tim, you're the greatest."

"Then why didn't we ever fuck?" This time Marc was speechless. I said, "It's okay, Marc, everybody knew I loved you. It just wasn't meant to happen."

We headed to Charles's room. It was an amazing Plaza-only suite. Charles was charming and a gentleman personified. Charles looked at his watch and said, "Marc, I think you have an 8:30 at the Pierre. Besides, I want to have a chat with Tim."

The chat was very tame. He gave me tips on wardrobe, grooming, told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. He trusted that I would always be polite and respectful to the clients. Then he asked, "Tim, do you want to start tonight? I have a client who asked for just your type. You wouldn't even have to change clothes. He will want to bathe you. He always does."

I gulped and said, "Sure, Charles. No time like the present."

"Great. Here’s the room number. He's at The Algonquin. Just go right to the elevators. His name is Allen and he's expecting you at 9:30."

"Hi, Allen? I'm Tim." Seeing Allen did a lot to calm my nerves. He was a good looking 50, wearing a plush dressing gown. He had me sit on the bed and sat next to me.

In a sexy voice, he said, "My, Charles has outdone himself. You are a beautiful boy!" As he said that he was sniffing my hair, my neck, my ears. It kind of turned me on. Allen said, "I bet Charles told you I like to bathe my boys. Oh, not because you need it. You smell wonderful. Will you join me?"

When we got to the large tiled bathroom, Allen started the bath and undressed me. He let his robe fall to the floor and he was stunningly naked. My cock responded and Allen took hold of it and led me to the big tub. It was an hour of feeling, rubbing, kissing and soapy hugging. Tim thought, “I'm getting paid for this?”

They both had full erections and stroked each other slowly and sensually. Allen said, "Time to get out?" I nodded. Out of the tub, Allen put his beautiful robe on me and got a towel and dried my hair. Naked and still a little wet, Allen escorted me to the bed. He laid me down on my stomach and removed the robe. He stood back and cooed, "What a beautiful butt!" He climbed on top of me and kissed me everywhere. When he got back to my ear, he whispered, "Charles said you might not mind if I fucked you. True?"

"Very true!" He lubed his cock and rested his cockhead on my hole. I was hot! I thrust my butt up and his cock entered me. Allen said, "Oh, Tim, that's fantastic!" As gentle as he was he ploughed me with a lot of energy. He held my arms out and licked my clean pits. He never stopped pumping my ass. I was in Heaven and I think Allen was, too. As he picked up speed he grabbed my cock. I was very close, Allen whispered, "You about to cum?"

"Yeah!" And as he unloaded his cum inside me, I came in his hand.

We were exhausted but talked for about a half hour while Allen petted and rubbed me. Finally, I got dressed, kissed Allen, he pressed a small envelope in my hand and we said good night. It was midnight when I got home but I had to call Marc.

"Marc? You awake?"

"Yeah. Just got in. How did it go?"

"Incredible! You know what this guy gave me $500!" Marc said, "And that's just your tip, although a very good one. He must have really liked you. Charles will be impressed. Listen, that $500 is yours. Charles will have our regular money tomorrow when he gives us another client."

"How much is regular money"

"$200, not bad for a fuck, huh?"

END of part 1


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