A Hell Of A Way To Earn A Living
There were three things that made Matthew a very successful rent boy. The first was his cute, boyish good looks, with clear blue eyes, kissable lips and short blond mohican; the second thing was his firm, muscular body – the curves and bulges of which he showed off to best advantage with skintight, ripped leather jeans (which he wore with no underwear), DMs, tight white teeshirt, leather jacket and studded belt; and the third was the fact that every movement, every expression – even the way he just stood – simply oozed sex. He was a natural.
Even though he’d been hustling for some time now, he never tired, as he leant back against the railings, of watching passing guys – and women – glance at him, then do a double-take, and slowly scan their eyes down his tight body, undressing him in their minds. It was not unheard-of for people to walk into lampposts while their attention was on him.
He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket for a cigarette, but his fingers made contact instead with the wad of notes which he’d earned already today. He pulled them halfway out and looked at them, smiling, before returning them to his pocket and taking out the pack of cigarettes. He lit up, and breathed out the smoke contentedly. Life was good.
Matthew jumped as he turned towards the voice by his shoulder – he hadn’t seen the man approaching. “Oh hi. Didn’t see you.”
The man was dressed in very heavy black leathers with a backpack, and wore a black crash helmet through which only his grey eyes were visible. Matthew got the feeling that the man was not young.
“Depends what you wanna do, mate.” Whatever he wanted to do, thought Matthew, the price was going to be high.
“I want to tie you up, tease your cock, and make you cum. Nothing else.”
“O-kay,” said the punk slowly. It would certainly be would be easy money.
“Do you have facilities for bondage?” Asked the biker.
“Oh yeah. No problem.”
“So how much?”
Matthew thought for a moment, then decided the figure would still be high. Easy as the money might be, there was nothing in the least bit sexy about this bloke. Even in his leathers – which were unusually thick, and looked more like industrial gear of some kind – he exuded an air of unattractiveness. Normally that wouldn’t make any difference – business was business – but Matthew had made a fair amount already today and he really couldn’t be bothered with this one. If he hung on for another punter he might get somebody more interestging.