Unfinished Business Ch. 03
by BJ Michaels
Earning a Big Mac
"Oh yeah, that's goood...you're finally learning how to jack me the way I like...ohhhhh, yessss...faster now -- go faster boy...oh yeah...faster -- faster -- faster -- ohhhhh-God-yes-boy-yes-yes-yesssssssss...."
And for the third time today I watched the viscous liquid erupt straight in the air while his body shook and convulsed in orgasm. I wasn't sure what was worse: the fact I was jerking-off a man, or that I found his spurting dick totally mesmerizing.
When his body finally came to rest and my hand was covered with his goo, between deep gulps of air he said, "If I let you stay with me tonight, boy, I'm gonna teach you how to suck it!"
Nooooo, I thought, I really have to get out of here....
He pointed at the hard-on pushing out the front of my red, string bikini briefs and laughed, "HA-HA-HA -- don't tell me you don't like playing with my cock, boy -- look at your little boner poking out your pretty panties - yank 'em down and jerk-off for me!"
When I didn't move fast enough he shouted, "YOU WANT ANOTHER SPANKING, BOY?"
No, I did not. The whole scene was all too surreal to be believable so it didn't bother me this time when I pushed my briefs down to my knees and obeyed his command.
Three minutes later he knew I was close to orgasm and loudly said, "Cum on your hand, boy, catch all your spunk on your hand!"
And I did what I was told. I have to admit, it was a damn good orgasm, too!
"Lick your hand clean, boy," he calmly said to me.
Huh? WHAT?
"Lick the jizz off your hand, boy - NOW -- DO IT NOW!!" he shouted.
I hated myself for blindly obeying him so quickly but my purple and swollen butt cheeks were a painful reminder of how he reacted earlier to my reluctance and disobedience.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha -- get used to the taste, boy...after I buy you a Big Mac I'm gonna have you kneeling between my legs the rest of the afternoon...I'm gonna turn you into the best little cocksucker in all of Miami Beach and I know you're gonna love it!"
Not in my lifetime, I thought. Damn, I should have stayed in college....
Wouldn't you know it -- a thunder-clap so loud shook the old, cheap hotel and the driving rain on the window pane turned into hail. I really thought the window was going to shatter from the relentless beating it was taking from the huge hail stones.
Sleeping outside in the bushes tonight would not be a good idea, I told myself as I slid my lips over his purple cockhead.
***
"Go fetch my undies, boy, you gotta be starving after all that good work you did for me down there," he said with that damn smirk still on his face. "You earned yourself another Big Mac!"
Food was the last thing I wanted. My belly was bloated and full with his disgusting and slimy spunk. I was closer to barfing than hunger. All I wanted was to be far away from that old pervert and forget about everything he made me do for him.
The only thought that kept me going thru the entire ordeal were the words my father would say to me during some rough times in our lives: "John, there will be unpleasant moments in your life when your only option will be to go against everything you know to be good and true in order to survive...remember this: no matter how bad you think it is it is only temporary -- if you allow it to be, the unpleasantness will quickly be forgiven and forgotten!"
The dirty old man slid cream-colored Bermuda shorts up his legs and when he fastened them in place I saw dried pee stains on the crotch. The old, wrinkled cabana shirt he put on was equally dirty and disgusting. He slid his bony feet into an ancient pair of moccasins and I felt a surge of hope as he headed towards the door. He suddenly stopped, went to the chair where my discarded clothes were laying and scooped them up in his scrawny arms dashing my dreams of getting out of that room and away from him.
He chuckled as he tossed my red, string, bikini briefs at me and said, "See boy, I'm not so bad...I'll let you wait for me here in your little panties" - he then pointed at what appeared to be a half-full Gatorade bottle in the corner and said, "If you gotta take a leak use that bottle" and he walked out the door with my clothes and my last vestige of hope.
***
The old man had been gone for maybe thirty-seconds when I heard the door next to our room slam shut and a male voice say, "Shuck that little jockstrap kid and bend over for me!"
I cringed when I heard a high-pitched squeal enthusiastically say, "Yes, daddy."
Uh-oh, do these creepy old men bring young girls into this rat-hole, too? Wait a minute, girls don't wear jockstraps!
The male voice asked, "Is your pussy lubed-up, boy?"
Boy? Pussy? Lubed-up? I wondered.
"Yes, daddy," replied the young, boyish voice.
"Reach back and put it in for me, boy!" the man forcefully said.
"Yes, daddy!" the boy quickly replied.
Oh my God, the man is going to butt-fuck the boy! Now I'm not naive, I know some men prefer screwing boys in the ass over screwing girls, I just haven't had any personal experience in that area.
I heard the man moan and exclaim, "Oh yeah boy -- even after all these fucks your pussy is still nice and tight!"
"Thank you, daddy," I heard the boy say.
"Slide your tight little boycunt back-and-forth on daddy's cock!" commanded the man.
"Yes daddy -- thank you, daddy!" squealed the young boy.
I couldn't help but hear their grunts and groans of effort and pleasure. The young guy seemed to like the crude butt-fucking as much as the man.
A sudden thought came to mind. I wondered when my guy returned if he was going to mount me from behind and make me slide my boy-pussy back-and-forth on his manly cock?
Maybe I'll call my guy 'Daddy' too -- it has a nice ring to it....
Payback
"I hope it was good for you, Mister Richard," I quietly said to him in the front seat of his car. "I've never done that before...."
"Obviously," he coldly said while adjusting his boxers and slacks in place. "William says I'm the first man you've been with so I will give you some latitude for your inexperience, but I'll be honest with you boy, if you want the job as my personal assistant you're going to have to do way more and way better than that piss-poor handjob you just gave me!"
Stunned. Shocked. A hard slap on the face would have felt better than his words.
"B-B-But----"
"But nothing boy -- I don't want to see you again until you know how to act around real men...and until you understand the reality of doing business in this town you can forget about becoming my personal assistant!"
"B-B-But---"
"I want a boy who's not only smart and sharp, but a boy who can take orders without questions. I need a personal assistant who understands the meaning of self sacrifice and commitment to a higher purpose in life - a boy who is willing to do whatever it takes to not only make my company more profitable, but a boy with the drive and initiative to advance his own career as well...look at where your friend William is today -- you're both the same age but he's already a vice president making a six-figure salary because he's a team player...he is able to sublimate his own ego and pride for the good of R J Chemicals -- he has a real chance of making it all the way to the top!"
"B-B-But---"
"If wishes and buts were candy and nuts we'd all have a Merry Christmas, boy!" he barked at me. "Get out of the car -- I don't want you near me until you make amends with William!"
***
The door swung open and there stood Billy looking disheveled and breathing quite heavily. He was wearing a small, short, very classy silk Burgundy robe, but unfortunately my eyes dropped to the hard-on that jutted-out the thin material of the robe.
"What are YOU doing here?" he coldly asked me.
I felt the icy chill in the air. He was not pleased to see me.
"B-Billy, I----"
He interrupted me, "I expect you to call me 'William' -- you know what? We stopped being friends last year -- you will address me as 'Sir William' -- do you understand me, boy?"
My heart sank to the pit of my belly. He'd obviously become a different person than the overly attentive best friend he was for most of our lives. We stopped being friends when I wouldn't do things for him -- homo things - I'm just not that way....
His dour face became even darker, he frowned when I didn't immediately respond. He was about to slam the door in my face so I instinctively called out: "Sir William -- I'm s-s-sorry, Sir William!"
His stern expression never changed but I thought I detected a momentary sparkle in his eyes.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
I nervously blurted out, "It was Mister Richard's idea, uhhh, I mean, he said I should come here and apologize to you -- I applied to be his personal assistant, but he won't consider me for the job unless you're okay with him hiring me..."
His lips curled into what looked to me like a sneer of bitter derision. He suddenly yanked open the elegant robe and exposed his long and slender boner to my shocked eyes.
"Life would have been so much simpler for you if you had done what I told you to do two years ago...I'm not going to let you off the hook this time -- if you want me to have Richard review your resume come over here and kiss my cock!"
I wasn't the least bit surprised by his command. In fact, I anticipated he'd want to degrade me in some mean, homo way.
