How to Create a Fuckboy

It was early August and the business was really going well. Vera hated the parade of men walking through her home to "endanger the welfare" of her only child. Now that I'd cut off any chance of her own sexual fulfillment, she was getting even more frustrated with the situation. "This has gone far enough," she shouted one day at lunch. "If one more stranger comes through that door to abuse my baby, I'm calling the cops. Don't think I won't, Brother."

Fuckboy and I looked at each other and grinned. We knew she'd make some sort of empty threat like that some day and were prepared. I stood up and pretended to knock on an invisible door. Fuckboy skipped over and opened it. "Hello, little boy, what's yer name?" I asked in a broad Irish brogue.

"I'm Tommy, Sir. What's your name?"

"I'm Officer Kelly, Tommy. Now don't be afraid, me bairn, I just want to ask ye a few questions."

"OK, Officer Kelly." Vera stood with her arms across her boobs, wondering what the Hell we were doing.

"And I need ye to tell me the truth, Tommy."

"I would never lie to a policeman, Officer Kelly."

"Now is it true that some men have been touching ye on yer private parts, Tommy?"

Fuckboy looked down at his feet. "Y-y-yes, Sir, Officer Kelly. I can't make them stop it." The young actor even had tears in his eyes.

"Oh, my, my, my, that's not good, not good at all. Tell me, Tommy, do they ever put their big weewees in yer sweet little mouth?"

Fuckboy almost started giggling when I used the word 'weewee' but he composed himself. The show must go on. "Y-y-yes, Sir, Officer Kelly. And they make me drink their weewee milk."

"Oh, my, my, my, that's not good, not good at all. Tell me, Tommy, do they ever put their big weewees in yer pretty little white ass? Ye have to tell me the truth, Tommy."

"Y-y-yes, Sir. Please, make them stop hurting me, Officer Kelly." Fuckboy hugged the "policeman's" legs.

"Ah, that's why I'm here, Tommy, to protect you. No one is going to hurt ye any more. Ye just have to answer one more question for me, Tommy."

"Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Officer Kelly."

"Who forced ye to do these terrible things for these men, Tommy?"

Fuckboy let go of my legs, stood tall and pointed to his mother. "She did!" Vera gasped. She wasn't expecting that plot twist in this little drama.

"Not yer own mudder, Tommy? It can't be true!"

"Her boy friends say they wanta fuck me and she don't stop 'em and she tell me I gotta do what the men say or she will beat me, Sir. You have to arrest her!"

"But who will take care of ye, Laddie?"

"Let me stay with my Uncle. He's nice and kind and strong. He'd never let anything bad like that happen to me."

Fuckboy and I applauded each other's performance. "So you see, my dear Sister, I don't think it would be wise of you to go calling the police."

Fuckboy and I were toking two or three times a week and his mood was much improved. He would laugh at the clients' jokes. He would tease them with his sexy ass. He would tell each man he had the best damn cock of them all and he really loved getting fucked by him. He was a true con artist. Several of the regulars began giving him a little extra beyond the standard fee. I decided to allow him to keep his tips; it seemed to make good business sense. He bought himself some video games and candy, and got his mother a bunch of flowers which made her start bawling her bitch eyes out.

Carson provided the joints free of charge and still paid full rate for the sex. Fuckboy and I usually shared a toke on the way to the beach, but sometimes we did it at home when Vera was out shopping. She could smell it when she got back,--women can smell everything!--but the apartment now was full of strange odors. Many clients came directly from work, all sweaty. Some used strong cologne. Some smoked cigars. And some just, well, stank!

Fuckboy and I would talk about the different clients, laughing, making fun of them. While he was becoming an expert at stroking each man's ego, I wanted him to reserve his true reverence for me alone. There was the grandfather who only came once a month, probably because he could only cum once a month. There was the nervous hubby who wore dark glasses and left furtively. By contrast, there was Mr. Becker who brought his wife along; having no children of her own, she loved watching her husband interact with this eight-year old. Then there was the guy who always tucked a peppermint Lifesaver under his big foreskin for Fuckboy to forage out with his tongue; apparently it made his precum taste real minty. There was the loud mouth Harrington who always insisted Vera stay in the room and watch; she hated it, but she had no choice. And there was "Doc" who insisted on examining the fuckboy from head to toe, probing every cavity in between.

One rainy afternoon the kid was in the living room crouched over the coffee table (THE coffee table!) playing a video game on the TV. I sat down on the couch behind him. As I sat there and stared at his delightfully dimpled butt, my jaw dropped. His hole was winking at me.

"What the Hell are you doing there, Fuckboy?!"

"I'm sorry Sir. It's Grand Theft Auto. I dint know I werent s'pose to Sir."

"Not the video game, you moron! What the Hell are you doing with your asshole?!"

"Uh, oh. You mean this?" He winked a few more times.

"Yeah, fuck! That! It's really turning me on, Fuckboy!"

"Hehe. Doc taught me to do that. He say if I do it lots every day that my hole won't get all loose and flabby."

"Doc? You mean Thursday 9 Doc?"

"Yes Sir. Old. Grey hair. Sorta plump." I placed the guy now. Always kinda quiet, though. I never took much notice of him. "He say when guys fuck my ass so much if I don't be careful my spinkter will get all wore out and I won't be able to hold my shit, so he tole me bout kegels, Sir."

"Kegels?"

"Yes Sir. That's what I'm doing with my ass hole. I try to do them every day but some days we is so busy I forget. Uh, is it a bad thing Sir?"

"No, Fuckboy. In fact, it's a good thing. We men like a nice tight hole for our big fat cocks. In fact, I order you to do your kegels every day. And I'm going to watch and make sure you do."

"Yes Sir. I learn lotsa stuff from Doc. Ever time he comes he teaches me somethin. He's better 'n my teachers at school."

I decided I wanted to learn more about Doc. The following Thursday as he was leaving, I offered him a drink and he didn't refuse. We chatted a while and I discovered he really was a medical doctor. Family practice. Two towns over. I assured him I wasn't planning to blackmail him. But I mentally filed the information away.

One hot day in the middle of the summer, I had just come back from the bank, feeling pretty good about the business. Vera was out grocery shopping. The boy was in the living room watching the kiddie porn DVD that had just arrived. "Learning anything, Fuckboy?"

"Nah, I know more 'n they does, Sir, hehe."

On the screen a stocky bearded Russian-looking man was alternating between a redheaded girl and an Asian boy, both about six. "Yeah, I'm sure you do, Fuckboy. Still it's good to see what tricks the competition has up their sleeves. That is, if they had sleeves!" We both laughed since everyone on the screen was naked.

I ejected the DVD and inserted the finale to Tsaikovsky's Symphony #4 in F, then got undressed, greased him up, knelt on the couch, and sat back on my ankles. The boy climbed into my lap and was soon impaled on my pole. Soon the intensity of our lovemaking was competing with Tsaikovsky. I came inside his hole and we kissed as the CD ended.

Just then we heard the ice cream truck coming up the street. He looked at me with those wide eyes. "Shit, you better get your clothes on if you're going to catch him!" It took him all of five seconds to get dressed and head out the door. I gave him a ten dollar bill and told him to keep the change.

I didn't bother getting dressed myself. (It was nice having the kind of job where I could wear whatever I damn felt like every day, or not! Often I'd open the door for a client and they'd find me standing there naked.) I returned a few phone calls and lost track of the time. When I realized the boy had been gone a while, I thought, "How long does it take to eat an ice cream cone?" I checked the appointment book: first john due at 6.

Just then, he came waltzing in, ice cream all over his face and shirt. He laughed and handed me a wad of bills, and took off his clothes, then skipped away to throw them in the hamper for Vera and to start washing up for the evening. I counted the money. "Hey, Fuckboy! Get your fuckin ass back in here!"

"Yes Sir. Is something wrong, Sir?" He had a mischievous grin on his face.

"How much was the ice cream, Faggot?"

"Four dollars, Sir."

"How much did I give you, Asshole?"

"Ten dollars, Sir."

"So how much change should I get, Einstein?"

"Six dollars, Sir."

"And how much money is this, Rockerfeller?

"Thirty, Sir."

"I think you got some 'splainin to do, Lucy!"

"That money is yours, Sir." I cocked my eyebrow. He jumped up on the couch and planted his bare ass in the middle. "Well,..." He was taking his own sweet time. "You see, I was running down to the ice cream man, and this guy he gets out of his car and he's walking with me, Sir, and he asks if he can buy me an ice cream and I figure what the Hell so I say sure, Sir. So he buys me the ice cream and he buys himself one too, Sir, and we walks back to his car and he says I should sit with him in his car and eats it, Sir. So we sit there and we eats it. And then I sees he is rubbing his cock, Sir. So I waits and soon he's got his cock out of his pants, Sir, and he's jacking off. And he tells me to touch it, Sir. And I says only if you pays me. So he takes out a twenty and gives it me, Sir. And then I touch his cock and rubs it nice and soon he is splooging all over his pants, hehe. And he tells me I should get out so I do. I didn't suck him or anything, Sir. I just touch his cock, hehe."

"So why did you give the money to me, Fuckboy?"

"Because it's yours, Sir. You get all the money from the business."

"You're absolutely right, Fuckboy. Go and do your enema."

Shit, the kid was freelancing!

Next: The Doctor's Examination