Love For Sale

It took two weeks, but the sharpie ink wore off. However, Cole and I were still having difficulties with our relationship. I had been sleeping on the couch since Andrew and his gang tied me up. Cole thought I was being childish for acting the way I was, and asked me to come back to bed with him. I didn’t want sleep with Cole anymore. I didn’t know what or why I didn’t sleep with him, but my thought was because I was slowly falling out of love with him. Since that Friday, two weeks ago, I have been wondering about my own life and if this life is what I really wanted. In the past I had wished for a family, and for somebody to love me forever. But now that I have found somebody who wants to be by my side for the rest of my life, I kind of wished I longed for my old life of selling my body. I didn’t even want to have sex with Cole anymore. When Cole noticed the change in me, he asked me what the matter was when I was going over my Algebra.

“Is there something that I did?” Cole asked. He was grading papers while I worked on math, but I didn’t want to talk to him.

“No, not really.” I replied, taking a break from my home-school math assignments.

“Then what is wrong?” he asked, touching my hand. I pulled away when I heard my cell phone go off, and I saw that Cage had text me.

“Excuse me.” I said, interrupting Cole’s question. Cole allowed me reply to the text, and I saw that Cage had sent me a picture. I unlocked my cell to see what he sent me, and a wide smile rose across my face. Cage had sent me a nude picture of himself, with a subtext under it.

“You like it?” was the subtext, and I replied back to tell him I did. I had secretly been sending Cage text messages and vice versa. He had sent the texts first, telling me how worried he was about what happened to me that Friday. I told him that I was fine though, and when I did, he replied with a kiss icon. I thought he had a small crush on me, and that gesture told me I was right. I thought that was cute, and sent a kiss icon back to him. From there we sent flirtatious texts, and have been building from there. We had had one sexting night, but I didn’t like that, and told Cage I wanted the real thing. He understood completely, and I asked Cole if Cage could come over this Saturday. I was kind of shocked that he said yes, and I told Cage we could screw then.

I heard Cole coming up from behind me as I replied to Cage’s message, and hid the phone from him. I gave him a cocky smile to throw him off what I was doing, and he smiled back. “What did Cage have to say?” he asked. I knew Cole had been jealous about Cage’s crush on me, and I saw he was getting curious about the text messages we were sending back and forth.

“He was just wanted to make sure that he was still invited here this Saturday.” I replied.

“Yeah. He still is, if he still wants to come.”

“He does, he just wanted to make sure.”

“Okay. You know Cage is welcome here anytime; you need a friend besides me.” I gave Cole a reassuring smile, and Cole laid a quick peck on my forehead. He left me to me text messages and returned to his own papers. But halfway back to the table, he turned around to tell me something he almost forgot. “Oh, I need to let you know that I am going to my parent’s house tomorrow.”

“That’s nice.” I said, looking at my cell to see if Cage replied. I had no interest in Cole’s parents and what he was going to do.

“I want you to come with me.”

“What? Why do you want me to go with you?”

“Because I want you to have a good time. You have been moping around the house since the school incident; I want you to get out of the house. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. Remember, I survived the streets.”

“Yes I do, and I would not want to remember that.” Cole went back to his grading, while I went back to my texts. Cole went to bed early that night, leaving me alone to have some fun sexting with Cage.


I slept on the couch that night, my dick hanging from the outside of my pants. I had fallen asleep after I blew my load, and imaged it being swallowed by Cage. I was happy that I had thrown a blanket over my body before I went to sleep, or else Cole would have found me. I zipped up my pants when he went into the kitchen and hurried up to get dressed for the day. When I came back down, I saw Cole waiting for me in the living room. He was dressed in his Sunday best: black three piece suit, a white dress shirt, cufflinks, and his hair slicked back. For once, since my school incident, Cole looked attractive to me. I smiled when he saw me, and I trotted over to him. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in, and he placed his hands on my shoulders. I smirked up at him, and he did the same before he leaned in and kissed me.

“What’s that smell?” I asked, getting a good whiff of a foul order. I sniffed he air, hoping that I could find the source, and I found it coming from Cole. I leaned in and smelled his chest. “What are you wearing?”

“Cologne.” Cole replied. “I don’t usually wear it, but today is a special occasion. I haven’t seen my parents since Lora died, and I want to make sure that I make a good impression. Thank you for dressing up too.” Cole talked as he tied the tie I was wearing around my neck. When I went up stairs, I saw that Cole had bought me some nice dress clothes for today, and I found them to fit perfectly. I even liked the outfit he picked out. He had picked for me, a light blue long sleeve shirt, with brown khakis and black dress shoes. I thought when I saw them, to get dressed in my street clothes, but knowing Cole, I put on the clothes he picked.

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” I told him, loosening the tie around my neck. “Where did you get this monkey suit anyways?”

“Macy’s. Now come on, it’s a long way to The Dalles.” I rolled my eyes as we headed out, and I unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt.

I unbuttoned a few more buttons on my shirt during the car ride, and I ended up untying my tie as well. I felt constricted in my clothes and I wanted to just take my whole outfit off. Cole saw how uncomfortable I was in the clothes, and he said he was sorry for picking out such clothes. I told him it was alright though, and said I would wear it for him. I didn’t really wanted to wear it for him, but I said it anyway to make him happy. Other than the talk about the clothes, we didn’t really say much. Cole told me a little about his parents, and I faded in and out as I was listening to him. I was kind of tired from the night before, and ended up taking a small nap. I didn’t get much sleep though. The road was bumpy, and I woke by my head hitting the window. Rubbing my head, I looked out the window and saw that we weren’t on the highway anymore. Cole had pulled off and we were now on a private road. It seemed like the black pavement stretched on for miles, but in short it was about a mile. Wanting to ask Cole if we were almost at his parent’s house, my question was answered as he pulled up into a mansion. Apparently, we hadn’t been on a road at all, but a private driveway. I gaped at the size of Cole’s parent’s home, and I saw that it was twice as big as Cole’s. To be honest, the mansion looked like to be on a southern plantation in Georgia. Studying the home, I saw the front of the house was brick, with large windows on both floors between the white pillars in front. Gazing at the house, Cole pulled up to the front door and turned off the car. I unbuckled myself from the car and opened the car door. Cole stopped me before I got out, and I saw him holding my hand.

“Remember, Kyle,” Cole said, getting our story straight. “I am watching you for the weekend for a friend. If somebody asks you what friend, say that you are Mr. Lucas’s son.”

“Who’s that?” I asked, questioning the name he picked out.

“He is the dean of the music department.” Cole replied. “He has a son about your age, so you will do just fine.” I shrugged at Cole’s story, and I got out. Cole stopped me again before I got out, and I gave him a sad look. I wanted to get out, but Cole was keeping me back. “Kyle…”

“What is it?” I snapped, paranoid with Cole now.

“I love you,” he gently picked up my hand, and I pulled it away before he kissed it.

“I love you too.” I replied, rashly, and I got out of the car before Cole could say anything else.

Cole didn’t say anything to me when he got out, and I followed him up the three steps to the door. When he rang the door bell, a man in tails answered, and a flashback to my gangbang incident flooded my mind. My breathing got shallow, and I leaned up against the nearest pillar. Cole didn’t notice that I was having a kind of a panic attack, and talked away with the help at the door. When he did notice me, he rushed to my side and asked if I was alright. I told him that I felt light-headed, and he told the butler to go get me a glass of water. While we waited for the glass of liquid, Cole led me by the hand to a bedroom. I told Cole he didn’t need to do this, but he didn’t listen and pulled me into a bedroom. He helped me lie down on the twin bed, and I pulled my arm around my eyes.

“Just lie down here for a while.” Cole told me, running a hand down my arm. “Hopefully you will feel fine in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” I whispered. “But you really didn’t have to go all out like that. I would have been fine walking by myself.”

“I know, but I want to make sure you are safe and well taken care of. I have let you down in the past, and I don’t want anything more to come to you again.”

“You also forgot that you also were there when I needed you the most.” I commented.

“What do you mean? I have been a lousy boyfriend to you.”

“Yes, but not always.” I smiled lightly. “You are the only man that has really cared for me. No man has done that before. And when I called you from the payphone, you were there. It would have been fun being your adoptive son, but I don’t think you should go through with it.” I sighed.

“But I thought you wanted to have a family?”

“I do, but I don’t want to be your lover AND your adoptive son. Don’t you think that would be kind of weird? And I don’t what the same thing happening to you like my uncle.”

“I understand.” Cole leaned his head down and rested it against mine. His head was warm, which felt good, and he leaned in and laid a small kiss on me. “Does this mean that you forgive me for the whole thing?” he asked.

I laughed and I pulled my arms around Cole’s neck. “In a way, yes. But just like a true relationship between people, you need to show me that you really love me.”

“I see.” Cole’s voice faded, and he pulled himself away from me. His whole mood changed and I knew that he didn’t care what I did now. Deep down, I knew that he realized that I didn’t love him anymore, and that he should just kick me out of the house. But why didn’t he? I hadn’t been treating him like I should have, and I had been pushing him away from me more and more. We hadn’t had sex in God knows when. And to be honest, I was starting to get restless about having a man inside me. “I will leave you to rest. When you feel better, come out and meet my parents.”

“Will do.” Cole left me when I told me I will come out, and I was left alone to rest.

When I emerged from the room, I found my own way into the backyard. Outside, I saw that most of the people here were the kind of people who you would meet that would be like CEO’s and presidents of companies. I scanned the area, and I saw that I was the only one under the age of thirty. I felt so out of place, and I thought about going back inside the house until the party was over. However, Cole was nearby, and shouted at me to come over. I saw him in the crowd near the white tent near the back of the property, and I made my way over to him. From the top of the stairs, I saw it was easy to spot Cole in the crowd, but I couldn’t even see him through the sea of people. I kept my eye on the white tent, but I ended up on the wrong side of the tent. Luckily, Cole had moved into the tent, and he spotted me while I was passing though to get to the other side. He scared me though when he saw me, but he soothed me over with a light smile. I didn’t smile back, which I knew Cole would expect, and he led me over to an elderly couple that he was talking to before he got me. I could tell that these were Cole’s parents. I saw that old age had worn down the couple, but I could see the spark of life in both of them. Both had white hair, but Cole’s mother was more of a gray. She was dressed in a powder blue dress that looked like to be from the late eighty’s, while Cole’s father wore a white casual suit with a black tie. Looking at the couple, I saw that Cole had gotten his looks from his father, but I saw he got his eyes and smile from his mom.

“Mom, dad, I want to me Mr. Kyle Lucas. Kyle I this is my mom, Nancy, and my dad, David.”

“Nice to meet you Kyle.” David said and he shook hands with me. I shook hands with his wife after, but that was awkward for me. She held out her hand as if she wanted me to kiss it, but I gave it a light shake instead. “Cole has told us about you. You have been staying with our son while your father is away on business, right?”

“Yes he is. And I must say, your son is a great babysitter.” The family around me all gave out a light laugh, and I saw Nancy take a sip from her wine glass. “I have a question though. Whose idea was it for Cole to take piano lessons?”

“It was mine.” Nancy said with pride.

“Well, I have to say thank you for giving him those lessons. He has become a great pianist.”

“Why thank you, I taught him myself. He is such a talented young man; however, I haven’t heard anything from him for a long time.”

“Actually, mom, I have written some new pieces of work.”

“Really? Oh you must play a piece for us. Are you going to go on tour again soon?”

“Yes I am, once I finish the last few pieces I am working on.”

“Cole, you said that you would stop writing music because of Linda and Jared, why the sudden change?”

“Well, because of Kyle here.” Cole told them. I saw that all eyes were on me now. “His dad has been trying to find a teaching position overseas, and since Kyle has been staying with me, I have been teaching him the piano. The next thing I know, I was sitting back down at the piano and working on new material.”

“That’s great, Cole. Then you must really play something for us.”

“Don’t worry I will mother. But first I want to introduce Kyle to a few friends of the family.”

“Okay son, but don’t forget. We might steal you away to play for us.” David said, and Cole led me away from his parents by my shoulders.

“Were you being sarcastic back there?” Cole asked me once we were out of ear shot from his parents.

“About what?” I asked.

“About how you were sucking up to my parents back there and telling them how great I was.”

“No I wasn’t. You are a really great pianist and someone who has been taken care of me. I didn’t know what to call you; that’s why I said babysitter.”

“Well thank you. I know you have been on edge lately, and I really appreciate that you still think of me that way.”

“Why shouldn’t I? I still love you.”

A wide smile rose across Cole’s face and I knew that he was holding back from kissing me. I walked away before he could lay his hands on me, and he soon followed. Before Cole introduced me to any of his family friends, I managed to get a glass of sparkling cider, but pretended that it was champagne. I thought some of Cole’s friends were a bore, but others I thought were interesting. One guy that Cole introduced me to was the vice- president of Guys Toys. I didn’t play with any toys anymore, but he said that he would give me a tour of one of the factories that made the toys. I thought that was great, and Cole said that he would arrange it. Another friend of Cole’s I met, was his agent. He was a tall, slim man, who looked a few years older than Cole. He wore a brown suit, that matched his hair color, but I saw that it was a box die color. When Cole introduced me to him, I saw that his green eyes were hollow, and I wondered what made his life so rough to make him worn out.

“Kyle, this is Travis Mathews.” Cole said as I studied his agent’s face.

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled, shaking the man’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Travis said, and quickly turned to Cole. “Cole, what is this I hear that you are playing music again?”

Cole laughed, “I guess word spreads quickly here. Yes I have been composing new music.”

“And why haven’t you contacted me yet? I could have gotten you on Oprah or something.”

“I was going to call you when I was on my last piece, but I see that won’t happen anytime soon.”

“Well I need to hear a song from you if you are going to be releasing another CD soon.” Travis took Cole’s arm as he talked, and he pulled him towards the house. I followed the pair as best as I could, but I lost sight of them half-way to the house.

I tried to call for Cole, telling him that I was far behind, but I knew where he was going. Making my way through the crowd, I climbed back up the stairs and into the first open door I saw. When I poked my head through the doorway, I saw that it was a small sitting room, and I decided to take a break from all the people. I went to the nearest armchair that I saw and plopped right into it. I then began reflecting on how the day was going so far. For the most part it was alright, but it wasn’t over yet. Reflecting on what just happened; I put my head down and heard the sound of footsteps shuffling through the room. I looked up when I heard the footsteps grow closer, and I saw an older gentleman pass through. He was in his early fifties, but he already looked like father time had paid him a couple of visits. His red suit looked like he had kept it in a ball in his closet.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” the gentleman said, stopping when he saw me.

“No, it’s okay.” I yawned. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

“That’s good. I hate it when I wake people up from their naps.” The older man sat in the empty armchair next to mine, and he let out a long sigh. “Great place to rest though, away from the group of people outside…”

“Sure is.” I agreed. “You don’t care for parties either?”

“No, it’s just I need a break from the party once in a while.” I watched as the man pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and I licked my lips. I had quit a few months ago, but I still had the urge to take a hit once in a while.

“Can I have one of those?” I asked, looking at the pack of sticks.

“How old are you?”

“Old enough to have one of those cigarettes.” I replied with ease. The man didn’t argue about my answer and handed me one of his cigarettes. He outstretched the lighter he had and I leaned in to light the cigarette. When I leaned in, I looked up at the man and started into his beautiful green eyes. “Thanks.” I sighed, blowing the first puff of smoke from my mouth. It felt good to have the nicotine back in my system, and I inhaled another huff.

“What is your name by the way?” The man asked, lighting his own cigarette.

“Kyle Wolf.” I said, using my real name then the false name Cole gave me. “And you?”

“Peter York. Nice to meet you Kyle.”

“Nice to meet you too.” I smiled. “So what line of work are you in?”

“Hosting.” I choked on the smoke that filled my lungs when I heard his line of work, and I asked him again once I cleared my chest. “I am a freelance hostess to companies. When somebody needs to suck up to an important client, they call me and I show that client a good time.”

“What do you do with them?”

“Take them out to dinner, the theater, a football game. Whatever the client wants, they get.”

“So if the client wants hookers, you will get them?”

Peter laughed hard and he slapped his hand over his knee. “Sure do. Most of the time, that is all that they want, liquor and women. Why do you ask? Are you selling yourself to me?” My face fell as I heard those words, and I saw an evil smirk come across Peter’s face.

“No, I’m not. I am just asking that’s all.”

“Don’t lie.” Peter said, “I know what you are. I’ve driven the streets you use to work. And to tell you the truth, you looked cuter when you looked dirty and ratty. So tell me…who are you with today?” I didn’t say anything. Instead, I extinguished my light and excused myself from the room. I had to pass Peter to exit the room, which made it easier for Peter to stop me. “Hold it, you didn’t answer my question. Who are you with?” Peter spoke quietly, but I could tell that if I didn’t answer he would get forceful.

“Cole Varani.” I mumbled. I wasn’t proud that I told Peter that I was with Cole, but I had no choice. I think I was depressed about it.

“Cole Varani? That son of a bitch? I never thought of him as a pedophile, or into boy whores. So what is he paying you for this ‘Pretty Woman’ business?”

“He is not paying me anything.” I snapped at him. I narrowed my eyes and growled low in my throat. Peter snickered at me trying to put up a fight, but he narrowed his eyes at me and tightened his grip on my arm. I hissed as he clenched his hand around my arm, and he sung me into his chest. “Please let me go.” I quietly said.

“Why should I? You aren’t with any clients right now, so you are free for the taking. So tell me, how has Cole been treating you?”

“He has been treating me like he would his son.” I replied. I didn’t want to look at him while I talked, so I just looked at the floor.

“I bet he is.” Peter laughed in my ear, sinisterly. A shiver ran down my body, and I pushed off him.

“Don’t talk about Cole like that!” I spat, breaking away from his grasp. “You don’t know what he is like. He really cares for me, and I appreciate what all he has done for me.”

“Oh? Then tell me this Kyle…when was the last time he said he truly loved you? When was the last time you two last slept together? When was the last time you two made out?” Peter walked forward as he argued with me, and each time he named something, my confidence in Cole dropped. It had been a while since he kissed me, really kissed me. And we hadn’t slept together weeks. And even though I was sexting with Cage, I was getting lonely. I stared down at floor and my heart sank.. When Peter was at the end of his list, he was standing toe-to-toe with me. I held my breath when he pulled my head up, and I saw that he had that lustful look in his eyes, the one everyone gets around me. “Or more importantly, when was the last time you had him inside you?”

“I don’t remember.” I sighed, looking away from the man.

“Really? Then you must have forgotten how it feels to have your dick stroked.” He pulled me back in his arms as he said this, and he reached into my pants. I cried out when he grabbed ahold of me, and he began stroke me softly. I let out a whimper as he continued to stroke, making me hard with each jolt of the hand. “See, you’re feeling good already. Bet you miss this?”

“Yes, I did.” I breathed. I pressed myself against Peter’s chest and began rubbing my back against him. “I missed it so bad.” I couldn’t believe what I saw saying, but I was saying it. As I rubbed myself against Peter, I couldn’t stop myself, and I found that I actually loved every bit of it.

“Now I know you don’t do this for free, so how much do you charge for your services?”

“God, it has been so long. What are you looking for?” I smirked.

“Well, how much will a thousand dollars get me?” Peter started chewing on my ear and I let out a whimper. “I will take that as anything I want.” He continued chewing on my ear as he talked, and he pulled over to the door. “Let’s go someplace quieter.”

I laughed as Peter pulled me from the small sitting room. He pulled me further into the house. I stumbled as he pulled me, but I held my balance and crashed right into Peter. He laughed as I fell into his arms, and he pulled me into an empty room. Peter closed the door when we were both in, and I sat on the bed. I took off my shirt to save Peter some time, and he did the same. I cringed when I saw that he was nothing but hair underneath his clothes, and I was having second thoughts. I didn’t do hairy men. I stood up to leave, but only to be pushed back down again. Peter shook a finger at me to tell me to stay, and he pressed himself against me. I gasped when he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth. My gasp turned into a moan and the thought of Peter’s hairy body was gone from my mind. Tongue tangoing with Peter, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pushed him closer to my chest. Peter moaned as I pushed him to me, and he deepened the kiss more, causing me to gag on both our tongues. He eased off me when I started coughing, but he didn’t stop kissing me. As I caught my breath, Peter ran his kisses down my neck and onto my chest. He left no part of my body untouched as he worked his way down, and he unzipped my pants as he went. I arched my back when he latched his mouth to my nipple and began sucking on it. He twisted my other pink nub with his hand while he sucked, and I was impressed that he was also pulling my dick out at the same time. Peter quickly got me aroused right away, and I was showing it clearly. When he was finished with my chest, he worked his way further down until he got to my member.

I was already stiff when he got down there, but he took his time before he took me in his mouth. I pulled myself up to my elbows to watch him work, but I fell back down as Peter licked the underside of my dick. Licking it a few time, Peter got it even harder and made my balls twitch. His licks were soft against my skin, and I shook as he licked and sucked on my balls. I whimpered as he pleasured me, and I tried to pick myself up to see the work he was doing. Little did I know though, that we had an audience. I grinned when I sat up to view Peter at work, but my smile faded as soon as I saw who was watching us.

“Cole!” I yelled, seeing him standing in the doorway. “Wait, Cole!” I cried, pushing Peter off me and putting myself back together before I ran after Cole. “Cole, stop. Wait!”

Cole stormed out of the house when he saw me with Peter, and I had to run to catch up to him. I caught up to him outside, and I tried to stop him from leaving. When I touched his shoulder to try to have him talk to me, he turned around and smacked me across the face. I fell to ground when he slapped me and I tried to speak. “What the fuck do you think you were doing?” Cole yelled before I could get anything out. “How could you Kyle?”


“Cole”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. I should have seen this coming. I was lenient with you with Jessie, but I am not going to do so with this. How could you? I took you in, showed you love, gave you love. And what did you give to me in return? Shit! I thought you loved me, like I loved you, but I see that you are nothing but a whore. Somebody who cares for no one but themselves.

“Cole, that is not true, you know that I love you. If I didn’t then I would have left you months ago.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear anything from you anymore. We’re through, Kyle. And I don’t want to see you again.” Cole’s voice fell, and he turned and left.

“Cole, wait!” I cried, tears flooded my eyes and I reached out to grab him. He was out of reach and my cries went on deaf ears. I didn’t do anything as Cole climbed in his car and left, leaving me alone and unloved.

“You okay, Kyle?” Peter asked me. I was sitting in the driveway of Cole’s parent’s house, I hadn’t moved after Cole broke up with me.

“No, I’m not.” I replied, sniffling. “I shouldn’t have given in.” I mumbled so Peter wouldn’t hear me.

“I’m sorry that Cole dumped you. It was for the best I hope.” Peter’s words didn’t help me, and I wished that I hadn’t met him. “Do you have a place to stay? He asked. I shook my head, no. Peter sighed when I told him this, and he took in a deep breath. “Since we haven’t finished our game, why don’t we finish it at my home? You can sleep there for the night.”

I sniffled again when I heard Peter’s words of comfort, and I smiled up at him. “Thank you. That would be nice.”

“Come on.” he extended his arm to pull me up, and I took his hand. He pulled me off the ground and I followed him to a nearby car.