Rentboy

Mark stood on the corner of La Brea Avenue and Santa Monica Boulevard, smoking a cigarette. Across the street he watched the late night crowd flow in and out of the famous Formosa Café. It had not been a good night for business. Only one car had stopped for him, and the driver lost his nerve before Mark could get in. At least he hadn’t run into the police or worse some drunken bigot. This week both of those events had happened in his circle. An undercover cop caught Suki and poor Cherry ran into a soused idiot who thought he was really a girl and beat Cherry up when he found out the truth. Such dangers were the cost of job. Hustling did have some benefits, though they didn’t seem like much on a night like this. Mark usually made a lot of money with his boyish face and long blonde hair, more than he made in any of his legal and illegal jobs. Since he had no pimp, he was a free agent, a boon to a kid who spent most of his life under strict authority. Plus, he had to admit, there were some sexual benefits. Not all the time, of course, since there were plenty of unsavory johns. Just every once, something good happened. Sex with men without the excuse of hustling made Mark nervous due to his upbringing. He usually kept his homosexual urges to his job, though there had been some times with Cherry, oh poor Cherry. In any case, this night had no benefits. He went to go home when a car drove up to him.
Mark walked over to the dark blue Saab as the window rolled down. He checked out the potential john. He was Korean man, thirty-something, a bland sort of handsome, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, shirt and tie without a jacket, nervous expression. His car looked new and expensive, but the inside showed no personality. Mark briefly panicked that the rented car meant this was a bust but then reminded himself the guy was probably a tourist. The rentboy put on his best smile and posed in his tight leather pants. The john leaned over to talk to him.
“Hey,” he said lamely, “How are things going?”
“Better now that you showed up,” Mark answered, “Want to go some where?”
The john acted relieved at Mark’s open invitation.“Yes, could you get into my car?”
Mark took a nervous drag of his cigarette and got in the Saab. It was always nerve-wrecking entering the car, since it was usually the point of no return. At least in this car he would be comfortable while he rode to his doom. Mark settled down in the seat and put on his seatbelt.
“Could you put out your cigarette?” the john asked him.
Mark conscientiously put out his cigarette in the ash tray and took a piece a gum out of his pocket to chew. The john started down the road again. He drove like an Angelenos, not a tourist. He didn’t give a damn about the sights on Santa Monica Boulevard. Mark remembered when he first came here he was sacred as hell. The city struck him as being so wonderful and yet so horribly awful. Now the place was normal to him, bland even.
“What’s your name?” the john asked.
“Mark,” he answered. It wasn’t his real name, but it was the one he had now.
“Mark what?”
“Just Mark.”
The john smiled. “My name is Jonathan. Just Jonathan. How old are you?”
Mark invoked the prostitute’s defense line. “Are you a cop?”
“No, just nosy,” said the john, “I’m thirty by the way.”
“I turned 18 two days ago,” he confessed.
“Just turn eighteen? You looked older,” the john said.
Damn, thought Mark, I’m losing my jailbait looks.
“I’m glad actually,” the john told him, “It means you’re legal. Not that any of this is legal anyway.”
Mark said nothing. He had once brought up the topic of legalization to john just to have him bark back at him. It was better just to be quiet. In any case the john was done talking.
After a drive the car reached the john’s hotel. It was the freakin’ Bel Age! Mark never thought he would ever enter a hotel nicer than a Four Seasons, but here this john was taking him to a luxury suite. He hoped the guy hadn’t just rented the room for him. Mark felt like a tourist as he gawked at golden decor of the lobby. When they got into the room, he just wanted to live here instead of the crappy studio he shared with the poor injured Cherry and his bitchy girlfriend Alice. Being in here, it was like God made a mistake and sent him to heaven.
The rentboy followed Jonathan into the bedroom of the suite, where a king-sized bed in gold and red stood. Jonathan turned on the lights and dimmed them slightly, then shut the door. He turned to the young man whose body was his to do anything he wished with in his lustful heart. He did nothing. Damn it, Jonathan thought to himself, I ran a prostitution ring, I should be able do this. He then reminded himself that he just dealt with end result, getting the money from the pimps and madams. He had never dealt directly with the prostitutes, male or female. What was the protocol? There should be some sort of protocol. Did he pay the rentboy now? If he did the man could just run off with the money. On the other hand, he knew if he was a rentboy, he wouldn’t do anything without getting the cash first. Jonathan took some fifties out of his wallet and laid them on the table.
“Two hundred dollars for the night,” he said.
It was more than Mark usually got but he wasn’t going to complain. Since it obviously was Jonathan’s first time, he took the initiative and took off his shirt. He was skinny, but he tried to keep himself in shape. Jonathan looked the boy over. On the street the rentboy didn’t look like Keiji, but somehow in this room he seemed to remind him strongly of him. He saw the same mix of strength and vulnerability in the teen whore and he knew he failed Mission Get Over Keiji. However, he wasn’t going to abort Mission Lose Gay Virginity because of this. He removed his glasses and put them on the table. He leaned over to kiss Mark. The rentboy didn’t have an “Pretty Woman” type taboos on kissing and returned the kiss. Jonathan found his kiss cool and minty from the gum. It just made him feel nervous and horny with no relief.
“Sit down on the bed,” he told Mark.
Mark sat down on the bed. Jonathan got down on his knees in front of him. As he looked at the teen, he noticed needle marks on his arm. He touched them, causing the teen to wince. He touched the teen’s chest. It was not shaved but almost hairless. Mark looked at him expectantly. Jonathan unzipped the leather pants, and Mark got up a little to take them off. His shoes and socks came off, and the rentboy was naked. His body looked fragile, but the rentboy didn’t act like it was. Jonathan took note of the flaccid circumcised cock on top of a rather large nutsack. He rubbed the balls and watched the cock jerk and slowly grow. He rubbed his finger against the urethra, causing the teen to suddenly breathe out. Jonathan gently masturbated the rentboy to semi-erection. He then took out a condom and very carefully put it on the reddening long skinny cock. He put the excited member in his mouth.
He felt the warmth, but also tasted the fake banana dusting and latex. He wished he could taste the young man, but this would do for now. So he tried to give the young man a good blowjob. He succeeded.
“Ooooooh gawwwddd!” Mark screamed as he grabbed Jonathan black hair.
Somewhere behind his pleasure, Mark knew he was being too rough on Jonathan, but he couldn’t stop himself. He pushed his john’s head down on his cock with his hands and feet. Jonathan gagged slightly but managed to continue. The young man’s violent appreciation made Jonathan so happy he would have smirked if his mouth wasn’t full. He knew Keiji would act the same way if he gave him a blowjob. Keiji was stronger. He could do more damage. Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat. The cock harden in his mouth and jerked one last time.
“Um, I came,” the rentboy weakly reminded Jonathan.
Jonathan looked up as if he had interrupted some reverie. While he certainly had had johns blow him before, this was the best head Mark had ever gotten from one. Heck, he might even say it was the best one he had ever gotten. On the other hand, this john crept him out when he didn’t stop. It was like he was somewhere else. Besides, it hurt to have his dick touched after orgasm.
Jonathan pulled off the filled condom and left the room. The tired boy fell back on the bed. He heard a flush and the sound of someone re-entering. He lifted his body to see his john standing in front of him with a smile and tented pants. Mark figured he wanted the favor returned and went over to unbutton the man’s pants. He freed the trapped member, but Jonathan grabbed his arms.
“I want to do something different,” he said, “Can you go again?”
Mark nodded yes, but he wasn’t sure. He did feel rather tired. The john unbuttoned his sweat filled shirt and took off his pants and shoes. He had a great body underneath the suit and again Mark wondered what this rich john did for a living. Jonathan did have a little hair on his chest but he wasn’t that hirsute overall. Between his legs was a hard cock almost seven inches long. His smile was earnest. The rentboy had to admit he was attracted to this somewhat strange john. He wouldn’t mind being buttfucked by him, even if he couldn’t come again.
The john then confused him by laying on the bed. Was he going to be the bottom? Johns came to him were attracted to his little boy looks and they were always tops. He had never topped a man before and now didn’t seem like an opportune time. But as the saying went, you had to keep the customer satisfied. It was two hundred bucks, after all.
“There’s condoms and lube in the drawer over there,” the john helpfully pointed out.
Mark opened the drawer and found the items sacrilegiously next to a Gideon’s Bible. He took them out and got on top of the bed. This Jonathan guy certainly had a great ass. It was firm without being hard and was perfectly clean and hairless. Mark decided to buy himself some time by rimming the guy. Jonathan moved up make it easier as he gently moaned.
“Please...fuck me,” he moaned.
Mark looked up. “Um, I don’t think I can yet.”
Jonathan suddenly turned around and suck on the rentboy’s tired dick. He stopped just as suddenly, as if his brain just caught up with his body. He grabbed on to the now wet dick and started jerking it. The speed of his erection pleasantly surprised Mark. Jonathan quickly put a condom on the red hot dick. He then turned around again.
“Please...can’t wait,” he breathlessly commanded the rentboy.
Mark put the lube on his sheathed dick and slowly, so slowly, entered this man Jonathan. His relaxed body allowed the inexperienced man to insert his whole length in. It was so tight and warm around him. Before Mark could take it all in, Jonathan bucked against him. This john wanted it rough and Mark would give it to him. He pounded back hard against Jonathan, making the man cry a girly scream. The rentboy got into a rhythm, managing to pound him just right. Jonathan was far from a passive bottom as he bucked to the rhythm. He buried his head in a pillow and moved his ass up higher. Mark then remembered to give him the reach around. He grabbed the pulsing cock under him and jerked it roughly. Jonathan was close, but not close enough for Mark. After all the worries he had about getting another erection, he was now afraid he would come to soon. He went to the old stand-by of reciting quotes from the Book of Mormon, though by now that scripture was erotic to him.
“And it CAME to PASS!” he yelled as he orgasmed.
“Awww kay!” Jonathan yelled in turn.
A few seconds later Jonathan came in Mark’s hand. Mark took his shaking hands and licked it. His semen tasted rather sweet. The rentboy slid his dick out and went to the bathroom to depose of the condom. When he came back Jonathan was lying on his back on the bed.
“I don’t even care about the wet spot,” he said dreamily, “You know, this was my first time with a man.”
“I could tell,” Mark said accidently.
Jonathan continued, “Though I always wished my first time would be...” he stopped, “Never mind. Could you spend some more time with me?”
Mark went and laid in this Jonathan guy’s arms. Jonathan. He liked the name. He hadn’t met any jerks named Jonathan, even though he had met a lot of jerks with biblical names. He remembered he once found the passage about how King David and Jonathan had a love “surpassing that of women”. He had asked his parents and the elders what it meant and they told him it meant nothing. He had been fascinated that there was a passage in the Bible that meant nothing at all. He later figured it meant David and Jonathan were dicking each other. He idly wonder who was the David to this Jonathan.
Just as he was getting comfortable, Jonathan spoke up.
“Ahh, you don’t want to cuddle with me,” he said, “You can go take your money, leave, and shoot heroin.”
Mark felt a bit offended, even though he was planning on doing that. He reluctantly got up and went to get dressed.
“I did have a good time,” he said, “I’m not just saying that.”
“I wish I could trust that,” Jonathan replied, “but I’m too much of skeptic.”
Mark looked over at Jonathan one last time and took his money off the dresser. As he rode the elevator, he thought more about this Jonathan guy. While Jonathan was a skeptic, Mark had been brought up to believe and he still believed in miracles, even for sinners like him. Perhaps that man would be the angel who would save him. He had to find out who the guy was. He memorized the room number and later went and took the number off the Saab. It wasn’t much, it was something. Alice could help him, even if she was a bitch. He would solve this mystery.
Meanwhile, Jonathan laid on his bed in a mix of happy afterglow and regret. He now knew for certain than he did when he was ten that he was bi. Why was he so afraid of people finding out about his gay side? For God’s sake, his mother lived with her girlfriend now and everyone got over that. In the end, what did it matter? He didn’t want to date anyone, men or women. He didn’t want to be with anyone but Keiji. This just showed how great it would be to make love to him. The sex was really good though. His sister Rose had the right idea, like usual.
The phone rang. Jonathan got up and put on a robe, as if people could see him though the lines. He picked up the phone. On the other end was Tamashiro San. Jonathan Lee listened.
“What?” he said, “Keiji’s been kidnapped?”