Professional Charmer

An eBook By Robert Desmond.

Jorge's ejaculation of sperm lacked enthusiasm.  The fact that he had to catch a plane within the hour was not the sole reason for the instant withdrawal of his deflated penis from Rick's posterior.  During the week they had spent together in Paris, entirely at Jorge's expense, Rick had been more demanding than previously.  Not content with sharing his handsome Spanish friend's bed, feasting at the best restaurants, occupying the most expensive seats at theaters and drinking throughout the nights in cabarets, the pale, blond English boy had allowed no day to pass without his whining self-pity.  This caused Jorge to feel obligated to make him presents of such things as shirts of excellent quality, costly shoes, a beautiful pair of cuff-links, a leather wallet, a Shaeffer fountain-pen and several popular records.

Jorge could afford to be generous, being the only son of the proprietor of the Hôtel des Vents Parfumés at Menton.  He was in the habit of lavishing money on youths of a certain sort, just as it had once been his custom to shower gifts on girls whose bodies were appetizing and at his disposal.  He was, however, too proud a man to wittingly patronize prostitutes, male or female.  Physically, nature had been so kind to him that it was difficult to imagine a man less likely to need to buy a woman's favors.  The truth was that, from an early age, his success with women had been so great that each new conquest had meant less to him than the previous one, with the result that he had turned to boys for a relief from heterosexual boredom; and Rick Haylett was the latest of a series of young men who had pretended to love Jorge, while being more interested in his money than in his jet-black curls, his bronzed, gauntly handsome visage, his broad shoulders, slim hips and subtly muscled limbs.

As usual, however, it had taken the trusting Iberian a long convincingly as any mink-hungry woman.  After more than a year during which Jorge, blinded by love, had regularly visited his lover in Peterborough, a week in Paris had convinced him that he had been living in the proverbial fool's paradise.  The experience was not new to him, which did not reduce his chagrin; but he hoped to avoid parting from Rick in obvious anger.  He knew too well how vile these male whores can be when they are unmasked, and he attached great importance to the avoidance of cheap brawls.  His only reason for indulging in a final copulation had been that Rick had dutifully offered him his rump, acceptance of which had seemed preferable to a quarrel; but Rick was a shrewd operator, while Jorge was an unconvincing liar.  The former knew that it was the end of the line, and he was worried.  He had profitable contacts back home, but nothing financially in the same class as the Spaniard.  Hitherto each of his gilt-edged victims (male and female) had withdrawn his or her patronage only after having introduced Rick to moneyed friends among whom there had always been at least one willing to contribute to the poor, but charming, male slut's maintenance.  There was, however, no doubt about the fact that Jorge was abdicating without providing a successor, which was most remiss of him.

Rick hoped this one, last good fuck would somehow help get him to the next stage - finding a new sugar daddy or mama.  He kneeled before Jorge, his butt up in the air, and spread open the cheeks of his ass with his hands, exposing the still-tight and puckered opening that Jorge had come to know so well.  Jorge grabbed a tube of lubricant and rubbed some of the gel around the rim of Rick's opening, pressing his thumb slightly inward as he did so.  Once his finger entered the familiar canal, Jorge's cock once again hardened with desire for the male whore's tight bum-hole; he finger-fucked him for a while as he applied some of the cool gel to his own growing machine.  Then he bent forward, cock in hand, and brought the swollen purple head to the well-greased asshole.  He pressed the head to the hole and pushed in.  Rick flinched for just a moment at the invasion, and then spread his ass-cheeks even further apart.

"Oh Jorge," he moaned, like a good whore.  "Oh Jorge, that big cock is so wonderful.  Fuck me real good, and go in deep, deep as you can.  I want you all the way inside me, man."

Jorge obliged and could feel his groin swept into the pleasure of the sweet pressure of Rick's tight hole closing in around his hard cock.  He began to fuck more vigorously, allowing the younger man's canal to devour his cock.

"That's right, Jorge, fuck your sweetheart's bum like the animal you really are.  Hurt me if you want, just fill me up with that cock, give it all to me."

Rick's sphincter muscle tightened as he spoke the words and with each clenching twitch, Jorge came closer to climax.  Rick, shrewd whore that he was, knew his clenching asshole trick would suck the jism right out of Jorge's engorged cock - and fast.  This would give the "client" a memorable good time, while lessening the wear and tear on Rick's well-used behind.

Jorge's movement picked up speed as he began pummeling Rick's asshole, pressing himself as deeply as he could fit into the cock-loving canal.  And he soon grabbed hold of Rick's also erected rod and rubbed it deliciously as he filled his asshole with his generously sized, about-to-explode cock.

Jorge rubbed the swelling cock head, and then began to masturbate the younger man's pole.  "You come for me and I'll come for you," Jorge whispered into Rick's ear.  "Give daddy some jism, and I'll fill your asshole to the brim with mine."

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