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Chapter II.
Arnie's dick was just begging to be touched. I could tell because I
wanted to finish what we had started. I had gotten off, but Arnie was
still unsatisfied.
Looking up at me, I could see confusion in Jared's eyes. I shrugged and
smiled. This was his decision, he could refuse and go about the way he
had been, or blow Arnie. It was his choice, and I can't lie, I'm proud
of the choice he made.
Jared slowly raised his hand up and started stroking Arnie's penis. The
tip of it was solid red, and Jared knew like I did, that was where the
magic was. He licked around the head and nibbled it a bit. I guess
having a penis of his own meant he knew all the sweet spots. My
subconscious was taking down notes as I watched my little boy get the
love of my life off.
Closing his eyes, Jared finally went down on Arnie. At first just the
head of Arnie's dick and part of the shaft. Then a little further the
next time. Jared colored me impressed, as he went down further than I
ever had on Arnie, and from the look on Arnie's face, and anyone else
for that matter. Jared sucked so hard I saw Arnie's knees buckle. Arnie
came into my son's mouth. It was such an erotic scene that even I became
a little bit hot.
Jared slowly backed away from Arnie and swallowed. A pang of jealousy
ran in my heart. I had wanted to be the one to get Arnie off, but it had
turned out completely different than I had expected.
Arnie adjusted his robe and said to me, "Can we talk in private?" I
nodded and followed him to my bedroom.
There I closed the door and he started getting dressed. Disappointment
held me. Not only did I not fulfill my end of the deal, Arnie had to go.
I could tell by the way he was carrying himself.
"Don't look at me like that," Arnie spoke, sitting on the bed and
putting on his shoes, "You don't need me, and I've already put the money
in your purse. Just like normal."
"But, I didn't finish my job," I protested.
Arnie stood and embraced me. His lips found mine and my arms wrapped
around him. If any of this got out, Arnie's life would probably end and
I would probably wind up on the street corner with the bitches.
"You did plenty, and you have a son to be proud of. His tongue was
amazing, just like yours."
"Still," I said, laying my head on his shoulder.
"Just talk to him," Arnie spoke then broke away from me.
Arnie left and Jared came down to the kitchen table. He sat with a coke
in one hand and just staring at the table. Arnie had said for us to just
talk, but I didn't know where to start. Luckily, Jared broke the ice.
"So...do you hate me now?"
"Why would I hate you?" I said sitting down at the table, "You're my
son. I could never hate you."
Jared started tearing up, "Even after I interrupted your business."
"You've done that before and it was no big deal," I said putting my hand
on his.
"But I wasn't...pleasing myself."
"That was a little different, but there's nothing wrong. Cheer up, I'm
not mad at you and neither is Arnie."
Jared sniffed and looked at me dead in the eye, "I have something else
to confess. I've...I've been doing that for money."
"You're a prostitute?!"
"No...I...well, I guess I am," he said meekly, "It started with Ryan,
remember him?"
Indeed I did, Ryan was Jared's friend in middle school and he would
always stare at my breasts and backside. It didn't bother me because I
just figured it was just teenage hormones and I did have some of the
biggest breasts in the city.
"I had a crush on Ryan and he found out. Somehow I started giving him
blowjobs every time we hung out. He said that he always imagined that I
was you when we did it."
"Is that when you two stopped hanging out?" I asked.
"Yeah...I wanted him to love me...not lust after you."
I have always wondered why they stopped being friends. Ryan and Jared
were inseparable, but one summer it had just stopped. That was probably
the time which he was referring to.
"So how does that relate to tonight?"
Jared wiped his nose and sat up straighter. His eyes were bloodshot and
his hands gripped the coke.
"When you got me that first job for Intro-spec, the one where I had to
load the boxes, some guy joked about me giving him a blowjob for money.
I took his offer, but when it happened again, the boss found out and
fired me. The same thing happened at Wal-Mart too. And when it happened
at this recent job it occurred to me that maybe I should do it like a
full time job or something. I could please people for money, that is
until I find a job I can actually do, I think would be an idea."
"Not too bad of an idea," I said walking over to the fridge and getting
my own coke, "But you could have told me. I could have helped you."
Jared turned his attention to the window and took a sip of coke, "I
thought about it, but I thought you'd be disappointed to know that your
son likes giving blowjobs and you see how the news is always treating
people like me. They're saying that we're the reason the world has AIDS.
I didn't want you to think that of me."
I couldn't help but to giggle. Stifling the happy bubbles in my throat,
I said, "One, fuck the media, and two, I love you, that's all you need
to know."
The awkwardness set in after that. We had said what was on our minds and
now we just sat there.
"If you really want my help, I will do all that I can, but I warn you,
this is a big decision..."
Jared nodded. I stood up and kissed him on the forehead, "Okay, get some
sleep and I'll arrange everything tomorrow."
The next morning I woke up early. After taking a shower and getting
something to eat, I set up an appointment with an old friend of mine,
Daria. She had been the head mistress in town who taught me everything
about how to please a man. She wasn't in practice anymore, but agreed to
see me and talk. I woke Jared up and made him take a shower.
Soon, we were heading downtown. I took a personal day from my day job;
if Jared was serious about this, so was I.
We drove into town and met up with Daria at a caf?. She was a bit older
than I, her dark brown locks were now short and white, but other than
that she didn't look aged any. Her skin was still flawless with very few
wrinkles, and her sense of style was ever present. Jared had met her a
few times before, mostly when we checked in with each other and if I
ever needed advice.
We made small talk and then Daria asked me to join her as she powdered
her nose. We left Jared outside the caf? eating a sandwich and drinking
a coffee. Inside the caf? we passed the lounge area and headed for the
used bookstore up above it. It was an easygoing place with only a few
customers in it. One of them was checking out a book when we arrived,
then soon left. Daria told the clerk in a soft voice a moment later that
we needed to "look for business" and he motioned her to a side of the
store.
It was no surprise to me that Daria still had connections. Apparently
the bookstore was exactly what she needed in scoping out new clients
and/or workers. To one side of the bookshop was a few glass enclosed
reading rooms. Each room had curtains as if not to be disturbed. We
walked into one the rooms. Inside was only a table and a chair with a
small camera that had a green light near the corner of its box. I
assumed it was in every room to keep people from stealing things.
Overall, a private room made for reading. The one we had had a window
that let in natural light.
Daria looked up at the camera and I saw the green light flicker off. She
smiled and ushered me to the window which I noticed was in the groove of
the sign on the outside of the building. If someone didn't know where to
look, chances are they wouldn't have found this cubby hole.
"Now, what did you want to talk about?" Daria asked, looking at Jared. I
filled her in on what he had told me the previous night and what had
happened with Arnie.
"So you want to train him to be a good service provider like yourself?"
"That's the plan," I said, "I just don't know where to start."
Daria turned to me, a soft smile graced her lips and a stern look up her
face, "This would be new ground for me as well. I only know how to get
the best out of girls. I've never had to handle something like this. At
the very least I'd have to observe him for a week to a month to know
fully what to do with him. Just like I did for you."
It had always been a thought in the back of my mind that Daria had
watched me during my training, but now I had conformation. I didn't
blame her for not telling me. She had to see what I did naturally, and
by doing that she improved me. I owed my success to her.
"...Okay," I said, "Do you need any kind of payment?"
Daria's eye shined with her next big smile, "You were one of my top
students. This is just my favor to you. No guarantees though."
She tapped the desk three hard times and said, "Send the boy at the
table three up here."
Curious, I saw Daria stare at the window and I followed her example. A
moment later I saw a person walk up to Jared then whisper something in
his ear. Jared looked up and Daria called him with her finger. She had
the same look as she did the first time I had met her. Jared joined us
shortly thereafter. Daria had pulled down all the curtains and pulled a
chair into the middle of the room with the table to one side. When Jared
arrived, she motioned him to sit, and he listened nicely.
"Jared, just relax," I said, "She's just looking you over. No reason to
be tense."
He was rigid and holding his pants' legs. It was kind of funny watching
his nervousness, but at the same time I felt bad. Jared didn't know
Daria like I did. Daria was stern and could make you feel like suicide
would be a pleasure to get away from her, but if you listened to her and
did as she said, she would help you with anything, like a good teacher.
"Are you sure you want to choose this kind of lifestyle?" Daria spoke in
a militaristic voice, stern and to the point, "If your mother is
anything like I am, you may want to reconsider."
I kept a neutral face while Daria worked her magic. She was making sure
that he really wanted to do this, and I was grateful that she was doing
this as well.
"I can do it. I believe I can."
"Alright," Daria said stepping in front of him, "Are you willing to be
on my beck and call for a full month?" It appeared that Daria thought
she was going to need a little bit longer than what she had expected.
Sometimes I marvel at how she worked.
"Y-yes m'am," Jared spoke.
"Welcome to your new life," Daria finished.
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