The Author's Assistant
Author:© WebNovel
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
1: Guy-Play
Inside the dusty stockroom of TJ Books: eight inches of TJ’s swollen and unprotected cock pumped my insides, banging my bottom. Cream dripped out of my rod and splashed against a shelf of classics.
TJ spanked me and yelled down at my back, “Fucking you, Shane!”
I yelped, feeling a fresh sting on my ass.
Ten minutes of his ride turned into twenty. Eventually he reached around me and began to yank on my tool. More hot spew exploded out of my pole and washed over his books.
TJ said, “shooting in you, pal,” and popped his sticky guy-load in my ass.
* * * *
Minutes later, I tried to kiss him as we stood chest to chest among shelves of books, but he turned his head away from me, just as I’d expected him to.
* * * *
“You got laid last night?” Alex Sedim, my best friend of seven years, asked, making us breakfast inside our six-hundred-square-foot apartment on Yossner Drive.
“Unsafe sex,” I said, groggy at our kitchen table, hovering over the mug of hot coffee I was holding in both hands, praying to the nocturnal gods of heaven that my hangover would be whisked away.
“You’re going to get sick,” he warned. “Did you run out of money again?”
I took Alex in for the thousandth time: five-ten frame, brown shaggy hair, amber eyes, nicely sculpted body with cut abs, a full six-pack, muscular legs, small rose-red lips, twenty-one years old, an usher for Scandinavia House. “I did. There was no way I was passing up TJ’s cock. You would have done the same thing.”
And he took me in for the thousandth time: thick brown curly hair, five-ten frame, 175 pounds, dreamy brown eyes, narrowly sloped nose, a jogger’s build. He asked, “TJ Mezinine?”
“The one and only.”
“You’re right. I would have done the same thing. I’ve been after his hot bod for the last six months.” Alex scrambled eggs at the stove. Toast was in the toaster. More coffee was brewing on the counter.
“I’ll introduce you to him. He’s a spanker. I’m not really into that.”
“And get your sloppy seconds?”
“Hey, man, whatever it takes.”
* * * *
I took a pill called Lax and believed that:
Twenty-three year old TJ found me in my bedroom and stripped out of his clothes: A&F shirt, Diesel jeans, and white Unico briefs. The guy was top-notch beautiful all the way: dark hair and eyes, muscular chest with a narrow treasure trail that fell below his navel and into his V-patch of curly pubic hair, muscular thighs, his eight-inch cock standing upright and ready for use.
“You need to be used, Shane?”
Lax told me I was. I spread my legs and pointed to the pink, tight hole. “Spank and fuck me, dude.”
“And then your roommate?”
“Whatever it takes.”
* * * *
New York City was hot and sticky, a bare-chested boy’s delight. Ninety degrees in the sun felt like one hundred and forty. By the time I’d walked to Teastyle Bar and Grille in my waiter’s uniform, I was soaked with perspiration.
“You’re late,” Roscoe Brunner hissed at me.
I wanted to cream the old queen with my fist, but I needed the job and money to pay for my food and half the rent. My defense was lame, but true, “I couldn’t run. It’s too hot out. I almost passed out on Sixty-Second Street.”
Roscoe looked a little bit like George Clooney. He grabbed my chin with his right palm, shared a smile with me that looked a little creepy, and said, “You’re lucky I think you’re hot. Or you’d be fired.”
* * * *
Some middle-aged guy who looked like Armistead Maupin came into Teastyle for a late lunch: crab cakes, a side house salad, and a Long Island Iced Tea. The guy introduced himself as Ty Devon.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he said. “A Robert Pattinson look-alike.”
“I’m just me,” I said.
“What’s your name again?”
“Shane Allister.”
Ty took a drink of his Long Island, swallowed it down, did a once-over of my body from head to toe, and asked, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Never.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I’m a player. It’s what I’m good at.”
“Do you ever play with men twice your age?”
“You mean daddies?”
“Exactly.”
Although I really didn’t find him attractive, I nodded, leaned into him, and confessed in a whisper, “You name the place and time. I’ll have my ass ready for you.”
* * * *
I took my break early and we had sex in the back of his Mercedes. Ty blew me, eating my seed down the back of his throat. Once I came, he instructed me to jerk him off.
I don’t know why I decided to give him a hand job, but I did.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone