Page 6 of Dreamers Often Lie

“Agreed.” I nodded and lay back on the bed.

“Should we go try to find Roam? Maybe save him from himself?” He lay back and turned towards me.

“No. Let’s just lay here a little longer.” I pulled him closer and wrapped him in my arms.

We fell asleep all curled up together. Ben was not my lover or my way out – but he was one of the only people who loved me for me, and that made him possibly my best friend.

3

Ty

“God, you’re so fucking big,” he gasped as I banged the older gentleman harder. I held his ankles in my hands and pushed them further back, careful not to hurt him. “That’s… fuck… that’s it!”

I fucked him faster and made sure to look him in the eyes while I did. He wanted some kind of connection – most did when they paid for sex. Maybe he was lonely? Maybe his lover had died? For whatever reason, he had chosen me out of all the Cappie boys and paid my uncle for my very expensive services.

“You look like one of those swimmers in the Olympics. God, you’re just so pretty.” He licked his lips and let his fingers trail down my muscular arm.

“You’re not bad yourself.” I pushed myself all the way in and left it there as I gyrated my hips.

“Oh! Yeah… fuck… That’s… Fuck, that’s good.”

“It’s a tight ass… You feel fucking good.”

“I’m… old… So, thank you.” He blushed.

“Nah! You’re not old, just… uh… well-aged,” I lied. He did look good for a man in his late sixties, though. His thin body tightened as I plunged myself in as deep as I could go. “Very handsome.”

“God, Cappie was right… Oh, damn… That’s fucking deep. He said out of all the boys, you were the best. His prize in the stable. I might have to make this a… fuck… weekly thing,” he moaned as I slowed down to prolong his pleasure. He paid for an hour of my time, and I had another fifteen minutes. I always made sure that my john’s got their full time.

“You like my cock deep in you?” I watched him shudder as I slowly slid it to the hilt and rotated my hips. “You like that?”

“Yes, please… Just like that. God, you’re so beautiful. Those green eyes – so bright and young. All that potential… Fuck me hard. Make me beg you to stop,” he begged breathily. “You’re a fucking blonde Greek god, and for this small amount of time, you are all mine.”

I kept my cock inside him and grabbed him by the hips as I pulled him a few inches closer to the edge of the bed. I slid my own leg off so I could stand in front of him. If he wanted it hard, it would be easier this way. I pulled his legs back gently and adjusted my angle.

“Hard, huh? You want it rough, or just a hard fuck before I make you nut all over your chest?” I brushed his helmet with my fingers, and he shuddered. He was close. I glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Ten minutes…

“Rough, but not… I don’t want you to hit me.”

I stroked his face as I pushed myself all the way inside again. “I would never. Are you ready to see the stars?”

“More than you will ever know. Your body is so… You could flex while you… oh, fuck…”

I drew back and unleashed holy hell on his hole – I pistoned in and out so rapidly that his body vibrated with every thrust.His moans grew louder, and I reached up and gently wrapped my fingers around his throat and carefully applied a little pressure. He was old and brittle. I was always careful to provide the customer with exactly what they wanted, but I also knew the constraints I had to follow to make sure they had the best time of their life. It had to be all about them. My entire life was all about them.

“Fuck… Bobby…” He breathed harshly, and I released my fingers for a second before reapplying the pressure again.

Who was Bobby? His old lover, perhaps? That was the thing with having clients. You only knew as much as they told you, and every one of them was a mystery you wanted to solve. If you did, you could make their dreams and desires that much stronger while they were with you. But to get there, you had to be careful. Not every person wanted to share their truth with someone like me. Not every truth was something that you wanted inside you. Knowledge was power – but it always came with a price to your soul.

I slowed down. Five minutes were left on the time, but I made sure to make each thrust like a slap against his ass. The sound reverberated throughout his carefully decorated bedroom like a gunshot with each hard thrust of my pelvis into him.

“Fuck! I’m…” He shot all over his stomach, and I reached down and gathered some on my finger before I forced it into his mouth.

“You like how you taste on me?” I growled as I sped up once again.

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?” I raised my voice.

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