CHAPTER ONE

 

 

 

Randi knew what to do and he did it. It was as simple as that. Saul hadn't needed to tell him. Randi had gone through the customary pre-sex preliminaries and, upon seeing the cock begin its initial stirrings to life; he closed his mouth about the lengthening prick.

Randi pulled back to a kneeling position between Saul's thighs, burrowing his nose and mouth into the pubic hair clustered at Saul's groin. The cock was like a magnet pulling him to it. Randi licked the column from the leaking tip to the bulbous balls before swallowing the prick again. The man sucked up those juices leaking from the cockhead of the heavy prick. His tongue was coated with the salty oiliness.

His taste buds drowned in the pre-seminal juices, his mouth filling with the continual liquid deluge as he siphoned the sexual ambrosia into his throat and belly. The fingers of both hands encircled the base of the prick, pressed flat against Saul's firm belly and pushed to somehow swell the prick to more powerful dimensions. Saul shifted his hips, thrilling to Randi's ministrations at his crotch. "I want to fuck you," Saul said, knowing that his prick had been played to a hardness capable of penetrating any protesting anal sphincters.

Randi gave no vocal protest, but only moved to comply. He rolled to place his back against the sheets, raising his legs over his head to offer the firmness of his muscular ass.

Saul's cock was large, both in length and circumference. It was a beautiful piece of manhood, exquisitely shaped and formed, from its vein-latticed shaft to its bulbous cockhead at the top. Randi felt this monster hard against his ass as Saul got into position over his body.

Randi used his own hands to spread his asscheeks so that Saul could more easily see the target.

Dipping cockhead found the sphincters of his asshole and entered the anal depths in one easy slide. Randi groaned beneath the sticking, the walls of his ass heating with the resulting friction of the cock against the inner bowel.

Saul's balls swung in their sac, hitting Randi's ass as the fucking motions were begun. Randi relaxed beneath the heated attack, secure in the realization that Saul would go his own route to completion. Saul was doing to Randi's guts just what he had paid to do. Although Randi found this particular fuck no more enjoyable than countless others he had endured in his lifetime, he had long ago learned the act of simulation. When he was finished, Randi was convinced that he would have a sex-satiated Saul thinking that he had had the best Goddamned fuck of his life. Randi groaned, a false proclamation of the passions he was actually experiencing at that particular moment.

Saul was perspiring, the sweat cementing their bodies. Randi released a series of rasping gasps as Saul's pelvis pushed tightly into Randi's ass. The cock probed the velvety depths of his ass.

Saul was finding it increasingly hard to keep his pleasure at bay. His hips, rising and falling in a methodical pumping, kept pushing the man closer and closer to ejaculation. Each plowing of the hole by his hard prick weaved a web of enjoyment throughout Saul's body.

Randi worked to coax Saul's balls to explosion. He consciously worked the muscles of the anal lining, using their contracting motions to squeeze and milk the stabbing cock.

Saul continued his fucking, aware that Randi's expertise was bringing him to the brink of orgasm. Saul fought against Randi, not wanting quite yet to be deprived of the ecstasy of the climb. He managed to succeed for only two minutes more before realizing that Randi had won the battle he was destined to win from the beginning.

Randi detected Saul's body tightening atop him, and knew that the man's moment had arrived. He thrust his butt over the dick, his sphincters cumming hard around the base of Saul's cock. Randi held tight as Saul pulled his length of hard flesh outward in preparation for one final plunge.

Saul experienced the twisting of his guts, the churnings within his belly. His body stiffened. His prick blasted into Randi. His cock exploded, his balls aborting endless gallons of sperm into Randi's bowels.

The two bodies; one completely lost in the throes of ecstasy, spasmed on the bed. Saul, despite himself, screamed.

After a while, Saul pulled away. His cock, which had already begun to go soft in Randi's ass, pulled free of its containing slot. It was puffy from the friction it had endured against the ass walls. It was covered with a veneer of its own juices.

"Why don't you go take a shower it?" Saul said, too tired at the moment to go take a shower himself.

Randi got up from the bed, looking down at his companion. He reached out a hand, his fingers gently brushing Saul's flushed cheek.

"It was good," Randi said. "Really, it was."

Saul knew it was good, but he also doubted that it had been all that good for Randi. However, despite his realization, he liked Randi for having made it. It proved that Randi was more than just the ordinary hustler who hopped into bed and performed like a machine. Vernon Mars could get plenty of the machine-type sex. If Saul were going to entice that bastard using anyone, it was going to have to be someone pretty damned special.

Saul watched Randi walk bare-assed to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. The short glimpse of Randi's nakedness led Saul to again reflect upon his good luck in finding somebody who so nearly matched those characteristics that Vernon liked in a male body: blond hair, blue eyes, compact physique, healthy cock, firm young ass, hair-covered chest, hair-downed legs and thighs. And butch. Randi had it all on the physical side and that was something more that Vernon would probably find irresistible. Out of all the names Saul had fed into the computer, Randi's had been the only one to drop out of the slot when the IBM brain was asked to select the one best suited for Vernon Mars. After testing the young Adonis in bed, Saul was assured of a success in his scheme.

Saul stretched languidly on the bed, and day-dreamed about how it would soon be with the backing of the Mars conglomerate behind his plans. He dozed until the bathroom door opened and Randi came back into the room.

"You'll do nicely," Saul said, half to himself, half to Randi. "You'll do very nicely."

Randi didn't reply. He drug the towel between his legs, enjoying the roughness of the cloth on his cock and between his asscheeks as it sucked up the moisture still remaining there. He didn't know yet whether or not he should be pleased with Saul's statement or not. Saul hadn't gone into any specifics about what he had planned. So far, for the money he was getting, Randi couldn't complain. Saul, after all, wasn't the type one usually got paid to fuck. Saul still had the body and the good looks to get his sex free of charge. Randi had seen a gamut of less attractive - although decidedly younger - men making a success of hustling their bodies.

"Get dressed and I'll take you for drinks," Saul said. Since he was convinced that Randi was satisfactory, they might as well begin work that very evening. Vernon Mars would, perhaps, be somewhere downtown if he weren't overseeing a recording session. Saul would take the chance of meeting him. He could, of course, call IMPACK Records and try to ferret out of Vernon's secretary just where Mars would be that evening, but doing that was becoming more impossible each day. Vernon Mars didn't like to be continually accosted by managers with news of their young stars. Vernon Mars, with twelve top artists under his wing, didn't need any additional talent at the moment.

Randi continued drying while Saul took his turn in the bathroom. When he returned, Saul took up a position in one of the chairs, facing Randi, who was dressed and sitting on the bed.

"Where do we go from here?" Randi asked.

"I want you to go to bed with somebody for me," Saul said, deciding that it would be ridiculous to be anything but candid in this regard.

Here it comes, Randi thought. It wasn't that the situation was a new one, it was just that such circumstances usually foretold that this "other" person was hardly a winner.

"He's neither old nor decrepit," Saul laughed, reading the thoughts running rampant behind Randi's handsome face.

Randi didn't reply. He had heard that line before, too. It usually meant that the guy was a real loser. He waited for Saul to go on.

One of the reasons Randi had made it so big in his particular field was that he had long ago realized that he was capable of getting a hard-on with anyone or anything. Getting the hard-on was more than half the battle. After that was achieved, it was quite easy to imagine the most ugly old man as some handsome young stud. Besides it seemed logical that the price paid for bedding this guy whom Saul was pimping for would, pay him more than what Saul had paid. If that was the case, Randi knew he'd do it no matter what. Saul's initial payment had more than doubled what Randi usually got for a twenty-four-hour session.

Saul surveyed Randi quickly, wondering if he should go ahead and spill the whole plot. It would be a lot easier to get what he wanted if Randi were in on the whole scheme. However, Saul knew he wasn't dealing with the ordinary hustler off the streets. Randi would be quick to realize who and what Vernon Mars was. It wouldn't be smart to have Randi foul up Saul's plans by formulating a few of his own.

"When?" Randi asked.

"It may take some time getting it lined up," Saul said. "You see, this other individual doesn't know yet that he's going to go to bed with you."