Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named in this story.
Warning: This story contains mention of prostitution, group sex, violence, m/m orgies
and one wild raccoon. HAU.
Summary: Xander is a male prostitue. It is his chosen occupation and he is very
happy with it. One night he takes on a group of clients with a friend and things
do not go as planned. When his friend is found murdered, homicide is called in.
Spike is a brilliant detective with OCD issues. When he is told to hide out in the
woods with the witness to protect, he gets more than he could have imagined.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners, the story idea and for holding my
hand during the writing.
The young man stood, casually relaxed, as though he were unaware of the
simmering cesspool of the urban environment in which he was living and
doing business. Leaning against the cool brick building, he propped one
foot, encased in the faux snakeskin cowboy boot, up on the wall behind
him and he waited. He knew it wouldn't be long. It never was.
The air around him was searingly hot, despite the summer sun having set
hours ago yet the young man never broke a sweat. The crisp white shirt that
was tucked into impossibly tight, washed out jeans, was unbuttoned down
to his navel, exposing a broad, tan and youthfully muscular chest.
His head was tipped down and because of the brim of his well worn cowboy
hat, his face could not be seen. It didn't matter. He knew from his strategically
chosen spot at the mouth of the alley, near the busy intersection of W.101st St.
and Ash Dr., he could easily be spotted by the people that mattered.
The people with the money. The people that sought to buy what he offered
for sale. It wasn't what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but the rest
of his life was something he seldom pondered. For now, he was good.
Glancing down at himself, he smoothed his hand over the front of his shirt,
making sure it was snug enough to display the outline of the small gold
ring that pierced his left nipple. He then slid his other hand on the other side
and paused as his fingertips flicked the naked nipple. He really couldn't imagine
why he didn't have them both done at the same time. It had left him feeling
surprisingly lopsided and he vowed to rectify the situation this weekend.
Before he could wander too far into the mental musings of his nipple condition,
the boy's attention was interrupted by a dark colored mini van that pulled
up to the corner and sharply tapped the horn.
Taking his time, and with a push of his foot, the boy shoved himself away from the
cool, hard wall and he sauntered over as the window slid silently down.
"Hey, Xander. How you doing?"
Xander smiled broadly and tipped his cowboy hat back on his head as he
leaned forward to look in at the driver.
"Hey, Fat Man. Haven't seen you round here for a while. What's the matter,
wife won't give you none of her grocery money to buy cock?"
The driver laughed. He had been a regular customer of this handsome
young man long enough to know that any of the perceived insults that came out
of his mouth were just good natured banter. And if they weren't? Who cared?
The shit that boy could do with his mouth, hands and ass entitled him to be as
fucking obnoxious as he wanted.
"Aw, come on now, Xander. You know I don't gotta ask her for no money.
I do what the fuck I want, when I want."
Xander barked out a laugh.
"Yeah, you're the man. So what the fuck you want, Fat Man? I'm on the
clock here ya know. The usual? You want me to suck the tiny little peter
The driver scowled. Sometimes this insolent boy went too far. He would
show him how little he was. He would teach this brat a lesson.
"Little peter? You fucking brat! Get your fucking ass in the back of
this Goddamn van. I'll show you who has a fucking little peter when I ram
it down your throat and make you choke on it."
Xander obediently stepped back and lowered his eyes. It was the same game
they played every single time.
"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to be rude."
Xander quickly opened the side sliding door and he jumped in. Before he
even had it closed, the driver threw the van in gear and whipped around the
corner, parking it in the far end of the darkened alley. Fat Man wasted no time
as he scrambled back to sit on the middle seat and tugged his polyester pants
down around his knees.
"Now you smart mouthed brat, get over here and suck my cock!"
Xander tried not to snicker as he used one hand to lift the flabby, overhanging
belly out of the way and grip the pitiful piece of flip between his thumb and
forefinger. He gave it a couple squiggles and the man giving the orders
scooted his wide ass closer to the edge of the seat.
"Tell me! Say it!"
Xander rolled his eyes, careful not to let the customer see.
"Oh my God! Your are so big! Shit! I don't think I can get all this in my
mouth at one time."
He then leaned down, still wearing the cowboy hat, because this one always
insisted on it, and he took the red, angry little thing in his mouth. He then
expertly went to work.
"Yeah, yeah, oh fuck, yeah just like that. Goddamn you're a good cock
sucker. Yeah, take it all in. Yeah, whose got the biggest cock now?
Yeah, Boy. Ram all that cock meat down your throat."
With his thick, fleshy thighs spread wide apart, the driver ran his hands down
to the sides of his wrinkled sac and Xander knew this would be a fast one.
As insurance, he clamped a vacuum on the little dinky dick and he growled,
shaking his head like a pit bull latched on to a t-bone.
A violent shudder of pleasure caused the excess skin to ripple all over the
fat man's body.
Xander sucked three more times then held his face still as he felt the customer's
dick jerk and empty in his mouth. When the dick's pulsing and the client's
cursing stopped, Xander let the softening flesh slip from his mouth. He then
pulled the side sliding door of the van open just a few inches and he spit.
When he looked back, the driver was slumped on the seat with a goofy grin
on his face.
"Thanks, Xander. You're the best. I didn't sound too mean did I?"
Xander spit once more then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Hell no, Fat Man. You know I love it when you're the boss. You got
the best cock of all my customers. Now, I'd love to chit chat but time's
money and you gotta get home and wash the dishes."
Xander snapped his fingers and held out the palm of his hand.
Immediately, the chubby man grabbed at the pants that were still pooled
down around his ankles. When he pulled out his wallet he held it just inches
from under his nose, attempting to conceal it's contents.
Xander just sighed. You would think there would be more trust between
business men than this. Finally, the satisfied customer withdrew two twenties
with a frown on his face.
"I ain't got nothing smaller. You got a ten for change?'
Xander snatched the two twenties from the fat, sweaty fingers and tucked them
in his shirt pocket.
"You hurt my feelings, Fat Man. You saying I'm not worth a nice tip?"
The driver's fingers twitched toward the green corners sticking out of the boy's
"Oh, well sure, it's just that Helen wanted me to pick up......."
Leaning down, Xander kissed the tip of the now limp three inches that
flopped between his legs and then tugged the oversized boxers back up.
"You just go home with a smile on your face and a song in your heart,
Fat Man and she will forget all about that pack of cigarettes she wanted"
Xander then shoved open the door and hopped out, leaving the half dressed,
fully exposed customer to quickly wrestle with this pants. With a wave of the
hand Xander walked off as he transferred the two twenties to his front pants
pocket where he tucked them around a couple of tens and slid it all back in.