Fifteen Shades of Gay (For Pay) by T. Baggins Read Free Book Online Page B

what Paresh would do next. He fought to keep his face blank, but a drop of milky anticipation gave him away.
    “Oh, yes. You want this.” Paresh licked his lips. “Spread your legs.”
    Andrew’s thighs parted. As he watched, Paresh pushed two fingers between them. The probing made Andrew gasp.
    “Don’t come. I’m just confirming your virginity,” Paresh said. “Has a woman ever touched you here?”
    Andrew nodded.
    “Entered you with a finger?”
    “No.”
    “What about you? Have you put a finger up there? A toy?”
    “Never.”
    Paresh’s fingers pushed harder, sending a jolt of pain instead of pleasure. At the same time, Paresh’s mouth enveloped Andrew. The shock of both together—white-hot pain between his cheeks and wet bliss around his member—made Andrew cry out. Before he quite knew what he was doing, he caught Paresh by the hair, forcing the other man’s head down even as he spread his legs wider. A finger slipped past the ring of muscle, entering Andrew up to the first knuckle. At the same time, Paresh took every inch of Andrew down the back of his throat. Gasping, Andrew emptied himself in a hot white torrent. Paresh sucked the root, not releasing Andrew until he’d swallowed every drop.
    “Oh, God,” Andrew whispered. Not since his teens had he climaxed so quickly, or with such terrifying abandon.
    “So. You enjoyed it?” Paresh asked, lifting his face and smiling. His finger was still inside Andrew up to that first knuckle.
    “Oh, yeah.”
    “Good.” Paresh forced his finger the rest of the way up. Too shocked to scream, Andrew choked, as pained as if impaled with a stiletto. For half a minute he could do nothing but ride out the agony, amazed that something as small as a man’s finger could hurt so much. Just as the throbbing burn began to lessen, Paresh licked Andrew’s soft member with long, wet strokes. “It’s not so bad, is it?”
    “I’m… not sure….”
    “Squeeze around my finger.”
    Andrew squeezed, shocked by the combination of discomfort and rising pleasure.
    Paresh grinned. In one motion he withdrew his finger, clearly amused by Andrew’s whuff of surprise.
    “Be honest. The way I sucked you wouldn’t have been as good without the finger.”
    “No. Not as good.” Lying was impossible. Andrew had come so hard, he doubted a single sperm remained in either testicle.
    “Right. Go, get dressed, consider the evening finished,” Paresh said. “But come to my next party and I’ll teach you something new. Something to write in your gay for pay playbook.”

Chapter 4

    “Andrew. Are you sure you’re okay?” Marie sounded worried.
    He jumped, responding more to the tone of her voice than what she said. “Hmh? What is it? What’s wrong?”
    “That’s what I’m asking you.” Marie placed a hand atop his. She was still cold to the touch, but there was color in her cheeks and she felt strong enough to eat lunch and watch a little TV. For Marie, that equaled a good day. “Is something wrong? Does it have to do with the play?”
    Andrew, who’d been simultaneously thinking about his encounter with Paresh Choudhari and trying not to think about it, blinked at his sister. He nearly asked, “What play?” before he remembered his cover story.
    “Oh, no, everything’s great. The director loves my interpretation of the character. There’s a chance I might not be an understudy much longer. That I’ll take a more active role.”
    Especially if I’m brave enough to attend Paresh’s next party , he added mentally.
    “I’m sure you’ll do great,” Marie said. “It’s not like you to sulk over an opportunity.”
    “I wasn’t sulking.” Andrew sat up straighter, stealing a cold french fry off Marie’s plate. Even when she was willing to eat, she kept down less than half of what he considered normal. “Did I really look like I was sulking?”
    “Yup. Just like the bad old days. When the kids used to chase you into the library every afternoon.”