Author: ElyVanity 
Title: The Rent Boy Client 01 
Part: 1
Summary: Public defender Tony meets a new client, a boy 
full of secrets.
Keywords: m16b12, oral, anal, reluc, drugs

Disclaimer - This is entirely a work of fiction. Please do not
attempt any of this in real life. If it is not legal for you to
read this where you are, then leave as I have not intended to
distribute this work to places where it is illegal to read this
material.

Notes to Readers - I appreciate feedback and hearing from
readers. Please email me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net - Ely
Vanity


The Rent Boy Client - 1 
by Ely Vanity


Chicago, Illinois Summer 2014

  "Maggie, what the hell is going on? April Fool's Day was months
ago. You aren't actually going to press all these charges are
you? He's a kid with an obvious drug problem; he belongs in rehab
and with social services, not in county lock up. This is insane,"
said Tony Cardoza into his phone as he entered the Cook County
Jail facility where his new client was being held.

  "Look Tony, there is more going on here than is in your file.
Why don't you swing by my office after you meet with your client
and we can discuss his case," said Margaret Rice, the deputy
district attorney.

  "Okay, text you when I'm done and on my way over to your
office," said Tony. He hung up and went to over the security
checkpoint to present his credentials and get cleared through
security. A few minutes later, Tony stood outside a small
interview room and reviewed the case file one more time. His
client was officially listed as 'John Doe', a male of
'undetermined age' that was being charged with solicitation of
prostitution, attempted robbery, possession of narcotics,
possession of narcotics with intent to sell, and possession of an
illegal firearm. It was obvious from the mug shot that the boy
was underage. He appeared to in his mid-teens, but it was hard to
determine his exact age since the boy was already starting to
look haggard from abusing crystal meth.

  The boy had so far refused to say anything to the police
except, "I want an attorney." Tony could read between the lines
of the report to know that something was wrong. The police and
the District Attorney's office had the boy for forty-eight hours
before they finally sent word to the Public Defender's office.
Social Services had still not been contacted, as the police will
still treating the boy as an adult since he refused to identify
himself or give his age. Tony collected himself and took a deep
breath, he was going to need to keep a professional demeanor. It
was going to be difficult, because even with the a bit of a
haggard appearance from the drug abuse, the boy was cute, and
based on the prostitution charge, not unfamiliar with having sex
with adult men. Tony also knew he had to keep a check on his
emotions and not let his own history cloud his judgment
concerning his new client.

  A deputy sheriff opened the door for him and Tony entered the
interview room. The boy was seated at a small table and glanced
up at Tony as the man entered. The boy was 5'3", and only
ninety-five pounds as his meth use had eaten away at him. His
brown hair was currently dyed a mix of black and pink, and his
brown eyes regard Tony and the deputy sheriff with suspicion. His
hair was long, hanging down to his shoulders and gave him a
slightly feminine appearance. His skin was pale and he had
several scabs on his arms. Tony knew from the file that the boy
had been wearing black eye-liner and dressed in 'emo' style
clothes when he was arrested, but now was without any make-up and
was wearing a standard issue orange jumpsuit.

  "I still ain't saying shit. When you assholes going to let me
see an attorney. I have rights bitch," said the boy when he saw
Tony enter the room. The boy was agitated and looked tired.

  "Yes, you do and I am not a bitch; I am your attorney, Anthony
Cardoza. You may call me Mr. Cardoza. I am from the Public
Defender's office," said Tony as he took a seat opposite the
hardened  young hustler. He sent the file down on the table and
pulled out a notepad and pen.

  "How do I know this isn't a trick, and you're not just another
fucking pig trying to get me say something?" asked the boy as he
continued to eye the man suspiciously. Mr. Cardoza appeared to be
in his mid-forties. He was five-foot eleven and about a hundred
fifty pounds with a lean build. He had light brown hair cut
short, hazel eyes, and was clean shaven.

  Tony showed him his credential. "Look, here is my ID. Beyond
that you are going to have to trust me. Anyway, at this point if
I were tricking you, nothing you said to me would be admissible
anyway."

  The boy snorted, "Trust you, I've been burned by that one
before." He examined the badge for a minute then seemed to reach
a decision and leaned back in his chair, "Okay, I guess you're
legit."

  "Thank you. Now first, I am going to need to know you name,
your age, your birthday, your address, how to contact a parent or
guardian, all that basic information. Then I'll need you tell me
about your arrest and why the DA's office is trying to throw the
book at you. It looks like they have you for solicitation of
prostitution, drug possession with intent to sell, and a
possession of an illegal firearm," said Tony.

  "Do you have a cigarette?" asked the boy.

  "No. I don't smoke and they don't allow smoking inside the
jail," answered Tony. "Now stop stalling and start letting me
know who you are so I can help you."

  The boy brushed his hair out of his face and looked down at the
table, "My name is Dylan Richards. I'm fourteen. I was born March
15th 2000 in Des Moines Iowa. I don't have an address as I crash
at friends and tricks' places. You can try contacting my mom, but
I doubt she gives a fuck about me. She didn't give a shit when
her boyfriend kicked me out onto the street two years ago."

  "What about a father?" asked Tony as he jotted down the boy's
information.

  "Last I knew he was in jail back in Iowa. Haven't seen him
since I was five," answered Dylan.

  "You were kicked out? What happened?" asked Tony.

  Dylan rolled his eyes and sneered at man, "What do think
fucking happened? He found out I was a god damn faggot, that's
what happened. He beat me up and told me to get the fuck out. So
I got the fuck out."

***

Dunkerton Iowa Spring 2012

  "You sure no one's going to walk in on us?" asked Brent.

  "Yeah, my mom works until midnight, and her boyfriend Ray works
until six. He goes to the bar after work to hang out with my mom
while she works, so we're good. How does this work?" asked Dylan,
his nervousness apparent in his high pitched voice. He was in his
room with Brent Jackson. Brent was a junior at the local high
school, and the guy to go for if you wanted weed. When he heard
the rumors that Brent would exchange pot for sex with any cute
boy or girl, he approached the older boy in order to kill two
birds with one stone, sex with a cute guy and free weed. Dylan
had jacked off with a couple of his classmates but never gone
further as he didn't want them to think he was homosexual.

  Dylan approached Brent yesterday on the way home from school.
He let the sixteen-year-old drug dealer know that he wanted to
get some pot, but that he didn't have any money. He told Brent
that he had heard that he was willing to work things out with
kids like him. Brent looked the skinny twelve-year-old emo boy
over and told him that they could work something out if Dylan had
a place they could fool around. So now they were alone in Dylan's
bedroom inside Ray's mobile home. Dylan and his mother had been
living with Ray for the last six months.

  "Well that depends. If you just want a couple joints, you can
suck me. If you want a whole eighth, you have to let me fuck that
cute little ass of yours," said Brent. He reached into his
backpack and pulled out a wooden box. He opened it and removed
two plastic bags, one with two joints in it, and another with an
eighth of an ounce of marijuana. He set the two bags down on the
bed between him and Dylan.

  "Umm, I don't know about letting you fuck me. I'm not a fag,"
said Dylan defensively, "I think I'll just take the two joints."
He thought Brent was really cute and the thought of sucking the
older boy's cock was already causing his own small cock to get
hard, but he wasn't ready to get fucked. Sucking a dick was just
boys fooling around, taking it up the ass would mean he really
was queer. He wasn't ready for anyone else to know that yet; he
was already bullied enough as it was.

  "Sure, not a problem. Hey, since this is your first time, I'll
even split a joint with you so you can sample the goods so to
speak. Plus it will help relax you," said Brent. He put the two
bags back into the box and pulled out a joint and a lighter from
the box before setting it down on the floor next to his backpack.
He lit the joint and took a hit then passed it to Dylan.

  Dylan had smoked pot twice before with a couple other kids
after school, so he was able to take a hit off the joint without
completely embarrassing himself. Brent reached over and rubbed
Dylan's thigh through his black skinny jeans. "Good shit huh,"
said Brent.

  Dylan passed the joint back to the blond teen as he released
the smoke from his lungs, "Yeah." Brent took another hit then
passed it back to Dylan. While Dylan was taking a hit, Brent
stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Dylan
stared at the older boy's smooth chest. When he passed the joint
back to Brent, the older boy motioned for him to take off his own
t-shirt. At first Dylan was hesitant to take it off, but when
Brent reached over and started to pull it off, Dylan took it off
himself. The two boys alternated between taking hits off the
joint and removing their clothes. By the time they finished
sharing the joint, they were both naked. Dylan made an effort to
make sure he was always facing Brent.

  Brent leaned down to put the roach into his box, picking up and
palming a small bottle of lube as he did so. He leaned back on
the bed and spread his legs. Dylan didn't notice Brent's slight
of hand because he could not take his eyes of the teen's cut
cock. It was beautiful. It was surrounded by a decent sized patch
of blond pubes and was currently about four inches long and two
inches thick in its semi-hard state. Dylan's own cut cock was
hard. It was three and a half inches long and thin. He had just a
couple soft brown hairs at the base.

  "Come on baby boy; it won't bite," said Brent as he reached
down and gave his cock a tug. The pot was rocking Dylan's world
and he was flying high. The joint had been some of Brent's best
weed and was much more potent than the ditch weed Dylan had
smoked previously. He scooted over on the bed then reached out
and wrapped his hand around the teen's dick. He could feel it
hardening in his hand as gently fondled it, lost in a horny pot
high. Bren'ts cock quickly reached its full five and half inch
length.

  Brent reached out, pushing and pulling on Dylan until he was
lying face down on the bed next to him, the boy's head level with
his crotch. Brent noticed that there were several dark bruises
marring the pale skin of the boy's back.

  "Go on, suck it," Brent commanded. Dylan tentatively stuck out
his tongue and licked the teen's now hard cock. Brent was right,
it didn't bite. He wrapped his lips around it and started sucking
on the head. Dylan had watched a little bit of straight porn
online while at a friend's house and did his best to imitate what
he had seen.

  While Dylan was busy with his dick, Brent started caressing the
boy's ass. He gave each pale cheek a squeeze, then ran a finger
down through the boy's crack, lightly brushing his finger tip
against the boy's virgin hole. He continued to gently run his
finger around the boy's hole as Dylan sucked on his cock. Dylan
enjoyed the feeling of Brent's finger toying with his asshole and
moaned around the cock in his mouth. Taking that as a green light
to go further, Brent took the bottle of lube and put a small
amount on the tip of his index finger.

  Dylan instinctively clinched up when he felt the tip of Brent's
finger enter his ass. The pot helped take the edge of the pain of
having his ass violated for the first time, but Dylan was still
hesitant to have something in his ass. He had liked the feeling
of having his hole teased, but he started to get worried that the
teen intended to fuck him. He took Brent's cock out of his mouth,
"I said I don't want to get fucked."

  "Don't worry and just relax, I won't do anything you won't
like. You'll enjoy my finger, trust me," said Brent. Dylan
returned to sucking on Brent's cock as Brent slowly worked his
lubed finger in and out of the boy's asshole. It felt like a jolt
of electricity shot through his young body when Brent's finger
found his prostate. "See, you like that baby, I can tell," said
Brent as he rubbed the hard little nut inside the boy's ass.

  Brent was enjoying the blowjob he was receiving from the
inexperienced young cocksucker and felt himself getting close. He
didn't want to cum yet though, so he gently nudged Dylan off his
cock. "Hey, why don't you put some music on," suggested Brent.
Besides wanting to cool off for a second, he figured it would be
good to have some music on to cover up the noise when he took
Dylan's cherry.

  Dylan hopped up off the bed. He dug through a small pile of
CD's and picked out a mix-CD that one of his friends had burned
for him. He put it into the old beat up boom-box that his mom had
gotten at a thrift store for his tenth birthday. While Dylan was
putting on the music, Brent shifted so he was lying down
lengthwise on Dylan's bed. He spread his legs and wagged his hard
dick at the boy.

  The twelve year old crawled between Brent's legs and wrapped
his hand around the base of the teen's cock.  He licked around
the head then started sucking on it. He kept one hand wrapped
around the base as he started bobbing up and down on the top
half. Brent reached down and lightly grabbed the boy's head as he
begun to thrust his hips up and down, fucking the boy's mouth.

  "Oh yeah baby, suck that cock," said Brent as he felt his
orgasm approaching. He tightened his grip on Dylan's head. "Oh
fuck," he exclaimed as he started to shoot into the boy's mouth.
Dylan tried to pull off, but Brent held him in place until he was
finished coming. "You better swallow that or you aren't getting
any weed," warned Brent when he released his hold on Dylan's
head.

  Brent coming in his mouth surprised Dylan, but he discovered
that he did not hate the taste of the teen's cum. He swallowed it
down and sat back as Brent recovered from his orgasm. He figured
that Brent would be in a hurry to leave after he came, but
instead Brent seemed content to rest in his bed. Dylan took the
opportunity to admire Brent's naked body. Brent opened his eyes
and smiled at Dylan when he saw the boy watching him. He motioned
with his hand for the boy to come closer. When Dylan got within
reach, he took the boy's arm and pulled him into a hug. He kissed
the young boy and rolled over so that he was on top of him; he
could feel Dylan's hard little cock pressing into his stomach.

  Brent broke off the kiss and smiled down at Dylan, "I don't
normally do this and if you tell anyone I did, you will regret
it." He scooted down the bed and wrapped his lips around Dylan's
cock. Dylan gasped as he felt someone's lips and tongue on his
cock for the first time; it felt amazing. As Brent gently sucked
and licked Dylan, he also put some more lube on his finger and
resumed playing with the boy's ass. Brent sucked on Dylan's cock
as he slowly worked on opening up the boy's ass with his fingers.
He took his time working the finger in, then easing a second
finger into the boy. By the time he was able to get three fingers
inside, his own cock was hard again.

  When Brent pushed his legs forward, Dylan came out of his
pleasure and pot induced trance. "No, stop. I told you, I don't
want to get fucked," he protested.

  "Your gaping little ass and hard cock say otherwise baby. Don't
worry, I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me," said
Brent as he coated his cock with lube. He leaned down and kissed
Dylan, shoving his tongue in the boy's mouth as he pressed the
head of his cock against the boy's asshole. ADylan half-heartedly
tried pushing the teen off of him, trying to convince himself
that he didn't really want it.

  "AAAHHHH," cried Dylan into Brent's mouth as the head of the
teen's dick pushed into his ass. Brent propped himself up and
smiled at the sight of Dylan's scrunched up face as the boy
submitted to him.

  "Relax and push out," instructed Brent. He pulled the head back
out and added some more lube then pressed in again. Brent would
have loved to have a larger cock like the guys in porn, but he
did like that his average five and and half inch dick was great
for popping the cherries of horny kids that wanted some weed.

  For his part, Dylan was finding himself starting to enjoy the
feeling of Brent's cock inside his ass. It helped that the joint
Brent had smoked with him was taking the edge off the pain of
being fucked for the first time. When Brent's cock started
rubbing against that spot inside him the pain disappeared and was
replaced by incredible feelings of pleasure.  He loved the
feeling of the older boy's weight on him, Brent's stomach and
chest pressing down on him as his cock slide in and out of his
ass. Dylan was panting and moaning loudly from the new sensations
he was experiencing.

  Dylan's cock twitched and a small amount of thin watery cum
shot out as the stimulation from being rubbed between his and
Brent's stomach combined with the pleasure from getting fucked
brought him to orgasm. Having cum a few minutes earlier, Brent
was in no hurry to cum again as he was enjoying fucking the boy's
tight ass.

  Unfortunately for both boys, the music in the room not only
concealed the noise of their fucking, it also prevented them from
hearing Ray enter the mobile home. Ray was home early because he
had just been laid off from the garage where he worked. He was
not ready to tell Amy, Dylan's mother, that he had lost his job,
so he did not go to the bar, but instead had come home to drink.
He was already in a bad mood when he heard that faggy music
playing in the boy's room. He went to Dylan's room and opened the
door, prepared to tell the boy to turn that shit off when he saw
the boy lying on his back getting his ass pounded by an older
boy. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he screamed over the music.

  This wasn't the first time that someone had walked in on Brent
while he was banging one of his clients. He reacted quickly. He
jumped off the bed and grabbed his backpack. He quickly threw the
box inside it and started gathering up his clothes. Brent kept a
weary eye on the man as Ray walked over to the desk were the
music was still playing on the boom box. Dylan meanwhile had
grabbed the covers on his bed and quickly thrown them over
himself to hide his nakedness.

  Ray picked up the boom box and threw it across the room; it
shattered against the wall next to Dylan's bed. "You fucking
faggots, I'll teach you perverts to not do that shit in my
house," yelled Ray.

  Brent reached into his backpack and pulled out a revolver.
"Don't move asshole," he said as he pointed the gun at the man.
Ray was a homophobic bigot of limited intelligence, but he wasn't
completely stupid; he stopped where he was and put his hands up.
Brent smiled at how quickly the man backed down. "I'm not a
faggot, I just enjoy fucking them. Now you are going to step
aside and let me leave. I'll finish dressing in the living room
and you can come out when you hear the front door close. If you
come out before than I will shoot you," said Brent as he finished
collecting his clothes and shoes with his free hand. He kept the
gun pointed at Ray as he backed out of Dylan's bedroom. "Don't
worry baby, I'll leave you the full eighth even though I didn't
get to finish," said Brent before closing the door behind him so
he would have some warning if Ray tried to come after him.

  Once the door was closed, Ray released his anger on Dylan. He
dragged the boy out of the bed by his hair and threw him on the
floor. He proceed to hit and kick the boy as he derided him for
being a faggot that was whoring himself out for drugs. Brent felt
a brief tinge of guilt as he hurriedly dressed and fled the
house, but was also relieved; it was unlikely that the man would
call the police after he finished beating up Dylan.

  After he was done venting his anger on Dylan, Ray gave him ten
minutes to pack up his things and get out. Dylan knew from
experience that his mother was just as homophobic as Ray, and
that she also cared more about her boyfriend than about him. This
was not the first time Ray had beaten him, and when Dylan had
complained to his mother about it before, she had just responded
that Ray was trying to toughen him up. So Dylan crammed as much
of his stuff as he could into his own backpack and fled. He went
down to the bus station and caught the first bus to Waterloo, the
closest thing that counted as a city in this part of Iowa.