Peter was bored. Bored of the same days, bored of the same men and bored of his own company.

“Davy, you’re a fucking waste of space sometimes,” he complained as Davy came back empty handed again.

“But Peter……”

“Call me Mr Thorkelson,” he interrupted.

“Mr Thorkelson I’m sorry. There just aren’t that many new guys on the scene and I know how you like a unfamiliar face.”

“Too fucking right,” grinned the spoilt brat. “And if you can’t find me one, I guess I will have to go myself.”

“Pet….Mr Thorkelson, d’ya really think that is a good idea? What if something should happen to you?”

Davy was being treated like shit – again. But this didn’t seem to bother him, he was still worried about Peter going out alone. If something should happen to him, what would he do? Davy was selfish in this way, he tolerated the abuse because he was used to the rich lifestyle and would hate if it was taken away from him.

“Nothing is gonna happen to me. They know who I am, I bet they’ll be throwing themselves at my feet, begging me to take them home.”

Once again Peter’s ego was crushing any rational thought his brain might have had.

“Ok, you go. Just be careful though, stick to the main streets and don’t get out of the car for too long.”

Peter slid across the floor to stand in front of his friend. He knew Davy cared for him, well he thought he did anyway. He leant in for a brief kiss adding:

“Don’t be jealous Davy, we’ll have some fun when I get back.”

“Sure, fine Peter sorry Mr Thorkelson,” replied Davy a hint of sarcasm rising in his voice as Peter disappeared out the door.

* * * * * *

Micky followed Ty down the street to where the other guys were hanging out. He had taken in all his advice that day – how to behave, what to say, how to act. Ty had shown him the sites of LA that Micky had never witnessed before. But despite all this preparation Micky nerves were getting the better of him and it had taken Ty immense persuasion to get Micky to come with him tonight.

Ty had decided to pick one of the busiest spots in town, where the rich guys frequented. They were usually the best clients to have, not only from the money point of view but also from the fact that most were usually married with families and were looking for straight uncomplicated sex. The last thing Micky wanted one his first night out was a bizarre S &M session with one of the rougher regulars.

“So what happens now?” asked Micky shoving his hands deep into his pockets to try and stop them shaking.

“We wait. Don’t worry there will be some action soon. It’s always slow to start.”

“Ok….Um Ty I’m scared.”

Ty looked at the naïve face staring fretfully back at him. He felt a little guilty for sending Micky out like this but they had to make their money somehow. He wished that a client would come along that wanted both of them, then he could protect Micky, even get a little closer to him.

“Don’t be buddy, you’ll do great.”

“You say that but……”

Micky wanted to believe Ty but he couldn’t. How was he gonna cope with this? After all this was something he’d never done before and he was expected to be a professional. The thought of what the night would result in made him sick to his stomach.

Ty placed a loving hand round his meagre shoulders and gave him a quick hug. He didn’t want Micky to feel abandoned but at the same time he couldn’t let the other boys see him favouring the new kid.

“Please Micky, just try and relax, for me,” he said giving Micky a comforting rub across the nape of his neck and down his back.

This small bout of attention made Micky feel he owed Ty. No-one had ever put their faith in him for anything and he felt compelled to show Ty, he could do this. He placed his hand on Ty’s and smiled warmly at him.

“Thanks.”

* * * * * *

Mike cleared his throat as the ring tone echoed in his ear. He had his speech all prepared, he knew what to say, ‘come on pick up the phone’.

Davy sat there hearing the rings, unsure of whether he should answer it. If he fucked things up he would be made to pay, Davy didn’t like the idea of what that could possibly be. In the end the ringing was driving him insane. He reached over and grabbed the receiver.

“Hello, Thorkelson residence.”

“Um….Hello, is Mr Thorkelson there please,” replied Mike, thankful that someone had answered the phone.

“Senior or Junior.”

“Senior, I guess. I wasn’t aware there was a junior.”

‘Amazing’ thought Davy, someone who didn’t know about Peter.

“I’m afraid he’s away on business for six weeks.”

“Well whatta bout junior?”

“He’s unavailable too. Can I ask what this is in reference too?”

Davy liked the sound of the voice on the other end of the phone. He loved accents. It always scored points with him being English too but Davy loved any guy with a accent.

“Um…..Well ya see, what I mean to say is…..I was after a job.”

“Oh, well I’m Peter Thorkelson’s personal assistant, Mr Jones. If you’d like, I could see you tomorrow.” Davy was desperate to get this person to the mansion.

“Sure…great…um…10.00am?”

“Fine…Mr er….”

“Nesmith, Michael Nesmith.”

“Ok, Mr Nesmith. I look forward to meeting you.”

Davy replaced the receiver and smiled. This guy sounded gorgeous and if he wanted a job, he maybe willing to do anything to get it.

Mike stepped out of the phone booth and smiled contently to himself. Phase one was complete. The Englishman seemed a pushover, he couldn’t have planned it better himself that Thorkelson was away.

* * * * * *

Peter cruised through the rapidly darkening streets in search of his prey. He knew he would find someone, he had to prove Davy wrong. He slowed his MG down as he turned the corner and found the row of talent before him.

“This is more like it.”

He pulled the car up to the kerb, almost knocking into the lamppost as he did so. There was a hustle of excitement coming from the boys as they noted who go out the car. There was big money to be made from Peter and each boy was anxious to take his cut.

“Oh, so he’s decided to come down himself tonight, instead of sending his errand boy,” remarked Ty, as he spied to the rich kid in the distance.

“Who?” asked Micky craning his neck to see for himself.

“That Micky my boy is Peter Thorkelson, son and air to the richest steel businessman in the country.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them. What’s he doin’ down here?”

“This is how he gets his kicks. When you’ve got all the money in the world, you have to go looking for other sources of entertainment.”

As Peter wandered down the line, not one face raised an eyebrow of interest. Maybe Davy was right, he vaguely recognised most who stood before him. Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted him. An angel among men. A face that called to him from the darkness. He walked up close and spoke to the beauty.

“Hello, I’m Peter.”

“Hi,” was all Micky could manage. He felt his legs wobble beneath him, his confidence had all but gone and the nerves were back in full force.

“Hello again Mr Thorkelson, remember me.” Ty quickly intercepted the meeting, trying to divert Peter's attention from Micky. This was not type of person he needed on his first time out.

“What!” asked Peter slightly disappointed about his attention being drawn away from his prize.

“We have met before. Anyway I see you’ve taken an interest in my young friend here.”

“Yes I have um….”

“Ty.”

“Ty and if you don’t mind I would like to continue this interest back at my mansion, if that is ok with you.”

Micky stood silent between the two men. He remembered the promise he had made to himself about making Ty proud of him. He didn’t want to cause a scene and if Peter wanted him to go, he didn’t really see that he had any choice but to agree.

“Sure.”

He gave Ty a quick ‘I’ll be fine’ look before following Peter to his car.

* * * * * *

Davy had made his plan. He knew that Peter would never be awake by 10.00 in the morning. He would show Mr Nesmith into the main room of the house and then he could interrogate him, himself. He had to tread carefully though as if Peter found out he would be in serious trouble.

He checked his watch – 9.30pm, Peter would probably be back soon. He would either have found someone or given up. Davy was kind of hoping that the latter was true. After all, if there was no-one else Peter would give Davy some attention.

* * * * * *

Peter drove recklessly through the narrow streets, turning to look at Micky with an occasional smile. He didn’t say anything. He was too busy basking in the beauty that sat beside him. He was complacent in the fact that he had found this perfect specimen and he could prove to Davy that he could pick up the guys too.

Micky too was quiet. He was trying to remember what Ty had told him about how to behave. His hands felt hot and his stomach tight, he was just hoping he didn’t disappoint Peter and let Ty down.

As they approached the mansion, Micky couldn’t help but comment on the sheer size of the place.

“Whoa, you actually live here. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah, doesn’t seem that great when you see it day in and day out.”

Peter pulled the car into the driveway and gave Micky a smile. He climbed out of the car and beckoned him to follow him to the entrance of the house. Once inside he wasted no time in escorting his new lover to his bedroom.

Micky obediently followed behind. He was in bewildered awe of the whole residence, every painting on the wall, every piece of furniture probably costs more than Micky had made the whole time he was at the café.

* * * * * *

Davy had heard the car and knew Peter was back. He glanced surreptitiously out of the window to discover that Peter had brought a prize home. Davy knew better than to disturb Peter once he was inside the confines of his room. He reluctantly headed off to bed to imagine what could have been with him and Peter that night.

* * * * * *

Micky stood in the corner of the room, not knowing quite what to do next. He moved from one foot to the other as Peter circled him still grinning innately.

“So, I have never seen you before. Have you just moved here?”

“Not exactly, I just haven’t….well been around…..um.” Micky paused. He wasn’t sure that Ty would approve of him admitting his inexperience at this early stage, but he could tell that Peter may have already guessed.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Peter was almost dancing with joy. A fresh virgin, someone to teach, to command. This was like Christmas come early for him. He could mould him, train him, make him his own. Already he was getting ahead of himself but Peter didn’t care. The thought of screwing Micky was even more tempting now than ever.

Micky shook his head in admittance. “No, sir.”

“Well don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Peter took a step forward and swiftly pulled Micky up close to him. He kissed him softly on the mouth before slipping his hand down his pants and playfully squeezing his ass.

He quickly took control, leading him towards to the bed and gently lowering him down. He kissed him again this time with a stirring passion that derived from the growing erection in his pants.

Micky wanted to please his client and once he relaxed a little, began to enjoy the attention he was receiving. He could sense how turned on Peter was and was keen to help relieve the pressure that was mounting. As they kissed again Micky fumbled with the buckle on Peter’s pants. His nerves were returning once more but for once Peter was being understanding.

“Here,” he said guiding Micky’s hand and wriggling free of the clothes that restricted him.

It was obvious to Micky what Peter wanted from him and as he gazed at the enormity of the structure exposed to him, his nerves were getting the better of him. However, Micky knew he couldn’t back out now and slid down the bed to begin his task. He ran his tongue down the shaft to be greeted with a pleasurable moan escaping Peter’s lips, he must be doing something right. He teased the tip encircling it with his tongue before closing his mouth around the fully erect member and inching his way down.

Peter thrust his hips upwards fucking Micky’s mouth slowly. His mouth was so inviting that Peter couldn’t sustain himself from coming. Micky felt he may choke and gasped for air as he tasted the salty cum slip down his throat.

“Hmmm….good huh,” smiled Peter running his hand through the young man’s curls.

Peter felt a strange sensation come over him, he had never felt that way before. Not even with Davy. Was this love he was feeling? Peter wasn’t sure. Maybe his mind was getting the better of him and he was jumping to conclusions. After all he had just gotten great head, this didn’t mean he had to spend the rest of his life with this guy – does it?

Micky too was basking in his new found talent. He was pleased that he had come through for Ty, he owed him a lot. He sat up and stared deeply at Peter, this was the awkward part – did he ask for the money now or when he left?

“Hey, where’d you think you’re going?” asked Peter as Micky went to fetch his clothes. “I ain’t done with you yet.”

Micky was tired but as Ty had told him, the longer you stay, the more they pay. He lay back down on the bed as Peter began to cover him in kisses once more. Peter straddled himself across Micky’s small frame, sucking gently on his nipple as he used his hand to build another erection from his lover.

Micky found it hard to resist Peter, he never thought he would be this turned on by a guy but the evidence was clearly apparent. He moaned as Peter replaced his hand with his own hardness as he began to build the rhythm. Again and again they moved before climaxing together.

From in the corner of the room, someone was witnessing this sexual act. Davy had been unable to sleep and was intrigued to who this prize was that Peter had found. He couldn’t tell from his hiding place who this boy was but from the expression across Peter’s face, he wasn’t disappointing his boss. Davy was jealous, he knew he would be left by the wayside, if this boy was to become to familiar. He would have to put a stop to this somehow.