Rent Boy

Chapter 4

It had been a few days since my altercation with scooter. Luckily the creep hasn't requested by services again to I hope it's a one off. Although everyone and then he'll smack my ass when no ones looking.

Even though Justin has been performing almost every night it hasn't stopped us from fucking. The man is a beast.

Although this day he's been very distant. I woke up in the hotel room to find he had already left which I found confusing since Justin loves morning sex. I'm not even required to suck him off before his show like I'm supposed too. Instead I'm ordered to wait in the hotel room till the show has finished.

It had been an hour after the show and Justin still hadn't arrived back at the room. I call one of the dancers on tour to find out where he is. They tell me he went straight to the gym. I've been working with this guy long enough to know that when he works out at night he has a problem.

In just my baggy vest and sport shorts I throw on a dressing gown and head to the hotel gym. When I get there I'm greeted by Alfonzo a member of his security team.

"Hey Al, has he been in there all night? I ask.

"Yeah, poor kids burning off some serious energy" I need to speak to him and find out what's troubling him.

"Mind if I go in?" I plead.

"Sure" he says. "But he didn't appreciate scooter trying to talk him down"

Yeah well I'm not that creep. I make my way into the gym and then I see him. Sat down lifting weights. His bicep building as he grunts lifting up and down. He's wearing a baggy vest, clinging to him from the swear and sport shorts. He hasn't noticed me enter.

"Hey babe" I say. Nothing, he carries on lifting the weight "what's wrong?" He slams the weight down making me jump. He gets up laughing sarcastically walking to the bench press.

"Those bastards, want me to go on tour for another year" he lays down and starts lifting. Flashing his soaking wet hairy pits. The smell of his sweat is intoxicating.

"Whys that a bad thing? You get the travel the world more, see your fans and perform"

He puts the weight back in frustration and sits up lifting his vest up to wipe sweat off his forehead flashing his perfectly defined sweaty stomach. The sweat causing his hairy trail to stand out even more.

"You don't get it, I'm exhausted, it's been none stop for years, I need a break. I hate the person I become on tour. I become this spoilt dick constantly tired and uninspired. I love performing and seeing my fans I do but, it just gets hard you know?" I walk over to him and get on my knees to his level stroking his thighs.

"Hey, you are extraordinary. You're going on tour because you bring so many people happiness. You have a beautiful voice, be happy you're sharing it with the world. Your worked so hard on your album, make your fans listen to every word you've written. Show them why they love you just as much as I do" it breaks my heart seeing my gorgeous man broken like this.

"You love me huh?" He says with a smirk

"Shit, you know what I mean not love love-" I don't have time to finish my embarrassing rant, he just kisses me.

"You're sweet" he kisses me again caressing my lips with his tongue. I grant him entrance. Our tongues starts massaging against each other. "You always find a way to cheer me up"

"You want me to cheer you up another way too?" I start feeling his soft dick in my hand feeling it grow harder with each touch.

"You're such a naughty boy" he growls and kisses me, hard taking my bottom lip in his mouth and biting it. I lift the sweat vest from his body and toss it to one side. I lift his arm up and dive straight into his hairy, sweaty pit licking it clean.