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  CityBoyz

  by

  Henri Couesnon

  Copyright © 2017 Henri Couesnon

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  Table of Contents

  Author’s Introduction: Neighbors to the North

  Prologue: His Lover, the Hustler

  Chapter One: The Guy with a Guiche

  Chapter Two: An Erotic Rendezvous

  Chapter Three: A Delirium of Lust

  Chapter Four: His Confidant and Mentor

  Chapter Five: Recruiting New Talent

  Chapter Six: Guys Going Bump in the Night

  Chapter Seven: A Most Unusual Wakeup Call

  Chapter Eight: A Houseboy’s Duties

  Chapter Nine: Hot On and Off the Ice

  Chapter Ten: When Escorts Unite

  Chapter Eleven: A Housewarming

  Epilogue: The Two City Boys

  Also by Henri Couesnon

  Author’s Introduction: Neighbors to the North

  As a Frenchman who has lived in the United States, I’ve also spent some quality time in Canada, the United States’ neighbor to the north.

  The cities of Toronto, Montréal, and Quebec, and the areas around them, are wonderful to visit. Cold winters, to be sure—but hot men. That just about sums it up!

  This book is, of course, fiction. But travelers who have visited Montréal may recognize the real-life equivalent of the popular gay leather bar which I’ve called CityBoyz here. They also may suspect that they know the sexy young number upon whom the character of Guiche is based. That trademark genital piercing of his is one giveaway. The enterprising lad’s uninhibited attitude toward sex is another. As a man with a somewhat checkered past myself, I know another pro when I meet one. Damn, but Guiche is good at his job!

  So, think of this as an unsolicited testimonial, and a recommendation. If you have the chance, visit Canada. Vacation there. Enjoy yourself, and indulge yourself, there. To put it bluntly—get laid there. Help yourself to an ample amount of that Canadian bacon. Trust me, you won’t regret it!

  Meanwhile, read and enjoy this book! May it inspire you!

  Prologue: His Lover, the Hustler

  “The guy I was with last night—he was a real freak,” Guiche said.

  “Yeah?” Remi responded, automatically.

  “Hell, yes. I really earned my money. And thank God, the dude was a good tipper, too.”

  The two young French-Canadian men, residents of Montréal, were half-sitting, half-lying, on Guiche’s bed, sharing a joint. They’d just made love—a fact all too obvious from the disorder in the bedroom. The sheets on the bed were rumpled, and stained with sweat and semen. On the nightstand beside the bed was a plastic pump bottle of lubricant, and a box of condoms. A used rubber, its reservoir tip filled with slimy jism, rested in a glass ashtray on the nightstand, alongside the ashes from the marijuana cigarette. On the floor beside the bed, there were a torn-open and discarded foil condom wrapper, and a trick towel, which had just been used to wipe off both men’s naked bodies, and especially their crotches.

  The air in the bedroom smelled of sex.

  Remi had known Guiche for three weeks. Remi still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the fact that Guiche was an “escort”—a male prostitute, to put it bluntly. Guiche was good at his trade, of which he made no secret, and for which he offered no apologies.

  Next to his new friend, Remi felt rather unworldly and unsophisticated. Guiche spoke to him about sex, including what he did with his johns, with a total, somewhat disconcerting, frankness and a lack of self-consciousness or self-censorship. Every time Guiche talked about the men who paid him for sex, as he was obviously bent upon doing now, Remi was conflicted. On the one hand, he found Guiche’s recitals about what he’d done with his johns disgusting. The lewd stories excited Remi’s jealousy, because he wanted to keep Guiche all to himself. On the other hand, though, Guiche’s tales of his experiences as a hustler never failed to both fascinate and arouse Remi.

  “So this guy,” Remi prompted Guiche, as they smoked the pot. “This freak—?”

  “Oh, yeah. He was into being humiliated, big time. He wanted me to spank him. Hard! Which I did,” Guiche related, with relish, “while I insulted him the whole time. But that wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the horny son of a bitch. He handed me a riding crop, can you believe? The sort of thing you use on a horse! He had me sit on his face. He rimmed me. He was pretty good at it. He licked and sucked my ass, while I smacked his cock and balls with the frigging riding crop. The harder I hit him, the more the sick fucker liked it, and the more hot tongue action he gave my ass. His dick and his balls were red by the time I was finished smacking him. Bright red! He was jerking himself, the whole time I was whipping him and he was eating my ass. He came—I came—and I left, with a big wad of cash in my pocket.”

  “Jesus,” Remi muttered.

  Guiche grinned at him. “Just business as usual. Do you disapprove?”

  “I’ve decided—when it comes to you—to withhold my personal opinions, and any moral judgments,” Remi admitted.

  Laughing, Guiche dropped the spent stub of the joint into the ashtray. “Good for you. We’ll get along much better, that way. Hey—do you want to play around some more?”

  “Yeah. I sure do. But I want something to drink first. I’m thirsty.”

  Nude, they went into Guiche’s kitchen and raided the refrigerator, taking four cans of Canadian beer back with them to Guiche’s bedroom. They drank the cold brew while listening to some music. It didn’t take long, though, for two young men with such responsive libidos to get into the mood for some action again.

  Guiche’s erection never really went down. He sat there naked on his soiled and rumpled bed, guzzling his second beer, with his stiff prick rising at an angle from between his sturdy thighs like a construction site’s crane.

  Guiche drained the beer can and set it down on the nightstand. He looked down at himself and gave his penis a casual smack with the flat of his hand, observing the way it swayed to one side, only to snap back to attention. Guiche looked up, met Remi’s eyes, and grinned.

  “I can always rely on this moneymaker of mine. It looks like I’m ready to go again,” Guiche suggested. “How about you?”

  Remi fondled his own quite rigid penis. “You bet I am!”

  As always, Remi seemed inflamed by his buddy’s priapic display. He stared down at Guiche’s penis for a long moment, his eyes glazing over with desire. Then, letting out a faint moan of pure sexual need, he leaned forward and he fell into Guiche’s waiting arms. He kissed Guiche hard on the mouth, his tongue driving deeply into the other young man’s throat. His legs were twitching restlessly against Guiche’s, his belly grinding in circles over the other
stud’s cock, feeling its rigidity.

  “Do you want to, Guiche?” he panted, his breath hot in Guiche’s ear.

  “Do I want to what?”

  “Fuck me again.”

  “Of course I do. I love fucking your ass. No—wait,” Guiche said, as a sudden thought struck him. “You must be getting tired of the same old thing, every time we get together like this. Why don’t we try something different tonight?”

  “I’ll do anything you want me to, Guiche. You know that. What do you want me to do?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding!”

  “No, I’m not. What makes you say that? As I recall, the very first time we hooked up—you screwed me then.”

  “Yeah, but that time, I was a paying customer.”

  Guiche was amused. “Which makes what difference, exactly?”

  “I assumed you were doing it—taking it up the ass, I mean—for the money.”

  “I was. Which doesn’t mean I didn’t get off on it. Jesus, Remi, how many times do I have tell you that I actually enjoy my work, most of the time?”

  “You’re so … butch, Guiche. I didn’t think you really liked it that way.”

  “I like it all ways. Butch guys take it up their asses, too. And trust me, buddy—I’ve got the best ass in Montréal. Lots of men have told me so! Come on, Remi. I want you to screw me. You’d like to, wouldn’t you? You’d like to fuck me, I bet.”

  They were still embracing. Remi nodded his head against Guiche’s shoulder.

  “Hell, yes!” Remi proclaimed. “If you really want me to do it to you, man—?”

  “I do want you to! I want to get fucked. Jesus, do I ever want you to screw me!”

  Remi threw his arms around his friend, hugging him tightly to his chest as they kissed yet again. Guiche’s mouth seemed truly ravenous, insatiable for kisses, his tongue wantonly stroking Remi’s, rubbing against it so hard, in fact, that the pressure almost hurt.

  Remi started to sit up and reach for the box of rubbers which Guiche always kept next to his bed, in anticipation of in-calls from johns, or the more infrequent visits from the few privileged guys with whom Guiche deigned to have sex with, for free. But Guiche pushed him back down, flat on the mattress, with one big hand.

  “No, stay like you are,” Guiche insisted. “Let me do it, Remi!”

  Stretched out flat on his back that way, Remi couldn’t see what Guiche was doing, but he heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. Then he felt Guiche burrowing between his legs. He jumped in surprise when Guiche pressed his unshaven face into the gap between his thighs and he began to stroke Remi’s testicles with his tongue!

  Guiche sucked them deeply into his mouth, washing them from cheek to cheek, and exciting Remi’s already horny dick until it jumped fitfully up and down from his belly.

  Then, slipping the balls from his mouth, Guiche ran the flat of his tongue up Remi’s cockshaft to its tip, and he quickly sucked it inside his mouth. Remi was surprised for a moment, speculating about whether Guiche had changed his mind and was just going to suck his cock. But then he felt Guiche slowly ease his lips back up around his shaft, until the head of Remi’s prick popped free from his mouth. Guiche had the condom clutched in the palm of his hand, and now he worked it down over his buddy’s fuck tool, encasing it in the latex.

  Guiche then grabbed the bottle of lubricant and he began to smear some of it around the base of Remi’s erection, working his way steadily up the shaft until his slippery fingers were rubbing the gel over the rubberized cockhead. Guiche spread the lube over every inch of the prick, until the latex glistened with the sticky film. Then he took a second blob and smeared it between his own buttocks, massaging it into his asshole.

  “Lick my ring, first,” Guiche urged.

  Remi knew what the other guy was talking about. Guiche had a genital piercing, a “guiche,” from which he took his nickname. The heavy gauge stainless steel ring pierced Guiche’s taint, or perineum muscle. And he loved having the ring played with.

  “Get your fucking mouth down there,” Guiche urged. “Lick that ring, in my taint. Suck on it. Bite it! Pull on it. Grab the motherfucker between your teeth, and yank on it. You know how much I like having it worked on, having it played with. Pull on it, hard!”

  Obediently, Remi caught the cold steel ring between his lips, between his lips. He tugged on it, roughly, while at the same time he swabbed it with his tongue.

  “Oh, you whore!” Guiche gasped. “That’s right. Work that frigging ring around, with your mouth! Oh, God damn! Motherfucking Christ! You dirty son of a bitch!”

  Remi accepted the verbal abuse, abjectly, without question. Although it did occur to him that Guiche, of all people, hardly had the right to call another guy a whore!

  “Fuck! Goddamn you, you bitch—fuck! Okay, I guess we’re ready,” Guiche announced, as he swung himself up onto the other young stud’s body. “I want to sit on it, and ride you. Hold still until I get your dick in me.”

  Seating himself astride Remi, Guiche dug his knees into the bed on either side of Remi’s hips, and he lifted Remi’s slippery cock up until the tip of it grazed his open, ready asshole.

  “Ready?” Guiche whispered. “You ready to fuck my hot whore ass for me, buddy?”

  Remi nodded his head, and then he quickly raised his torso so he could kiss Guiche again while the other boy began to settle back onto his dick, sitting on it—impaling his butt on its unyielding bulk. Their mouths met, hard, and their kiss became frantic as Guiche lowered himself, inch by inch. He winced sharply when the thick head of the other guy’s cock forced its way into his asshole. But once it was in, he pushed himself steadily down on it, filling his hole with it until his ass cheeks were pressed down on Remi’s thighs, and every inch of his buddy’s solid prick was jammed up into his rectum.

  The feeling of Guiche’s hot, tight, butch asshole squeezing his dick from every angle made Remi swell even bigger inside him! He could feel his prickhead mushrooming out against those soft, smooth anal membranes, expanding like a sausage-shaped balloon being inflated. He gripped Guiche’s waist and he drove his own hips up from the bed; but Guiche cried out hoarsely in pain and raised himself half off Remi.

  “Wait!” Guiche rasped. “Wait just one minute, Remi! Jesus! You’re hung big, dude!”

  “I’m sorry—”

  “Oh, don’t apologize! It feels great. You’re just going to have to give me a minute to get used to the way your big dick feels in my ass. So take it easy at first—okay, stud?”

  “Okay.”

  Guiche groaned as he tried his best to relax his anus around the cockshaft. Remi slid his hands up from Guiche’s waist to his firmly-muscled, smooth-skinned belly, and then farther up along the ribbed muscles of his midsection to his pecs. He took one of the dark brown nipples in each hand and he began to squeeze them between his thumbs and forefingers, until they hardened and stood out from Guiche’s chest like oversized pencil stubs.

  Guiche evidently liked having his tits played with like that, because he threw his head back and rolled it from side to side, making sharp, hissing sounds of pleasure through his tightly clenched teeth. All the while, his asshole flexed and vibrated around the shaft of his buddy’s thick cock.

  “Does it feel good?” Remi asked.

  “Hell, yes! Now I know why you like to get fucked so much. Go ahead. You can speed it up, now,” Guiche suggested in a whisper, his breath escaping from between his teeth in a hiss. “Fuck me, Remi! Fuck me! I’m ready. My hole’s wide open for you. I can take your cock now. In fact, I can take everything you’ve got to give me! So go ahead and fuck me, man. Fuck me hard!”

  Still pinching Guiche’s tits, Remi slowly arched his pelvis from the bed for a second time, the motion driving his dick all the way up into Guiche’s ass again. This time, though, Guiche could take the thrust without experiencing too much discomfort. This time, indeed, he wanted it. He wanted all of it! Clampi
ng his internal muscles around Remi’s dick, Guiche pressed his weight down until Remi’s legs were pressed flat on the bed. Then Guiche began to ride Remi’s cock with slow, sensual strokes. In effect, he was using his anus to jerk off his friend!

  “Aw, shit!” Guiche moaned. “It feels so good! It feels so good to have your big, hard cock in me, fucking me! Don’t stop. For God’s sake, don’t stop! Let me ride the motherfucker. Let me fuck myself on it.” He was bouncing up and down on top of Remi, as though he was on a trampoline—but with his behind doing the bouncing, not his legs. “Fuck my whore hole!” Guiche yelled. “You’re getting it for free, dude! Fuck that slutty ass of mine!”

  Encouraged by Guiche’s dirty talk, Remi began to lunge up to meet him, ramming his dick in and out of Guiche’s butthole with faster and rougher strokes each time.

  “Yeah,” Guiche grunted. “Fuck, yeah! Fuck me hard. Make me feel your cock. Hurt my hole. Oh Christ, fuck me!”

  Remi let go of Guiche’s nipples and grabbed his waist instead, holding him tightly in place on top of him as Guiche reared and hunched, never breaking the contact between his asshole and Remi’s dick—which now plunged deep into his buddy’s ass with such solid, penetrating force that Guiche gasped until his breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked!

  “It’s so good, you fucker!” Guiche managed to get out, as though he was trying to reassure Remi that he was all right, that he could take such rough treatment. “It’s so damn good!” he moaned, ecstatically.

  His hard belly, with its rippling abdominal muscles, bucked outward with each driving lunge of Remi’s cock into his guts. His arms quivered as he braced himself on the mattress with his balled fists. His head was flung far back on his shoulders. His mouth was open, and his moans now bubbled and gurgled. He no longer seemed capable of coherent speech.

  “Oh, your ass feels incredible!” Remi commented. “I could fuck you like this for hours!”

  “Wait,” Guiche pleaded, suddenly. He’d found his tongue again. “Let me get on my back! I want you to really fuck me, man! Hard and deep, with my legs in the air! With my ass spread wide open for you! Like a cunt, Remi. I want you to fuck me like my asshole is a cunt wrapped around your cock. I want to be your bitch!”