Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

This, of course, gave Howard enough time to compose himself. Looking down at me he asked, "Are you really going to swallow it?" Why did these guys have such a fixation on swallowing?

I couldn't bear to let him down. And it wasn't so bad. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Mmmm, delicious." I lied.

He was sitting there spent and sprawled out on that red blanket with remnants of spit and seed on his cock.

Impulsively I picked up the washcloth and gently bathed his organ clean. He sighed, "That's very nice. You must like your work."

Leaning over I kissed the tip lovingly, "You're just so manly and your cock is so amazing." Another lie.

I had him right where I wanted him and he ate it all up. "Really? No one's ever…well thanks Joe." (not my name. Just what guys called each other in those days."

Howard dumped all his change out onto an old tray, then fishing around for something more he dropped some green stamps in too, "I wish I had more to give you. It was really the cat's meow!"

He dried himself off and got dressed thanking me the whole time.

On the way to the stairs he asked, "I see the coochie here all the time. Are you just here on Saturdays?"

I explained that I was just doing Delilah a favor and he told me he wanted to see me again.

Then going up the stairs he asked, "You look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?"

I'd been dreading this moment, but I answered, "You know I'm not that way. I like dames…a lot…I need the money for dates. And yea, we both went to West. You were a year ahead of me."

I expected recognition. I expected to beg him not to reveal my secret. Instead his face turned crimson then ghostly white, "You can't tell anyone I came here."

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

After that I sat on the stoop in the hot sun, then into the evening till dinner. I had two more customers and one guy who only wanted my sister.

The first customer was kinda smelly so I was glad for the shower. Before we started I quoted him six whole dollars figuring I'd either drive him away or earn a brick. He paid it willingly as he seemed pretty hard up.

The second guy, well, it was a very different experience. He seemed very regular: married with a ring on his finger. A banker or something.

So he snuck up to me and asked if the sign means what he thought it meant. I looked hard at the sign. To me it was obviously an ad for dog washing. But by now I knew the whole thing was a scam.

Standing close to him, I looked down at his crotch in a way that he couldn't miss, "If your dog needs a bath you've come to the right place. You won't be disappointed."

He whispered, "How much for the full service?"

Noting his fine suit and hat I knew I had a live one. I whispered back, "Seven-fifty." My heart was pounding – I'd never dreamt to ask for that much. I could lose him.

He just leaned closer, "That includes everything, right?" I nodded.

Down by the shower he said he worked a desk job and wouldn't need it. But then he told me I looked like I'd been in the hot sun too long and I should take a shower. He insisted.

He was paying so what did I care? I started to undress but he took over and undressed me himself. In the shower he lathered my body, rubbing it all over.

He took a long time doing my groin, causing my penis to grow hard and jut straight up. I wasn't turned on, just stimulated.

I thought he just wanted me to be clean until he told me I had a beautiful bangstick, adding, "I can't wait to lick it all over."

This came as a total shock. I mean I sucked cocks to earn money. I'm pretty sure that's the only reason my sister did it too. But he had paid me and he wanted to suck mine. It was beyond me to answer why a bloke would pay to suck cock?

He was taking his time, fondling my bollocks, when he surprised me by reaching around and washing my backside.

Dazed, I let him do what he wanted, I even let him prod my bum. It felt good, and made my cock leap. I happened to glance at his face only to notice that he looked like the cat that ate the canary.

When he was satisfied that I was clean he told me to dry off and meet him on that old sofa stored down there.

He said his name was Franklin and we sat there talking like we weren't a regular Joe in a suit talking to a naked bloke with a hard on. He asked about my interests and hobbies. He also asked about my work, or lack of, and my business as a "dog" washer while taking off his tie and jacket.

He acted like a father to me offering life tips and such, except that his hands kept roaming over my body and exploring my stick and giblets. He was twiddling my nipples when he asked me to wank myself so he could remove his shirt.

Seeing my confusion he put my hand on my D and showed me how to do it. Then stood to take off his trousers.

Still mixing sex talk and normal talk his advice to me was to take over my sister's business. He gave me a strategy and told me exactly how to do it. I had to blackmail my sister just a little. But I would let her keep most of her customers and most of her days.

His cock was tenting his boxers and looked enormous – larger than the black guy's.

Next he hugged me for a bit, but I couldn't accept it when he tried to kiss me. He took the rejection OK, yanked off his underwear, then leaned over to suck my cock into his mouth.

Just before he sucked me, I snuck a peek at his tool, just to compare it to the others. What I could see of it, it was thick and drooling seed but definitely shorter than the black man's.

When his lips touched me…Golly! The feelings! I was ecstatic. It was amazing and I completely understood why a guy would pay five bucks for it. In fact, with ten dollars in my pocket I would gladly part with half of it for a blow job.

The feelings in my cock rose up and I couldn't help but thrust into his mouth, whispering, "Thank you. Thank you."

Just when I thought I was going to have my first daytime coming he stopped, saying, "Hold off there Cowboy. We're not done here yet."

He pushed me over on the sofa so he could massage my shoulders, caressing my body from the backside now.

It felt good and I relaxed while he put me at ease.

When he massaged my bum he used his thumbs to spread my cheeks. Looking at my arse he whistled, saying, "You got a pretty one."

I jumped when a big glob of saliva landed on my hole. But when he rubbed it in, it felt great. With further rubbing he managed to get about half of his finger up my bum again. That felt great too. He got down next to my ear and asked me, "What do you have that's slick? To make it slide better."

It would be a good idea for his finger to be slippery. I thought for a long minute then replied, "Over on the shelf there's a tub of leaf lard."

When he came back he scooped a dollop on me and rubbed it all over. It felt much better than the spit had, and I subconsciously raised my hips to allow better access. I was enjoying myself a whole lot considering I was the one being paid.

The Banker crawled up my body to massage my shoulders. After all the uncertainty around first-time cocksucking I was pretty tense and needed the stress relief.

At one point he leaned forward to reach the far side of my shoulder and his cock flopped in between my butt cheeks.

Thinking about sucking his cock in a little bit, I neither wanted feces nor lard on it. "Franklin, You're gonna get it dirty." I tried to wiggle away at the same time.

"You let me worry about that, boy." Being called "boy" seemed friendly this time rather than insulting.

He kept rubbing my shoulders and neck and his cock kept worming around in my crack. A few minutes later and he raised himself up on his arms like he was doing push ups. The effect was to bear down on me with a ton of weight. Seconds later and his cock started entering my ass.

"Hey! You've got a problem. It's not going where you want it."

He grunted, "I know what I'm doing and it's going exactly where I want it."

I struggled, but he had me pinned. He was older and bigger and surprisingly stronger than me for a desk jockey.

Maybe half of the tip had gone in, and my ass involuntarily clenched. I was crying into the couch cushion, "Don't do it. You don't want this."

Franklin leaned close to my ear again. A little blackmail is gonna make you rich. And a little blackmail is gonna get me what I want too. Now relax your ass or your dad's gonna get evicted.

The choice was clear. I would let him have his way.

When I relaxed he laid down on top of me, penetrating my backside just a little more with every passing moment. It was thick: way thicker than his finger. But it felt good too.

I thought back to how I'd manipulated Howard and tried it with him. "Franklin, your cock is so thick and manly. Thicker than any I've ever seen. And it feels so good. I want you to coming in me." He reached around me, wanking my cock, and I lost my seed on the sofa after a few strokes.

My ass spasmed with my coming and that's all it took. He grunted again then drove all the way up my ass as he coming. "Oh, I'm coming." He yelled. "I'm coming." And he did.

He fell on top of me for a few minutes then took a shower. My hole was sore and messy and I needed a shower too.

When he left he gave me ten dollars wrapped around his business card, "Call me and we'll do this in a better place."

I walked him to the door where he repeated it, "I expect you to call me."

I closed up shop after that. Later, in the kitchen my mother was making dinner. She held the rent crock out expectantly and clucked, "You're share is three dollars. You keep the rest."

I gladly put three dollars in the crock. Covering my tracks I explained without being asked, "There's a lot of dirty dogs out there."

The next day Delilah was back, ignoring me completely except maybe once I thought she snickered at me. I didn't care since I made more money than her, her customers liked me better, and when I threatened to tell Dad I would steal half her business.

Later I snuck down to watch my sister suck cock. Hiding behind a rack of shelves I waited confident I would see some great action.

Her first guest was a bloke she called Jimmy and they talked like they knew each other really well.

He begged her to skip the shower because he was going to be late for work. But she steadfastly refused, offering what was an obviously practiced line, "If you don't wash, I don't wash."

Disappointed, he took a shower, washing his own stick and giblets while she just waited impatiently on a step stool.

Next he begged her to swallow this time, even offering an extra two dollars, but she acted like he wanted her to eat moldy rotten meat.

Taking hold of his cock she held it with just her fingertips then she wanked him softly until he was on the brink of coming. When he called out, "I'm coming." she gingerly took just the very littlest tip of his cockhead in her mouth where he shot his seed.

She screwed up her face in a ghastly show of disgust then spit it in the bucket.

Forlornly, he paid his two dollars then she gave him the bums rush out of there.

From my vantage point I didn't care that he was ill treated. I found the sight of my sister sucking on the tip of his cock to be highly arousing. With his cock in her mouth she never looked sexier and I quietly jerked my own cock watching from the shadows. I almost coming while trying out my new wanking skill – but the show was over too fast.

No problem. I would coming when I watched her do the next customer.

After a bit I heard Dad call down the stairs in a whispered gruff and weirdly fake voice. "Janaia, are you ready?" I didn't know who Janaia was.

"Hold on pops." Delilah answered, "I'll get ready." She found the ratty old blanket Howard had sat on, then placed it over her head. She wouldn't be able to see a thing since there was only the one hole in the blanket.

Dad came down into the basement, showered, then stuck his cock through the hole, ever so shallowly into her mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing: my own father and sister.

Furthermore, I couldn't believe that it was turning me on.

All the while he was fucking her mouth in short tiny jabs, he called her by the mysterious name Janaia. Behind the shelves I was wanking furiously.

When he spewed his seed he called out, like they all do, that he was coming.

He left her two dollars. Then split before she removed the blanket. It was a crazy enigmatic arrangement they had.

She spit it in the bucket and I left a splattering of seed on the floor. It was the first time I'd ever coming from wanking.

That night two things happened. One, I knew my plans to blackmail her wouldn't work. And two, I thought of another idea that would be a lot more satisfying.

The next day I crept half way down the stairs and whispered in a fake gruff voice, "Janaia, are you ready!"

She called back, "Give me a minute Papa."

When I approached she was kneeling there under the red blanket waiting for Dad.

I showered then placed my cock through the hole at the entrance to her mouth. I could see her sexy lips through the hole.

My sister barely took the tip of my D into her mouth and suckled gingerly on the end.

It felt very nice but it wasn't what I wanted. Not after Franklin showed me what a good blow job felt like. Not after the big black man showed me how a blow job should be given.

Placing my paws on her head and holding her where her ears would be, I began forcing my way deeper in.

Delilah resisted slightly mumbling something until I whispered, "Janaia, I'll give you ten dollars from now on." My dad never had ten dollars to spare, but I did.

Her jaw relaxed and her hands tapped on my thigh, allowing me entrance.

Really taking hold of her head I fucked her good. I held out for a long time too, occasionally I pushed my cock into her throat. And best of all, when I spilled my seed, I gave no warning, holding her tightly on my cock until the last vestiges of seed dribbled into her tongue and she eventually had no choice but to swallow.

It gave me a vindictive thrill to make her swallow my coming. That, and pulling out while coming was the last thing my cock wanted.

It was the most satisfying coming I'd ever had or have ever had till this day.

The next day I happened to overhear her and dad arguing. He was exasperated as he was explaining to her that he just didn't have ten dollars to pay her everyday. She was getting upset too and was telling him that "Janaia" was moving away.

Unexpectedly, when they had their falling-out he put an end to her business.

I opened up my own business in a room Franklin provided. I didn't have a D-wash sign. Just loyal customers who came back again and again, grateful for good service.

I was the best cocksucker on the North side, and I even learned to like it, or fake it when needed. And you know, a surprising number of men arrived, not to get a blow job, but to suck cock themselves.

I paid the full family rent every month. My sister was broke. And no one in my family ever suspected I wasn't selling illegal liquor, which is what I told them.

When prohibition ended, so did my fake business. That was alright since I was dating a dame and wanted to take it to the next level. Franklin got me a legit job in banking.

My gold digger sister married a doctor whom she didn't love, got fat, and whenever she gave me a hard time I suggested we reminisce about the dog washing business she had in her younger days.