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his chair towards me, his eyes widening. “What you up to now, Trey?”
    “Three. Buck fifty for a blow job,” I said pointedly, since a hundred fifty is all I have ever charged him, and he is a rough fuck.
    “I can’t afford that. You wouldn’t cut me off, would you, Trey?” he asked all aflutter.
    “I know you can’t— and no, I am not going to cut you off as long as you behave.” 
    He relaxed, smiling salaciously. “I never behave.” As if to prove his point, he rubbed then twisted his nipples beneath his tight t-shirt. I groused good-naturedly. No, he never behaved.
    A few minutes later I was leaning against his desk, jeans around my ankles, braced as best I could for his onslaught. Georgie outweighed me by close to sixty pounds, and he was anything but gentle. Rough didn’t bother me as long as they listened, which he usually did.
    His hands encased my hips as he leaned in. “You ready for Georgie’s wild ride, Trey, baby?”
    “Wreck me, Georgie.”
    His fingers bit into my flesh, and he slammed into me so hard the desk moved with a loud screech .
    As he banged me, I let my mind wander as I always did with Georgie. Out of all my regulars, he reminded me most of Willie, and I preferred to think of other things as he used me. It wasn’t any one thing about him, just the overall feeling I had when he fucked me. I knew that was why I tended to skirt around him at times. However, he was so lonely I didn’t have the heart to banish him completely.  
    My mind floated to Scotty. Now there was a john I liked a little too much. That kid. Shit. No matter how much I liked him, it was time to let him go. He was becoming too comfortable with me, and he needed to find someone his own age that was all his.
    Georgie slammed into me hard enough, the desk moved underneath me again, forcing me to re-brace my feet. Several pens and a walkie-talkie clattered to the floor. Damn him, I knew the bastard was punishing me the only way he knew how.
    Georgie’s hand wrapped around my limp dick and I swatted him away.
    “Baby, you’re just hanging there. Let me make you hard, please?”
    “No. I’m here so you can get off. My dick’s sleeping, done for the night. Finish, so I can go home.” I realized my tone had been too snappy when his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to guarantee a few bruises.
    Scotty telling me his guy liked it rough came to mind as Georgie ramped up his abusive fuckery. He was growling loudly now as he smacked against me. I hoped Scotty’s possible new beau wasn’t anything close to Georgie. 
    I felt Georgie’s cock sliding in and out of me as he thrust like a jackhammer. Wait . 
    “Georgie?   What the fuck...” I levered off the desk just as his hand landed on my back, shoving me down and holding me there.
    “Ahh, so fucking go-ood,” he squelched out on a long breath.
    “You better not... you better not come inside me. Sonofabitch .” I swallowed as I thrashed around, but I couldn’t move, and knew it before I even tried. Fucker was too strong. “Georgie, you better pull out. What the fuck— you know my rules— you... God damn it.”
    I knew I was wailing and his only response was a repetitive grunt. He was getting close but he wasn’t pulling out. I felt instantly sick. If he came inside me I was going to barf all over his fucking desk. I groaned, my skin slicking with sweat.
    Georgie let out a loud; “Ahhh” , releasing me as he pulled out. Warm liquid trickled down my ass crack. I spun around and he shot onto my dick. I screamed, kicking at him, then retched all over the floor.
    Georgie was still stroking himself, sprawled on his side as cum dripped in a glob from his cock to the grey floor. There was a look of total ecstasy on his face, and if he had been laughing he would have been Willie in that moment. Only he wasn’t Willie, and that small fact allowed me to move.
    Pulling up my jeans, I fled from the scene. Gagging and spitting bile, I streaked down the stairs. By