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  POCKET

  CHANGE

  COPYRIGHT

  © 2020 by E.M. Leya

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  This book is a work of fiction. References to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons or locales, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Art by SJ York

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  EPILOGUE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ALSO AVAILABLE FROM E.M. LEYA

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

  I want to thank all the people who are always so open and willing to allow authors into their worlds so we can ask questions, learn, and explore the things we write about. As with any other book, all mistakes are my own.

  Thanks to my readers, who read everything I put out, no matter the subject. You might not like it all, but your support means everything to me. Thank for picking up my books.

  And as always, the team who keeps me focused and on track. From my daily sprint partners, cover designer, to my beta readers and editor, I couldn't do this without you. Thank you!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Jess tossed his backpack on the floor by the couch as he headed into the kitchen to grab a drink. After six hours of classes and four more hours at his part-time job, he was exhausted. What he wanted was a hot shower and to fall into bed, but his night was far from over.

  He pulled a soda out of the fridge, noticing how empty the shelves were. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been grocery shopping. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time he'd cooked. If it wasn't something simple he could toss in the microwave, he just didn't have time for it. Between work and school, there weren't enough minutes in a day to worry about healthy meals. It showed. His clothes were baggy. He still had a nice, athletic body, thanks to years on the high school track team and his morning jogs to the college campus five miles from his house, but he'd definitely lost weight.

  With a long sigh, he took the soda to the couch and sat down. This wasn't how he thought his life would go. His parents had always talked about paying for his college and helping him get his degree, but that was before he'd told them he was gay. It had only taken one sentence to change everything in his life.

  Refusing to dwell on the past, which was something he'd done enough of already, Jess reached for his cell phone and checked the time, relieved to see he still had a half-hour before he had to start his next job. At least this one could be done from the comfort of his own apartment and he wouldn't have to do much to get ready for it — Just stay awake.

  Thankfully, it was Friday, which meant no classes in the morning. He still had to work at the restaurant over the weekend, but he'd have some time to himself to catch up on things he'd been putting off for way too long.

  The alarm on his phone beeped, reminding him that he had work to do. Leaving the half-drunk soda on the coffee table, Jess pushed up, ignoring the ache in his legs as he grabbed his backpack and made his way to the bedroom. The small one-bedroom wasn't fancy. In fact, it was pretty rundown, but it suited him. He wasn't home a ton, and the time he spent there was mostly to eat and sleep. Someday he'd manage to save enough to upgrade, but that wouldn't be anytime soon. It was all he could do to keep up with his rent and school right now.

  The bedroom was probably the nicest room in the apartment, but that was only because it was the one room his customers saw. The bed was possibly the most expensive thing he owned. It was a king-sized sleigh bed he'd gotten with his last tax return. He had a nice brown comforter that covered the cheap sheets he kept on the bed. There was a matching nightstand with a lamp and a large bottle of lube that he kept for work.

  One more hour of work, then he could climb into that bed and try to forget the day, forget everything hopefully. Opening his backpack, he slid out his laptop, placing it on the bed. A quick check told him the battery was fully charged, which would make work easier. He hated having to work around a cord.

  Turning to the dresser, he pulled out one of the few pairs of expensive underwear he owned. He wore them only for work and never out of the house, even though they were so comfortable, he wished he could wear them all of the time. He chose a navy-blue pair that he liked and quickly stripped off his clothes and pulled the underwear on. The blue looked good against his tanned body, and he knew this client would appreciate the way they cupped his cock and balls. He ran his hand over his cock for a moment, getting himself semi-hard, but not fully. This customer liked to watch him thicken and grow.

  A quick glance in the mirror assured him the small growth of beard wasn't horrible and his hair wasn't all over the place. He looked presentable. It wasn't as if Al would be paying much attention to his hair anyway.

  Climbing onto the bed, Jess turned on the laptop and took several deep breaths before connecting to the app he used for video calls. He then made sure his phone was in reach so he could make sure that payment came through before he did anything for Al. He really didn't need to worry. He'd been performing for Al for over a year now and the guy had always paid upfront, even tipping nicely after if he enjoyed what they did.

  He liked the clients who had been with him a while. He knew what they liked and trusted them to pay. He'd never seen Al, but they'd formed an odd friendship over the year he'd performed for him. He guessed the guy to be in his forties, but he couldn't be sure. All he had to go by was the voice. Al never got on camera, but would direct Jess with words, telling him what he wanted him to do.

  Clicking the button on the laptop, he turned on the app and waited for Al's call to come in. Once it did, he clicked accept and smiled at the camera. "Good evening, Al."

  "You're wearing my favorite color," Al said appreciatively.

  "I knew you'd like them." Jess lay back against the pillows on his bed as he slid his hand down his stomach and over the underwear.

  "Don't touch yourself yet. I want to watch you get hard," Al warned him. "I'm sending payment now. Let me know when it comes through."

  Jess spread his legs a bit wider so Al would have a better look as he waited for his phone to alert him the money had come through. Once the ding of his phone came, he nodded to the camera. "I got it. Thank you." He tried to keep his mind on Al and not on how he'd spend the hundred dollars. "What are you in the mood for today?"

  "Why don't we start off with you getting yourself hard for me? As much as I love the underwear, I think you need to lose them." Al's voice was soft and filled with lust.

  Jess liked that Al didn't show himself on camera. It gave him the chance to imagine what he looked like. Other clients who he could see sometimes
made it harder to get aroused. The leers and lustful stares left him unsettled. With Al, he could imagine he was a sexy man. Someone he wanted to perform for.

  Jess smiled as he stood, making sure he was still in the camera's view. He slowly slid the underwear down his legs and stepped out of them, keeping them fisted in his hand as he stood and looked directly into the camera, giving Al a full body shot.

  "You are so beautiful." Al's voice was soft and breathy.

  "Thank you. You make me feel that way. I love doing this with you." Jess slowly sat back down on the bed, spreading his legs so his cock was in full view. It was limp now, but that was okay. This was part of what Al enjoyed so much.

  "Slowly get yourself hard while you tell me about your day," Al told him.

  Jess took his cock in his hand and started to stroke himself hard. "There isn't much to share. I had a biology class this morning. I spent most of the class watching the hot guy I told you about last week. Remember the blond. I'm fairly sure he's straight, but he's hot enough to give me enough fantasies to get through the week. The rest of my classes were boring. I worked this afternoon. Made good tips and the time went fast."

  "Still haven't found anyone to ask out?" Al asked.

  Jess continued to work his now thickening cock, making sure Al could watch as it grew. He cupped his balls, rolling them over his fingers, enjoying this probably as much as Al was. He kept his breathing even and his stroking slow, even though he wanted to hurry things along. Not because he wanted the session to end, but because he really needed to get off. "No. There was a guy at work who asked me out, but the wedding ring on his finger made me turn down the offer."

  Al laughed. "I'll never understand some men."

  Jess wanted to ask about Al's social life, but he knew better. They'd agreed not to talk about Al or his life unless Al brought it up. "I'm going out with Andy tomorrow night for a beer after work. Maybe I'll meet someone there."

  "Andy's your best friend from high school, right?"

  "Yeah. His girlfriend dumped him on Wednesday, so I promised to take him out to get a beer, hoping to cheer him up some."

  "You're a good friend, Jess."

  Jess smiled as he fisted his now erect cock. It throbbed and ached, wanting more attention than he was giving it. "Thanks. Andy's a good guy, but I never liked the girl he was with. She was very materialistic. She only wanted him for what he could give her. She wasn't in love with him."

  "Relationships are hard." Al sounded sad for a moment. Then he cleared his throat. "Do you have any toys close?"

  "All of them. Which one would you like me to grab?" He'd shown and used most of his toys with Al before. He enjoyed the way Al would direct him and tell him what to use and how to use it.

  "The little silver bullet vibrator. The egg-shaped one."

  Jess groaned out loud as he reached to the drawer in his nightstand. "You're going to kill me, Al."

  "You enjoy this." Al laughed. "I'm in the mood to see you tease yourself. I promise I won't torture you for too long."

  Jess took the bullet vibrator and held it up. "I put new batteries in it yesterday. Somehow, I expected we'd be using this soon."

  "You like it as much as I do."

  "Maybe." Jess grinned slyly at the camera.

  "Legs apart and let me watch you run that over your cock. I want you as hard as we can get you," Al instructed.

  Jess wasn't sure he could get much harder. Already, precum covered the head of his cock, and his balls tingled with the need to touch himself and come. He turned on the vibrator and started to run it along his shaft, leaning his head back against the pillows as he worked the bullet over his cock. His stomach muscles tensed at the feeling and he fought not to thrust his hips. It was only going to get worse, and he both longed for and dreaded it.

  "I know I've told you before, but you have the perfect cock. It's long, thick, and so fucking beautiful. They could make dildos from molds of your cock." Al's breathing was a bit strained and Jess wondered if he was jacking off watching. He could never quite tell. He never heard Al come, but he assumed he must since he spent good money on this once a week. Why would he do it if he didn't get something out of it?

  "You know exactly what it takes to get me this way. I swear you pick things that drive me crazy."

  "I like watching you aroused, but even more, I'm fascinated with your staying power. I love the way you get so close, but somehow still hold off coming until I tell you to."

  "It's not always that easy." Jess gasped the words as he moved the small vibrator over his balls.

  "Let me see you play with that against your hole. Don't push it inside. I just want you teasing yourself. Don't touch your cock with your other hand though. I don't want you coming until I say you can." Al's voice was firm with a domineering tone.

  Jess loved it when Al used that voice on him. He'd never really explored any type of submissive play in his real relationships, but here with Al, he liked the way he was told what to do and the intensity of Al's demands aroused him to no end. He swallowed hard as he eased back farther and spread his legs wider so Al could see his asshole.

  "Nicely shaved. Did you do that just for me?"

  Jess grinned. "I know you like me shaved."

  "I appreciate the extra time you took for me."

  Jess closed his eyes as he pressed the small vibrator against his ass. He was so sensitive there and Al knew it. It was the one spot on his body that would get him hotter than any other. He'd rather have his ass played with than his cock sucked, though he wouldn't turn either down.

  "Make sure you have that vibrator turned up all the way," Al commanded.

  Jess bit his lip as he turned the small dial on the end of the cord to high. He gasped, his ass tensing and releasing at the increased stimulation. His cock leaked, dripping precum down his hip as he strained against his body. He fisted his free hand, trying to resist the urge to touch himself.

  "I love seeing you like this. I'd love to be there in person, doing this to you myself. I'd tease you for hours, making you beg for release."

  "It wouldn't take hours to get me to beg." Jess lifted his hips from the bed, pressing the end of the vibrator directly to his hole.

  "Don't push that inside," Al warned. "If you do as you're told, I promise on our next session, I'll let you fuck yourself for me."

  "Please." Jess gasped.

  "So fucking hot." Al was breathless. "I love how hungry your ass is, but today is all about teasing you. Slide that vibrator over your taint, under your balls, and back down."

  Jess did as told, his toes curling as the vibrations shot through his skin and over his prostate.

  "It's a shame you're single. An ass like that deserves a good fucking. If you meet someone tomorrow night and get laid, I hope you'll share all the dirty details with me next Friday when we do this again."

  Jess wondered, not for the first time, why Al wanted to live through his dates, his fucks. Why did he continue to pay for these video get-togethers? Why didn't he go out and find his own men to fuck? It wasn't his business. No matter how curious he got, he wouldn't ask. "Every detail," Jess promised. He had done so in the past when he'd hooked up with someone for a night. Things might be different if he dated someone, but he had no problem bragging about a hook-up. "Even if I do, they won't know what I like the way you do." Jess moved the vibrator back to his hole, praying that Al would tell him to push it inside.

  "We've been doing this a long time. I've watched you and learned. You are the sexiest man to watch. Now don't go pushing that any harder, Jess. When we fuck that tight hole, it won't be with that little vibrator. I'm thinking next week we should use the purple one."

  "Ah, fuck!" Jess moaned as he pressed the vibrator back to the base of his balls.

  "You like that idea?"

  "I love it." His purple dildo was the biggest one he owned. It stretched him almost to the point of too painful, but once he got used to it, he loved the stretch, the pain, the pleasure that came from using it
on himself. Just the thought of it had his cock pulsing. "Please, Al, let me touch myself."

  "On one condition. You clean yourself up for me."

  "Yes." Jess didn't hesitate as he reached for his cock. He wrapped his fist around himself and started to stroke. Relief and arousal coursed through him as he continued to play with the vibrator around his ass.

  "Don't come yet. Let me enjoy this for a bit longer," Al sounded as if he'd moved closer to the microphone, his voice loud and strong.

  "I'm so close." Jess rocked his hips, riding out the pleasure that was building in his balls, the sparks that seemed to flow up his spine, and the vibrations that still flowed through him. He wanted to shove the vibrator into his ass, cup his balls in a tight fist, and work his cock until he exploded, but he couldn't. Al was paying to have this go how he wanted it, and if he was honest, Jess had to admit it turned him on to know Al was in control.

  "Keep stroking it. Get that precum all over your hand and use it down the shaft. You drip so much. I sit here and try to imagine what you might taste like." Al's voice got huskier.

  Jess didn't say anything. What could he say? There was no way to let Al know what it tasted like. How did you explain something like that? Every man he'd been with tasted a bit different. All he could do was perform and give Al what he desired. As aroused as he was, tonight was nothing compared to other things he'd done for Al. There were some nights where Al would pay for extra time and they'd spend hours together building up then easing back. By the time Jess would come, he would barely have the energy to turn off the camera before falling back onto the pillows spent and exhausted.

  "That's it. Wrap that fist tighter. You know how I'd do it if I was there with you."

  "I can't…" Jess was fighting to keep control.

  "You can and you will. You've never let me down." Al's voice was filled with arousal. "You have no idea how sexy you look when you get to this point. I love the way your muscles tense, the way your chest rises as you struggle to breathe, and the way your cock leaks a few minutes before you come. I can tell how close you are by how much you leak. You've got some time still."