Going Professional
'M4M. Generous men wanted. You host. Anything goes. Masculine athletic and naturally submissive but versatile. Shaved and ready.'
My cell phone rang and I quickly answered it. Twenty minutes later I was on my way to an upscale hotel on the beach. I had flunked out of Miami U and my parents had kicked me out of their house hoping it would straighten me out. I had been drunk all summer and working a part time job for spending money but when I was fired for being drunk at work they had enough.
I had been fucking anything with a pulse but somehow managed to avoid an STD. I dated a few girls, mostly fatties, but fucked a few boys on the side until I got kicked out of my parents house.
Without the cash for a security deposit I found myself sleeping in my car and showering at the beech. I had placed the ad on Craigslist and I was stunned at the response.
My first customer was a fat married guy who wanted to suck my cock. I met him at an upscale hotel while his wife was at work. He invited me in quickly and locked the door behind me.
"Can I see it," he asked excitedly wasting no time. He was short of breath and wide eyed as I quickly pulled my shorts down exposing my flaccid cock.
He reached into his pants and handed me a crisp $100. Then he dropped to his knees and took my dick into his mouth. He knew his way around a cock and in no time I was hard as a rock. His hands caressed my balls, stroked my shaft and played with my ass as his head bobbed up and down on my stiff rod. He took my entire dick down his throat without the slightest gag as his finger tickled my anus.
I came quickly from his very talented mouth and he swallowed my entire load. He then sat back with a proud expression on his face and looked up at me for approval.
"I have been fantasizing about doing that for years," he said as he stood up and wiped saliva from his chin with the back of his hand.
"So you've never sucked a cock before?"
"No that was my first time. How did I do?" He asked.
"You did fucking fantastic. I never cum that fast, you are a natural," I answered as I pulled up my shorts and walked toward the door. I was surprised how easy it had been to have sex for money.
"Can I call you again," he asked hesitantly.
"Of course," I replied. When he called a week later I had my first repeat customer.
I met Marcus a month after I got settled into my apartment. He had connections and he got me into clubs where I could get clients who would spend more to do more. I had to suck his cock at first but he was a player and we quickly moved past a sexual relationship into a purely business one.
Two months after I met Marcus I moved north to DC. I wasn't thrilled about leaving the warmth and comfort of Miami but Marcus said DC was where the real money was. He was right. I got cleaned up and spent money on nice clothes and an expensive haircut. I bought a decent car and found an apartment in an okay part of the city.
Marcus hooked me up with a female manager who had connections with many of the DC elite and soon I was making $1,000 to $3,000 a night fucking and getting fucked by the closet queens of American politics.
The strange thing was that while I was working as a gay prostitute, in my social life, which is admittedly slow, I was straight and I dated only women. I had found that because I had never been emotionally attracted to men but I did enjoy sex with them that it was easy to fuck men for money without any strings or emotional attachment.
Through my new manager, Susan, a lot of my clients were wealthy diplomats, high ranking government officials and high ranking military officers. They paid me to not only live out their fantasies but also to keep my mouth shut.
The first time I spent a night with a client in DC it was with a married lobbyist. Susan sent me to the Mandarin Oriental. I was dressed in a custom made charcoal suit with Bruno Magli shoes and a Brooks Brothers shirt and tie.
I left my clean but tired old '92 Mercedes 190 with the valet and called the room. I was surprisingly nervous when I knocked on the door.
The client answered the door in a pair of black silk boxers and nothing else. He was a short well put together man in his mid 30s with a well defined mostly hairless body. He introduced himself as Chris as he walked over to the amour and pulled out a thick roll of money. He pealed off 15 $100 bills and handed them to me.
"That's for the entire night," he said confidently. "What don't you do?" He asked as I tucked the money into my jacket pocket.
"You have me for the night and I will do anything you want," I said softly as I looked into his soft brown eyes.
"Good," he said, "get undressed." He moved toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his lips against mine and I kissed him passionately. I still didn't enjoy the intimacy of kissing a man but I had learned to fake it very well. When a person was paying $1,500 for a night with me they deserved a boyfriend experience and that is what they got from me.
I undressed as he watched and then stepped toward him wearing just an expensive pair of silk boxers. I leaned in and kissed him softly and whispered in his ear, "what do you like?"
His hands slid over my body as we kissed deeply. His cock grew hard and pressed against my body making my own dick grow stiff. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed deeply as we ground together like two teenagers experimenting in homoerotic lust.
"I want to taste you," Chris said softly as he lowered himself to his knees. I looked down and watched as he buried his face in the crotch of my boxers and inhaled my essence. He kissed my cock through the thin silk and ran his tongue over my silk covered shaft soaking my boxers with his saliva.
"Mmm," I moaned as he nuzzled my dick. Chris pulled my boxers down and freed my hard cock. He took it into his mouth and sucked me hard and wet. He took my dick down his throat and noisily slurped on my bulbous purple head making me moan with unadulterated pleasure.
"Fuck me," Chris panted as he stood and kissed me deeply sharing the rich flavor of my precum with me. He led me into the bedroom of his suite and pulled his boxers off as he climbed onto the bed.