Just a Gigolo
This is a stand alone piece, involving a lot of mature sex. I think of wine, when I think 'mature', but others only smell cheese.
All participants are willing, and enthusiastic, though money does change hands.
I hope you enjoy Tim's story, and that you will take a moment and rate it and drop a word of encouragement?!
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Mrs. Sherman was what the boys called, Fine!
I fantasized about her during my entire senior year of high school. She taught us English in room 202. She was young, and lean, but sometimes the swell of her breast was bigger than her dress could contain.
We thought a nipple would fall out one day. Lots of kids said they saw one, but I never did.
Life became hectic soon after graduation. We moved to Las Vegas, with dad's big promotion, and I had no intention of going to College right away, so I was happy to find a job there, rather than in Bumbfuck Ohio.
Construction was booming so I started there, with the most menial of positions. The shovel and wheelbarrow became my closest companions.
At first I worked with Luigi mixing cement, only he calls it Cee-ment with an emphasis on the C. The boss would say concrete, but Luigi would shake his head and mutter in Italian. We did a lot of shoveling and lifting. Sand, stone, lime, Luigi could mix it with his eyes closed, and sometimes he did!
My hard work paid off in cash, and muscle. Before the summer was over, I was darker than my French/Turkish mother. She is naturally dark skinned, but now I'm even darker!
When I walked around downtown, the girls would whistle at me! They even tried to get me to try out for one of those Chippendale dance troupes, but I don't have the slightest ability when it comes to dancing.
If they just wanted a big dick, they should have started with that! Now there, I am gifted.
One day the Architect was on site, with her team. She was older, but still very good looking, so everyone was checking out her legs and cleavage. We do get a bit deprived when working with mostly guys.
She was good on her 3 inch heels, even if she stepped on a bit of gravel, she had great control.
Luigi says that she loves the attention, so he stops and stares whenever she comes by. He doesn't wag his tongue or act indecent, he just leans on his shovel and stares.
"I'm going out to the desert for some Glory Hole fucking tonight" Luigi professed after 'she' walked through. "It's the best price for pussy in Nevada. Do you wanna come?" he offered.
I wasn't having any problems getting laid, but I wanted to see what it was about, so I decided to tag along.
Luigi had the scoop on a popup caravan brothel that catered to the working man. A hooker in Vegas won't touch your dick for less than a thousand, they have so many fees that they have to pay for; licensing and bribes and to rent a corner and bribes and protection and bribes...It's like your paying the City for a fucking.
They do have Ranches outside of the big cities, but they also take a big piece of your paycheck, catering to the jet set more than the working Joe.
Luigi picked me up after dinner. I think mom is sweet on him. She talks French to him, and he can answer in a combination of Italian and French that always makes mom smile, but it's not the same smile as me and my sister get when she's pleased with us.
"Mamma Mia, she is one hot woman, that one is!" Luigi burst out when we were safely in his truck.
He first met my mom when she dropped me off one day and she called me Timothy. The crew was already teasing me because they put my name on the roster as Timothy Bradley III.
After mom dropped me off Luigi started calling me Timothree, and with his accent it sounded more like Trimatree! Of course it stuck like glue.
"Trimatree, get some more Ceement to the fourth floor," would ring out over the loudspeaker and my coworkers would snicker.
We stopped at Luigi's townhouse just long enough for a shower and change, then to my house, where Luigi found mom at the pool side. When I got out of the shower, I looked in the back, and Luigi was rubbing some suntan lotion on mom's back! I hurriedly dressed in my best Docker's and a fitted shirt, then hurried to the poolside.
"All set Lou," I gushed out. "We should get a move on."
Luigi was sitting there, staring at mom's bikini crotch, while she wore heavily tinted sunglasses, and appeared to be reading a book.
We headed northwest on 95 but turned right on a side road, towards the Desert Wildlife Refuge. I thought about the wildlife that I hoped to see tonight. The road turned to gravel and I saw a big flag on the left, over a canvas tent. There were two big pickups, pulling special trailers that open into tents for their traveling brothel. They have motifs of dalmatians jumping through hoops on the sides of their trucks. Luigi had explained how they disguise their operation as a dog show, with a dozen dogs that they keep, but they also have a half dozen young ladies, and Luigi assured me that they are not dogs!
The parking area had four or five vehicles, some were working trucks like the hydro-1 and a delivery truck.
Luigi was looking cool in his gray dress pants and red muscle shirt, with his tanned muscular upper body and narrow waist he looked like a ladies man. He's only 42 but his accent and actions always made him feel older to me, yet still at my level, with strong sexual drives.
My friend thought that they might make me wait in the truck if I wasn't paying, but I wanted to see what I could see.
There was a big woman sitting on a stool and smoking something that didn't smell like tobacco. She took Luigi's Benjamins and she counted out four tokens for my horny friend.
"Four for 6 hundred is a great deal, kid. It's better than paying 250 for one, that's for sure. We might be here a while," Luigi explained.
He had discussed the menu with me, though it was pretty obvious. Luigi asked if we could split the deal. She indicated the bold print on the bottom of the sign; THESE DEALS CAN NOT BE SHARED.
"You're on your own kid, I got a date!" he shouted and quickly entered the tent. His entry didn't enable me to see anything.
"Where's your cash toots," the chubby older lady cackled.
"Oh, I'm just his driver," I lied. "I can't afford a place like this," I admitted.
"Hmm, I could give you a break on the price if you show me your cock." she suggested.
"How much of a break," I asked.
"Oh, I'd have to see it to really say," she continued, then pulled in another puff on her joint and relaxed into her stool, as if she had little interest.
There was no one else around so I pulled my pants down enough to let the dog's loose. It wasn't stiff, but it was still pretty impressive laying against my thigh. I wear shorts all day, so my tan line is high on my thigh. When my pants hit the floor, the head of my cock extended past the tan line. The pink head contrasts starkly against the darkness of my tan.
Her mouth fell open and she stared.
She was not attractive, but my dick started to fill, just a bit. The head always plumps up first, making it start to twitch off of my thigh.
"Sam!" she yelled, and a big guy came around from the cab of the pickup. He had a bat and he looked ready to use it, but he came to a stop when he saw me standing there.
"Wow," he exclaimed. "Where the fuck did this prick come from!" the guy called out with a twinkle of sarcasm. I took him for a bouncer, or the owner of this dog and pony show.
"I was going to give him the standard 10% off for new customers," the heavy broad started, but the guy finished...
"And you thought you could get another young guy to show you his dick! Ya, okay I get the picture," the bat-man finished for the woman.
I hadn't moved, but when I heard 10% I pulled my pants up.
