(Gay Taboo MM Erotic Romance)
Hustler (Gay Taboo MM Erotic Romance)
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sank down on his cock, feeling his girth stretching out my inner
muscles, spreading me wide so I could take every inch. My own cock
was rock hard, and the slick sound of our joining almost as loud as
my moans as I started bouncing on Brian’s cock.
right!” I yelped, my words coming out like hiccups as Brian’s
cock hit a particularly delicious spot inside me. “Fuck me so good,
cute, dark-haired bedmate gripped my hips and said, “Ryan.” I
twisted my hips, and he gasped, jerking upwards. “It’s Ryan, but
do that again and you can call me whatever you want.”
sure, whatever," I said, breathless as I could feel my orgasm
creeping closer with every bounce as my hand jacked my erection.
"You're going to make me come!" My ass was already
tightening up around Ryan's dick, and I started shaking.
growled, his hips snapping upward as I came with a yell, my come
coating my hand and splattering across my stomach. My inner muscles
squeezed his cock, pushing him over the edge and milking him of every
drop of come.
I rolled off Ryan, sprawling next to him on my bed, watching with
appreciation as Ryan got out of bed and tossed the used condom in the
trash before fishing his wallet out of his pants and pulling out two
crisp $100 bills and leaving them on my dresser.
I had time to stay for the rest of the hour,” he said, brushing his
hands through his dark hair and looking almost shy. “I’ll
definitely be calling you back again. That was fucking incredible.”
smiled, settling back on the bed as Ryan saw himself out, my lips
curling into a smile at the thought of the $200 joining the rest of
the fat pile of cash in my top drawer.
right. My name’s Parker, and I sell my ass for money.
know, I know. I’m not really supposed to be this. . . gleeful about
it. I’m supposed to be disgusted with myself, turn my head to the
wall while the guys pump away in me, silent tears streaming down my
face. I’m supposed to end my days huddled in the shower feeling
like the dirt won’t come off and then drowning my sorrow in
whatever substance I can get my hands on.
way it started was pretty much the way every person gets into sex
work. I needed money and I needed it fast. I was fresh out of
college, and I was lucky enough to come from a family in that sweet
spot of making too much money for me to qualify for financial aid but
not enough many to pay for school so my student loan payments were
been working my ass off all through college at one crappy job or
another, and I’d managed to keep myself afloat, but all those
deferred payments were coming due, and my side jobs of making
sandwiches at the student union and shelving library books definitely
weren’t going to be enough.
I started trolling Craigslist, looking for anything flexible that
paid a lot of money. Not surprisingly, everything that met that
criteria turned out to be a scam.
in the ETC section was a short ad that just read “Male escorts
wanted – set your own hours and own prices.”
with nerves, I dialed the number.
Lads, Lucas speaking.”
I said, forcing the nervousness out of my voice, “I saw your ad on
Craigslist. . .”
that was how it all began. Lucas gave me the rundown over the phone –
prices, his cut, the website. He’d handle all the appointments and
bookings, and I’d do the rest.
next few days passed in a whirlwind. Lucas met with me and took
photographs for my profile on the site, and suddenly I found myself
posing on all my knees, naked except for a pair of tight white
boxer-briefs, my erection stretching the front.
day later and I was standing outside a hotel room, condoms and a few
packets of lube stowed in my pocket and nerves in my stomach.
first trick was a skinny blond guy named Jason who seemed even more
nervous than I was. He shook my hand when I came inside, pressing a
wad of cash into my palm with sweaty fingers.
be nervous,” I said, pasting a smile on my face. “Not over little
the money safely in my pocket, I pulled a condom out of my pants and
dropped down to my knees, unzipping Jason’s pants and pulling out
his already erect cock.
you want me to suck this?” I asked, rolling the condom onto his
length. “I bet you’d love to slide right into this warm, wet
mouth.” Jason nodded frantically and I wrapped my lips around the
head, ignoring the sharp taste of the latex and started sucking.
honestly wasn't very different than the Tinder hookups I’d had, and
despite the fact that with the act of taking that cash and wrapping
my lips around his dick I had just gone from “regular college
graduate” to “rent boy,” I actually found myself getting hard.
was moaning so loud already that I knew he’d be blowing his load in
the condom before we got to the main event, and that certainly wasn’t
the way to get a satisfied customer. I pushed him back on the bed and
yanked my shirt over my head and shoved my pants and boxer-briefs
down and off.
prepped myself before I came over, sliding lubed fingers in and out
of my ass, stretching my body until I was ready to take a cock
I had to do was hop on and start to ride.
didn’t last long once he was inside me. My fast, bouncing rhythm
had him yelling his pleasure and spurting inside the condom making
myself come for his ego.
what man didn’t like a live action porno show?
sat back on the bed while Jason tried to catch his breath and let my
legs fall apart, lifting my hips so that he could see my well-fucked
asshole. "Do you see how hard your dick made me, Jason?" I
purred, bringing my hand between my legs. I wrapped my hand around my
hard cock and stared jerking myself off. Jason was staring at me, his
face slack with desire as he watched me pleasure myself
been aroused and on edge since before I got to the hotel so it only
took a few moments of pumping my hand before I was crying Jason’s
name as I came all over myself, painting my stomach with white
streaks. And twenty minutes later I was on my way back to my
apartment, $200 richer.
spent the rest of the day in a daze, waiting expectantly for the
disgust with myself to come, but it never did. The next afternoon I
quit my other jobs and started picking up tricks full time.
was two years ago, and I'd been paying off my bills with my mouth and
my ass since then. Of course, every trick wasn't a gentleman. I had
my share of jerks or guys with dubious personal hygiene, but for the
most part, I enjoyed myself. I loved sex and my easy schedule gave me
enough time that I could actually enjoy life instead of running from
one shitty job to another.
course, the one thing I hated was hiding my job from everyone I knew.
My family and I had never been particularly close, but I had actually
bonded a lot with one of my teachers.
had taken a class with Mr. Turner my freshman year, and after class
ended we struck up a friendship. He was on the younger side of most
of the professors, and we had gotten close. Even so, it had taken him
the better part of two years to get me to stop calling him Mr. Turner
and refer to him by his first name – Rey – and I still slipped up
and I spoke on the phone at least once a week, and I was careful to
keep my descriptions of my job vague, telling him that I had ended up
with an entry level job that paid my bills and lying through my teeth
about just how high my student loan bills were. I wasn’t ashamed,
but I knew Rey would be horrified at the idea of me selling my body
so I kept quiet.
had an outcall scheduled today, so I put on a pair of skintight black
jeans that emphasized the bulge in my crotch and an equally tight
white t-shirt. I looked like I was ready to go clubbing, but subtlety
definitely wasn’t something you wanted in this business.