but it's still work. you gotta be receptionist, bookkeeper, security guard and gopher restocking the office supplies (lube, rubbers, gloves etc). and you get to yell at yourself to get yourself out of bed and go to work. "come on! get up! that old man's arse ain't gonna fuck itself!"
with the ad back up online phone calls started again. there's only me and one other guy in melbourne with chest hair, so only us two can help out anyone who wants some rough manly trade. not that i'm saying chest hair makes you more of a man and smooth hairless guys are less of a man, but... ahh fuck it, yes i am. a sissy shaved chests make you less of a man. chest hair makes you a man! a real man!
i only had one booking this wednesday. it was a guy from the country. in a relationship. he's a top, but every now and them he needs to cop it up the shitter. i'm more than happy to be the man to do it. i threw him to the ground, foot on his chest while he watched me jack my cock. spit in his mouth then dragged him to the bed. i fucked him like a bitch and that little birdie sang (is that right? there was joke on 30 Rock last week saying that 2 metaphors equals poor writing. hmmm...). he loved it. will see him again next time he comes to town
on the way out of the hotel i got an sms from a guy on the western coast of melbourne. "can you come now?" i jumped in my mates car and head across town. while stuck in traffic i heard from him again. "i have a pair of footy shorts. just wondering if you could put them on for me?"
aww... that's adorable. the cute thing about fetishes is people are still really shy about admitting what really turns them on, even when it something as tame as footy shorts. i love rugby shorts so i'm more than happy to pull on a new pair
i got there and he was a good looking kid. mid 20s and very shy. he handed me a pair of sleek AFL shorts. his local team. i pulled them up and teased him. got him on his knees and rubbed his face in them. held his arms behind his back, made his lick my nuts then try to fish out my cock through the leg of the shorts just by using his mouth. that was tough because the shorts and domination got me as hard as fucking rock
all done and i got another msg for a job in a few hours. while eating some greasy roadside BBQ chicken i got this msg from the footy shorts guy (while i was on grindr)
penis? i think he was a doctor or a nurse
the last guy was a fellow i'd seen a few times before in Sydney. i pulled on my leather harness and boots (they were always in the car, just in case) and drove over to his south melbourne house. he rolled a joint then lay out all his gear, buttplugs, dildos, a whip, crisco and tube of KY.
"what would you like to start with first, master?"
i looked at his face. "let's start with the hood." i kicked back in the chair. sunk a few beers in my 14hole steel cap Rangers while he sucked my cock. then dominate him. rape his face. drill his hole. piss in his mouth. fist his arse.
outcalls are great you don't have to worry about cleaning up before and after a session. and if you don't like it. you can always leave easily. but you gotta learn to ignore if someone lives in squalor, or their tacky decor, and not laugh at the appalling art they have hanging on their walls. the biggest problem can be pets. dogs especially. now this fellow's dogs were not as bad as the other guy's staffy who wouldn't stop licking my balls while i fucked her owner, but it was still distracting when there's a poodle curled on the sofa watching every move you make while you've got your fist jammed up inside it's daddy's arsehole
that day i ended up working a full 8 hours. that's like a real job that normal people do! i slept well that night, except for the image of the look on that poor poodle's face haunting my dreams
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