balancing private work and brothel work was easy. the brothel is flexible with hours. although they want to solely work for them, what they don't know won't hurt them. I'm not stealing their clients. i have my own
it has been 2 months in the whorehouse and it's still quiet. the manager is not even bothering to try and convince us that "it's always slow this time of year" he is a great guy but he is there for the business and will tell the kids whatever they need to hear to keep them turning up for work even when there's no bookings for them. remember, no bookings means you don't make any money
Saturday day shift is one of the one shift i can guarantee at least one booking. it's still overflowing with hot beefy tradies hungry for tranny cock, but there's always guys looking for an afternoon quickie. today in the lounge was a little chubby guy. very shy, very sure about what he wanted, but nervous as hell to say it. "i would like intimacy. i want to take things very slowly. kiss and cuddle. massage. and maybe play around a little bit."
"cool. you need to feel safe and comfortable. I've got big strong money arms that are great for cuddling and spooning." he booked me over the others for 2 hours.
he chose room number 1: the deluxe suite with the big shower and bathtub. we lay on the bed, in our underwear, holding each other. it was a nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon. "how do you feel about a massage?" he asked
"sure," i got up, put some moisturizer on my hand and asked him to lay face down
"no," he said, "i want to give you a massage. is that okay?"
i was a little shocked. "fuck yeah! bring that shit on!" and dived into position before his smile had time to reach from cheek to cheek. it wasn't exactly deep tissue or the equivalent of a little fat turk stomping over my spine in a steam room, but it was pretty damn good. how often do you get a massage at work?
we lay there for about an hour. mostly cuddling and not really kissing. if he wanted intimacy, this is what i do. i pretty much lay there like a kangaroo baking in the hot sun (between hoping for miles and boxing puddytatts named Sylvester, kangaroos are damn lazy animals). i use the other person like a teddy bear. this guy was essentially a big teddy bear
"let's have a bath!"
in the bath is when the sexy time began. probably because it's a sunken tub, he got in first so he was eyes to eye with my boner. he dived on to my cock like Greg Louganis at the 1988 Seoul Olympics - as clumsily as hell. smashing it has way to the base with all the finesse of a baby bird swallowing broken glass. i raised my hand ready to smack him across the jaw, before i remembered this was not that type of job. so i grabbed his head, "slowly," and guided it myself. i love doing this. it's like having your own personal flesh-jack. pre-warmed to body temperature. self lubed and self cleaning (well, i don't have to clean it anyway). sure there's a gag reflex (sometimes not) and teeth (also, sometimes not) but when you get those lips right to the base of your shaft you get that incredible feeling of a throat pulsing and contracting over the end of your cock. also, it's great fun teaching this to guys who've never been able to do it. it's like you just taught that little cub scout a new skill and he can go sew a new badge to his shirt. that's probably the most inappropriate analogy to use, but if you're even reading this, no doubt you're a pervert of some sort and it's nothing you haven't made tasteless jokes about before
his knees must have been killing him, so i let him sit in the tub and i positioned myself over the top. now let me tell you something about myself. i hate bathroom sex. i don't mean some dirty lavatory where you use the fluoro pink hand soap as lube to rape some poor closeted married guys' ass on the filthy bathroom floor. i mean bathroom sex. like sex in the shower or bath. it's slippery. it's wet. goddamn it's dangerous! i already have a mortal fear of slipping in the shower and breaking my neck only to have my bloated naked corpse slumped on the wet tiles. that's just while washing myself. it can be tough to balance and grip barefoot on carpet bashing one up some dude's shitter let alone doing it on wet slippery tiles. bathtubs are equally less fun with less room to move. i had to do one porno scene starting in the bathtub. it was only ankle deep but i couldn't bone up. performing on camera is not difficult, but it was worried that while sucking the guys dick my hand was going to slip in the tub and i'd be caught on video in a cheap porno disappearing ing face-first into a tub. nothing more than the squeak of skin on laminate and a puff of soap bubbles where my dignity once was. problem is, this guy loved the bath and me on several limbs gripping to the slippery white rim on the tub feeding my cock to him. it even looked more like a mother bird feeding it's young, but he'd learned to swallow with far more grace.
we move back to the bed and he wants to keep sucking dick. still ultra slow and gentle he keep swallowing my cock. he just wants to serve a man, I'm more than happy with that, so i let him go for it. i kick back with my hand behind my head and shut my eyes and... i fall asleep. i don't know how. it felt great. but i fell asleep on him. i woke up to sound of my own snoring. my eyes snapped open. i looked down and he was still sucking my dick with a huge knowing grin on his face. i apologized. he laughed. the 5 mins to go buzzer went off. his 2 hours were almost up. i pulled him up close and hugged him. obliged to ask him if he wanted to extend, expecting him to decline
"let's go for one more hour." he pays at the front desk for the extra hour. i dim the lights to almost nothing. take the position of the big spoon and i start to drift back to sleep. after about 20 minutes he whispers in the dark, "lay on top of me." so i do. he's quite a cuddle teddy bear so it's comfortable. too comfortable
"fuck me!"
"uh... what?"
"spit on my face!"
"uh... you what now?"
this guy had never been fucked before. had been taking it so slow. wanted nice cuddles and pecks on the cheek and intimacy and now "fuck me, mate, fuck my ass!"
fuck, i was a little confused. but even in the dark I'm sure he could see the dirty grin creeping across my face asking, "are you sure?" he nodded. i hawked up a mouthful of slime and spat in his face. he shivered. without breaking eye contact. i slipped my legs between his, kicked the out and flipped them up around my waist. so my cock was pushing against his hole. he didn't actually want to get fucked. there is no way he could've taken it. but he loved the idea of getting raped. he trembled when i shouted "i'll fucking tear that ass open open, you little faggot!" and i'll have to say i got myself damn excited too. for the rest of the hour, that's what we did. bed head slamming against the wall of the intro room, so i pity and nervous first timers that came in and heard it
i did pull him back for some cuddling in the end. just in case i was living out some childhood trauma thing for him, at least ground him back somewhere safe. even if my raging cock was still stabbing between his thighs ...and maybe i was still slowly grinding it in.
he left a damn happy man, whatever his name was, bouncing out the door like a puppy
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