i was feeling my time was coming to an end at the Manor. it wasn't that i was no longer new or fresh, but i'd had pretty much had all i could take of sitting around not earning money. i can not earn money at home, in front of the tv, or in bed with several other guys hotter than anything that was to walk through the front door (except maybe some of those hot blokey tranny fuckers)
more new people had arrived. more gay boys. more pretty pretty gay boys that looked just like the last bunch of pretty pretty gay boys who no longer work here. orbital and Across Age was getting boring and i was fast running out of polite conversation. lately i have just been happy to score one job (around $100). washing dishes in a cafe pays the same and with more job satisfaction. it's a great place to work, great set up and great people work there (managers, receptionists and whores) but it's new hasn't built the reputation or the client base that others have just yet.
two guys came in together. with the 6 guys working tonight, they got a lot to choose from. i went in 3rd (again, advice from 30Rock on how to stack the deck in your favour for an audition).
i walked into the intro room. one guy was a short rounded little American with an unnecessarily big jacket. the other was a tall blokey aussie guy clearly from the country (and kinda hot). they weren't looking to share. the little American was a little ...well, American. uptight, nasally and paranoid; like a dumpy woody allen. "i have a boyfriend back home. so there will be no fucking. i can't have the condom break on me. i can't take anything back home and pass it on to him. this illegal back home, you know."
"we're tested regularly. we're clean. condoms rarely ever break. what you're doing is legal in Australia, so relax mate. you're safe here"
"i know," he was almost rocking back and forth in Rain man like fashion, "but i can't have the rubber break on me. i can't"
"ok. rubbers are strong, but we don't have to fuck," i wasn't changing his mind, so i quick to support him, "maybe it's for the best. i like to fuck pretty rough anyway..."
his beady little eyes lit up, "oh i like it rough!" that seemed to be what sold me. i scored the job. the other blokey guy wanted a bottom to fuck, so i wasn't going to get that job :(
i took the American upstairs. asked more about what he wanted. he wanted a rough verbal top. sweet! he showered while i went downstairs and did my hair and nails - which means i brushed my chest hair up and made sure there was no shit under my fingernails. psyching myself up. i gotta make this guy's trip to Oz memorable. can i do it? a half hour of verbal is easy. but american's like VERBAL. they can barely shut their fucking mouths at the best of times. "i'm gonna run out of things to say!" i tell the other guys in the lounge, "give me some more synonyms for 'cock'"
they looked dumbfounded. i thought by my question, but it was just one word that confused them. only one guy, Blake, didn't care enough to show how dumb he was, "a syn...? a what?"
"another word for cock!"
there was silence while some of them gave it some genuine thought. Blake came up with the first suggestion, "um... cock?"
"yeah thanks, buddy"
i was over-playing nerves just to entertain myself. it's either that or watch more of Jersey Shore. as much as i want to fuck 'roided-up Ronny in the ass, i hate watching tv
i got back upstairs. the guy is waiting for me sitting on the edge of the bed in a towel. i grab him by the throat and force him to the ground. i go into the verbal overdrive and he loves. before the intro, the receptionist said one was a foreigner, so i went with my lumberjack ensemble. worn sleeveless black and red check shirt and dirty jeans, and playing up the aussieness. they want Steve Irwin? then i will give them the hottest fucking crocodile hunter they've ever seen! even my accent went over the top. slapping my cock across his face. making him gag one it and then...
"i'm cumming!"
"what?"
"ahh i came."
"you.. you what!?!"
i looked down and his cum was on my boot. barely 5 minutes had passed.
my heart sank. my heart? maybe not my heart. something sank, and it sure wasn't my cock. that was still raging. i was so psyched up i was tempted to smack him around for my own amusement. instead i lay him down and gave him a massage while we chatted. he's had an interesting life and was a damn nice guy too. planned to see him to following day before he flew back home
more new people had arrived. more gay boys. more pretty pretty gay boys that looked just like the last bunch of pretty pretty gay boys who no longer work here. orbital and Across Age was getting boring and i was fast running out of polite conversation. lately i have just been happy to score one job (around $100). washing dishes in a cafe pays the same and with more job satisfaction. it's a great place to work, great set up and great people work there (managers, receptionists and whores) but it's new hasn't built the reputation or the client base that others have just yet.
two guys came in together. with the 6 guys working tonight, they got a lot to choose from. i went in 3rd (again, advice from 30Rock on how to stack the deck in your favour for an audition).
i walked into the intro room. one guy was a short rounded little American with an unnecessarily big jacket. the other was a tall blokey aussie guy clearly from the country (and kinda hot). they weren't looking to share. the little American was a little ...well, American. uptight, nasally and paranoid; like a dumpy woody allen. "i have a boyfriend back home. so there will be no fucking. i can't have the condom break on me. i can't take anything back home and pass it on to him. this illegal back home, you know."
"we're tested regularly. we're clean. condoms rarely ever break. what you're doing is legal in Australia, so relax mate. you're safe here"
"i know," he was almost rocking back and forth in Rain man like fashion, "but i can't have the rubber break on me. i can't"
"ok. rubbers are strong, but we don't have to fuck," i wasn't changing his mind, so i quick to support him, "maybe it's for the best. i like to fuck pretty rough anyway..."
his beady little eyes lit up, "oh i like it rough!" that seemed to be what sold me. i scored the job. the other blokey guy wanted a bottom to fuck, so i wasn't going to get that job :(
i took the American upstairs. asked more about what he wanted. he wanted a rough verbal top. sweet! he showered while i went downstairs and did my hair and nails - which means i brushed my chest hair up and made sure there was no shit under my fingernails. psyching myself up. i gotta make this guy's trip to Oz memorable. can i do it? a half hour of verbal is easy. but american's like VERBAL. they can barely shut their fucking mouths at the best of times. "i'm gonna run out of things to say!" i tell the other guys in the lounge, "give me some more synonyms for 'cock'"
they looked dumbfounded. i thought by my question, but it was just one word that confused them. only one guy, Blake, didn't care enough to show how dumb he was, "a syn...? a what?"
"another word for cock!"
there was silence while some of them gave it some genuine thought. Blake came up with the first suggestion, "um... cock?"
"yeah thanks, buddy"
i was over-playing nerves just to entertain myself. it's either that or watch more of Jersey Shore. as much as i want to fuck 'roided-up Ronny in the ass, i hate watching tv
i got back upstairs. the guy is waiting for me sitting on the edge of the bed in a towel. i grab him by the throat and force him to the ground. i go into the verbal overdrive and he loves. before the intro, the receptionist said one was a foreigner, so i went with my lumberjack ensemble. worn sleeveless black and red check shirt and dirty jeans, and playing up the aussieness. they want Steve Irwin? then i will give them the hottest fucking crocodile hunter they've ever seen! even my accent went over the top. slapping my cock across his face. making him gag one it and then...
"i'm cumming!"
"what?"
"ahh i came."
"you.. you what!?!"
i looked down and his cum was on my boot. barely 5 minutes had passed.
my heart sank. my heart? maybe not my heart. something sank, and it sure wasn't my cock. that was still raging. i was so psyched up i was tempted to smack him around for my own amusement. instead i lay him down and gave him a massage while we chatted. he's had an interesting life and was a damn nice guy too. planned to see him to following day before he flew back home
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