it was going to be a quiet friday night. i didn't feel like going out. then Benji called
"hey, what you up to?"
"um," listening to bad 90s skater punk, fucking around on facebook and looking at porn, "just working on a few projects, you know..."
"yeah well i've got this client here. he's pretty wasted and he wants a 3 way. he wants a top. do you want to come?"
"yeah sure!"
"okay. then you're 28 years old by the way."
he'd have to be really wasted to believe that
i rode to the southside. the huge house was just around the corner from where a friend of my mine had plastic surgery. Benji walked me inside. it was a nice house and quite tastefully decorate for a rich gay man. i immediately ran to the fireplace to warm my ice cold testes.
"he's a psychiatrist," Benji warned "so he like to ask a lot of annoying questions and get inside your head. i just say 'whatever'..." that can easily work for Benji.
he's younger. better looking. he could milk the disaffected young punk look for a few more years yet. me, i'm old, i'm just gonna sound like an asshole. but wait, i'm 28 tonight! however if that fails i'll just play the dumb country boy role. that seems to be an excuse for selfish naivety, being an asshole and a social retard, right? at least 'country boys' think it's a valid reason...
then as the John approached, Benji whispered one more thing:
"he's also gonna try and get you to take some kooky pill. i don't know what it is. i keep saying 'no'" then he walked off to the bathroom
"ooooke dokey then"
we talk a little bit. he's trying to impress us with talk of taking both of us and 2 other manwhores to Thailand for a paid holiday.
"i'd be up for that. There's a great resort in the north of Phuket on the edge of a national park. Sala Resort. i haven't been taken there in the past with another client. it's beautiful. had an amazing time."
"you're kidding?" John says, "does it look like this one?" he showed me some pictures of the exact resort i was talking about. he was quite impressed
see. i know my shit. i'm not just low-rent piss and shit hooker stories loaded with fart jokes. i'm entertaining. i'm well-travelled. i'm learned (no, Pepe, it's pronounced 'learned'). i can be a classy motherfucker when i want to be. i could charm the tits of your mum, no problem
"now. would you like one of these?" he held out his had with a little white pill in it
"what is it?"
he said the name of the dug. never heard of it before, never heard of it since. but he was pretty wankered so i expect it mixes well with alcohol
"is it like ritalin?"
"hmm... yeah, and a little like xanax."
"they're, like, polar opposites dude. if it's ritalin it'll kill my boner. if it's xanax i'll start nodding off the second his tongue is on my balls." i looked at him not impressed. no one likes a whore who says 'no' so i was hoping he'd draw his own conclusion. then another hope entered my head, "but if it's like a rohy, bring it on! date rape me! i'll be up for that!"
unfortunately it was nothing like rohypnol. so instead he pulled out my dick and started started sucking it. by the open fire it was all warmed up and ready to fire. i was hard as and started fucking his face when Benji walked back in and my cock went down.
uh-oh...
"let's go upstairs," john said
i don't have many reservations when it comes to working with others. i'm a team player. i work well in a group. i only have a problem when it comes to sex with friends. Benji had become a good friend by now (despite crashing his car within days of leaving it in my incapable hands). i'm a different person when i work, when i know that someone else can see through the image i'm presenting, then i can no longer keep up the illusion. that's a fancy way of saying i'm a shit liar.
but if Benji can do it, then , dammit, so can i!
we get up to the bedroom and undress
"oh my god," Benji whispered, "my cock is so small right now. i'm nervous doing this with you"
oh fuck don't say that! i thought, but i stood up tall, puffed my chest out a little, "nah, it'll all be good mate," i reached out and pulled him in for a quick kiss, squeezing his little ass in my big hand, and grinned "this is gonna be fun"
the client, however, was not fun. he was fucking annoying as hell. of his chops and demanding. being the bossy bottom to me, then the bossy top to Benji. every time he went to suck my dick his hands would try and sneak around under my balls and slip a finger in my ass.
the first time, i gently nudged his hand away.
the second time, i pulled it away
the third time, i forced his arm away before he got close
"i don't like fingers in my ass, mate."
"oh sorry," he apologised without really listening, his mouth full of dick
"he's a top, remember?" Benji laughed "he doesn't like his ass played with"
not true. whether it's a poky little pecker or a weapon of ass destruction, in the right mood i can cop it up the ass with the best of them but not when some drunk wired cunt is repeatedly stabbing his hoof into my shitter with all the finesse of a Giraffe in the throws of a epileptic seizure. it's not hot. it's not even comfortable. it's fucking annoying.
plus, i was tired. worked my legs at the gym. i can barely stand up without trembling knees let alone power-fuck this guy. Benji is throwing me off
i'm a guest here. it's not my client, it's Benji's. so suck it up princess, be polite and do your fucking job!
we try. but it's just awful. as much fun as it was getting it on with Benji. even the client loved watching, only to ruin the scene by joining in. my dick would take so long to get it up, then John dived on it with his toothy mouth and it flopped seconds. then i snap after the 20th time he jabbed his digit into my poop chute i snapped "i told you to leave, my fucking ass alone, dude! don't fucking touch it!"
my snap made no impression on the drug-fucked client
"ok, you fuck me now," Benji grabbed me and i fucked him like a dog on the other end of the bed. i followed Benji's lead as his ass clamped down tightly on the end of my dick. my cock was nothing but foreskin. he gave ran out on me earlier, screw you guys, i'm going homo. so i was fucking away with nothing but an elastic foreskin.
"that's so hot!" John said, and he started to reach out to touch my cock.
"oh! OH!!" Benji started faking it. his hand was almost about to feel that we weren't really fucking. we were faking. but the more we faked it, the more he got turned on, then more his and retreated. "oh that feels so goooood!" Benji cried
"oh fuck yeah!" i shouted
"yeah?" john asked. tugging his dick faster "yeah!?!"
"yeah!" Benji answered, "that big cock feels so fucking good!"
"oh man your hot ass is gonna make me blow!"
"i'm cumming!" John came. before the last drop of jizz spewed out and hit the bed spread, Benji and i had miraculously caught our breath, stopped moaning, pulled out and wiped up. "that was hot!"
Benji and i scrubbed up in the huge twin head shower. he told me he knew faking it sets him off and makes him cum. he has seen this guy many many times before. i apologised for losing my temper with the client. he talked about the guy he's been seeing and i got us both excited talking about my trip to Sydney the following week
unfortunately there has been no further talk of Thailand. which is fine by me, i can do without the serenity of southern Thailand being ruined by fingers unexpectedly jabbing as my ass
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