Bi-Sexual Male / 37
I Earn More Money Selling Sex Than I Ever Did Working For A Living
I was fired, let go, by email. I was told my personal belongings would be packed up and they would be delivered. I never got a chance to ask or find out why I was let go. On the night of that day I went out, not going anywhere and ended up walking all the way down to the river. A man approached me and asked for money, I only had three dollars with me.
I went and sat by the river on a messed up bench. I sat there for a while another man approached me and asked me what I was doing there. I let him know I had just been let go. He asked if I was there because I needed money. If I made him happy he would pay me. I went with him to this hotel that charged by the hour. In the room, I did what he asked. I must have been down because I really liked it and I didn't want to quit. I ended up letting him have sex with me. I got fifty bucks.
I went down by the river a couple of more times over the next couple of weeks, men came up, I went with them, I let them have sex, or did what they wanted. The money wasn't important. Then several months later, it was getting cold, this man took me in his car and we went to an apartment. He had this sketch book on the coffee table. It was sketches of naked men, of erect dicks, of men bent over. He told me he made the sketches and he wanted to sketch me, he would take a picture and then make the sketch and delete the picture.
He took a picture of his dick in my ass and another of me sucking his dick. He sat naked with pencil and paper and while I watched he sketched out the pictures. Except he exaggerated his dick, but regardless it made me hot and horny and I sucked him while he sketched. He told me to stand and bend over, put my hands on the coffee table. He sat behind me and sketched my asshole and balls and dick, in great detail, He tore the page out and gave it to me. I have it in my dresser drawer and look at it when I want to jack off.
I don't go to the river anymore, I got further out to where the bars are and the men congregate, I make eye contact and go with them. I haven't worked formally in five years, the first months of COVID were tough but using old fashioned notes and phone numbers I kept busy. I'm a male prostitute, servicing men. I don't take names, or keep any pictures. I am discreet.
And when I need to focus on myself I get out my sketch and masturbate to it. If it matters I never ran into that man again.
I went and sat by the river on a messed up bench. I sat there for a while another man approached me and asked me what I was doing there. I let him know I had just been let go. He asked if I was there because I needed money. If I made him happy he would pay me. I went with him to this hotel that charged by the hour. In the room, I did what he asked. I must have been down because I really liked it and I didn't want to quit. I ended up letting him have sex with me. I got fifty bucks.
I went down by the river a couple of more times over the next couple of weeks, men came up, I went with them, I let them have sex, or did what they wanted. The money wasn't important. Then several months later, it was getting cold, this man took me in his car and we went to an apartment. He had this sketch book on the coffee table. It was sketches of naked men, of erect dicks, of men bent over. He told me he made the sketches and he wanted to sketch me, he would take a picture and then make the sketch and delete the picture.
He took a picture of his dick in my ass and another of me sucking his dick. He sat naked with pencil and paper and while I watched he sketched out the pictures. Except he exaggerated his dick, but regardless it made me hot and horny and I sucked him while he sketched. He told me to stand and bend over, put my hands on the coffee table. He sat behind me and sketched my asshole and balls and dick, in great detail, He tore the page out and gave it to me. I have it in my dresser drawer and look at it when I want to jack off.
I don't go to the river anymore, I got further out to where the bars are and the men congregate, I make eye contact and go with them. I haven't worked formally in five years, the first months of COVID were tough but using old fashioned notes and phone numbers I kept busy. I'm a male prostitute, servicing men. I don't take names, or keep any pictures. I am discreet.
And when I need to focus on myself I get out my sketch and masturbate to it. If it matters I never ran into that man again.
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