I spent last night sucking off a guy I don't know and letting him fuck me. I need the money.

I started sucking off guys when I was eleven, I sucked off my neighbor who was also eleven. That was the price I paid for getting to read his comic books. I wanted to read comic books and he would give me his dick to suck. I loved sucking his dick, I wanted to suck his dick, sometimes I would beg him until he gave me his dick to suck.

The story around the school was that I sucked my neighbor's dick. When I was thirteen I was in the bathroom in the gym taking a pee when the social studies teacher came in. He came up beside me and unzipped and took out his dick, he stood back from the urinal and pulled it out and whacked it up before he stepped into pee. While he peed he looked over and asked me how I was doing, and commented that I had a nice little dick and how did I like it that I had been circumcised. He stepped back from the urinal and showed me his dick and asked me what I thought, that one day I might grow up to have a real dick like him.

I was speechless, I couldn't talk, he asked me if the cat had my tongue, he reached over and grabbed my dick and rubbed it between his fingers and I started to get hard. He kept asking me if I liked it, if I wanted to grab his dick. He had pulled me up against him and he was grabbing my dick so I couldn't move. And he said sot show him what I could do, to give him a real warm blow job. I never looked around to see if someone else was in there, he put out his dick, which to me looked like the biggest dick I had ever seen. He sat me down on a bench and put his dick in my face and I put it in my mouth and started to suck him.

I figure it was that day in the gym bathroom that I got my taste for older men. I have no idea how long I sucked him, but it was a good while, he kept rubbing my head with his hand and I kept sucking his dick. It was nothing like sucking off my neighbor, this was the real thing, no games I was seriously sucking off a grown man.

When we stopped he sucked me for a little while and told me that I had a slick ass and that he was going to get some of it, but not that day, I had to work myself up to it. I had to show him I deserved it.

I lost my virginity with him, and I can remember each minute of it, each centimeter as he slowly pushed it in, I felt like I had to take the biggest shit in the world, but it felt good, the more he stuck it in, the more I wanted it. If sucking him off was a new experience, getting fucked was everything and more. He fucked me regularly until he retired and moved to Florida.

By the time I was finishing high school I had a client list, always older men, in their fifties or sixties, including professionals and sales and trades. I made money regularly, more money than any friend was earning doing lawns or other jobs. And I was having fun doing it. I would have fucked for free, they wanted to pay me, so I took the money.

But now, I am not young anymore, getting a client is harder, I work the hotel bar, I go to the race track, but it takes a long time to pick up a client, they don't pay as much. I need the money, so I go with guys I don't know, that is how I got involved with the guy I had sex with last night. I met him at the Starbucks, and offered to give him a blow job, 20 bucks, I settled for 15. For another ten he fucked me. That is I became what I am, a whore, fucking for money.

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by Anonymous on May 2, 2015 at 6:00 PM

I enjoyed a similar life. My uncle started baby sitting me when I was seven and from the start the very first night he gave me my first ever blow job. It was pure heaven. It helped that my uncle was young (in his early twenties) and good looking. He baby sat me almost every weekend. I don't know what kind of deal he worked out with my parents but I hoped they paid him well because that mouth down there made me feel so good that I literally became addicted. The best part was that he bribed me to keep my mouth shut. The bribes varied, some times it was cash, sometimes treats, some times toys and sometimes he let me stay up late or order a pizza. I didn't require bribing. I knew he wasn't supposed to such my dick. At seven I knew it was illegal. I knew if he was caught then he would no longer be available to suck my dick, balls and lick my butt which he also did. I'd have kept my mouth shut and if I had money, I'd have paid HIM.

Over time things evolved and I got around to offering him a blow job. I offered it because I thought it would be nice to make him feel as good as he made me feel. It turns out I loved sucking on his big man cock. I also loved the taste of his cum and eagerly swallowed it. I was proud that I could make him squirt his sperm down my throat and imagined I was eating millions of tiny babies. To my great surprise, he gave me $50. That was far more, I am sure, than my parents paid him to baby sit me. I had for some time figured out that he was not baby sitting me because he needed the money. He was doing it to spend time with me. That felt good to know that.

When I was ten and on the first day of fifth grade I met a boy in my class whose family had moved to town that summer. He was gorgeous. He had a mop of curly blond hair that came half way down his back. He had the prettiest face and the most beautiful smile. It was love at first sight. Then I realized that I had been caught staring into his dreamy eyes. I looked away shyly afraid of ridicule or worse. In those days it was NOT cool to be gay though I was not technically gay, but rather bi. That didn't matter though, if you liked guys, in those days you were a faggot subject to ridicule, torment or worse.

Sean was not upset. He just came over and introduced himself and shook my hand. His hand lingered in mine about ten seconds longer than two straight boys would have and his grip was firm but gentle and his fingers softly caressed the back of mine as he let go.

His smile was intoxicating. It was at that moment that I understood that scene in Dracula where he mesmerizes the girl just by looking into their eyes. I am fairly certain that Sean inadvertently hypnotized me the moment we locked eyes. We became instant friends. He invited me over his place after school and I eagerly accepted his invitation. Since we had to walk past my house to get to his I stopped to tell my mom who just told me to be home for dinner at 6pm.

We got to his place and he introduced me to his mom then went right to his bedroom. He gave me the grand tour of all he possessed which was more or less similar to my stuff except he had posters of several very sexy young boys on his walls. One thing he had that I didn't was his own TV. I was surprised. I didn't know any kids who had their own TV. He turned it on and sat behind me on the bed. Next thing I know he is massaging my back and shoulders and neck. It felt really nice. After about twenty minutes of his magic fingers he wanted to change places. So I sat behind him and tried to mimic his massage technique. He was happy to give me tips on how to make it feel better. To massage him I had to gather up those gorgeous blond curls and put them in a pony tail on top of his head. My hair was not long enough for a pony tale so I had never put hair in a pony tale before. It felt nice between my fingers. After about twenty minutes of massaging him, he turned around facing me. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them from front. It felt so good while we gazed into each other's eyes. I reached up and massaged his shoulders and then he leaned in and I leaned in and before we knew it, we were kissing. He was a little smaller and more slender than me so he ended up straddling my lap. He put his arms around me and massaged the back of my neck. I reached around and played with his hair.

That was when his big brother walked in on us and cleared his throat. To say we were embarrassed was an understatement. I ended up blackmailed into giving Peter a blow job. I would have preferred to suck Sean's cock but honestly, it was a small price to pay for Peter's silence.

Well that is how it started. Peter could not keep his big mouth shut and before long I had a long line of 6th, 7th, and 8th graders lining up to fuck my mouth. But they didn't demand free blow jobs. Peter was actually pimping me out and splitting the fees with me. He was charging boys $10 a blow job and I was getting half of that. Most of the boys were done within 10-15 minutes so I was making about $20 an hour.

Sean and I maintained a secret relationship for many years after that. We both married and had children with our wives but we always made time to get together for gay sex. We both ended up divorced and so we moved in together and lived as lovers for over a decade.

Meanwhile, Peter p****d me out continuously and found out that grown men pay much more than middle schoolers and we changed the split so I got 3/4 of everything we took in. By 7th grade I was pulling down over $200k a year. When I was 15 I made over $300k but then after that the amount dropped off so by the time I was 20 I only made $80k. I retired at 25 having made almost $2 as a male prostitute. I was VERY busy. Sean could have made double because he was way better looking than me and still is. So I invested my money wisely and now I am able to buy time with hot little boys.

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by Anonymous on May 13, 2015 at 5:47 AM

I loved your confession and # 1's informative comments.
I'm a well endowed bisexual who (at 15) took a part-time job at a plant. One of the men there saw me pissing once began an going private dialogue about my cocks size. One night we were taking a lunch break alone and he asked me how big it was hard and had I fucked any pussy. I had been in a few circle jerks with my cousins but nothing more than watching each other jerk, them talking about my cock and fucked 2 girls. One night that married man told me I could make quadruple my part time earnings by letting gay men suck my cock. That comment got my attention and a few nights later he sucked my cock behind the dumpsters at work and offered to pimp me for a percentage.
I kept my part time job as it gave me the justification to be out with friends from work when I was really being serviced by gay, bisexual and married men from all walks of life. The wisdom of the professional men was more valuable to me than the money. My parents were so naïve they thought my part time job was giving me a lot of new things and helping me mature.
When I was 21 I was attending college 4 hours a day, working a job 8 hours a day and spending an hour or so a day with my professional and married men. Weekends were active as well as some out of town trips and I had enough money to have bought my parents house.
It all came to a screeching halt one evening when I was 22; We lived in a rural area and as I turned into our driveway I saw a bon fire on the front lawn. Dad was running toward my car waving his hands screaming. Mom and both my sisters behind dad with rakes and shovels drawn pounding the hood and front of my car. I revered into the road as dad jumped in to the back seat and I took off. Seems a local queen, jealous his B/F had been paying to suck my cock, got my name and info and came to my house and spilled the beans to my mom and older sisters. The bon fire on the front yard was every procession I owned and every picture my mom had of me.
My dad told me to take my money and leave... and never come back. Not because he didn't want me, but because he loved me so much. That night dad and I shared a hotel room in a near by town as we talked openly for the first time in our lives. My dad admitted to fooling around with men when he was a teen, in the military and a few times since.
That was 36 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday. That next morning I withdrew from college, quit my job and withdrew enough money to move across country. I'd never been more than 250 miles from home but embarked on a 2,000 + mile trip to a place I had only dreamed of.
It took me a week or so to get my bearings before I made my first contact with a man, but this time I didn't have to split the money. Also, I was introduced to providing stud service for women, and it was good and very lucrative. I worked as a loan officer for a mortgage company, attended college 3 nights a week and provided service in between. The money was so good when I began grad school I quit my day job.
I never saw or spoke to my mom or sisters again. I flew dad to visit with me many times and when mom passed dad came to live with me and my partner the last 7 years of his life. My sisters were so angry they never spoke to dad again after he came west. When he passed and I sent him home one of my sisters refused to attend his grave side service. Not much has changed in the south and hustling is still a thriving industry - for men and women. I'm fortunate to have met a man who understood and has been my life for almost 2 decades. I can truly relate to these confessions.

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