Bi-Sexual Male / 22
After a gay friend of mine suggested I try something he'd suggested a month before, I carried it through and walked out of the place two hundred bucks richer.
Let me backtrack a little. I'm a single child to parents who couldn't care less if I was alive or dead. That's because they prefer to waist their lives on white powder. I was struggling to support myself through college when I spoke to Nigel, my gay friend. He suggested, and these are his words "Your a damn fine looking guy, who's got such a tight looking ass. Men would pay good money to have sex with you". The only problems were, I was straight and in a relationship with a very good looking girl. He then added "I've got a friend, a concierge in a hotel who looks after his guests in anyway he can". That morning I told Nigel I wasn't interested, but a month later with my parents both arrested and without any money whatsoever, I text him and told him I'd give it a go.
Meeting "Mr Smith" in his hotel room was the hardest part in some ways. Actually getting through the door. Once I'd met him and realized he was just a guy who wanted sex, I relaxed. When he flopped onto the bed and undid his bathrobe revealing a very sizable fat cock, I did panic a little. But then moment I undressed and took his cock into my mouth, I put myself into what I now call my "Gay mode". Each time I took "Mr Smith" to the verge of cumming, as he'd asked, I squeezed his cock and balls tight, stopping his ejaculation. This carried on for over half an hour before he finally told me suck him clean. Swallowing his cum wasn't a condition he'd asked for, but it was my first time and I did what I thought he'd like me to do. I was paid extra for that, which meant I cleared the full two hundred bucks (20 percent going to the concierge).
The next day Nigel gave me the concierges cell number. A few hours later I got a text from the concierge asking me if I was available for a very important guest of the hotel. Entering the top floor pent house suite was nerve wracking, but like the guy the day before, meeting first the gentleman's "minder" and then the small thin man I was to pleasure, I soon got into "Gay mode". With him though it was a whole new ball game. "Mr Farouq" wanted everything, and I do mean everything.
Over the next few hours I was in his expensive rooms, I learned what I prepared to do for very good money. It turned out, I was very good at giving him everything he asked for. For such a small thin guy "Mr Farouq" had a very large cock and certainly knew how to fuck a younger mans asshole. He also took one hell of a fucking from me too. No one had ever made me sweat the way he did, from all the positions he wanted fucking in. It was if he was trying out every single way of having his ass fucked, and then some. We had a break after and hour and a half, then his minder passed me (Yes he was in one of the other rooms the whole time) a little blue sex pill. I was the hardest I'd ever been after half an hour of "Mr Farouq" sucking on my balls and cock, and licking my asshole. Once again he fucked me first, but he fucked me for much longer than the first time and I got far more enjoyment from feeling his cock pound my asshole. Which was the reason I orgasmed hard as he had me put my feet over my head, with his fat cock fucking so deeply. Before I left that pent house suite, I unloaded all over a very happy mans face and then licked off every drop. The concierge already had a private taxi waiting for me when I walked out. He took his twenty percent and I was driven home with fifteen hundred dollars in my back pocket.
And so it went on for three years. I stopped with the "Gay mode" eight months ago, and moved into a very large expensive fully paid for house with my fiancee. She for her part has been a rock for me. She's known all along how I funded myself through college and how I financed and started my own business. Nigel now works for me and is a very loyal trusted friend. I don't visit the hotel for sex anymore, but I have occasionally met "Mr Farouq" when he's been in town elsewhere. Each time he's invested heavily in my future, as well as fucking my ass. His last contribution lead to the start of my business. The only other person I now see from my past life, is the concierge who's become a very close almost father like figure to me. A strange one I know, but far more interested and involved in my life, than my parents ever were.
Let me backtrack a little. I'm a single child to parents who couldn't care less if I was alive or dead. That's because they prefer to waist their lives on white powder. I was struggling to support myself through college when I spoke to Nigel, my gay friend. He suggested, and these are his words "Your a damn fine looking guy, who's got such a tight looking ass. Men would pay good money to have sex with you". The only problems were, I was straight and in a relationship with a very good looking girl. He then added "I've got a friend, a concierge in a hotel who looks after his guests in anyway he can". That morning I told Nigel I wasn't interested, but a month later with my parents both arrested and without any money whatsoever, I text him and told him I'd give it a go.
Meeting "Mr Smith" in his hotel room was the hardest part in some ways. Actually getting through the door. Once I'd met him and realized he was just a guy who wanted sex, I relaxed. When he flopped onto the bed and undid his bathrobe revealing a very sizable fat cock, I did panic a little. But then moment I undressed and took his cock into my mouth, I put myself into what I now call my "Gay mode". Each time I took "Mr Smith" to the verge of cumming, as he'd asked, I squeezed his cock and balls tight, stopping his ejaculation. This carried on for over half an hour before he finally told me suck him clean. Swallowing his cum wasn't a condition he'd asked for, but it was my first time and I did what I thought he'd like me to do. I was paid extra for that, which meant I cleared the full two hundred bucks (20 percent going to the concierge).
The next day Nigel gave me the concierges cell number. A few hours later I got a text from the concierge asking me if I was available for a very important guest of the hotel. Entering the top floor pent house suite was nerve wracking, but like the guy the day before, meeting first the gentleman's "minder" and then the small thin man I was to pleasure, I soon got into "Gay mode". With him though it was a whole new ball game. "Mr Farouq" wanted everything, and I do mean everything.
Over the next few hours I was in his expensive rooms, I learned what I prepared to do for very good money. It turned out, I was very good at giving him everything he asked for. For such a small thin guy "Mr Farouq" had a very large cock and certainly knew how to fuck a younger mans asshole. He also took one hell of a fucking from me too. No one had ever made me sweat the way he did, from all the positions he wanted fucking in. It was if he was trying out every single way of having his ass fucked, and then some. We had a break after and hour and a half, then his minder passed me (Yes he was in one of the other rooms the whole time) a little blue sex pill. I was the hardest I'd ever been after half an hour of "Mr Farouq" sucking on my balls and cock, and licking my asshole. Once again he fucked me first, but he fucked me for much longer than the first time and I got far more enjoyment from feeling his cock pound my asshole. Which was the reason I orgasmed hard as he had me put my feet over my head, with his fat cock fucking so deeply. Before I left that pent house suite, I unloaded all over a very happy mans face and then licked off every drop. The concierge already had a private taxi waiting for me when I walked out. He took his twenty percent and I was driven home with fifteen hundred dollars in my back pocket.
And so it went on for three years. I stopped with the "Gay mode" eight months ago, and moved into a very large expensive fully paid for house with my fiancee. She for her part has been a rock for me. She's known all along how I funded myself through college and how I financed and started my own business. Nigel now works for me and is a very loyal trusted friend. I don't visit the hotel for sex anymore, but I have occasionally met "Mr Farouq" when he's been in town elsewhere. Each time he's invested heavily in my future, as well as fucking my ass. His last contribution lead to the start of my business. The only other person I now see from my past life, is the concierge who's become a very close almost father like figure to me. A strange one I know, but far more interested and involved in my life, than my parents ever were.
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