Gay Male / 69
It Was Just Luck That I Met Greg Who Taught Me The Ways Of The Trade
I was between college and finishing and had dropped out for a semester and took a job working for downtown hotel as a bellman. I got the 3-11 shift and worked with two other guys. One of the guys was Greg. He was from San Francisco and had long hair, as long as they would let him wear it at the hotel. He was assigned to show me the ropes and during one of the treks back to the front desk he told me that the real tips were made with customers that wanted help with stuff from outside of the hotel. Like liquor, or special kinds of cigarettes, or young girls that were otherwise going to sleep on the street. Or young boys. Especially boys. If you hooked up with a man that wanted boys you could make more money in a night than you would in a month of carrying bags.
In the elevator he told me that man that we had just helped get his luggage to his room was looking for young boy to come up later that evening. Was I interested? I could make a hundred bucks for a couple of hours, just make sure you took a shower with him first. How about it? If I was with him on that he would tell the guest that I would be up there around 11:15 after I got off. And that's how Greg put me in his stable and rented me out to guests. He had rules, he scoped out the guest first, most of the time he collected up front and I went up for a couple of hours after work. Some guests were into all the weird stuff, others just wanted to suck my dick, and some were into me taking my place under them on the bed.
One night during a convention that was in town Greg lined me up with a man that seemed to have lots of money. Expensive watch, clothes, shoes, suitcases. And he was ok with 200 for a couple of hours around midnight. I had dinner before going up. He was waiting and let me in. He was in a night shirt, nothing underneath. He was quick to get me to undress and stand around for him. He played with my dick and sucked it a little and told me to suck him so I did. He went to the bathroom and called me in and told me to suck his dick clean.
Then he got hard, his dick was the biggest I had seen. He wanted to get on me, and 'make it hurt'. He made it happen without any gel and it hurt, it hurt and burned, which just made him do it harder and when he pulled out I was bleeding. He liked that, it was a win for him. It was at that time that I understood what tearing a new asshole meant. He kept me a couple of hours and I left and went home.
When I woke up the next morning I still hurt and it burned. I had bright red blood on the tissue. I wasn't able to make it to work or see other guests during the convention. I ended up having to see a proctologist who took great pleasure and teasing me about how big the guy was and had to give me a stitch where you never want a needle and thread.
That semester I made enough to pay for my next semester. I became a regular for Greg and he gave me to good customers, who paid well and tipped. He kept half and I got half, a half more than I would have gotten on my own. I moved to New York after college and worked in a midtown hotel and got on with a guy who set you up with guests who were willing to pay. I did make it a habit that I had to have gel, I wasn't going to go through that kind of a pain in the butt again.
I made a good living, better than most of the college kids that went to school with me.
In the elevator he told me that man that we had just helped get his luggage to his room was looking for young boy to come up later that evening. Was I interested? I could make a hundred bucks for a couple of hours, just make sure you took a shower with him first. How about it? If I was with him on that he would tell the guest that I would be up there around 11:15 after I got off. And that's how Greg put me in his stable and rented me out to guests. He had rules, he scoped out the guest first, most of the time he collected up front and I went up for a couple of hours after work. Some guests were into all the weird stuff, others just wanted to suck my dick, and some were into me taking my place under them on the bed.
One night during a convention that was in town Greg lined me up with a man that seemed to have lots of money. Expensive watch, clothes, shoes, suitcases. And he was ok with 200 for a couple of hours around midnight. I had dinner before going up. He was waiting and let me in. He was in a night shirt, nothing underneath. He was quick to get me to undress and stand around for him. He played with my dick and sucked it a little and told me to suck him so I did. He went to the bathroom and called me in and told me to suck his dick clean.
Then he got hard, his dick was the biggest I had seen. He wanted to get on me, and 'make it hurt'. He made it happen without any gel and it hurt, it hurt and burned, which just made him do it harder and when he pulled out I was bleeding. He liked that, it was a win for him. It was at that time that I understood what tearing a new asshole meant. He kept me a couple of hours and I left and went home.
When I woke up the next morning I still hurt and it burned. I had bright red blood on the tissue. I wasn't able to make it to work or see other guests during the convention. I ended up having to see a proctologist who took great pleasure and teasing me about how big the guy was and had to give me a stitch where you never want a needle and thread.
That semester I made enough to pay for my next semester. I became a regular for Greg and he gave me to good customers, who paid well and tipped. He kept half and I got half, a half more than I would have gotten on my own. I moved to New York after college and worked in a midtown hotel and got on with a guy who set you up with guests who were willing to pay. I did make it a habit that I had to have gel, I wasn't going to go through that kind of a pain in the butt again.
I made a good living, better than most of the college kids that went to school with me.
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