Career Counseling
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Tuesday, 5:15 PM
I just got back to the room. I'm a big fan of sleep and I'd be happy to take a quick nap after this afternoon’s marathon. But, I do have plans with Donald. I'm going to take a long time in the shower, give myself a close shave, trim the pubes, and try to plump up my skin with some fancy face cream. I definitely don't want to look worn out.
Tuesday, 6:45 PM
Between you and me, I'm very nervous. I'm here 15 minutes early. I want to get a good seat that gives me a clear view of the entrance. I'm wearing one of the six shirts Mike bought for me and carrying a copy of Sports Illustrated. No, it's not for me to read. I told Donald that I would have it, so he could confirm who I was.
Tuesday, 7:30 PM
I've been scanning the entrance, but no sign of Donald. Sure, a few men mostly fit the description, but not so much as a glance in my direction from any of them. I didn't want to drink before he got here, but I'm just too nervous, so I ordered my regular, a dirty martini.
Tuesday, 8:30 PM
No sign of him. I've come to the conclusion that I've been stood up and I'm an idiot. I was probably emailing with a 16 year old kid trying to be funny. You'd think that even after my afternoon with Jason I'd be more confident. Instead I start thinking, "Who am I to think that I could be an escort? I'm 37 in a market filled with twenty-somethings." I don't want to wallow in my sorrow, but this really hurts. I've been nursing that one drink for an hour and the bartender is looking at me wondering when I'll leave. Probably soon, I need to find a cheaper place to get drunk.
Tuesday, 8:40 PM
I have my check and I'm about to get up when someone sits down next to me. He orders a 32 ounce draft beer and the bartender checks his ID. The bartender takes his time looking at the ID but finally brings the very large draft. He takes a sip of his beer while I take a quick scan of him. He has the corn fed, Middle America look down to a "T". If I had seen him on the street, I would have guessed him to be 17 or 18 tops. He's white, very white. I'm guessing he's used sunscreen every day of his life. His darn brown hair is cut high and tight. Even though he's sitting, I'm guessing he's taller than I am. He's also very lanky. Probably no more than 150 lbs. He'll fill out in the coming years, but for now he's a beanpole. He's wearing a short sleeve button down shirt and khakis. The only jewelry he wears is what looks to be a runner's watch. I mean no disrespect, but he looks like a missionary. My dick starts to tingle at the thought of this. Donald who?
Tuesday, 8:45 PM
My dick sends and emergency message to my brain and I call the bartender over and tell him that I've changed my mind and I'll have another. Even if it leads nowhere I want to talk to the fine young man next to me. Thankfully, before I finish thinking of how to break the ice, he raises his drink to mine and says, "Cheers."
I reply, "Cheers. So, are you enjoying your time in Vegas?"
"I've never been here before; my parent's wouldn't allow it. It's amazing!"
"I know, I've been here before but I'm always blown away every time I drive down the Strip. By the way, I'm Ray."
"Hi Ray, I'm Caleb," he says as he extends his right hand for a shake.
For the next 30 minutes or so we make small talk about all of the casinos, the shows, the restaurants, the gambling, and the smoking. When the conversation starts to lull, I ask him, "If they don't approve, what made you come?"
Even though I'm still nursing my same drink, he's on to his second 32 ounce beer.
"Ahh, it's a long story, you probably don't want to know."
"Don't worry, I have nothing but time tonight." Yes, I know I'm probably being nosey, but I could really use someone to talk to and why not have a conversation with a handsome man?
"Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to talk it out with someone," he replies. He then flags down the bartender and orders a double shot of Jack Daniels. As soon as the drink arrives he slams it down followed by several chugs of his beer.
After a slight shiver, he continues, "Where was I? Oh, yeah, why I am I here? I'm here because all of my family and friends expect me to marry Jeanine and I just can't do it. They don't even know I'm here. When I took the camper I told them I needed to go hiking in the woods to read the Bible. Actually, I just needed to escape and Las Vegas sounded much better to me than the woods." He then signals the bartender for another double. I think I'm getting more than I bargained for.
The drink arrives and he pounds it as fast as the first JD.
"Caleb, I don't know you, but you might want to slow down with the alcohol. You'll make yourself sick."
I sense a storm is brewing within him as he continues, "Well, maybe I want to be sick. I just graduated college last spring and now I'm expected to get married and settle down. Not that she's not a great girl, she is. I know she'll make a great mother. From the time I was little, our church taught me to find the right woman and settle down. I just don't think I can."
"Why not?"
He sits back in silence and stares at the television. Tears start to form, but he quickly wipes them away.
I put my hand on his shoulder and say, "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
"How do you know? I'm going to Hell for all eternity. It doesn't get worse than that."
I can't say a thing; I just keep my hand on his shoulder.
"I have these feelings, feelings that I'm supposed to have for Jeanine, I have...I have...I have for guys. I've prayed every day for as long as I can remember and still I have these feelings." He actually says it loud enough for more than a few bar patrons to hear.
"Caleb," I forcefully interject, "I'm gay too. It's not the end of the world." At this point I ask for the check, pay it quickly and do my best to get us out of the bar. I need to get him out of the bar before he melts down. All the alcohol he's drunk will start taking effect very soon and I’d hate to see him get sick in the bar.
I can see his steps get more unsteady as we make our way through the gaming floor, heading towards the exit. I feel like I should stay with him until he sobers up a bit to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.
We find a bench outside and he starts to talk. It’s very emotional. He’s spilling his guts to me and I let him talk. He seems to really need to let someone into his head.
I just got back to the room. I'm a big fan of sleep and I'd be happy to take a quick nap after this afternoon’s marathon. But, I do have plans with Donald. I'm going to take a long time in the shower, give myself a close shave, trim the pubes, and try to plump up my skin with some fancy face cream. I definitely don't want to look worn out.
Tuesday, 6:45 PM
Between you and me, I'm very nervous. I'm here 15 minutes early. I want to get a good seat that gives me a clear view of the entrance. I'm wearing one of the six shirts Mike bought for me and carrying a copy of Sports Illustrated. No, it's not for me to read. I told Donald that I would have it, so he could confirm who I was.
Tuesday, 7:30 PM
I've been scanning the entrance, but no sign of Donald. Sure, a few men mostly fit the description, but not so much as a glance in my direction from any of them. I didn't want to drink before he got here, but I'm just too nervous, so I ordered my regular, a dirty martini.
Tuesday, 8:30 PM
No sign of him. I've come to the conclusion that I've been stood up and I'm an idiot. I was probably emailing with a 16 year old kid trying to be funny. You'd think that even after my afternoon with Jason I'd be more confident. Instead I start thinking, "Who am I to think that I could be an escort? I'm 37 in a market filled with twenty-somethings." I don't want to wallow in my sorrow, but this really hurts. I've been nursing that one drink for an hour and the bartender is looking at me wondering when I'll leave. Probably soon, I need to find a cheaper place to get drunk.
Tuesday, 8:40 PM
I have my check and I'm about to get up when someone sits down next to me. He orders a 32 ounce draft beer and the bartender checks his ID. The bartender takes his time looking at the ID but finally brings the very large draft. He takes a sip of his beer while I take a quick scan of him. He has the corn fed, Middle America look down to a "T". If I had seen him on the street, I would have guessed him to be 17 or 18 tops. He's white, very white. I'm guessing he's used sunscreen every day of his life. His darn brown hair is cut high and tight. Even though he's sitting, I'm guessing he's taller than I am. He's also very lanky. Probably no more than 150 lbs. He'll fill out in the coming years, but for now he's a beanpole. He's wearing a short sleeve button down shirt and khakis. The only jewelry he wears is what looks to be a runner's watch. I mean no disrespect, but he looks like a missionary. My dick starts to tingle at the thought of this. Donald who?
Tuesday, 8:45 PM
My dick sends and emergency message to my brain and I call the bartender over and tell him that I've changed my mind and I'll have another. Even if it leads nowhere I want to talk to the fine young man next to me. Thankfully, before I finish thinking of how to break the ice, he raises his drink to mine and says, "Cheers."
I reply, "Cheers. So, are you enjoying your time in Vegas?"
"I've never been here before; my parent's wouldn't allow it. It's amazing!"
"I know, I've been here before but I'm always blown away every time I drive down the Strip. By the way, I'm Ray."
"Hi Ray, I'm Caleb," he says as he extends his right hand for a shake.
For the next 30 minutes or so we make small talk about all of the casinos, the shows, the restaurants, the gambling, and the smoking. When the conversation starts to lull, I ask him, "If they don't approve, what made you come?"
Even though I'm still nursing my same drink, he's on to his second 32 ounce beer.
"Ahh, it's a long story, you probably don't want to know."
"Don't worry, I have nothing but time tonight." Yes, I know I'm probably being nosey, but I could really use someone to talk to and why not have a conversation with a handsome man?
"Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to talk it out with someone," he replies. He then flags down the bartender and orders a double shot of Jack Daniels. As soon as the drink arrives he slams it down followed by several chugs of his beer.
After a slight shiver, he continues, "Where was I? Oh, yeah, why I am I here? I'm here because all of my family and friends expect me to marry Jeanine and I just can't do it. They don't even know I'm here. When I took the camper I told them I needed to go hiking in the woods to read the Bible. Actually, I just needed to escape and Las Vegas sounded much better to me than the woods." He then signals the bartender for another double. I think I'm getting more than I bargained for.
The drink arrives and he pounds it as fast as the first JD.
"Caleb, I don't know you, but you might want to slow down with the alcohol. You'll make yourself sick."
I sense a storm is brewing within him as he continues, "Well, maybe I want to be sick. I just graduated college last spring and now I'm expected to get married and settle down. Not that she's not a great girl, she is. I know she'll make a great mother. From the time I was little, our church taught me to find the right woman and settle down. I just don't think I can."
"Why not?"
He sits back in silence and stares at the television. Tears start to form, but he quickly wipes them away.
I put my hand on his shoulder and say, "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
"How do you know? I'm going to Hell for all eternity. It doesn't get worse than that."
I can't say a thing; I just keep my hand on his shoulder.
"I have these feelings, feelings that I'm supposed to have for Jeanine, I have...I have...I have for guys. I've prayed every day for as long as I can remember and still I have these feelings." He actually says it loud enough for more than a few bar patrons to hear.
"Caleb," I forcefully interject, "I'm gay too. It's not the end of the world." At this point I ask for the check, pay it quickly and do my best to get us out of the bar. I need to get him out of the bar before he melts down. All the alcohol he's drunk will start taking effect very soon and I’d hate to see him get sick in the bar.
I can see his steps get more unsteady as we make our way through the gaming floor, heading towards the exit. I feel like I should stay with him until he sobers up a bit to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.
We find a bench outside and he starts to talk. It’s very emotional. He’s spilling his guts to me and I let him talk. He seems to really need to let someone into his head.
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Tuesday, 11:30 PM
I look at my watch; I can't believe we've been out here for almost two hours. But, thankfully, I can tell that’s he’s pulling it together. I'm surprised when he says, “Ray, can I come back to your room? I’m getting cold and I don’t want to be alone.”
Who am I to disagree? Luckily my hotel is just across the strip so we don't even have to bother with a cab.
Tuesday, 11:25 PM
It takes us twenty five minutes to cross the street and make it back to my room (everything is damn far apart in this town). Once back in the room he sits in the chair and I prop up the pillows and sit up against the headboard. He seems lost in thought and I'm just lost in impure thoughts.
After a long silence he asks, "So, what do we do now?"
"We don't have to do anything."
"But, I want to."
I get up, move to the end of the bed and tell him to sit next to me.
"What would you like to do?"
"I don't know. I've never been with a man. I've never even been with a woman."
How often do I get a chance and a responsibility like this?
"I'm guessing your parents never spoke much about sex."
"Uh, like never."
I rest my hand on his clothed thigh. I can feel him shaking.
"How about we start with a kiss?"
"I think I can do that," he says with the smallest of smiles.
I stand up and motion him to follow. We're now facing each other. He is taller than I am. I put my hands on either side of his head and draw him near. I begin to softly kiss his lips. At first he doesn't do anything but he doesn't pull away. I think his mind is in complete overload. I move my hand down to his butt as I start to nibble on his upper lip. I pull him closer and his firming cock lets me know that even though he's nervous he's enjoying himself. He jumps backwards when I try to place my tongue into his mouth.
"What's wrong? Jeanine never tried that?"
"I never knew you could use your tongue."
This boy is green.
The kissing continues for quite some time. I want to savor every moment with him and I'm sure he's too nervous to make the next move.
But, as soon as I’ve decided he’s too nervous, he pulls back a bit and starts to unbutton MY shirt. All I can do is smile.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment for as long as I can remember,” he says as he slowly unbuttons the shirt, exposing my hairy chest. Once open, he starts to rub my pecs. I sense from his tentative movement that this really is his first time.
“Ray, is this okay?” he asks with a concerned look.
“It’s more than okay, it’s wonderful.” It takes all of my will to keep me from yanking out my throbbing tool. He’s probably never seen many cocks and I doubt he’s ever seen one as long as mine; I don’t want to scare him. I’m also reminded of Dan Savage’s campsite rule: when having sex with someone much younger than yourself leave that person in better shape than you found him.
I gently move his hands down and start to unbutton his shirt. He tenses a bit when I go for the first button. I stop and look up at him.
“No, please keep going.”
I then proceed to unbutton the shirt, push it past his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He’s just what I fantasized he would be. He’s pale white with a few freckles on his shoulders, no fat, and just the smallest treasure trail below his belly button. There’s not even much hair under his arms.
He gets a bit bold and pushes my shirt off too.
“I wish I was as built and hairy as you.”
“Caleb, don’t rush it. You may never get as hairy as me, but you’ll be able to get bigger as you get older. But seriously, don’t rush it. Enjoy your youth!”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tight. I resume kissing him. I’m rock hard from the feeling of his nubile skin against my hairy chest. Even though we’re both still wearing our pants, I feel that his cock is hard and fairly sizeable. He’s now using his hands to feel every inch of my torso, arms and head. His tentative movements have given way to a strong (almost too strong) masculine touch. Without any instruction from me he takes his mouth and starts to kiss my chest. At this point I could cum in my pants very easily.
“Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Why, don’t you like it? My college roommate Nathaniel had a few porn DVDs. We’d watch them and jerk off. I’d tell him that I thought the girls were super hot, but I’d really be watching him and the guys on the screen.”
“Caleb, that’s too hot. I wish I had a roommate like that when I was in college. What you might not have learned in those straight videos is that gay men sometimes like their nipples licked, pinched, and nibbled.”
That’s all the hint he needed to go to work on my nipples. In his haste to expand his repertoire, he clamped down a bit too hard. I recoiled a bit and said, “Dude, absolutely no worries. Some guys love it rough, but I like it a bit softer.” I could tell that he was getting more comfortable with me because he didn’t try to apologize; he just eased up but continued working. I think he’s even more insatiable than Mike and he’s trying so hard to please me.
“You know, I even like it when a guy sniffs and licks my pits.” FYI, “like” is an understatement. I can barely get the words out before he pushes my arms up and alternates between my two pits. I love this feeling and I’m glad that he doesn’t think it’s gross.
After a few minutes of playing with my pits, he asks, “What should I do now?”
“Caleb, you don’t have to ask that. What would you like to do now?”
Hesitatingly he replies, “I don’t know, is that bad?”
“Caleb, I promise, nothing is bad right now. But, how about we lay down on the bed for a bit?”
I look at my watch; I can't believe we've been out here for almost two hours. But, thankfully, I can tell that’s he’s pulling it together. I'm surprised when he says, “Ray, can I come back to your room? I’m getting cold and I don’t want to be alone.”
Who am I to disagree? Luckily my hotel is just across the strip so we don't even have to bother with a cab.
Tuesday, 11:25 PM
It takes us twenty five minutes to cross the street and make it back to my room (everything is damn far apart in this town). Once back in the room he sits in the chair and I prop up the pillows and sit up against the headboard. He seems lost in thought and I'm just lost in impure thoughts.
After a long silence he asks, "So, what do we do now?"
"We don't have to do anything."
"But, I want to."
I get up, move to the end of the bed and tell him to sit next to me.
"What would you like to do?"
"I don't know. I've never been with a man. I've never even been with a woman."
How often do I get a chance and a responsibility like this?
"I'm guessing your parents never spoke much about sex."
"Uh, like never."
I rest my hand on his clothed thigh. I can feel him shaking.
"How about we start with a kiss?"
"I think I can do that," he says with the smallest of smiles.
I stand up and motion him to follow. We're now facing each other. He is taller than I am. I put my hands on either side of his head and draw him near. I begin to softly kiss his lips. At first he doesn't do anything but he doesn't pull away. I think his mind is in complete overload. I move my hand down to his butt as I start to nibble on his upper lip. I pull him closer and his firming cock lets me know that even though he's nervous he's enjoying himself. He jumps backwards when I try to place my tongue into his mouth.
"What's wrong? Jeanine never tried that?"
"I never knew you could use your tongue."
This boy is green.
The kissing continues for quite some time. I want to savor every moment with him and I'm sure he's too nervous to make the next move.
But, as soon as I’ve decided he’s too nervous, he pulls back a bit and starts to unbutton MY shirt. All I can do is smile.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment for as long as I can remember,” he says as he slowly unbuttons the shirt, exposing my hairy chest. Once open, he starts to rub my pecs. I sense from his tentative movement that this really is his first time.
“Ray, is this okay?” he asks with a concerned look.
“It’s more than okay, it’s wonderful.” It takes all of my will to keep me from yanking out my throbbing tool. He’s probably never seen many cocks and I doubt he’s ever seen one as long as mine; I don’t want to scare him. I’m also reminded of Dan Savage’s campsite rule: when having sex with someone much younger than yourself leave that person in better shape than you found him.
I gently move his hands down and start to unbutton his shirt. He tenses a bit when I go for the first button. I stop and look up at him.
“No, please keep going.”
I then proceed to unbutton the shirt, push it past his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He’s just what I fantasized he would be. He’s pale white with a few freckles on his shoulders, no fat, and just the smallest treasure trail below his belly button. There’s not even much hair under his arms.
He gets a bit bold and pushes my shirt off too.
“I wish I was as built and hairy as you.”
“Caleb, don’t rush it. You may never get as hairy as me, but you’ll be able to get bigger as you get older. But seriously, don’t rush it. Enjoy your youth!”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tight. I resume kissing him. I’m rock hard from the feeling of his nubile skin against my hairy chest. Even though we’re both still wearing our pants, I feel that his cock is hard and fairly sizeable. He’s now using his hands to feel every inch of my torso, arms and head. His tentative movements have given way to a strong (almost too strong) masculine touch. Without any instruction from me he takes his mouth and starts to kiss my chest. At this point I could cum in my pants very easily.
“Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Why, don’t you like it? My college roommate Nathaniel had a few porn DVDs. We’d watch them and jerk off. I’d tell him that I thought the girls were super hot, but I’d really be watching him and the guys on the screen.”
“Caleb, that’s too hot. I wish I had a roommate like that when I was in college. What you might not have learned in those straight videos is that gay men sometimes like their nipples licked, pinched, and nibbled.”
That’s all the hint he needed to go to work on my nipples. In his haste to expand his repertoire, he clamped down a bit too hard. I recoiled a bit and said, “Dude, absolutely no worries. Some guys love it rough, but I like it a bit softer.” I could tell that he was getting more comfortable with me because he didn’t try to apologize; he just eased up but continued working. I think he’s even more insatiable than Mike and he’s trying so hard to please me.
“You know, I even like it when a guy sniffs and licks my pits.” FYI, “like” is an understatement. I can barely get the words out before he pushes my arms up and alternates between my two pits. I love this feeling and I’m glad that he doesn’t think it’s gross.
After a few minutes of playing with my pits, he asks, “What should I do now?”
“Caleb, you don’t have to ask that. What would you like to do now?”
Hesitatingly he replies, “I don’t know, is that bad?”
“Caleb, I promise, nothing is bad right now. But, how about we lay down on the bed for a bit?”
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Wednesday, 12:20 AM
Yep, we’ve been at it almost an hour and I still haven’t seen what’s below his waist. Quickly we pull of our shoes and hop on the bed. I roll him on his back and lay on top of him. His moans let me know he like this. I take my time kissing his face and then work my way to his left ear and start to nibble. Almost immediately he’s moaning and thrusting his hips into mine.
He’s barely able to say, “I never knew my ears could make me feel like that.”
Cue the campsite rule, “Caleb, sex isn’t just limited to sticking dicks in mouths and asses. If it’s good, the entire body can take part.”
I sit up, straddling his thighs. I’m just admiring his chest with my eyes and my hands. With as light a touch as I can muster, I try to touch every part of him. He just closes his eyes and moans softly.
Once again, I’m wondering if he wants to go further. As much as I want to fuck his brains out, I really want this to be a positive experience for him. Once again my question is answered when he starts to rub my crotch with his hands.
In a surprisingly nonchalant voice he says, “I want to see all of you.”
“And I would love to see all of you, but I don’t want to rush at all. How about we just take off the pants for now?”
My star pupil doesn’t question me a bit as I get off the bed. He is at my side within seconds. With the biggest grin on his face, he unbuttons my pants and sticks his hand between the denim and my underwear.
“Hold on there, soldier.” I can tell he wants to see me completely naked but I want to make this last all night if possible. I pull his hand out and say, “One step at a time, why don’t you take off my jeans first?” They’re tight fitting but he’s able to get them down to my feet fairly quickly. My rock hard eight and a half inches are clearly visible through my black Calvin Klein’s. I now reach over and unbutton his khakis. They’re looser than my jeans and they easily fall to his ankles. Anyone who says that basic white Hanes are not sexy hasn’t seen Caleb model them. He oozes an innocent sexiness that I last saw in middle school when I was messing around with my best friend Brian. (That’s another story for another day…
“Stand back a bit, Caleb, I want to admire your beautiful body.” I say his body, but I’m stuck looking at his cock. Even through the briefs I’m completely amazed at its size. No joke, I think he’s longer than me. No shit, this fine young man probably thinks all cocks are over eight!
“I can’t take this, I need to see your cock,” he says as he pulls my underwear down my legs exposing my beautiful tool. I can’t hold back either and I pull his briefs to the floor. Fuck, he’s at least 9” with really big low hangers. He’s visibly dripping pre-cum. I drop to my knees and take as much of it in my mouth as I can. The last few inches just won’t fit and I wrap my left hand around the base and reach around with my other hand and starting massaging his asshole with my index finger. So much for taking it slow.
Even if he wants to pull out, I won’t let him. His increasingly loud moans and thrusting lets me know I’m on the right track. From my current vantage point, all I can really see is his thick dark brown bush and all I can smell is his intoxicating musk. Considering his age and how long we’ve been going at it, it’s no surprise that I bring him to the edge rather quickly.
“Oh Ray, I think I’m going to ejaculate.”
His thrusting becomes more violent and staccato and I feel like gagging. But, I am determined to make him shoot his load in my mouth. He then lets out a primal scream and my mouth fills with his warm load. Pump after pump fills my mouth. I swallow as fast I can, only to have him fill my mouth again. After at least 10 pumps the fire hose starts to run dry. I finally let him pull his cock out. Exhausted he walks backwards to the bed and lays down. I follow him back to the bed and lay next to him. I see he’s tearing up a little.
Wednesday, 1:30 AM
Yes, another amazing hour has passed.
“Caleb, is everything okay?”
“That was so powerful, it’s better than I could have imagined. I was so worried I wouldn’t like being with a man.”
“I’m glad you like it, because we’re not done yet. By the way, I loved it too. I don’t know if you know, but your cock is amazing. Most cocks are 3” shorter than yours.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said with a smile. “I may be young and country, but I’m not that clueless. Ray, I think I want you to fuck me. I want you to be the first.”
That statement blew me away. I would have been happy at this point just jerking off on his chest. He’s definitely seen my cock, he knows it’s large, and he still wants it.
“Caleb, I’ll be happy to oblige. But, we need to have a bit of a talk first.” Yes, the campfire rule is back. “Anal sex is a big step. You can have a great sex life even without it. But, when you want to do it, you always need to make sure your partner wears a condom. Never ever let a guy fuck you without one. And you can never ever fuck a guy without one either. It’s not safe; it could cost you your life. If a guy tells you that if you loved him you wouldn’t make him wear one, kick his sleazy ass to the curb. I hate to sound preachy, but AIDS is no joke. While I’m at it, never ever do anything or anyone that makes you uncomfortable. Trust your instincts.” I hate to say it, but I feel like the hooker with a heart. Eat your heart out Julia “Pretty Woman” Roberts.
“You mean the instinct that told me to sit next to you at the bar?” he replied.
“You mean you were trying to pick me up?”
“No, Ray, I didn’t mean that. I meant to say that I was lonely and you looked like a good guy, someone I could talk to. In my wildest dreams, I never thought it would lead to this.”
“Caleb I’m flattered. But as you can see, I’m more than talk.”
“Does this mean you’ll still fuck me?”
My cock, which had gone soft during my little speech, perks back up with his comment. “Of course. Roll over on your stomach and get ready for the time of your life.”
Once on his stomach, I take the time to admire his body. His back is as pale as his chest. His arms reveal a bit of farmer's tan. His forearms have a slight covering of hair, somewhat lighter than the hair on his head. His ass is a thing of beauty. As many squats as I do, I’ll never have a bubble butt as fine as his. What surprises me about his ass is the hair. Unlike the rest of his body, his legs and ass have a medium covering of dark brown hair. I’m playing with myself just admiring him.
I shove my face into his hairy taint and admire his fine smell. As soon as I start to explore it with my tongue, he says, “I never knew you could do that.”
I don’t say a word; I just spread his legs a bit more and start licking his balls. Obligingly he arches his ass up to give me better access. I so want to rim him, but I’m doing my best to take my time. I want him to enjoy and remember everything. I rub my hands along his thighs. The hair is coarser than that on his arms and the sensation is making my dick tingle with anticipation. I take my time sticking each of his balls in my mouth.
“Ray, that’s so hot, I never ever dreamed of having my balls sucked.”
I can’t wait any more as I place my hands on his firm butt. I spread his cheeks and stick my tongue in his hole. He lets out a surprised moan and manages to shove his ass up even further. Natural born bottom anyone?
That's all for tonight, but there is more to come!
Yep, we’ve been at it almost an hour and I still haven’t seen what’s below his waist. Quickly we pull of our shoes and hop on the bed. I roll him on his back and lay on top of him. His moans let me know he like this. I take my time kissing his face and then work my way to his left ear and start to nibble. Almost immediately he’s moaning and thrusting his hips into mine.
He’s barely able to say, “I never knew my ears could make me feel like that.”
Cue the campsite rule, “Caleb, sex isn’t just limited to sticking dicks in mouths and asses. If it’s good, the entire body can take part.”
I sit up, straddling his thighs. I’m just admiring his chest with my eyes and my hands. With as light a touch as I can muster, I try to touch every part of him. He just closes his eyes and moans softly.
Once again, I’m wondering if he wants to go further. As much as I want to fuck his brains out, I really want this to be a positive experience for him. Once again my question is answered when he starts to rub my crotch with his hands.
In a surprisingly nonchalant voice he says, “I want to see all of you.”
“And I would love to see all of you, but I don’t want to rush at all. How about we just take off the pants for now?”
My star pupil doesn’t question me a bit as I get off the bed. He is at my side within seconds. With the biggest grin on his face, he unbuttons my pants and sticks his hand between the denim and my underwear.
“Hold on there, soldier.” I can tell he wants to see me completely naked but I want to make this last all night if possible. I pull his hand out and say, “One step at a time, why don’t you take off my jeans first?” They’re tight fitting but he’s able to get them down to my feet fairly quickly. My rock hard eight and a half inches are clearly visible through my black Calvin Klein’s. I now reach over and unbutton his khakis. They’re looser than my jeans and they easily fall to his ankles. Anyone who says that basic white Hanes are not sexy hasn’t seen Caleb model them. He oozes an innocent sexiness that I last saw in middle school when I was messing around with my best friend Brian. (That’s another story for another day…
“Stand back a bit, Caleb, I want to admire your beautiful body.” I say his body, but I’m stuck looking at his cock. Even through the briefs I’m completely amazed at its size. No joke, I think he’s longer than me. No shit, this fine young man probably thinks all cocks are over eight!
“I can’t take this, I need to see your cock,” he says as he pulls my underwear down my legs exposing my beautiful tool. I can’t hold back either and I pull his briefs to the floor. Fuck, he’s at least 9” with really big low hangers. He’s visibly dripping pre-cum. I drop to my knees and take as much of it in my mouth as I can. The last few inches just won’t fit and I wrap my left hand around the base and reach around with my other hand and starting massaging his asshole with my index finger. So much for taking it slow.
Even if he wants to pull out, I won’t let him. His increasingly loud moans and thrusting lets me know I’m on the right track. From my current vantage point, all I can really see is his thick dark brown bush and all I can smell is his intoxicating musk. Considering his age and how long we’ve been going at it, it’s no surprise that I bring him to the edge rather quickly.
“Oh Ray, I think I’m going to ejaculate.”
His thrusting becomes more violent and staccato and I feel like gagging. But, I am determined to make him shoot his load in my mouth. He then lets out a primal scream and my mouth fills with his warm load. Pump after pump fills my mouth. I swallow as fast I can, only to have him fill my mouth again. After at least 10 pumps the fire hose starts to run dry. I finally let him pull his cock out. Exhausted he walks backwards to the bed and lays down. I follow him back to the bed and lay next to him. I see he’s tearing up a little.
Wednesday, 1:30 AM
Yes, another amazing hour has passed.
“Caleb, is everything okay?”
“That was so powerful, it’s better than I could have imagined. I was so worried I wouldn’t like being with a man.”
“I’m glad you like it, because we’re not done yet. By the way, I loved it too. I don’t know if you know, but your cock is amazing. Most cocks are 3” shorter than yours.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said with a smile. “I may be young and country, but I’m not that clueless. Ray, I think I want you to fuck me. I want you to be the first.”
That statement blew me away. I would have been happy at this point just jerking off on his chest. He’s definitely seen my cock, he knows it’s large, and he still wants it.
“Caleb, I’ll be happy to oblige. But, we need to have a bit of a talk first.” Yes, the campfire rule is back. “Anal sex is a big step. You can have a great sex life even without it. But, when you want to do it, you always need to make sure your partner wears a condom. Never ever let a guy fuck you without one. And you can never ever fuck a guy without one either. It’s not safe; it could cost you your life. If a guy tells you that if you loved him you wouldn’t make him wear one, kick his sleazy ass to the curb. I hate to sound preachy, but AIDS is no joke. While I’m at it, never ever do anything or anyone that makes you uncomfortable. Trust your instincts.” I hate to say it, but I feel like the hooker with a heart. Eat your heart out Julia “Pretty Woman” Roberts.
“You mean the instinct that told me to sit next to you at the bar?” he replied.
“You mean you were trying to pick me up?”
“No, Ray, I didn’t mean that. I meant to say that I was lonely and you looked like a good guy, someone I could talk to. In my wildest dreams, I never thought it would lead to this.”
“Caleb I’m flattered. But as you can see, I’m more than talk.”
“Does this mean you’ll still fuck me?”
My cock, which had gone soft during my little speech, perks back up with his comment. “Of course. Roll over on your stomach and get ready for the time of your life.”
Once on his stomach, I take the time to admire his body. His back is as pale as his chest. His arms reveal a bit of farmer's tan. His forearms have a slight covering of hair, somewhat lighter than the hair on his head. His ass is a thing of beauty. As many squats as I do, I’ll never have a bubble butt as fine as his. What surprises me about his ass is the hair. Unlike the rest of his body, his legs and ass have a medium covering of dark brown hair. I’m playing with myself just admiring him.
I shove my face into his hairy taint and admire his fine smell. As soon as I start to explore it with my tongue, he says, “I never knew you could do that.”
I don’t say a word; I just spread his legs a bit more and start licking his balls. Obligingly he arches his ass up to give me better access. I so want to rim him, but I’m doing my best to take my time. I want him to enjoy and remember everything. I rub my hands along his thighs. The hair is coarser than that on his arms and the sensation is making my dick tingle with anticipation. I take my time sticking each of his balls in my mouth.
“Ray, that’s so hot, I never ever dreamed of having my balls sucked.”
I can’t wait any more as I place my hands on his firm butt. I spread his cheeks and stick my tongue in his hole. He lets out a surprised moan and manages to shove his ass up even further. Natural born bottom anyone?
That's all for tonight, but there is more to come!
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Wednesday, 2:05 AM
“So, you want me to fuck you?”
A soft moan is all I get in response.
“Don't move, let me grab a few things.” With that said I go into the bathroom and grab condoms and lube. I figured I've prepped him enough about what's going to happen so I dispense with talking except to tell him to arch his ass up a bit and let me know if it hurts too much.
I don't think I have to remind you what a sight he gave me. I could almost ejaculate just looking at his hairy, rock-hard bubble butt. I wish I had a camera, I could jerk off to that image seven days a week! I start slowly with the lube, coating his hole and the fingers of my left hand. The first finger goes in with just the slightest flinch on his part. I try a second finger. This is a bit more tricky, he lets out a little gasp.
“You okay there?”
“Yeah, keep going.”
You don't have to ask me twice. I take my time, pushing them all the way in. I can feel his prostate now. He shivers a little every time I massage it.
“Caleb, you ready for a little more?”
He softly moans yes.
Since my dick is so big, I go for a third finger before we get to the main event. His hole is really tight, but after several minutes I manage to get all three fingers past the sphincter. It does, however, take some additional time for me to get them all the way down to his prostate.
With my fingers up his ass, I use my free hand (and teeth) to unwrap the condom and sheathe my tool. I liberally apply lube on my cock and more on his ass. (I love using hotel sheets, I'd hate to wash up the mess we're making.) Without saying a word I slowly pull out my fingers and stick the first inch or two of my cock in him.
“Guess what? The head of my cock is inside you.”
He turns his head to the side, smiles, and says, “I want more.”
With those instructions, I slowly ease myself into him. I'm guessing I have just over half of my dick in his ass. Even though he won't say so, I think this is about as much as he can take tonight. He really tenses up if I try to go any further. That's fine with me. I believe him when he says it's his first time. Also, I really meant it that I could cum just from the view. At this point I take my free hand and stroke the bottom half of my cock as I gently and slowly drill his ass with the other half. If I died right now that would be okay. I'm so damn close to cumming, but I don't want it to end. I want to savor the feeling (and the view of his lovely hairy ass.) I decide to lay on top of him.
The smell of his hair is wonderful. There's the slightest remnant of his shampoo mixed with the sweat from our activities. I move my head to the side and start to whisper in his ear.
“Caleb, this is amazing. You have no idea how hot you are and how turned on I am.”
“Ray, I want you to shoot.”
How can I say no to such a request? It takes only a minute or two of pulsating for the orgasm to start. I feel my balls tightening up. In fact, I almost my entire body tenses as my semen makes its way up and out of my cock.
At this point I let out a primal scream as my semen fills the inside of the condom.
After all of the pumping stops, the only sound in the room is my heavy breathing. Slowly I pull out and roll to the side of him. He turns on his side and faces me.
“Not bad for a first time?” he asks.
“Not bad? That was amazing. I hope you enjoyed it even half as much as I did!”
With that, I move my lips to his and softly kiss him. I could seriously fall asleep right now. But, even I have limits and with the sheets covered in lube and sweat, I need a shower.
Wednesday, 2:50 AM
“Hey Caleb, I'm ready for bed, but how about we shower off first?”
“You're tired? Well, I guess a shower would be cool as long as we do it together.” Ah, the joys of youth. This boy is a fountain of energy (among other things).
The shower is big enough for two, but not much more. That's not a problem because the second he gets in he's right up against me; his cock at full mast. I could have sworn that I sucked him dry less than two hours ago. Without saying a word I turn him around so my chest is against his back. Then I grab the soap and start to lather his chest and cock. With one hand I massage his smooth chest and the other hand goes to work on his dick. It really is huge, maybe the biggest I've ever seen. To do it justice I decide that I need both hands to work it. I almost wish we weren't in the shower, I really want to see how much pre-cum he produces. But, not being one to complain, I just stroke his cock and use my mouth to nibble on his ear.
He's not a big talker, but his moans are enough for me to know that I'm doing it right. I get the sense that he's getting really close. The only thing that would make this better is if he shot his load on my face. I take my hands off his cock and quickly turn off the water. I turn him around once again as I drop to my knees. This entire process takes just a few seconds and I'm back stroking and staring at his exceptional dick.
“I want your load all over my face.”
He just moans as his hips thrust back and forth. With just the slightest increase in his moans, a sweet and sizable load shoots from his dick and coats my nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Even though my cock is still tender from the fucking, I feel it start to swell as the cum slides down my face.
The kinky side in me comes out as I stand up and start to kiss him. Amazingly enough, he doesn't flinch. He actually starts licks around my lips, mopping up what he's done.
It's getting a bit cold, so I turn the water on and finally we are able to clean all of the cum, sweat, and lube off of our bodies.
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Wednesday, 3:15 AM
He gets out of the shower first and dries off. To my surprise he starts to get dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“I thought you'd want me to leave?”
“Caleb, are you kidding? Even if it wasn't after three, I'd want you to stay. There's even a clean bed for us to use.” (Yes, I got a room with two queens. In my experience, it's always nice to have a play bed and a sleep bed.)
This makes him smile. As quickly as possible he strips off his clothes and hops into bed. I finish drying my hairy chest (slowly enough to make him notice) and hop into bed next to him. I bet he's ready for more, but I'm worn out. In the remaining moments before I pass out, we kiss, cuddle, and explore each others' bodies.
Wednesday, 10:30 AM
I'm starting to wake up. Not moving yet, but my brain is slowly recalling the fun from a few hours ago. I'm also feeling quite cold. Hey there, I feel lips on my cock. In my half awake stupor, I realize that Caleb has pulled the covers off me and is giving me a blow job. I don't want to stop him from his pursuits so I try to lay there motionlessly.
Either he's too good or I'm a bad faker, but it doesn't take long form me to let out, “oh yeah, just like that.”
He looks at me to acknowledge my statements and continues what he's doing. He's a little overzealous, but I don't mind. He'll get better with age, but there's no rush. Even though he's a novice, he still gets me very hot. I know my dick must be leaking pre-cum at this point.
“Caleb, I'm getting really close. You better pull off now, or I'll shoot in your mouth.” He gives the slightest nod to let me know that he's heard me, but he doesn't even let up a bit. For the third (I think the third I can't remember at this point) time in the last 24 hours I'm about to shoot. Once again my balls tighten up. The flow is starting. He gags just a bit, but he doesn't let up. I see him swallow a few times. It looks like he's not going to let even one drop escape.
Eventually, the pulsing stops. He pulls off and swallows one last time. All I can do is smile.
“Good morning,” he says.
“A very good morning,” I reply.
He then drops down next to me and rests his head on my chest. He then quietly runs his fingers through my hairy chest and stomach.
Wednesday, 11:10 AM
I'm in a trance, I'd be happy to stay like this all day. He, however, is a young man with a strong metabolism.
“Ray, I hope you don't mind, but I need to eat something.”
“Not at all. Why don't you hop in the shower, I'll go right after you.”
There is no messing around in the shower this time. He is clearly hungry.
That's all for a little while!
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I finally felt the motivation to write a bit more, enjoy...
It didn't take take us long to shower, get dressed, and head to the hotel's buffet. The hostess asked me if it was just me and my son. You'd think that would make me a bit angry, but, surprise surprise, it was kind of a turn on.
“Yes, it's just the two of us.”
Before I could blink Caleb was surveying the miles of food. In the time it took me to get an egg white omelet and some fruit, the rail thin boy came back to the table with two heaping plates of food. Carbs, fatty bacon, pastries, you name it. Damn, I can now add his metabolism to the ways I'm jealous of him.
For the next few minutes he just plowed through his meal. Eventually he came up for air. “Hey Ray, did you catch that? That lady thinks you're my dad.” The little fucker was laughing as he said this.
“Yes, I get it smart ass. I'm old.”
He tried to stop smiling, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't make fun of you, Daddy. Really, it kind of turns me on.”
His kinky comment caught me off guard, but it probably shouldn't have. If I learned anything last night it was not to underestimate him. Once again my hard cock was pressed inside my jeans.
“You too? I thought the same thing but I didn't want to freak you out.”
“Nah, not even a chance of that, Pa. I wish I could blow you right now. That would be the best dessert.”
I started to daydream about my dinner with Mike. How I wished Caleb and I could recreate that meal. Only this time we were in the middle of a casino buffet with no table cloth to hide our under-the-table indiscretions.
“I wish you could, but unless you have a jail fantasy, you probably should hold back on that.”
“Dad, I mean Ray, would a stall in the men's room be private enough?”
Fuck, this boy is hot. The thought of getting off in public gets my tool dripping. I decide to call his bluff. “Yeah, that would work. But first I gotta soften up a bit. I don't think I can stand up right now.”
“Maybe I want to keep you hard. Maybe I want you to fill your underwear with sweet pre-cum. Maybe I want to see the stares as you and your bulge try to walk out of here. Hey, at least you're wearing tight jeans, with these khakis I'm pitching a pretty big tent over here.”
As soon as he said that he stands up and walks towards the exit. Yep, he's tenting. Yes, a big tent. Yes, people are staring. Yes, he's as brazen as it gets. I quickly get out my wallet, throw more than enough money on the table and follow him out. On the way out I catch a glimpse of the hostess. She's clearly distracted by Caleb's fine cock.
I pause to tell her, “You'll have to forgive him, he hasn't been the same since the hunting accident.”
I follow him out into the casino. He's walking at a good clip and I don't have any idea where he's heading. Well, I don't have any idea until he zeros in on the men's room. Fuck, he's serious and he's gonna get us arrested. If I had any sense I'd walk the other way. But, I guess I'm thinking with my better head. I follow him in and watch him walk into the last stall. He doesn't even turn around to see if I'm behind him. There are only two other men in the bathroom, both at urinals. I walk to another urinal and pretend to pee. I check out the stalls and I'm happy to see that the partitions go almost all the way to the floor. This might work. It takes less than a minute for those two men to finish and leave. Without washing their hands. Gross. But, I'm not here to ponder their lack of hygiene. Instead I walk into the last stall and lock the door.
It didn't take take us long to shower, get dressed, and head to the hotel's buffet. The hostess asked me if it was just me and my son. You'd think that would make me a bit angry, but, surprise surprise, it was kind of a turn on.
“Yes, it's just the two of us.”
Before I could blink Caleb was surveying the miles of food. In the time it took me to get an egg white omelet and some fruit, the rail thin boy came back to the table with two heaping plates of food. Carbs, fatty bacon, pastries, you name it. Damn, I can now add his metabolism to the ways I'm jealous of him.
For the next few minutes he just plowed through his meal. Eventually he came up for air. “Hey Ray, did you catch that? That lady thinks you're my dad.” The little fucker was laughing as he said this.
“Yes, I get it smart ass. I'm old.”
He tried to stop smiling, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't make fun of you, Daddy. Really, it kind of turns me on.”
His kinky comment caught me off guard, but it probably shouldn't have. If I learned anything last night it was not to underestimate him. Once again my hard cock was pressed inside my jeans.
“You too? I thought the same thing but I didn't want to freak you out.”
“Nah, not even a chance of that, Pa. I wish I could blow you right now. That would be the best dessert.”
I started to daydream about my dinner with Mike. How I wished Caleb and I could recreate that meal. Only this time we were in the middle of a casino buffet with no table cloth to hide our under-the-table indiscretions.
“I wish you could, but unless you have a jail fantasy, you probably should hold back on that.”
“Dad, I mean Ray, would a stall in the men's room be private enough?”
Fuck, this boy is hot. The thought of getting off in public gets my tool dripping. I decide to call his bluff. “Yeah, that would work. But first I gotta soften up a bit. I don't think I can stand up right now.”
“Maybe I want to keep you hard. Maybe I want you to fill your underwear with sweet pre-cum. Maybe I want to see the stares as you and your bulge try to walk out of here. Hey, at least you're wearing tight jeans, with these khakis I'm pitching a pretty big tent over here.”
As soon as he said that he stands up and walks towards the exit. Yep, he's tenting. Yes, a big tent. Yes, people are staring. Yes, he's as brazen as it gets. I quickly get out my wallet, throw more than enough money on the table and follow him out. On the way out I catch a glimpse of the hostess. She's clearly distracted by Caleb's fine cock.
I pause to tell her, “You'll have to forgive him, he hasn't been the same since the hunting accident.”
I follow him out into the casino. He's walking at a good clip and I don't have any idea where he's heading. Well, I don't have any idea until he zeros in on the men's room. Fuck, he's serious and he's gonna get us arrested. If I had any sense I'd walk the other way. But, I guess I'm thinking with my better head. I follow him in and watch him walk into the last stall. He doesn't even turn around to see if I'm behind him. There are only two other men in the bathroom, both at urinals. I walk to another urinal and pretend to pee. I check out the stalls and I'm happy to see that the partitions go almost all the way to the floor. This might work. It takes less than a minute for those two men to finish and leave. Without washing their hands. Gross. But, I'm not here to ponder their lack of hygiene. Instead I walk into the last stall and lock the door.
“I was starting to worry that you got lost, old man.”
“Okay, enough with the age jokes. I'm gonna teach you a lesson.” I quickly unzipped my jeans and yanked them down just enough to let my cock free. There's something about sex in public places that ups the intensity to an 11.
In a hushed tone I commanded him, “On your knees now.”
He complied almost immediately. He's clearly a novice, but he's amazing. In my ecstasy, I try to recall his wake-up blow job from this morning. I'm probably just delusional, but I think that his finesse has increased. My dick feels wonderful. I really want to scream out loud. But I really don't want to get arrested, so I bite my lip as he continues his work. He sucks my cock like an old pro.
One thing he's not doing is being as quiet as I am. His lustful slobbering and licking is definitely bordering on loud. I'm sure we can be heard. More than once I have to shush him. More than once he nods agreeingly and keep at it. No, he can't take all of me, but that's okay. He uses his soft hands to make up for what his mouth can't handle. If I hadn't already shot so many times in the last day, my load would have been in him by now and we would have been on our way. But I have shot a lot and I need something extra to get me off.
I tap on his head and whisper, “Stick your finger up my ass.” Without a word he pulls my dick out of his mouth and spits on a few of his fingers. With my pants at my knees, I can't really spread my legs. It takes a little extra effort for him to find my anus. But, he does and he jamb not one, but two fingers up as far as he can. The extra tingling in my cock lets me know that my prostate is happy.
“I didn't tell you to stop sucking.”
He obediently goes back to work. Fuck, this is amazing. It's only a minute or two more before I feel my body starts to tense and my balls draw near. I don't give him any verbal warning as I shoot my warm load in his mouth. This catches him by surprise. He audibly gags as he pulls out and hits the partition with the back of his head. Actually he gags very loudly. Very very loudly. And I spray the remainder of my load on his shirt.
A man in a nearby stall asks, “Is everything okay in there?”
As quickly as my brain can function I replay, “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little acid reflux.” I doubt for a second that the mystery voice believes me. I get a strong urge to get out of there. All of a sudden this isn't going well. My semen is dripping from Caleb's face. My cock is still at full mast; all 8.5 inches of it.
“Caleb, get up. Right now. Clean off your chin. We gotta go. Let me walk out first, then you go out a few seconds later.” I jamb my dick back into my pants and unlock the door. Okay, not too bad, no one is staring. I make it over to the sink and start washing my hands. I look into the mirror and see Caleb bolt from the stall and out of the restroom. Just as he leaves two men walk in. By the uniform, it's clear to see that one is a security guard. The man with him points to the end stall and says in an excited tone, “It was coming from a stall at the end. It sounded like two men were having a fight.”
My heart is racing so fast I can't believe that they can't hear it. Fuck, we got out of there in the nick of time. I finish washing, dry my hands, and leave as naturally as possible. What about Caleb? I nervously scan the casino floor. I begin to think I freaked him out. I tell myself that he's gone. Probably gone back to his parents and Jeanine. I'd call him, but I don't know his cell phone or email or even his last name. I wander the casino floor for another 20 minutes looking for him with no luck.
I decide to head back to my room. I'm definitely sad. I would like to have said a proper goodbye. But, I'm in no position to cry; I'm almost broke. I better try to make some cash before I have to return home. Maybe Donald will have emailed me explaining why he was a no-show yesterday.
Of course when I get off of the elevator, what do I see? Yep, Caleb.
“What took you so long old man?” he said with a smile.
“At least I washed my hands before I left the restroom.” Having said that I gave him a kiss and led him back into my room.
“Okay, enough with the age jokes. I'm gonna teach you a lesson.” I quickly unzipped my jeans and yanked them down just enough to let my cock free. There's something about sex in public places that ups the intensity to an 11.
In a hushed tone I commanded him, “On your knees now.”
He complied almost immediately. He's clearly a novice, but he's amazing. In my ecstasy, I try to recall his wake-up blow job from this morning. I'm probably just delusional, but I think that his finesse has increased. My dick feels wonderful. I really want to scream out loud. But I really don't want to get arrested, so I bite my lip as he continues his work. He sucks my cock like an old pro.
One thing he's not doing is being as quiet as I am. His lustful slobbering and licking is definitely bordering on loud. I'm sure we can be heard. More than once I have to shush him. More than once he nods agreeingly and keep at it. No, he can't take all of me, but that's okay. He uses his soft hands to make up for what his mouth can't handle. If I hadn't already shot so many times in the last day, my load would have been in him by now and we would have been on our way. But I have shot a lot and I need something extra to get me off.
I tap on his head and whisper, “Stick your finger up my ass.” Without a word he pulls my dick out of his mouth and spits on a few of his fingers. With my pants at my knees, I can't really spread my legs. It takes a little extra effort for him to find my anus. But, he does and he jamb not one, but two fingers up as far as he can. The extra tingling in my cock lets me know that my prostate is happy.
“I didn't tell you to stop sucking.”
He obediently goes back to work. Fuck, this is amazing. It's only a minute or two more before I feel my body starts to tense and my balls draw near. I don't give him any verbal warning as I shoot my warm load in his mouth. This catches him by surprise. He audibly gags as he pulls out and hits the partition with the back of his head. Actually he gags very loudly. Very very loudly. And I spray the remainder of my load on his shirt.
A man in a nearby stall asks, “Is everything okay in there?”
As quickly as my brain can function I replay, “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little acid reflux.” I doubt for a second that the mystery voice believes me. I get a strong urge to get out of there. All of a sudden this isn't going well. My semen is dripping from Caleb's face. My cock is still at full mast; all 8.5 inches of it.
“Caleb, get up. Right now. Clean off your chin. We gotta go. Let me walk out first, then you go out a few seconds later.” I jamb my dick back into my pants and unlock the door. Okay, not too bad, no one is staring. I make it over to the sink and start washing my hands. I look into the mirror and see Caleb bolt from the stall and out of the restroom. Just as he leaves two men walk in. By the uniform, it's clear to see that one is a security guard. The man with him points to the end stall and says in an excited tone, “It was coming from a stall at the end. It sounded like two men were having a fight.”
My heart is racing so fast I can't believe that they can't hear it. Fuck, we got out of there in the nick of time. I finish washing, dry my hands, and leave as naturally as possible. What about Caleb? I nervously scan the casino floor. I begin to think I freaked him out. I tell myself that he's gone. Probably gone back to his parents and Jeanine. I'd call him, but I don't know his cell phone or email or even his last name. I wander the casino floor for another 20 minutes looking for him with no luck.
I decide to head back to my room. I'm definitely sad. I would like to have said a proper goodbye. But, I'm in no position to cry; I'm almost broke. I better try to make some cash before I have to return home. Maybe Donald will have emailed me explaining why he was a no-show yesterday.
Of course when I get off of the elevator, what do I see? Yep, Caleb.
“What took you so long old man?” he said with a smile.
“At least I washed my hands before I left the restroom.” Having said that I gave him a kiss and led him back into my room.
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Wow, its been quite a few years since I was in that casino restroom with Caleb. We really had quite a time together. No, it didnt last, but thats cool. Yeah, I still keep in touch with him. Mostly, its the Facebook posts of him and his husband Jacob. They live in New York City now. I think they both have big Wall Street jobs and from what I can tell theyre expecting twin girls from their surrogate later this year. Honestly, Im nothing but proud for him.
But, where, you might ask, does that leave me? Yep, it leaves me at 42. I kinda look like Dom from Looking but without the mustache. The daddy look that Caleb joked about? Yeah, now its my calling card. If you hadnt already guessed, Im still what you would politely call a sex worker. It took me a few years to become comfortable with this term. No, I dont call myself an artist anymore. Dont get me wrong, I still love to sculpt and I think Im doing some of my best work ever. But, I know whats paying the bills and it aint some abstract metalwork.
Its been pretty good for me lately. I wound up in a modest apartment in Los Angeles and I have a few regular clients. Most of them are much younger than me, in their 20s. Sometimes I cant believe I get paid to sleep with them.
I know, I know, you dont come here to read my life story. You want to know who Im fucking. Fair enough. Someone just responded to one of my ads. He says his name is Nicholas, hes 26, 61, 185, and he likes older men. Heres my response to him:
Hey Nicholas, great to hear from you! You like older guys? Maybe Im your man? My pics are recent and my stats are accurate. Want to meet for drink tonight? No strings Hope to hear from you, Ray
Ive learned that this is an easy, no stress, way to meet. He can see if he likes me and I can see if I like him. Yes, Im not as financially desperate as I was a few years ago and I like the opportunity to screen my clients.
In the time it took me to write those few lines, hes responded:
Hi Ray, that sounds like a great idea. How about 7:30 at the Cheesecake Factory in Sherman Oaks?
At this point, I have his number. Probably works in the industry. Knows that no one in said industry will be hanging out at a chain restaurant in the valley. So, I respond, Sure, Nicholas, that sounds great. Ill be in the bar area, wearing a white polo and drinking a Martini.
But, where, you might ask, does that leave me? Yep, it leaves me at 42. I kinda look like Dom from Looking but without the mustache. The daddy look that Caleb joked about? Yeah, now its my calling card. If you hadnt already guessed, Im still what you would politely call a sex worker. It took me a few years to become comfortable with this term. No, I dont call myself an artist anymore. Dont get me wrong, I still love to sculpt and I think Im doing some of my best work ever. But, I know whats paying the bills and it aint some abstract metalwork.
Its been pretty good for me lately. I wound up in a modest apartment in Los Angeles and I have a few regular clients. Most of them are much younger than me, in their 20s. Sometimes I cant believe I get paid to sleep with them.
I know, I know, you dont come here to read my life story. You want to know who Im fucking. Fair enough. Someone just responded to one of my ads. He says his name is Nicholas, hes 26, 61, 185, and he likes older men. Heres my response to him:
Hey Nicholas, great to hear from you! You like older guys? Maybe Im your man? My pics are recent and my stats are accurate. Want to meet for drink tonight? No strings Hope to hear from you, Ray
Ive learned that this is an easy, no stress, way to meet. He can see if he likes me and I can see if I like him. Yes, Im not as financially desperate as I was a few years ago and I like the opportunity to screen my clients.
In the time it took me to write those few lines, hes responded:
Hi Ray, that sounds like a great idea. How about 7:30 at the Cheesecake Factory in Sherman Oaks?
At this point, I have his number. Probably works in the industry. Knows that no one in said industry will be hanging out at a chain restaurant in the valley. So, I respond, Sure, Nicholas, that sounds great. Ill be in the bar area, wearing a white polo and drinking a Martini.
