Everyone referred to The Spartacus Inn as The Inn on The Pacific Coast Highway.  That was mostly true in that the only access to the inn was from The PCH.  But the inn was located nearly three hundred yards east of it.  It was set so far back from the highway that you wouldn’t know it was there, if there weren’t warning signs on both sides of the highway located about thirty-five yards before the turn-off.  The signs read, “Spartacus Inn next left or right” as the case might be, coming from the north or the south.

Because of its isolation, it was rare that a car would drive off the highway to book the inn for the night.  Even so, every once in a while a car did wander in.  That was very awkward.  Every resident within thirty miles of the inn knew that it was a male house of prostitution, but nobody ever bothered them.  The inn was so isolated that even “Church Ladies” left them alone.  In fact, the inn was so charming that a few years ago, some ladies from a local church wanted to book a fund raiser there.  Poor Jerry had to turn them down.

If an occasional car happened to come upon the inn, the owner, Jerry Rubino, knew just what to do.  Ladies and male/female couples were told that they were completely booked.  Jerry would recommend a beautiful motel with a dining room, just a short way up the road.

If a single man, or even two or more, drove in by mistake, Jerry took them aside and explained the true nature of the inn.  He would ask if they were interested, and he recited the fees.  Most men ran out immediately, but occasionally a straight guy, who was just plain curious, decided to see what all the fuss was about.  These men always had a wonderful time, but there was no way of knowing how their little sojourn affected them once they got home and returned to the wife and kiddies.

Two or three nights a month, the inn was reserved for “parties.”  Groups of men enjoyed themselves, and there were no rooms available for outsiders.  The other nights of the month, anyone could rent a room so long as one was available.

**********

Twenty-seven-year-old Blake Donovan was cruising down the highway slightly above the speed limit.  His trip had started in Oregon, and he had been driving aimlessly for almost two days.  That was when his wife threw him out of the house.  It had been coming on for a long time.  The woman hated everything about him and their lives together.  She nagged him about his inability to make as much money as her friends’ husbands did, about the guys he hung out with, about his eating habits, about his bathroom habits, and on and on.  In short, she criticized everything about him except his performance in the bedroom.  They hadn’t had sex in nearly two years (her choice) so she had nothing to complain about in that area.

Two days ago, he finally rebelled at the way she treated him, and he gave it right back to her.  He began reciting every last thing that he couldn’t stand about her.  She was shocked and speechless, but not shocked enough to change her ways.  She kicked him out of the house. 

“My pleasure,” he mumbled.  He packed some necessities in a tattered suitcase, threw it on the back seat of his car, and just started to drive with no destination in mind.  He was a retail clerk in an auto parts store, and had no trouble leaving that job.  He was sure he could get another wherever he finally ended his aimless trip.

The only stops he made were for gas and to use a bathroom.  He dozed off a few times in rest areas, but it was hard to sleep in his car.  He found himself somewhere south of L.A. on the PCH, when he suddenly realized that he was too tired to drive any longer.  When he came to that conclusion, he spotted a sign which read, “Spartacus Inn next left.”  He slowed down, spotted the turn-off and went left.  He found himself in some sort of wilderness, and he kept driving and driving.  He began to think that he had made a wrong turn, and was about to make a U-turn and go back to the highway.  He drove a little farther hoping to find a good spot to turn around on the rural dirt road, and he saw lights ahead.  He breathed a sigh of relief and went on.

Blake parked his car in the inn’s parking area, grabbed his suitcase, and entered the building.  It didn’t look like an inn at all.  It was more like a charming private house.  He spotted several young men sitting around in the front room.  They were all scantily dressed, and had magnificent bodies.  He looked around for a check in desk, and didn’t see any.  He didn’t have time to wonder what he had gotten into, when Jerry approached him.

“First time?” Jerry asked.

Blake had no idea what he was asking, so he just said, “This is the first time I’ve been here, if that’s what you mean.”

Jerry smiled and took Blake’s arm.  “Come into my office,” he said.  He led Blake to a closed door in the front room, and led him through it.  The men in the room were all smiling at Blake, and he was very uncomfortable, but he let it all slide.  He was too tired to care.  He just wanted a room with a bed.

At least the room Jerry had taken him into looked like an office.  Jerry motioned for Blake to sit down on a chair facing the desk.

Blake spoke up first.  “Do you have a room?” he asked.  “I’ve been driving for two days without a break.”

“Did someone refer you to this place?” Jerry asked.

“No.  I’m down here from Oregon.  I saw your sign on the highway.”

“Oregon!  That’s a long way,” Jerry mused. 

Blake hadn’t spoken to anyone since he left home, and he suddenly felt a strong need to let it all out.  He told Jerry why and how he was driving aimlessly, and that he was currently homeless and jobless.  Jerry was sympathetic, but there wasn’t much he could do, and now he was certain that Blake could not afford his fees.

Jerry smiled at Blake.  He had a standard speech for just such occasions.  He explained what kind of establishment Blake had wandered into.  Blake wanted to bolt, but he was too tired.

“Can I get a room without the other?” he asked.

“Yes, but that would be foolish.  I would have to charge you the same fee as if you had agreed on sleeping with one of the boys.  There are several of them out there.  You can have your pick.”

Blake was bound and determined to get a room.  “What are your fees?” he asked.

“It’s $150 an hour for three hours.  Anything over that is considered an all-nighter.  You can spend the night for $500.  My boys get $100 of every $150 I collect, and $350 for every $500 I get.  You can see why they are happy campers.”

True, Blake wanted to run out of there, but he didn’t think his legs would support him.  He couldn’t decide if he should have a bed companion or not, but he knew that he had to have a room.  “Will you take my credit card?” he inquired.

“Of course, but trust me, you would be foolish to pass up the pleasure any of the boys can give you.  I promise they will take you to paradise.”

It had been a long time since Blake had lain with a warm, loving body.  The only time he had an orgasm was when he used his fist.  Suddenly, he was curious about male sex, and he thought, “What the heck.  It’s only one night, and nobody will ever know.  I’m paying for it anyhow”

Jerry sensed that Blake was giving it some thought.  He remained silent for a long time, but he finally asked if Blake had made up his mind.

“Yes,” Blake said.  “I’ll go for it.”

Jerry grinned and said, “Good; let’s pick out the perfect boy for you.”

Most of the boys preferred a client with lots of experience, which Blake had none of, but one of them, Willie, loved to break in virgins.  Most of his clients were very young men, but occasionally he got an older married man.  Jerry steered him toward Willie.  All the boys were handsome, so Blake went along with Jerry’s suggestion.

Introductions were made, and Willie was delighted to meet his prospective client.  Blake was so handsome, that he looked like one of the prostitutes, not a customer.  Also they were about the same age, another plus for Willie.  He kissed Blake on his cheek and led him upstairs.  They entered a beautifully furnished room, and Willie closed the door.  “Would you like to shower first?” Willie asked.

“Yes, I desperately need a shower, but I must confess that I’m too tired for anything else.”

Willie smiled.  “Trust me,” he said.  In a few minutes all thoughts of sleep will be out of your handsome head.”  That having been said, he took off his shorts and was totally naked.

Blake was confused but he got the picture.  Willie intended to shower with him.  “I think I’d prefer to shower alone,” Blake mumbled. 

“I don’t think so,” Willie countered back at him.  “Just look at you.  You’re so tired you can hardly stand up.  I’ll bathe you from head to toe, and do your back.  You won’t have to exert yourself at all.”

That sounded pretty good to Blake, and he nodded to indicate that he would consent, so Willie started to undress him.  Blake could hardly move, and he let Willie undress him completely, without offering any help.

As tired as he was, Blake couldn’t resist checking Willie out.  The young man was cut, and about four inches flaccid.  The rest of him was all hard muscle and sinew.  His hair and eyes were brown, and Blake was delighted at how good Willie smelled.  Blake was sure that he himself smelled like a sewer, since he hadn’t showered in almost three days.

As soon as Blake was naked, Willie checked him out.  He was uncut and about five inches flaccid.  Neither man was hard yet.  Blake had ash blond hair and hazel eyes.  He wasn’t as muscular as Willie, but he had a hard lean body.  Both men liked what they saw, except that Blake was confused.  He had never checked out a guy before and he was surprised at his reaction to Willie’s naked body.

Willie turned on the taps in the shower, and when he was satisfied with the temperature, he put Blake’s hand under the running cascade, and asked if it was good for him.  Blake just nodded.  Willie took his hand and led him into the shower.

Blake was petrified.  Half of him was scared to death, and the other half was so tired he just wanted to go to sleep.  Willie took the soap and started to soap Blake’s chest.  He went lower and lower until Blake realized that Willie was soaping and stroking his cock.  That revived him a lot.  He sure liked what was happening.  He was growing harder by the minute, so Willie turned him around and started on his back, and that included his ass and balls.  Blake began to purr like a kitten, especially when Willie inserted a soapy finger into his ass.

Slurring his words, and almost in a trance, Blake said, “I gotta take a leak.  Move aside and I’ll pee down the drain.”

“Nonsense,” Willie said.  “Pee on me.”

Blake could not believe that he had heard right.  “What did you say?” he asked.

“I said pee on me.  It’s fun.  I’ll show you.”  With that he started to pee all over Blake.

“So that’s how it is,” Blake said, and he began to return the favor, peeing all over Willie.

The two men started to laugh like little school boys until they had peed themselves dry.  Then Willie made sure that the running water rinsed all the piss off of them.  When he was sure they were clean, he fell to his knees and started sucking Blake’s cock and fondling his balls.  Blake’s whole body stiffened.  It was the first time anyone, male or female, had ever gone down on him, and he could not believe the erotic pleasure he was receiving.  In fact he felt an orgasm coming on.  Willie sensed it also.  He turned Blake around and started rimming his client’s ass.  Blake couldn’t stand it, and he screamed out loud like a banshee.

“Please,” he said, “I’m a once a night guy.  I don’t want to cum this way.  Let’s dry up and go to bed.  I want to cum somewhere inside of you.”

“Sure,” Willie said, “But I guarantee you that you’ll cum more than once tonight.”

“It won’t happen, but I hope you’re right.”

“Well, let’s see,” Willie said.   Against Blake’s wishes, he continued to rim Blake’s succulent ass.  Then he turned Blake around, and brought him to a glorious climax by oral stimulation.  Blake had never in his life had an orgasm as intense as this one.  He started to cry and was totally unaware of it.

Willie took over again.  He shut the taps, dried them both off, and led Blake to bed.  Blake fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and Willie dozed off also.

A couple of hours later, Blake began to dream.  He was in a lake, floating on the surface.  The water was very warm.  His cock and balls were floating sensuously in the water.  It felt so fucking good.  He had a huge erection, and he was close to cumming.  He started to awaken to the reality that Willie was down on him again.  Blake exploded down Willie’s throat.

He was fully awake now, and Willie said, “See, I was right.  You had more than one orgasm so far tonight.  More later.”  With that he lay down next to Blake, hunkered up to him and both men fell asleep.

At about 4 AM, Blake believed that Willie was down on him once again.  He awoke, and this time he stayed fully awake.  He didn’t believe he would cum again, but he felt so damn good, he didn’t stop Willie.  He was getting harder and harder.  Willie started to roll a condom down Blake’s cock, and then he lubed it generously.  He straddled Blake, and directed Blake’s gooey rod up his ass.  When he was all the way in, he sat still and smiled at Blake.

“How do you feel?” Willie asked.

“Fucking incredible.”

Willie started to pump up and down and soon enough Blake joined him in the dance of love.  In no time at all, Blake came again.  He was incredulous.

Willie removed the condom and flushed it down the sink.  He kissed Blake chastely with closed lips.  “There’s a complimentary breakfast downstairs from 7 to 9 AM, and checkout time is 10 AM.  Let’s get a little more sleep.”  Once again he hunkered up to Blake and nested his cock in Blake’s crack.

**********

When he awoke, Blake found himself alone in the room.  He showered, dressed and packed his few items in his old suitcase.  He wanted to be ready for the 10 o’clock checkout time.  He wandered downstairs to the breakfast buffet.  Jerry was piling some food on a plate, and when Blake got to the buffet, Jerry greeted him.

“Did you have as much fun last night as I promised you?” he asked.

“Yes I did, and Willie is amazing.”

“Fill up your plate and have breakfast with me in my office.  I’d like to talk to you about something.”

They used Jerry’s desk as a table for their breakfasts, and Blake asked him what he wanted to talk about.

“I don’t usually get customers as hunky and good looking as you.  My average client is some young kid I have to card, or some balding, aging married man.  You told me that you were homeless and jobless.  A couple of my guys are leaving me at the end of the week, and I was wondering if you would be interested in replacing one of them.  You’d have a bed, a job, and three squares a day.”

Blake was flabbergasted.  He actually started to laugh.  “I couldn’t,” he said.  “I’m not gay.”

“You could be gay for pay.  You said you had fun last night.  Have fun and get paid.”

“But Willie did all the work,” Blake protested.  “I don’t know if I could suck cock or rim a smelly asshole.”

“Didn’t Willie shower with you before you started?  We make sure our customers are squeaky clean.”

“Clean or not, I don’t think I could do it.”

“Let’s find out,” Jerry said.  He got up and locked his door.  “FYI, I’m just out of the shower.”  Jerry started to undress and in seconds he was naked.  Blake gawked.  Jerry was exceptionally well endowed.  “Get undressed,” Jerry instructed.  “I’ll tell you what to do, and you can practice on me.”

Jerry realized that if he accepted the job, his wife could never find him here, and he wouldn’t have to pay her alimony.  He smiled to himself.  There was no fear or reticence in Blake now.  He suddenly had an epiphany, and he knew that he really wanted to do to Jerry what Willie had done to him.  With minimum instructions from Jerry, Blake sucked him, rimmed him and got fucked by him.

When Jerry caught his breath, he asked, “Well?”

“I had fun just like you said.  How’d I do?”

“You’re a natural,” Jerry grinned.  “You made me very happy.”  He kissed Blake on the lips.  Blake was getting used to it.

“When can I start?” Blake asked. 

“It’s Friday night.  That’s a very busy night.  I’ll bet you’ll do well tonight, but even if the action is light tonight, tomorrow is a sure bet.  We are expecting six sailors from the naval base in San Diego.  They are all in their late thirties.  Some of them are married, and they all claim to be straight, but they enjoy the sex we give them, and they would never do each other.  They reserve the inn at least once a month.  PS, they are all handsome hunks.”

Blake had an hourly customer early in the evening and an all-nighter later on.  In all, he earned $450.  He had a warm bed and lots of food.  Besides all that, he really had fun.  In addition, as an unexpected pleasure, before the first customer arrived that evening, he became very friendly with the rest of the ‘staff.’  He couldn’t remember being this happy since the day he got married.

**********

The next day Blake hung out with his new friends.  They were all so friendly that he forgot that they (and he) were prostitutes.  He went through almost four days now without being criticized once by anyone.  He was floating on air, and couldn’t wait for the sailors to come in.  Jerry assured him that they would each pay for an all-nighter.  That added up to earnings of $800 in two days, which was more than he made in a week at his retail clerking job, and a lot more enjoyable.  His bitchy wife would finally be happy with his new earning power, but he took joy in knowing that she would never know.

The sailors arrived at about 7:30 in two cars.  Jerry was right.  Even though they were in their late thirties, they were hard-muscled hunks.  They were all chief petty officers, and Blake didn’t care which one approached him.  It turned out to be a guy whose body was that of a weight lifter.  In spite of his appearance, the sailor who approached him turned out to be a yeoman. 

“Hi,” he said to Blake.  “I don’t remember seeing you here before.”

“Right, I’m new.”

“Well, you sure are pretty.  What say we go have some fun?”

“My pleasure,” Blake said, and he actually blushed.  “My name is Blake.  What’s your name?”

“I’d rather not say, but you can call me Sid.”

“What’s the secret?  Are you afraid that your wife will find out?”

“No wife.  We divorced ten years ago.  But what we’re doing does not fit the image of macho naval NCOs; the more discretion, the better.”

“That works for me,” Blake said, grabbing Sid’s hand and running up to his room with him.

They both undressed rapidly.  Sid was cut and about four inches flaccid, but he was rising fast.  He wasn’t surprised that Blake headed for the shower.  All the boys did that first.  Sid didn’t mind at all.  The cleanliness shown by these men, made him feel more secure.

In the shower, Blake gave Sid every pleasure Willie had given him.  He even asked Sid if he had ever had a golden shower.  Sid shook his head but said that he would love to try it.  Blake peed all over him, and begged Sid to return the favor.  The whole process struck them funny, and they both started to giggle exactly as Willie and Blake had.

When Blake was satisfied that all the urine had been washed from their bodies, he fell to his knees and started to rim Sid.  The CPO started to purr and screech a little, so Blake turned him around and went down on him.  Sid didn’t object to cumming so soon as Blake had, and he shot a generous load down Blake’s throat.  “Let’s dry up and take it to bed,” Blake suggested.  Sid was quick to agree.

Once they settled comfortably in bed, Blake produced the condoms and lube, and Sid fucked him.  He preferred to fuck Blake doggie style.  Blake was new to it all, so he didn’t care one way or another how Sid did it.  He just wanted it done.

When Sid was finished, the two men lay side by side enjoying the afterglow.  In time, Sid wrapped his arms around Blake.  He held the young man very tightly, and ran his fingers up and down Blake’s face.  Blake was distinctly uncomfortable.  Sid was acting like a lover, not a customer.  He loved how Sid made him feel, but he still thought of himself as straight, and he didn’t like Sid’s intent.  He would have preferred this to be strictly business.  He didn’t have to dwell on the situation very long.  Both men fell fast asleep, and didn’t wake until 5 AM.  Blake gave Sid another blow job, and they showered and dressed for breakfast.

After the sailors left, the boys all hung out in the front room, but Jerry asked Blake to come into his office.  Once inside, with the door closed, Jerry said, “You must have made quite an impression on your client.  He’s coming back Wednesday without his buddies, and he specifically requested you.  Not bad for a newbie.”

Blake was pleasantly surprised.  On the one hand, he was looking forward to it.  On the other hand, he feared that Sid was falling in love with him, and it disturbed him greatly.  First of all, he still believed that he was straight, and second of all, Sid was way too old for him, and finally, Sid didn’t even trust him enough to give him his real name.  This did not bode well for any kind of a relationship.

Nevertheless, when Sid showed up on Wednesday, he hugged Blake and kissed him on the lips.  Seconds later they were stripping in Blake’s room, and heading for the shower.  Blake got a second bar of soap, and they lathered themselves at the same time.  When Blake fell to his knees to rim Sid and then go down on him, Sid stopped him.

“You did all the work last time,” he said.  “Tonight I want you to lie back and relax.  I’m going to do all the work.  I’ll be here every Wednesday, and we’ll alternate.”  And they did!

Blake was more than shocked.  He concluded that Sid was a closeted gay.  He didn’t really care.  If Sid was willing to pay $500 a week for him, he must be loaded, and certainly Blake was flattered.

Sid did not have sex with Blake, nor did he act like he was with a prostitute.  He made love with Blake, hot and sensuous love.  Afterward, they were lying side by side in bed, holding hands, when Sid said, “I want to talk to you about something.”

“You sound so serious,” Blake said.  “I’m listening.”

“I want you to know that I’m gay.  I always have been and always will be.  I fell in love with you the minute I saw you.  I know that scares you, but it’s the truth.  I joined the navy when I was eighteen.  I’m getting out in four months with a twenty year service pension.  Six months ago I bought an auto repair shop in San Diego.  A retail parts shop goes with the establishment.  You told me that you used to sell auto parts.”

“Yes, but what are you saying?’ Blake asked.  He was perplexed.

“I’m asking you to come live with me, and I’m offering you a job.”

Blake thought quickly.  He hadn’t slept with a woman in years, and he really was having fun with male sex.  Maybe he was really gay.  All at once, he knew that he would accept Sid’s offer, but he said, “I can’t do what you want, Sid.”

Sid felt like Blake had just stabbed him in the heart.  “Why not?” he sobbed.

“You said you fell in love with me the minute we met, but from then to now, you haven’t trusted me enough to tell me your real name.”

“Oh my God,” Sid yelled out joyfully.  “Is that the problem?  My name is Louis Barkin.  Now, will you be my guy?”

“Yes, but there’s still a problem.  If you are going to come here every Wednesday, and with your friends once or twice a month, you’ll have to pay for me.  I have no control over that.”

“I told you, sweetheart, I’ve been in the navy for twenty years.  I never spent a cent on anything in all that time.  Aside from buying the business, I have plenty of money, and I don’t mind spending it on you.”

When Louis called him ‘sweetheart,’ Blake’s heart burst with joy.  Nobody had ever called him sweetheart, since his mother did, when he was a little boy.  He rolled over on top of Louis, and started kissing him passionately.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Louis said.  “Thank you for making me the happiest sailor in the world.”

“Don’t thank me,” Blake said.  “It took a while to get through to me, but I just made myself even happier than you.  You realize that I’ll have to sleep with other guys until we move in together.  It’s just a job to me.  How do you feel about it?”

“I’m not a dinosaur.  I’ve slept with plenty of guys.  Just have fun, wait for me, and learn plenty of great techniques from your customers.”

They held each other tightly, and fell fast asleep.  Maybe Louis didn’t get his money’s worth that night, but he was happily content.