Money For College

by: Peter

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Brian walked in just as Jason shoved the books off his desk in a fit anger.

“What’s up, buddy?” he asked.

“Not a Goddamn thing that a few thousand bucks wouldn’t cure,” he replied.

“I’ve got twenty, if that’ll help,” Brian offered.

Jason had to laugh even though he didn’t feel like it.

“So, what the hell’s the problem?” Brian asked.

“My Dad found himself a new bimbo and all of a sudden there’s no money for college.”

“Your Dad’s had a lot of bimbo’s. If this one isn’t around any longer than…….”

“He married this one,” Jason cut in, fairly spitting the words out.

“Oh, damn, that is a bummer.”

“Well, I’m done here,” Jason said, as he shoved his chair back and stood up.  “I might as well start packing.”

“You’ve got the rest of the semester,” Brian said.

“The semester isn’t paid for.  I’ve been paying a little bit at a time. When I don’t show up with the next payment I promised, they’re going to shut me out.”

“There’s gotta be a way….something…..”

“I’m already working two part time jobs that don’t pay shit, and that’s barely covering my share of this dump we’re living in.  Another job wouldn’t leave time even to attend classes or study.”

“Loans….grants?” Brian said.

“I couldn’t get a loan or a grant in time.  I’m going to have to lay out for a year.”

“Statistics show that eighty percent of those who lay out don’t come back,” Brian pointed out.  

“Screw your statistics. Do they show that most of that eighty percent don’t come back because they can’t scrape the money together?” He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head and tossed it on his bed. Then he shoved his shorts down, kicked them away, and grabbed a towel he’d left over the back of a chair.

“There is a way,” Brian said with a thoughtful grin.

“Yeah?  What?  Rob a bank?”

Brian grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

“Take a look at yourself."

Jason looked at himself in the mirror then caught his roommate's eyes. "So, what am I supposed to see that's got anything to do with this?"

"You’re a walking gold mine," Brian said.

Jason looked himself up and down again, without even the self-admiration that he deserved. Sure, he was built, but what did that get him except in some girl’s bed?

“And what secret formula do you have for turning this into gold?” he asked with a sweep of his hand toward the image in the mirror.

Brian grabbed his arm and led him to the window overlooking the street. Jason was right, it was a dump they were living in, in a dumpy neighborhood that boasted no better than pool halls, bars and prostitutes.  “There’s your answer, right across the street.”

“Are you sure you understood the question?” Jason asked sourly. He gazed out the window. “If you’re talking about Racers……”

“Look at you, man.  You’re built like a fuckin’ god.  Put it to work, for chrissakes.”

“You’re talking about stripping…..”

Brian turned him back to the mirror. “Take another look, my friend.  You don’t have any clothes on right now.  Nobody paid you to take them off, but here you are, naked.  Walk across the street and take your clothes off, you get paid for it.  I hear they make over a hundred bucks a night just in tips.”

“Their sign says male dancers.  I don’t know how to dance,” he said.

“Come on, I’ve seen you on the dance floor,” Brian scoffed.

“It wouldn’t be that kind of dancing,” he said, nodding to the male strip club.

Brian threw up his hands.  “Okay, go back to PoDunk and shovel shit or flip hamburgers or whatever else they have to offer and see how long it takes you to earn enough money for fuckin' bus fare back here, let alone pay for tuition and books.”

“It’s a male strip club man. I would feel weird taking my clothes off in front of a bunch of guys,” Jason said.

“Exactly how many guys does it take to make you feel weird?  You got a number? Is it twenty, ten, eight?”

“What’s the point of your question?”

“Well, I’m one, and you’re naked in front of me all the time.  How many guys were in the locker room when you played football back in high school?  How many guys are in the locker room at the gym here when you strip down to shower?”

“I don’t know, I never paid any attention,” he said with a frown.

“Right. So you don’t pay attention to how many guys are watching you when you’re taking off your clothes off on stage,” Brian said

“I don’t know, man.…..”

“Okay, I’ll see you back here in a couple of years....maybe,” Brian said dryly.

“Okay….okay, maybe I’ll go over and talk to them,” Jason said, now more thoughtfully. He wasn’t at all sure he would, but saying it would appease Brian for the moment and get him off his back. Meanwhile, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

“Listen, don’t be a fool,” Brian said.  “Look at it this was. You’ve got all the tools to do the job. Maybe it’s not the job you were looking for, but you’ve got the tools, so you do it. Just go over there and talk to them. They’re not going to throw you out, and you just might discover a natural talent you didn’t know you had.”

“A natural talent?” Jason questioned.

“Yeah, like taking off your clothes,” Brian said dryly. “Doing what comes naturally, and getting paid for it.”

“Speaking of being thrown out….it’s a bar, and I just turned nineteen,” said Jason.

“You’re going there to strip, not to drink,” Brian said. 

"But they serve booze," Brian said.

"They sell booze in the grocery stores here.  A nineteen year old checkout boy has to have somebody else ring it up. You won't have anything to do with the booze."

They left it at that for the moment as Jason changed the subject to a party he’d been invited to, and asked Brian if he wanted to come along.

“Was I invited?” Brian asked.

“You are now,” Jason said.

“It’s not your party.”

“It’s not anybody’s party. Just some kids getting together at somebody’s place out in the country; some guy who owns a small ranch.”

“Hey, if they’re not going to check the invitation list, sure,” Brian said. “When?”

“This weekend. Saturday, it’ll probably spill over into Sunday.”

Brian’s suggestion laid heavy on Jason’s mind. He made it sound like such a simple way of making money. Just walk into the place, say, “Hey, I’m willing to take my clothes off, how much will you pay me?”

By the next morning, after laying awake thinking about it, he decided to at least go make an inquiry. Instinct told him he needed to make a good first impression; show off the tools that Brian said he had. He showered and used some of Brian’s body splash and put on a pair of faded Levi cut-offs that he’d brought with him from high school. They were short--almost no leg left from the many washings and trimming off the frazzles--and well worn, almost threadbare at the crotch and in the seat. He checked them in the mirror. Nice and snug, and showing plenty of thigh. He hadn’t worn them for a long time; they were almost indecent to wear out in public, but muscle was what they wanted to see over at Racer’s. He put on a pair of heavy work socks and his old work boots that seemed to go with the denim shorts, then slipped on a plain white T-shirt and topped it off with his baseball cap. He felt a bit conspicuous to be going out, but he was only going across the street.

It was dark inside the place and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he could make out a young, burly guy behind the bar--looked about thirty--looked like he might have been a football player. He walked up and extended his hand across the bar. Before he got his name out, the guy said, “I hope you’re here about the job.”

“Uhh….yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” Jason said, blinking with surprise.

“I saw you coming across the street. I was hoping so, the way you're dressed.”

“My name’s Jason.”

“I’ve already got a Jason. How about Ryder?”

“Ryder?”

“Yeah, you need a stage name.”

“Well, before I take a stage name, I’d like to know something about what’s involved,” Jason said.

“You take your clothes off in time to the music. We call it dancing, but you don't have to know how to dance. First show starts at ten-thirty.  Another one at twelve, and another one at one-thirty a.m.”

“What do I wear? I mean, what do I start out with?” Jason asked.

“What you’ve got on is great. You can start tonight if you want to.”

“You don’t want me to audition?  I’m not really a very good dancer,” Jason said.

“I watched you walking across the street; that was your audition. You just do that in time with the music."

Jason laughed. “What’s the pay?”

“Twenty bucks for showing up, plus tips.  You’ll rake in the tips; easy a hundred a night, the way you’re put together, probably more."

Jason thought about it for a moment. “Okay, thanks.”

“Hey, I gotta know if you’re coming back so I know whether to put your name on the roster or call in somebody else.”

“I’ll be here,” Jason said. "I'll give it a try."

“Great. You’re going to go over big.  Hey, do you have your own music?”

"No.  This was a spur of the moment thing. My roommate talked me into coming over."

"Well, you can bring a tape, or perform to one of ours."

Back in his room--Brian was in class--Jason dug around for a tape of some of his favorite music  He slipped it into the tape player and stood in front of the mirror.  When the music started he started moving. He felt foolish, but he didn't look foolish.  He hadn't noticed before, but he could be sexy on foot.  He practiced for a few minutes just moving and swaying to the music then he began to spice it up with some impromptu moves, swaying and thrusting his hips.  Then he started taking off his clothes.  Maybe he could do this after all. 

He didn’t tell Brian he’d taken the job. That night, when Brian was coming out of the shower, he saw Jason getting dressed after his shower.  He was just pulling on the cut-offs he'd worn to his "interview."

“Where’re you going?” Jason asked.

“To work,” Jason replied as he buttoned the jeans around his trim waist and smoothed his hand down over the bulge.

"Like that?" Brian asked.  "Oh.  You got the job at Racers!"

"Yeah."

"Great!"

Jason grabbed his T-shirt and slipped it on then picked up his gym bag.  “Well, it's not great, but it’s a way of telling my old man to fuck off with his bimbo wife,” Jason said.

“Hey, that’s your father’s wife, show some respect,’ Brian said.

“Fuck my father’s wife,” Jason growled. "And I probably could," he added under his breath.

“I’m getting dressed and come along,” Brian said excitedly.

“No,” Jason said. “I don’t want you there. At least not the first night, till I get used to it and know what I’m doing.  Besides, you’re not gay.”

“Huh?”

“It’s an all male strip club....a gay strip club,” Jason said.

“I’ve seen women go in, with their dates,” Brian said.

“You’ve seen ten times as many guys go in….with their dates.”

“Okay, I’ll stay away tonight, but I’m coming to see you do your stuff,” Brian said.

Jason was nervous as he climbed the stairs to the dressing room.  He was somehow taken aback when he saw the small room full of mostly naked guys, but he should’ve expected it; it was a strip club.  He was keenly aware of the eyes that followed him to a corner where he dropped his bag. He tried not to be nervous.  He’d done this hundreds of times in front of hundreds of other guys, but this was different. This wasn’t the locker room, and he wasn’t going to leave this room fully dressed, but nearly naked, and show himself to dozens more guys--strangers--downstairs that way. Mostly gay strangers.  He caught the glance of one guy in particular as he was pulling off his shirt.  He had decided to slip on a muscle shirt under his outer shirt.  And maybe he would put on a thong under his briefs; it would be that much more he would have to take off. It was more than a glance, really, for when he looked back, the guy was still looking at him. The guy watched him as he undid his jeans to take them off. In just his shorts, he dug around in his gym bag for the skimpier thong. He picked up the jockstrap but put it back. He would save the jockstrap for later in the show, or for another night.

Someone popped his head in the door. “Ten minutes, guys.  Is there a guy named Ryder here?”

Everybody looked around but nobody answered to the name.

“Well, shit, don’t tell me he didn’t show up,” the man muttered. “Now I’ll have to change the lineup.”

Suddenly it hit Jason; he was Ryder. “Sorry.  I wasn’t paying attention to the name. I guess I’m Ryder,” he told the man.

The guy looked at him, standing in his briefs with his thumbs in the waist band, about to shove them down.

“Okay, you’re on right after Arthur.  Don’t forget that name, cause I’ll be announcing you in that order.”

“Got it,” Jason said, and shoved his shorts down.  He wasn’t particularly aware that there were more eyes on him till someone spoke up.

“Well, fuck, there goes my tips for the night,” someone said.

“Yeah, there ought be a law,” someone else said.

Jason didn’t realize they were talking about him till he straightened, pulling the tiny thong up his muscular thighs and was lifting and placing his manhood inside the pouch.  He glanced about and saw guys looking at him. He paused for a second, then finished pulling the thong  up over his manhood.

“What?” he asked, finally, to everyone in general.

“Ignore them,” the guy next to him said. “They just saw that gold mine you just tucked away inside your thong, and saw their tips going south.”

“Uhh….guys, this is my first shot at this, I have no idea what the hell I’m even doing,” Jason said in a feeble defense.

“You’re doing it,” the other guy said, looking him up and down. “Fuck, I think I’m jealous.”

“Just wait till you see how bad I fuck this up, they probably won’t even let me do a second set,” Jason said.

The guy put out his hand and introduced himself.  “My name’s Tucker.”

“Jason. My real name.”

“Yeah, Tucker’s mine. It's also my stage name.”

The banter went on and Jason began to realize that a couple of the guys really were jealous, but most of them were only joking around about it.  The music started and the announcer could be heard downstairs.  The first guy’s name was announced and one of the guys rushed down the stairs. Jason wished he could go down and watch so he would know what he was supposed to do. He was glad for Tucker’s company.

“Nervous?” Tucker asked.

“Yeah, a little.”

“You’ll do fine.”

“Hell, I can’t even dance,” Jason said.

“You don’t have to know how to dance. Just move to the beat of the music. Trust me, that’s all you have to do,” he said, looking him up and down again.  “Listen, you need to put on some more clothes to go out there, maybe your cap and boots. It’s a strip show, you need to be taking something off to get down to those sexy briefs and that thong.”

“Oh, all right, I guess you’re right. Thanks. I told you I didn’t know what I was doing,” Jason said.

“So what made you decide to give this a try?” Tucker asked.

“I need money for college.”

“You’ll do good with the tips,” Tucker said.  “The guys are right, you probably will cut into some of their tips.”

“That’s all I need, having everybody pissed off at me,” Jason said.

“Don’t worry about it. Listen, do you want to get together afterwards?” Tucker asked, then quickly added,  “Just for a beer, no funny stuff. I’m straight too.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” Jason said. “Listen….the tips….how does that work, exactly?”

“You keep all of your tips; that’s why you don’t get paid much,” Tucker said.

“No I mean….I know, they stuff money in your jock while you're dancing, but after the set….I heard some guys talking about working the crowd.  What's that all about?”

“You don’t have to do it, but that’s where the real money is. You just go up to a guy and be friendly.  It's always good to put your hands on him, like on his knees or his shoulders, and he’ll do the same to you, only he’s gonna want to get his hands all over those muscles. Then you can move your hands down to his hips or on his thighs. If he's built, make some comments about his arms or his abs.  You don’t have to let him go too far, but the more attention you give him and the more freedom you give him, the more he’s gonna tip.”

“What do you mean, freedom?”

“Like feeling you up, playing with your butt, even putting his hand down inside your shorts.”

“I’m not sure I wanta let anybody do that,” Jason said.

“It's your call,” Tucker said.  “But it’s good to strike while the iron’s hot; you get ‘em all boned up with your moves on stage, they’re already digging out their money for when you come around. And you’ll probably get propositioned.  No, you will get propositioned.”

“Propositioned?”

“I almost never leave the club alone,” Tucker said.  “There will be some guy who wants you to go with him after you get off work.  That’s where the real gold is.”

“Go with him. Where?”

“To his place. To his motel room. Hell, maybe even his car or van.  For sex.”

Jason blinked.  “I don’t think that’s in the cards for me, either.”

“Suit yourself. But you can easily double your money by spending an hour or so with the guy.”

“Yeah, but doing what?”

“That’s always your call too.  Most want to give you head or have you fuck them.  I’ve had guys who just wanted to watch me jack off while they felt my muscles.  One guy just wanted to lie naked with me and talk. Easiest two hundred bucks I ever made.”

“You got paid two hundred bucks for lying naked and talking?”

“Mostly, I listened. But, hell, getting head or fucking some guy's ass is a pretty nice and easy way to make two hundred bucks, too.”

"You've actually fucked guys for money?" 

Tucker laughed.  "Hell, I've fucked guys NOT for money."

“Listen, uh….we never really talked about it when I hired in this morning, but do they go all the way with the clothes?”

“Technically, it’s against the law, but it’s a private club.  Definitely don't do it on the first set.  Sometimes the third set, depending on the crowd and the mood. Let’s go down and wait, you can see how we do it.”

Jason followed Tucker down the narrow stairway and they stood in the shadows to watch Arthur perform.  He was good, and his moves were pretty basic. Jason thought he could do it, and he was built a lot better than him.

Just then Jason heard his name called….Ryder. He was glad he’d come downstairs; he hadn’t even heard Arthur’s name called.

“You’re on, stud,” Tucker said.

Jason took a deep breath as the announcer informed the crowd that it was Ryder's first time at the club, and in fact, his first time ever on stage.

“Hey, tear the T-shirt off,” Tucker told him just as he was moving away.

Jason made his way through the crowd standing around near the doorway, to the small stage with brass poles at each end.  The lighting was such that he was unable to see the patrons when he jumped up on the stage, but he knew they were there.  The beat of the music was intoxicating and once he was on stage and started moving around to the beat, he was relieved to feel his nervousness flow out of him. He didn’t know how long he was supposed to dance.  Suddenly he noticed a large mirror on the wall opposite the bar. He watched himself and was pleased with the way he could move.  He unbuttoned the first two buttons on his cutoffs and pulled his shirt out of his jeans, tugging it up to show his lower abs.  There was some soft applause at first, and some whoops and hollers that encouraged him when he undid the rest of his fly.  Then he got the ultimate encouragement when a young guy approached the stage and stuffed some bills in the waistband of his briefs. 

“Take off the shirt,” the man said, holding up more money. 

"I'll do better than that," Jason said.  He gripped the shirt and ripped it apart, exposing his deep-ridged ab muscles and then his thick broad pecs.

“Oh, My Godd,” the man gasped.  He reached up and ran his hands over Jason’s stomach and squeezed his pecs, then he ran his hands down his sides and on down his bare thighs. He moved his hands back up Jason’s thighs and shoved them up inside the legs of his cutoffs, then he tucked more money inside his briefs, this time, deep inside the pouch.

Surprisingly, Jason was okay with the touching. It was money for college, and he didn’t mind having the guy’s hands on him; it was almost like he was worshipping his body.  As he moved away to face the other side of the room, another guy was there at the stage with money in hand. But he stood back a little and Jason took that as a cue that he needed to take off the cutoffs.  It was awkward, trying to take them off while he moved in time with the music but he managed to step out of them and tossed them to the end of the stage and began swiveling his hips and thrusting, wearing just his shorts. Several more guys came up to feel and stuff money inside his shorts. Another guy, who felt his thong underneath, encouraged him to take off his shorts. Jason was getting into it by how and he boldly told the guy to do it for him. The man smiled as he pulled the shorts down while Jason swiveled his hips right at his face level. When he had the shorts off of him, the man asked if he could keep them.

Jason leaned down and said, “I would have to buy new ones.”  The man stuffed a ten dollar bill inside his thong.

The set ended all too soon and the announcer was announcing Tucker.  Jason wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, so he stayed on stage till Tucker joined him.

“You did great, man. Now go work ‘em,” Tucker told him as he began his own routine.

Jason jumped off the stage and glanced around to see the first couple of dancers back in the darker end of the bar, mingling with the patrons.  He went in that direction.   Almost immediately, he was pulled in against a guy sitting turned around on a bar stool.

“Don’t rush past me,” the guy said as he began running his hands over Jason’s body.

“Sorry, I couldn’t see after those bright lights in my eyes,” Jason said.  He did as the others were doing and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders and swiveled his hips slowly to the music like he was still dancing.

“You were hot up there,” the man said. “You’re even hotter down here in the flesh.”

"I was in the flesh up there," Jason said.

"But this is hands on flesh," the man said.

Jason saw that the man had bills in one hand, and he stayed with him till he had tucked one of them inside his shorts, then he eased away from him and moved on to the next guy, just like Tucker said to do; leave them wanting. He couldn’t tell what the bills were that he had collected, but they were sticking our all around the waistband of his thong, plus those that were stuffed down inside. He eased away from a couple of pairs of groping hands when they found their way inside his thong, and once he gently eased a man’s hand away when he was getting too serious about playing with his cock.

“I can’t get a hardon yet, and you're going to give me one," Jason told him with a smile.

His heart was racing as he went back up the stairs to the dressing room.  He saw his thong was stuffed with bills, and saw that some of them were five dollar bills.  He began pulling the  bills out and straightening them to count them.  Tucker appeared behind him, rubbing his hand over his butt.

“Looks like you did all right for yourself, stud,” he said, smiling. “Did you get propositioned?”

“I don’t even know, I was so nervous,” Jason said.

“Well, if you didn’t, you will next set,” Tucker said. "Sometimes it takes one set for them to work up their nerve."

Jason counted the money; forty-nine dollars.  “What do I do with the money?” he asked Tucker.

“Stuff it down in your gym bag. You can trust these guys, but no need to tempt anybody. If anybody starts missing money, the shit hits the fan.”

The next set was more lucrative than the first, and when he went around to work the crowd again, he got propositioned by the first guy who had pulled him over before. 

“You shoved off too quickly the first time,” the man said. “I was going to ask what it would take to get you go to back to my motel room with me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I don’t know what worth your while means,” Jason said.

“Two hundred, for a couple of hours,” the man said.

“All right.” He startled himself with his quick answer. He hadn’t intended to accept any propositions--sell himself for sex--but it just came out in response to the mention of two hundred bucks, and he felt surprisingly comfortable with his decision.

“I’ll wait for you after your last set,” the man said

He finished working the crowd then went back upstairs.

“Well, I got propositioned,” he told Tucker.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah.”

“Great!” Tucker said, putting his hand up for a high five.  “You’re catching on fast.”

“He asked me and I just blurted it out, yeah, I would go, without thinking,” Jason said. “Now I don’t know what I got myself into.”

“Like I said, it's totally your call,” Tucker said. “Have you ever had sex with a guy?”

“No.”

“Let him know that, he’ll love it that you’re a virgin,” Brian said.

“I’m not a virgin,” Jason said.

“You will be to him.”

By his final set, Jason had accumulated a hundred and forty dollars, plus his base pay of twenty dollars from the bar. And there was a guy waiting to pay him another two hundred.

The guy, Jack, was waiting for him at the door. Jason went with him to his car. As they drove to the motel he wondered more what he had gotten himself into. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to come with the guy, but it was only when they were inside the room and he heard the bolt on the door that he realized that he was actually there to have sex with this stranger, for money.  It was male prostitution, pure and simple, and it had to be against the law.  But he was there, he had made a commitment, of sorts, and he didn’t have any way back to the club.

“Go ahead, get comfortable,” the man told him.  “You’re welcome to use my shower.”

“Yes, I should shower, the hot lights made me work up quite a sweat.”

“You didn’t need hot lights to work up a sweat. Your moves made a lot of guys work up a sweat,” the man said. “Besides it looked good on you, the way your muscles glistened under the lights.”

“Thanks.” He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower then stripped down. He could have stayed longer under the shower, but there was no use prolonging things. He wondered what the man would expect of him. He remembered Tucker’s words, “It’s your call.” But the guy was the one with the money, so it was a lot his call.

He was surprised when he came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and saw the money laying on the dresser.

“There’s your money,” the man said. “We agreed on two hundred, right?”

“Right,” Jason said.

“Here, let me have your towel, I’ll hang it up for you,” the man said.

Jason removed the towel and handed it to the man. 

“Oh, Godd,” the man gasped when he saw his fluffed up cock.  “I can hardly wait.”

Jason had never felt so completely naked and vulnerable in his life. He had been naked in the locker room and showers hundreds of times, but this was different. He casually pulled on his cock, suddenly proud of its size and the heft and meatiness of it, but still a little apprehensive about what the guy expected of him.  He needn’t have been.  Seated on the edge of the bed, the man reached out with one hand on Jason’s hip and brought him to stand in front of him. Then he put both hands on Jason’s hips and bent down and scooped his cock up into his mouth.

“Ohhhhhh, Shit!” Jason groaned, tossing his head back.

The man smiled around his cock then backed off from it.  “Sounds like that feels good.”

“Ohhh, fuck yeah! This is the first time I ever did this,” Jason said.

“Your first time out as an escort?”

“My first time out, and my first time to have a guy suck my cock or even let another guy touch me.”

“Oh, really.  That’s wonderful. I’m so glad I’m your first.”

“I kinda think I’m gonna be glad for that too,” Jason said.

As Jack sucked him, he leaned back and slowly maneuvered Jason onto the bed till he was astraddle his chest and feeding him his cock.  Jack clasped his hands around Jason’s tight butt and pulled him higher, urging him up over him. Jason assumed the position and began doing pushups over the man’s head, driving his cock all the way into his throat. Jack choked and gagged but he kept sucking.

Jason’s arms and legs were trembling from the intense excitement.  He’d never felt anything so good in his life.  He didn’t know how he was going to make it for the next few minutes, much less a couple of hours.  He worked to hold off but finally had to pull up.  His cock extracted from the man’s mouth with a loud suctioning noise. 

“I gotta break, before I cum,” he told him.

“Yes, of course.  I’m too anxious,” Jack said.  “Lie over beside me, we can cool down and work back into it.  But don’t be afraid to cum; I’m sure you can reload.”

“I can, but it's so good I want it to last,” Jason said.

“Me too, but I would like to get you off at least twice. Once in my mouth, and once in my ass.”

Jason blinked with surprise.  “You want me…to….f-fuck your ass?” he stammered.

The man smiled.  “You weren’t expecting that?” he said.

“I wasn’t expecting anything, I didn’t know what to expect, really, except maybe a blowjob.”

“Will you fuck me?”

“Yeah, I….I guess I can, if you want me to. I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

“Same rudiments as fucking a girl,” Jack said. "Can you cum twice?"

"I can cum as many times as you can get me off in two hours," Jason said.

"Ohh, Godd, I love that," Jack said.  "Climb back up here and feed me. Make me choke on that big cock."

"I guess that means you want a load in your mouth," Jason said as he straddled the man again and began feeding him his cock.

"Yes," Jack managed to say before his mouth was stuffed full and he gagged on the big hunk of meat.

Over the next twenty minutes or so they scooted down on the bed till Jason was hunkered over the man doing pushups over his face and thrusting his big cock all the way into his throat. He paid no mind that he choked him repeatedly because the man never told him to stop doing it. At one point he paused and straightened up.

"I ought to tell you, I cum quite a bit," he said.

"Drown me," Jack said.

Jason laughed and said, "I just might.  I just wanted you to know."

"I can hardly wait to taste you."

At the end he didn't cum in the man's throat because he said he wanted to taste him.   Instead, he withdrew completely and pumped his cock by hand, aimed at the man's face.

"Oh, Godd, Yess! Give it to me," the man whimpered with his mouth opened wide and his tongue out. 

A moment later Jason humped up over him and began shooting in his mouth.  He overshot several times and laid thick ropes of warm cum all over his face and in his hair, on the pillow and some even splattered against the headboard. 

The man tried to talk as he was gulping down Jason's cum and licking it up.  "My Godd....slurp....where did that....slurp, slurp....all come from?"......slurp, lick.

Jason smiled as he rubbed the head of his cock in the warm cum and moved it to the man's mouth.

"The next load won't be that much," he said.

"Just don't lose that hardon," the man said.

"Don't worry about that," Jason said.  "I can fuck you whenever you're ready."

"I haven't been not ready, stud, since you jumped up on stage and started twisting that fine ass around. I was imagining you twisting it around to much better use."

"I can do that," Jason said as he finished milking his cock over the man's mouth.

"Oh, I love it!" the man exclaimed.  "I love your cum, I love your cock, I love your body, I love the way you talk."

"I hope you like the way I move," Jason said.  He was suddenly feeling very confident in his newfound "profession."  He pushed to the back of his mind the fact that what he was doing was probably illegal.

Jack was ready.  He asked Jason how he wanted him.

"Hey, you're paying me, that's hour call.  How do you want it?"

"Oh, let me count the ways!" Jack replied.  "Every position you know."

Jason laughed.   "That might take more than two hours."

"I don't care how long it takes, I'll gladly pay your overtime rate."

"I don't charge overtime," Jason said. "Okay, I've got five positions in mind."

"Oh, Yess!  What are they?" the man asked excitedly.  "Oh, Godd, I love the way you handle yourself."

"On your stomach, on your back, on your hands and knees, standing up in front of the mirrors, and....turned upside with me facing the other way."

"Oh my Godd, you're going to fuck me a new asshole!" he shrieked with laughter.

"I'll do my best," Jason said.

Jason moved aside so the man could get on his stomach.  When he started to raise up, Jason pushed his butt back down.

"No, flat on your stomach....later on your hands and knees," he said.  "I assume you've been fucked before," he said as he straddled the man's thighs and began kneading his butt, which was surprisingly firm and tight, he thought, for a guy his age.

"Yes, but never upside down. And I think this entire experience is going to be like first times. I think I'm going to feel like a virgin again."

"Well, I doubt it'll be that good, this is my first try at this," Jason said. For some reason he was too shy to ask about lube or condoms but he didn't want to fuck bareback. He spat a glob of spit into the man's ass crack and worked it in with the head of his cock. Jack squirmed back against his cock. Then he found his courage. 

"Listen, I don't have a condom," he said.

"Oh. Sorry."  Jack scrambled to reach over the side of the bed and got a condom out of his pants and handed it to Jason.

"Thanks."

He rolled the condom over his cock and spat on it for lube.  The slickness came together in the crack of the man's as and the head of his cock pressed deep against the man's hole. He could feel it clinching anxiously against his cock.  He pushed, gently at first, but when he felt Jack pushing back, he shoved harder, forcing his cock through the tight hole. The thrust sent him in about halfway before he was able to check his entry.

"Ohh, Goddd!" Jack moaned, pressing his head back in the pillow.

"Is that okay?  Is it hurting?" Jason asked.

"If it does, it's a good hurt," Jack said. "Don't worry about it, stud, just shove that big, wonderful cock all the way in and fuck me."

Jason gave him what he wanted, with a loud, low moan of his own as his cock was enveloped completely in the man's warm, snug fitting ass. He leaned up over him and pressed his loins hard against the man's butt, flattening it as much as the taut muscles would allow. Jack moaned  when Jason twisted his hips around.

"Oh, Godd, yess....like that....Oh, fuck, yesss."

Jason quickly learned what moves made the man moan and cry out and he soon had his own repertoire of moves way beyond just moving in and out.  He fucked him flat on his stomach for twenty minutes or so then took hold of his right hip bone and urged him up on his hands and knees. 

"Oh, yeah, fuck me like a dog," Jack moaned as he eagerly assumed the position.  "OHh, Godd, fuck me like your bitch.  OOhhh....Ohhh....you go in a lot deeper this way," he cried out.

Jason could feel it to, but he didn't bother asking if it hurt, he just kept fucking. There were no time constraints, he wasn't keeping track of the time, for he was liking this as much as Jack, his client, and he was silently thanking Brian for pushing him into it. He would thank him properly when he got back to their room.

After a while Jason mentioned trying it standing up. Jack was eager to comply. He got off the bed and bent over the dresser with his face right in the mirror.  He watched Jason take his position behind him. He winced a little when he entered him but then quickly reverted to his moaning, whimpering state when Jason began fucking him.

Jason tried to allot the same amount of time for each position.  He had an idea how he wanted to finish.  He discovered that fucking standing up took its toll faster on his butt muscles and his legs. When he suggested on his back, Jack eagerly got into position with his legs held up for Jason to grab hold of. Jason stood beside the bed and entered him again,                      leaning over and plunging down hard.  It was a good position, he went in deep and it pleased Jack, but he was having to stay focused and concentrate on holding off.  Finally he decided he wouldn't try. 

He pulled out and turned Jack's body straight on the bed then stepped up to stand on the mattress astraddle the man's upturned butt.

"Oh, this is going to be hot," Jack said. "Oh, I thought you were going to face away from me," he said as Jack took up a position facing him.

"I changed my mind.  Since I'm going to cum in your ass, I'm going to make you cum in your mouth at the same time and eat your own load."

"You are so ingenious."

Jason laughed.  "Some would call it perverted," he said. He stood astraddle Jack's upturned butt and aimed his cock downward.  The head slipped in and he lowered himself on his haunches to sink in all the way to his balls.  He held deep and snug for a moment then began moving up and down.

"Ohh....Ohhhh....Ohhhhh, Godd....this is a whole new feeling....ohh, you're rubbing every inch across my prostate....oh, fuck....oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna cum.  Don't stop....fuck me harder.....oh, yeah, harder, harder....Ohhhhh....OHHHH GODDD!  Oh, Godd, YESS!...I'm cumming!!!"

Jack was cumming quicker than Jason had anticipated. He fucked him hard, trying to work up his own climax to coincide with Jack's.  It was a close call. He felt Jack's asshole quiver and tighten around his cock as he started cumming.  Huge streams of cum shot out of his cock, into his mouth and all over his face. He had to close his eyes and Jason grabbed hold of his cock to aim the jettisons at the man's mouth. Then Jason started cumming too. 

Jack uttered an animal-like squealing, whimpering moan as he threw his arms out to the sides to claw at the sheets. It was over in minutes, what seemed like hours.  Jason's thighs screamed for relief from the weight bearing down in such an awkward position and his butt muscles ached.  Jack was beginning to go limp under him and Jason's legs were going to give out. Finally, he leaned forward and literally collapsed on top of him.

It was a long moment before either of them moved. When they did, Jason simply leaned to the side and they toppled onto their sides, Jack still bent in half and Jason's cock still buried in his ass.

"My Godd, what just happened," Jack gasped weakly.

Jason laughed.  "I don't fuckin' know myself, except the best sex I ever had."

"It was that for me too, I'm glad to hear you say it," Jack said.

Jason started untangling himself from Jack and pulled his cock free.  The condom hung heavy with cum.  "Did I give you your money's worth?" he asked.

"Oh, stud, money can't buy sex that good. I can only offer a pittance."

Jason laughed,  "Two hundred bucks is hardly a pittance," he said as he was carefully removing the heavy laden condom."

"Can I have that?"

Jack frowned and shrugged.  "Yeah, I guess, the condom is yours, I only borrowed it. And I guess you could say you paid for the cum."  He handed it to Jack. "What're you going to do with it?"

"I'm going to freeze your cum," he said as he tied off the end. "Then I'm going to wash and dry the condom and keep it as a memento of the best sex I ever had."

"Want me to autograph it for you?" Jason joked.

Jack let him shower again, while he watched.  He watched him get dressed. When he was dressed and picked up his money he saw another twenty and a five besides the four fifties that Jack had laid out.

"You gave me too much," he said, handing back the extra bills.

"No I didn't. But I would like to have one little bonus for it."

"What's that?" Jason asked.

"A kiss.  A huge kiss."

Jason recoiled inside and almost said no, but his upbringing kicked in.  He couldn't reject the man like that and hurt his feelings after being so generous. Jack was standing now, in front of him, Jason facing the large mirror over the dresser.  He watched himself in the mirror, as if he were a stranger brushing his lips against those of another man and then his mouth opening at the urging of the man's tongue, and then he was kissing Jack back.  It surprised him that he felt a tingling in his loins and even a quivering in his ass.  He even moaned.  He forced himself to part, feeling a little breathless, and much surprised.

"Thanks for that," Jack said.

"Yes, but I still don't need the extra money," Jason said.

"You earned every cent," Jack told him.

Jason went to the door. He turned the knob and opened it before he realized that he was on foot. He heard Jack chuckle behind him.

"That's a long walk.  I'll get dressed," Jack said.

Jack drove him back to Racers.  It was closed but Jason got out there.  He told him he lived close by and he needed the fresh air. Back at his room, he let himself in, quietly, but Brian woke up.

"Where the hell have you been?  Racers closed over two hours ago."

"Fuck, where do I start?" Jason said.

"You can start by telling me how much money you made," Brian said.

"I think three hundred and eighty five dollars."

"Holy Shit!  Where do I apply?  I told you, you're a walking gold mine.  Do they need another dancer?" Brian said excitedly.

"Well, it wasn't all from dancing."

"Oh, really."

"I went to this guy's motel room and had sex with him."

"No fuckin' shit!"

"No fuckin' shit," Jason said.

"What'd you do?"

"Well, he sucked my cock for a while then I fucked him. He paid me two hundred bucks for less than two hours of sex, plus a twenty five dollar tip.  He asked if we could kiss for the tip money."

"And?"

"I let him kiss me.  Well, I....I guess I kissed him back."

Brian just lay there gaping at him.  Finally, he said, "Man, it's gonna take me a while to get my head wrapped around this."

"Man, so much shit happened tonight...I can't get my head around it and I was there.  I mean, I....I actually kissed a guy. I mean, it was almost a deep throat kiss, like swapping tongues. It was almost....hot.  And getting my cock sucked....okay, but I fucked him. And I......"  He stopped as if he'd caught himself.

"You what?" Brian asked.

"I had him in this position where he was bent in half with his butt turned up and I was standing over him, astraddle his butt, fucking him straight down into his ass, to make him come in his own mouth.  Well, he started shooting cum all over his face and he had to shut his eyes.  I grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it for him so he would get it in his mouth.  It was the first time I ever touched another guy that way. It felt weird. I couldn't believe I was doing it, I mean, I was jacking him off."

"Hey, it sounds like you're getting all fucked up in the head over it.  It was a job.  You did it for the money, for college."

"Yeah, I kept telling myself that."

"Just answer me this; would you do it again?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, I think I would."

"Would you do it again for free?"

Jason looked down him, a bewildered look, with a frown.  "What do you mean? Why would I........"

"Would....you....do it....again....for free?" Brian asked again, slowly, and reached out with one hand around the back of Jason's thigh.

Jason's look turned from bewilderment to almost a pained look.

"Brian....man, w-what're you s-saying?"

"I don't have two hundred bucks," Brian said in a husky tone.  "So, do you give freebies, like to your roommate?"

"Fuck man, are you wanting to....m-make it with me?" he asked in a tone of total disbelief.

"Only ever since you walked in that door at the first of the year," Brian said as he applied a little pressure on the back of his roommate's thigh to urge him closer. Suddenly he leaned up and began undoing Jason's cutoffs.

"You didn't answer me....you're gonna have to stop me if you don't want this to happen."

Jason didn't stop him. He couldn't. He could only stand there in numb shock and watch his roommate undo his jeans and shove them down.

"Where're your shorts?"

"A guy wanted to keep them when I took them off on stage. He gave me an extra ten bucks."

"Good, saves me the trouble."  With that, Brian leaned up and sucked Jason's cock into his mouth.

The End.

Posted: 06/11/10