COLTON:

    "Fuck, man. Suck my dick. Fuuuuck, that feels good! Go nice and deep."

    I moaned in pleasure and placed my right hand on the back of the cocksucker's head. He had a short buzzcut so there was no hair to grab hold of, unlike the long-haired girls who normally gave me blowjobs.

    "Fuck, Dean, that feels nice," I continued panting, my breathing accelerating as my ballsack scrunched up. "Fuck, bro, I'm getting close, man."

    Dean's head began bobbing up and down faster. His left hand was on the hilt of my penis, his fingers raking through my pubes; while his right hand stroked his own dick faster and faster. I spread my legs as wide as I could but I was limited for space, sitting behind the wheel of my parked truck.

    "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum, man. I'm gonna cum right down your throat," I warned him, giving him one last chance to pull back if he wanted to. Instead, Dean did the complete opposite and deepthroated my tool until the tip of it was hitting the back of his throat. Within seconds, my cockhead was spitting out three, four, five wads of semen, all neatly deposited down Dean's gullet without making a mess in my vehicle.

    I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ecstasy for a minute. When I opened them again, I noticed that Dean had blown his own load in his left hand, holding on to it carefully. A moment later, he lifted his head up from my lap and, bringing his hand to his lips, he chugged down his cumshot.

    "What a way to celebrate getting fired, huh?" he chuckled, tucking his dick away and pulling out a vape pen. "You vape?"

    "Sure," I said, even though I rarely did. I accepted the pen and took a hit of whatever blueberry-flavored substance was in it.

    "I'm glad we got to do this, man," said Dean, patting my right knee with his left hand as I tucked my own dick back in my jeans. "To be honest, I've been eyeing you for months now. Wasn't sure if you were into dudes or nah."

    "You're only the second– no, third guy I've gotten a blowjob from," I said truthfully. "I had a couple of guys suck me off in college. Other than that, I've only been hooking up with girls for the past ten years."

    "How old are you now?" Dean asked, taking a hit of the vape pen.

    "Just turned 24 in October," I replied. "I finished grad school in May. This was my first job after graduating."

    "You were doing the six-month probation, right?" 

    "Yeah," I nodded, taking another toke before continuing. "So I wasn't too surprised they didn't extend my contract. They were bound to cut someone. But goddamn, it's annoying."

    "I know what you mean," Dean nodded. Along with myself and three other people, he was also fired this morning. "I need to figure out what I'm gonna do next, and quick. Otherwise I'll have to start a FansOnly just to pay rent."

    "Are you seriously considering that?!" I asked, immediately regretting the judgmental tone I'd used.

    "Nah," Dean chuckled. "I got a friend who does that and she makes some good coin. But it ain't for me. I coach kids basketball on the weekend, and I love it. So I can't do porn on top of that. If the parents found out there'd be hell to pay."

    "Well, I'm sure you'll find something soon," I tried to sound reassuring.

    "What bout you, you got some prospects already?" Dean asked.

    "Yeah, but none of them here in Austin," I said. "So I'm considering moving to Seattle."

    "What's in Seattle?"

    "I got a buddy there who can get me a job," I answered. "Plus, my dad lives there."

    "Ah, nice. You and your old man get along?" Dean said.

    "Yeah, he's cool, I guess. I haven't seen him in a while. He and my mom got a divorce when I was six. He went to Seattle after that. I'd spend the summers with him when I was a kid, but I haven't seen too much of him since I graduated high school."

    "Well this might be a nice occasion for y'all to reconnect," Dean noted optimistically.

    "I'm sure we will. I might need to ask to move in with him for a while. Not sure I'll be able to afford a place in Seattle at first."

    "Yo, moving back in with your parents is never easy," Dean shook his head. "Is he remarried, does he have a new wife?"

    "No, he lives by himself. He's actually gay. He came out shortly after the divorce."

    "Aw, that's kinda cool," Dean smiled. "Does he know you're bi?"

    "I never said I was bi," I barked more defensively than I'd intended to. Sure, I enjoyed the blowjob I'd just received from Dean, but accepting it was a spur-on-the-moment kinda thing. 99% of my sexual experiences were with girls. "Besides, I don't really talk about my sexuality to either of my parents."

    "Okay," Dean shrugged, taking a final hit of his vape pen before grabbing his stuff and saying, "This was fun, man. You got my number if you wanna keep in touch. And good luck if you end up going to Seattle."

​

(Dean is a character in Big Brother Summer)

 

JOE:

    "Yeeeah, fucking take that dick! You fucking pig. You like having a cock up your ass, don't ya, you faggot?" I growled.

    "Yes, Sir!" Kirk squealed, squeezing my hard dick with his sphincter. He wiggled around in the sling a little bit, almost as if he wanted to somehow work more of my dick into him, but I was balls-deep already. The small, windowless room was dimly lit with just one light fixture that gave off a red-tinged glow. We were surrounded by various sex toys hanging on the wall or sitting in shelves, with a few scattered on the floor nearby, the ones I'd used to open Kirk up before filling him with my thick cock.

    He was an experienced bottom and didn't really need to be stretched to accommodate me, but that was part of what he liked, and what he was paying for, along with the blindfold and the handcuffs that he had on. I glanced over at the full length-mirror on the wall, taking in the sight of Kirk prone in the sling and my muscular ass pushing in between his spread legs. This could easily be a scene from a porn studio. I would have loved to wear a harness to complete the picture, but Kirk preferred my moderately hairy chest to be bare, even though he couldn't see me right now. He liked my pecs, and as with the other areas of my body, I worked hard to keep them well-defined.

    "Ready for my fucking load, faggot?" I asked, feeling my balls tighten up. Watching myself in the mirror like this always got me extra horny, and I was already worked up from nearly two hours of play. It was time to breed this ass.

    "Yes, sir!" Kirk responded, sounding desperate. "Make me yours, I need your seed inside me!" I looked down past my clenching abs and watched as my cock emptied into his guts. As usual, my load was substantial and I saw some of it leaking out of his hole as it gripped the base of my cock. I knew he'd be distressed if he knew that a few drops ran down onto the floor mat below. Kirk always wanted to keep every drop inside.

—

    "Thank you for that," Kirk said with a smile after taking a quick shower, slowly falling out of character. He put on his expensive suit, combed over his bald spot with his fingers, and walked to the coffee table in my living room, where he had left his briefcase. Just like every Tuesday evening, he pulled out an envelope full of cash, which I accepted without counting it. After three years' worth of weekly meetings, I knew Kirk was good for it. "Listen, I won't see you next week, unfortunately," he reminded me. "It's my daughter's baby shower."

    "No problem," I nodded. Unlike my companion, I was still fully nude. "Is this your oldest daughter?" I inquired politely.

    "Yes, my oldest one," Kirk beamed proudly. He had a wife and three kids, and soon he was about to be a grandfather. His high-stakes job in finance was stressful, and seeing me every Tuesday was his favorite way to relax. He was a handsome man, despite his age beginning to show in the wrinkles on his face. I believe he was 55 – seven years older than me. He was one of my first clients when I started doing this, and as such I had a soft spot for him.

    "The next time I see you won't be here," I announced. "I'll text you the address. Might be a hotel room or an apartment somewhere. Won't be far from here, though."

    "Oh. Will you have someone staying over?" Kirk asked as he put on his coat.

    "Yes. My son Colton's moving here from Texas," I said. Normally, I didn't reveal details about my private life to johns, but I didn't have qualms when it came to Kirk.

    "That's right, you have a son. How long will he be staying with you?"

    "Not sure. Hopefully not too long. But he needs to get to know the city, figure out which neighborhoods he likes before getting a place of his own."

    "I'm sure it won't be as nice as this," Kirk chuckled, looking around my elegant apartment with a killer view of downtown Seattle. 

    "No, I doubt it will be," I agreed.

    "Does he know what you do for a living?"

    "He knows I'm a massage therapist. Which is… half true," I pointed out.

    "Ha, I suppose it is," Kirk smiled. Then, he walked up to me and dropped to his knees. Kneeling down in his expensive suit, he looked even more submissive than when he was tied up in my sling. "I will see you in two weeks, Sir. I will miss you. It's an honor to go home with your cum inside of me."

    Kirk kissed my feet, then the inside of my thigh, and finally the tip of my penis. I helped him up and with a smack on his ass I walked him out of my apartment. As I shut the front door, I glanced around at the living room area, which looked a lot more cramped now that my massage table was in here. Normally, the table was in the spare bedroom (my "massage room") but now that my son would be staying there for a while I had to move it. I wasn't thrilled with the arrangement, but I loved Colton and of course he came first.

    I sat down at my computer desk and logged into Men4Rent, a website which was my main source for getting new clients. I had a number of new messages and bookings, as usual, most of them from men in their 50 and 60s. However, the final message was from a new account that had no profile image and looked to be brand new:

    Hello Daddy. I like your profile and your photos, and I'd like to meet you. Please note: I am 18 (I look young for my age, but I have the ID to prove it). I'm a virgin, and I think I'd like to have my first time with someone like you. I also have some special requests that we can talk about in future messages. I've attached a couple of body pics. Hope to hear from you. Troy.

    The message included several images, and I was glad that Troy had included the disclaimer about his age, because he definitely looked like a high school kid. The fact that he was small-framed and silky smooth helped, of course. His asshole certainly looked like it could be cherry: it was nice and pink in the pic where he was spreading his cheeks and looking back over his shoulder seductively.

    I felt my dick get hard. Maybe it was his eagerness, how he started right in with that "Hello Daddy." Or maybe it was the boner pill I took before meeting up with Kurt. Either way, I was looking forward to getting to know Troy. I responded to the message, going back and forth on whether to open with "Hello Son" or "Hello boy," and eventually settling for the latter.

    After responding to Troy, I switched over to my regular email and found a new message from Colton. I started that reply with "Hello Son," which amused me enough to keep a smirk on my face until I'd finished typing. I had no idea what it would be like, living with my son and continuing to work as an escort. But, I guess I was about to find out in a few days.​