The Escort Service

By Gymhunk (Marlyn Lewis)

Published on Aug 26, 2001

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If you are underage, GET OUTTA HERE! If you aren't into man-to-man sex, what are you doing here!? Your life is real. This story is fantasy and fiction. ALWAYS practice safe sex.

The Escort Service

Although I was doing well in my senior year at college, my financial situation was precarious. The economy wasn't very good, so minimum wage jobs weren't going to get me the tuition funds that I needed. I'd already borrowed all I could on my student loan, and my parents were in no condition to help me out, either. My options were rapidly dwindling to bad and awful.

I'd known (but not actually admitted until now) that I was gay from the time I was in my early teens. I'd never acted on it. Why should I? I'm my own best friend, as it were. What could that be, you might ask? Well, let's just say that my dick was long enough (at 10") and my spine flexible enough on my 6'4" body that I could service myself orally. And I'd been doing that since I was eight or nine years old. Just something that felt good, and no one got hurt. In fact, I liked it a lot!

When I first started squirtin' a load, I knew I was on to something. Not only was it good tasting, but I enjoyed the feeling of a big cock in my mouth and a slippery tongue sucking all that yummy juice out of my oversized balls. I didn't want to be thought of as a "fag" by my friends and, because I could do myself pretty often and VERY well, I didn't have to act on any of my gay feelings. Besides, my friends gave me this image of fags being guys that wore dresses. I knew that wasn't me. Still, I wondered what it would be like to suck on a cock that wasn't mine.

So, that get's us back to my current situation. Flat broke. And reading a local rag of a newspaper. One ad in particular caught my eye. They were offering male companionship (escorts, they called them) to the discriminating gentleman. But, the small print at the bottom was what really got my attention. The quarter page ad also indicated that "handsome escorts of color are in particular demand. If you can meet the challenge, please call us at..." and they listed a local number.

Well, this was the 70's and everyone wanted to have a "token black man" to show off. For the kind of money they were suggesting ($100 per hour or $400 for the evening), I saw immediately a way out of my financial dilemma. I wasn't naive enough to think that all of that money would come to me, but I was hoping that I'd see at least half of it. After all, it was my hot body and big dick they'd be paying for. I thought I was worth at least that much. Before I could change my mind, I dialed the number.

"Gentlemen's Escorts," the pleasant male voice on the other end of the line answered.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered. "I was wondering about the male escorts that you're interviewing to be part of your, uh, company," I asked timidly.

"Of course. I'll be happy to help you," he answered reassuringly. "I'm sure you have lots of questions, so why not just fire away? And then, I'll fill in the rest for you."

"Okay, sure," again, I was stammering. "Uh, what kind of split do I get out of this?" I finally blurted out.

He laughed. "Right to the point, I see. Nothin' wrong with that, Brutha. I'm assuming that I'm talking to a brutha as that is what the ad requested."

"Right."

"Okay, then, to answer your question," he added smoothly, "we charge $100 per hour or $400 for the evening. You get half, plus whatever tips the gentleman might see fit to add to the bill. After each evening, we expect our escorts to bring in the money before noon of the following day, unless other arrangements have been made."

"Like what?" My curiosity was getting the better of me.

"Depending on your abilities and the generosity and needs of the gentleman, you may be asked to go away for a week to a conference or on a long weekend. We would, of course, expect payment to occur after your return," he clarified.

"Oh, I see. Well, ya see," I began hedging, "I'm a college student, so a week away would be out of the question. I have classes every weekday."

"Not a problem. We have lotsa guys who have other schedules to work around, too. So, tell me a little bit about yourself, like your name, what you like to do in bed and out, and so forth?"

"Uh, my name is Maurice, I'm a senior in college, I'm 6'4" tall, weigh about 220, solidly built, and I'm a virgin," I added proudly. Upon rapid reflection, I wasn't sure why I should be proud of that. The guy was looking for experience and I'd just told him I was green as grass.

"You gotta be shittin' me," he nearly exploded laughing. "I didn't think anyone over 12 was still one of those. How'd you survive so long?"

"I've been satisfying myself," I responded defensively.

"A hand job isn't all that satisfying," he challenged.

"I wasn't talking about jerking off. I suck myself off regularly!" I announced proudly. And this time, I knew I should be proud!

"Damn! You don't say!?" he said incredulously. "Just how big is that thang?"

"About 10" long and thick, too," I added with emphasis.

"Even with a dick that size, you gotta be flexible as hell for a guy of your height."

"That I am." I didn't know what more to say. I could almost hear the guy on the other side thinking about me. "The guy's got NO experience, yet he's got a big dick and can suck himself off," I was sure the guy was thinking.

"Tell ya what I'm gonna do," he began. "You come around here about 6 p.m. tomorrow and we'll talk about your qualifications. I think we can work that virginity angle to your benefit. A tall, muscular guy with a big dick is gonna work in really well here, IF you're all that you say you are," he added almost menacingly. I know he didn't want me wasting his time.

"You won't be disappointed." He gave me the address, with directions. I promised to arrive the next day on time.

"You understand," he added near the end of the conversation, "that this will be an audition as well as an application process."

"You expect me to suck myself off in front of you tomorrow?" I asked sharply.

"I'll expect a lot more than that, if you're to work for me, Maurice," he shot back with finality.

I looked at the ad again after hanging up. They were damned sure of themselves. Their "office hours" were from 6 p.m. to midnight, daily. The ad was clear that this wasn't a prostitute situation, just companionship. I don't know who they thought they were kidding with that disclaimer.

The following afternoon, I arrived at 6 pm. It wasn't quite dark, being March. However, this was sunny California, so there was a warm breeze blowing. The door to the business had a glass panel in it, with sheer curtains on the inside. On the glass was etched, "GenEs, Ltd." Gentlemen Escorts, Limited, I decided. Kinda classy, not "in your face." Seeing a nice looking man sitting at the only desk and talking on the phone, I went in.

He looked up and smiled broadly, motioning me to a chair. I sat as he concluded his conversation and hung up. "I sure hope you're Maurice," he grinned extending his hand.

"Guilty," I smiled back and shook his hand warmly. I was surprised that he gave me a "brutha" handshake. He didn't look very black, but upon closer examination, there was something African in his gene pool that showed vaguely in his face. He wanted to put me at ease and I was immediately disarmed by his charm.

" And my name's John. Somehow appropriate, don't you think?" he added with a big smile. "You ready to start, Maurice?" he immediately asked me.

"You mean, tonight?" I was nearly incredulous.

"Sure!"

"Well, I suppose so. Why not? That IS why I came in here," I finally admitted to both of us. "Don't you want to know more about me first?"

"In fact, I do," he smiled engagingly at me. "But, I wanted to see how you handled surprising situations. First, you need to understand that you aren't my employee, but you're a contractor. That makes the taxes and all that easier to handle. Then, I'll need to know what kind of sex you think you'd enjoy and what kind of man you'd want to enjoy it with." I knew enough about taxes and contractors to know that this was for his benefit, and not necessarily for mine. But, this wasn't going to be a long-term relationship, I told myself. If I didn't raise the cash for tuition and dorm room and board in two weeks, I wasn't going to college next term, anyway.

"Where do we begin?" I asked. He handed me a mess of papers and went over them with me, explaining what he thought I needed to know. I asked a few questions, but this was pretty straight forward. "Now, I'm just gonna make some notes about your likes and dislikes." He started with a series of questions about what I enjoyed wearing and my social graces, like at parties, did I take fast notes, did I have a good memory, did I have any hang-ups about any race or type of man (fat, lean, short, tall, married, etc.). Some of the questions required some thought, but most didn't. Some of these "gentlemen" really did want to use this service as a way to get a hot looking man who also had some skills as a "gopher" or even secretary. And then the fringe benefits of sex at the end of the day without having to worry about commitment and all that.

I suppose I answered all of his questions to his satisfaction. He told me it was time for the "audition". He pulled us behind a screen at the back of the office, locked the front door, and sat on the "convenient" bed (casting couch in this town). The windows had already been shuttered. With a smirk, I did a striptease that I was pretty proud of. I'd done it at more than one party and got a great ovation each time. A muscular, flexible body, big basket, and handsome face did make it all pretty impressive. When I got down to just my shorts (having exposed my bubble butt several times, but not my dick, yet (although you couldn't miss seeing that big thing even from across the street)), I said, "How about if you take these off with your teeth?"

It was obvious to me that my striptease had worked on him. His basket was enormous with a big, hard dick cramped inside. His smoldering eyes were full of lust. He pulled my shorts down lovingly, stopping every couple of inches to lick my thick, black shaft. Just as he exposed the head, my hard cock was released from its confinement. It swiped his right cheek leaving a trail of precum, and hit just above my navel with a wet splat. It lengthened to its fullness, dripping more precum.

"Fuck! What a cock!" he exploded gleefully. He went down on me, struggling to get it into his throat, but finally succeeding with his lips munching my tight pubic hair. I'd never experienced anything so slippery and tight in my life. If he did anything other than breathe, I was gonna cum.

The phone rang.

He pulled off reluctantly, muttered "Damn!" and went to answer it. It was obviously a good customer, as he already knew his name by the caller's voice.

"I have the perfect man for you, Carlos," he purred. "Brand new, just signed him up today. And just your size." I wondered what that meant. Big dick, tall, muscular, or was he being more metaphorical, meaning I was just his type? "You bet, Carlos. He's available tonight and eight o'clock would be just fine at your place." He looked over at me for confirmation. I nodded agreement. He smiled, finished the conversation with, "You're gonna love this guy, Carlos." After mentioning my name so I could be admitted through the gate at the estate, he hung up.

"Your first client and a great one. I'm sure you'll like him a lot," John went on.

"What do ya know about him that you're willing to share?" I asked pulling on my clothes.

"He's about your size and height. He's got a big dick, not as thick as yours, though. And," he added in a stage whisper, "his lover is one of the L.A. Lakers. Carlos always gets some big dicked guy to fuck his brains out when his lover is outta town. Evidently, they fuck like bunnies, day and night. So, when the lover is out of town, Carlos has needs that aren't being met. And, he's a big ol' bottom, so you'll do just fine." I got a funny look on my face. "Something wrong?" John asked with a conspiratorial smile.

"Well, I'm not really up on the terms, yet," I confessed.

"Oh, a bottom is a guy that likes to be the receiver of your gifts. In Carlos' case, we're talking about your big cock in his tight ass, and fucking the hell out of him several times a night. His lover evidently has an even bigger one, so you won't have any trouble with him being unable to handle that big cock of yours," he added squeezing the thick tube hanging down inside my right pant leg.

"I see," I said. I didn't want to show all my ignorance, so I just let the rest of my questions stay unanswered.

"You also won't have to worry about him wanting to fuck your ass," he assured me. "He'll only want your cock in his butt. Whether you want to suck his dick or not is up to you. He doesn't need it to satisfy his agreement with us, which, by the way, is that he pays you in cash and I bill him for my share. And I didn't tell him you're a virgin. He's expecting someone who knows their way around. You're a bright kid with a big dick. I'm sure he's not going to see more than your big, black cock, anyway," he added with a laugh.

John gave me an address in the Hollywood Hills with directions. I'd lived in the LA basin most of my life, but I could still get pretty lost on those winding streets. That would be a disaster on my first job.

Although John considered resuming our fun, Carlos was too good of a customer for John to drain my balls even once. Carlos would probably request several encores, if I were any good at all. Performance was everything and I'd bragged about my ability to cum several times a day. John regaled me with several tales of GenEs, Ltd's escorts who'd complained about how insatiable Carlos is. I was beginning to worry. Could I perform up to this satyr's standards?

With a promise to be prompt, I left John's office.

I went back to the dorm, took a shower, put on the proper attire (coached by John before I left his office), filled the VW with gas, and headed for the address. LA freeways are always awful on Friday nights. This was no exception. I finally pulled off the freeway and took surface streets. Arriving fifteen minutes early, I parked on the street outside the estate and rehearsed a little speech in case I needed one. I didn't. My nervousness was only going to make me sweat, so I rang the bell next to the gate. Hearing no answer, I wondered if the connection to the house was broken. It wasn't. I was just anxious and more than five seconds had passed.

"Carlos," said a voice from a box above my head hidden in the foliage.

"Uh, this is Maurice from GenEs, Ltd.," I sputtered. "Get a grip, Man!" I said to myself.

"Hi, Maurice," boomed the voice. "Come on in. Did you drive your own car?"

"Yes, I did."

"Good. I'll open the gate for you. You can park inside the grounds. You wouldn't want to have your car swiped while visiting here, now, would you?" he added laughing.

"Thanks for the offer," I replied. I trotted back to my car (about 30 feet away) and raced it through the gate. I wasn't sure if he could see the gate or not, but I wasn't going to take any chances of having to ask him to open it again, because I was too slow. I parked the car in front of a quadruple garage, and walked back to the front door. Just as I arrived, it swung open.

"Hi, Maurice. I'm Carlos," said a gorgeous man of my height, but definitely more muscular. All I could think of was "Stud!" My mouth must have been hanging open. He laughed good-naturedly. I took his proffered hand and shook it as I had John's earlier. "You must be kinda new at this, Maurice," he allowed.

"Does it show that much?" I grinned weakly.

"On you, it's quite charming," he answered.

He already had me liking him. But, I was starting to play some old tapes in my head about a gorgeous, hunky, built guy like this taking dick up the butt. This was really turning all my gay stereotypes upside down. He invited me inside to what looked like a garden room. Plants and flowers were perfectly arranged around the glass-walled room, making it a delightfully bright room during the daytime, I was sure. But, this time of night, all you could see was the lights of LA. Looked damned fine to me.

"Have you had dinner, Maurice?" he asked.

"Yes, I have. Thank you for asking," I replied.

"How about something to drink, then? Say wine or something lighter or harder?" he further inquired.

"A clear soda would be fine. I'm not much of a drinker," I replied. I didn't want to get looped and not be able to perform.

"Glad to hear it," he smiled. "Alcohol isn't good for the body." He made two drinks and we sat on a comfortable sofa overlooking the city. We talked for at least an hour like we were old friends catching up on what we'd been doing in our lives. He was, in fact, a professional trainer, which is how he'd met his lover and why his body was so gorgeous.

The conversation returned to weight training. He showed me a well-equipped gym. I asked lots of questions and he answered all of them enthusiastically. He removed his shirt and showed me how to correctly do one particular exercise with barbells. "I don't want to tear this shirt or sweat all over it," he'd said. "Now, you try it." I took off my shirt and did it as he'd shown me. "Very nice, Maurice. Good technique and a very good body. I could really get you into fantastic shape. You already have the basic body size and tone." I blushed a little. "The truth of the matter, Maurice, is that you are one hot number already," he added, gently twirling my nipples in each hand. Looking at that gorgeous man had caused them to be erect already. His own nipples stood out proudly from his square pecs. The big bulge in his tight levis showed that wasn't the only thing that was erect. My own cock was tenting lasciviously in my dress slacks.

Carlos licked first one of my nipples, then the other. I had no idea there was a direct nerve path from my nipples to my cock. I knew my cock was leaking, but I had no idea it had created such a big wet spot until Carlos remarked on it, giving the shaft and thick head a playful squeeze. That pushed a big drop of precum through the fabric. Carlos swooped down and engulfed the spot with his open mouth and lapping tongue. He had me so turned on, I knew I had to stop him.

I pulled him back upright with a apologetic grin. "I don't think you want my load strained through my slacks," I admitted.

"You're right, Maurice," he smiled back. "Let's hit the sack."

He guided me to the bedroom. It also looked out over the city. What a breathtaking view. "Let me help," he suggested. We'd already kicked off our shoes and socks in the garden room, so the only thing he had to remove was my slacks (as I wore no underwear at John's suggestion). They puddled on the floor around my ankles in a rush. "Nice fuckin' cock, Maurice!" he beamed. He went immediately to work on it. The guy was a natural and well practiced. He had me deep-throated in less than five seconds. He was even better than John was. This was going to be the fastest blowjob on the planet. I pulled him up again.

"Let me return the favor," I suggested, hoping my reason hid the fact that I was within a couple of heartbeats of flooding his throat with my male seed.

"Sure," he agreed eagerly. I unpopped the metal buttons from his Levi 501's and slid them off his legs. John hadn't been kidding. Carlos had an impressive weapon. Delightfully curved, the length matched mine, but the thickness was somewhat less. I went down on him as he'd done to me. I'd never sucked my cock very far into my mouth, so I wasn't sure I could get his down my throat. After a couple of failed attempts, I decided to work over the head of it just like I did my own.

Evidently, Carlos had similar problems with getting over-revved. In less than a minute, he was pulling me up to my feet, too. "How about a more comfortable position?" he offered, nodding to the California King bed. His cockhead bubbled some precum, then a gob of cum. I hoped he didn't cum yet. I leaned over and sucked up the lengthening rope of cum. Quickly, he pulled me off again. "You'll have me cumming too soon if you keep that up," he warned good-naturedly.

He moved over to the bed and laid on his back. "I gotta cool my jets for a couple of minutes. Come over here and sit on my face." I'd seen enough jerk-off magazines to know that he meant for us to get into a 69 position, but with my butt in his face instead of my cock. That sounded okay to me, too. I was just as afraid as he was of cumming too quickly.

I positioned myself into a 69 position straddling his trim waist with my knees. Carlos pulled me back to his eager face, using my hard dick as a handle.

Another surprise! My asshole was also connected to my dick, just like my nipples. This was going to be a race to see who could hold out the longest. I was determined that Carlos would cum first. My only option now was to give him the best blow job I'd ever fantasized over. I leaned over, burying his prong in my throat as far as I could. The angle was much better here than in the weight room. The curve of his slender cock slid effortlessly down my clutching throat. Saliva poured around his dick with each new descent to the root of his manhood. I slipped a finger up his saliva-lubricated asshole.

Carlos bucked once, moaning loudly, as my middle digit passed the second knuckle into his gripping, channel entrance. "Damn, Maurice! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

I put even more effort into my virginal blow job. My own orgasm was still lurking at the edge of my consciousness. If he were to stick a finger or a cock up my ass, I know I'd have blown my load instantly. Sensing that I wasn't going to let up, he laughed, "Two can play that game!" And he pulled my cock between my legs and slipped it into his mouth. His tongue played across the tip like the experienced cocksucker that he was.

I was losing the who-cums-first battle. With desperation born of inspiration, I twisted my finger up his butt, hitting all sides. I knew from my reading those jerk-off magazines that there was a joy button inside a man's ass that was sensitive to manipulation. And I was determined to get his cum in my mouth before he could cause my flood.

The plan was good. But, reality and Carlos were better. I could feel my climax building and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it. I'd be flushing his throat with my male juice in less than five seconds. I loved the build up and the rush to flooding, but not now. I wanted to eat his cum first.

As I resigned myself to the inevitable, Carlos lurched, moaned loudly, and began spraying my throat and mouth with his hot, creamy ball honey. I smiled to myself, pulled back enough to taste and feel it, and to give him the best tongue action I could manage. In one gush, I was unloading down his throat as well. In the years that I'd been sucking myself off, I'd learned how to not make a sound (to keep the obvious pleasure I was giving myself away from the rest of my family).

Carlos momentarily choked in surprise, then swallowed in pleasure as I shot rope after creamy rope of my fuck juices. He continued to empty his own balls into my mouth as I pumped more into his. His tight throat and mouth were far better than my own blow jobs I'd given myself. No wonder gay men loved sucking dick. This was a great reward after so little work to get it. My finger continued to ravage his hole, bringing up more ball honey with each jerk of his cock.

When I sensed he wasn't delivering any more of his nectar, I withdrew my finger, but kept sucking his dick as he continued milking my cock with his hands, lips, and tongue. Groans of pleasure escaped Carlos' throat each time I went down completely on his diminishing hard-on. I milked his cock like he was stripping mine.

I released his softening cock, pulled his knees higher, and dove for his recently digitally violated asshole. I smeared his own cum over his hole, lubricating it even better than my own saliva had. He released my dick as well, and resumed eating my ass in accompaniment.

For several minutes, we dined on each others quivering, pulsating butts. I had no idea that eating a butt could be so enjoyable for the eater and the eatee. I loved the reaction I was getting out of Carlos. He was really getting into it. I pushed in one finger, then two into his eager hole. "Yeah, fuck it, Man!" he groaned with each insertion. I twisted my fingers inside him, giving him more pleasure.

"You ready to get fucked, Carlos?" I asked.

"You ready to fuck me, already!?" he exclaimed.

"My dick doesn't go soft for a while after I cum," I explained. "And it has been a couple of days since my last load, so I'm still horny enough to cum again."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You ready for a load in your ass instead of down your throat?" I sneared at him.

"FUCK, YES!" he challenged.

"How ya want it? What position?" I smiled back at him.

"On my back," he grinned right back at me. "I wanna see your face when you cum in my asshole."

Without further conversation, he reached into the night stand, pulled out some lubrication in a pump jar, and handed it to me. I applied it liberally to his hole and my cock. My dick had waned a bit, but not by much. Carlos had continued to suck or stroke it. It was still more than 9" long. The head was reduced in size, but that would make the penetration of his ass just a little easier.

I positioned myself behind him as he smiled up at me. His legs rested comfortably on my broad shoulders. My cockhead skidded across his hole and bounced off his balls. Grabbing my wayward dick, I aimed and shoved the head in. I knew this would hurt him a little. He was so damned cocky. I'd show him!

But, he only grimaced a little at the sudden invasion. He reached up and twisted my nipples gently. My cock instantly reacted by getting very hard again. Pushing in another three inches, I watched his face to see if I were going too fast. All I saw was a dreamy smile and heard a murmured, "More, more."

Well, I recalled John telling me that Carlos' lover had a really big cock, so Carlos was probably used to big cocks up his ass. With that reminder, I allowed myself to slide completely in to the root of my dick. Could it be possible that this felt even better than his mouth and throat? It was amazingly tight, considering how much action it had had in the last several years with his big dicked lover. He amazed me again with internal muscle controls that not only squeezed my cock for a very tight fit, but also, somehow, managed to milk my cock like a well-lubricated hand would. How'd he do that!?

"Don't even think about holding back," Carlos instructed. "I want it hard, deep, and fast! Blow that second load so far up my ass that it'll shoot out my nose!"

Although I didn't need the encouragement, I established a fast, long-dicking pace. If I'd not just cum, I'm sure his highly trained ass and my virginal eagerness would have sprayed his guts in less than another minute. But, I'd been desensitized enough to enjoy a long ride on this bucking bronco. He begged for it, deeper, harder, faster, more! Carlos was insatiable.

I leaned into his torso, sucking his dickhead into my mouth while still screwing his hot ass. His needy hole squeezed more tightly around my pistoning shaft. With each thrust and reversal I swallowed the expanding head of his phallus. Once more, Carlos was grimacing, trying to hold back the raging tide of cum I was sucking from his balls. But, his ass needed more heavy plowing and I was just the man to deliver more male seed into his deep, well-fucked furrow.

However, this time, I wasn't going to be the winner of any contest to hold back a flood of cum. His repeated clamping down, releasing, and milking of my dick was more than any man could have withstood for very long. I considered myself lucky to have survived these five minutes with the rapid pace of our coupling. But, it couldn't last. I knew he had me and there was no holding back. When my cockhead swelled one last time for the delivery of my load, he too was pushed over the edge of his own climax.

Carlos bellowed out his pleasure at being fucked hard and deep, as he squirted his ball juice high over his head, landing on the headboard twice before trailing back along his face, chest, and finally dribbling out into his navel. I thrashed above him, spewing my hot load as high up has eager ass as I could get it. I'd buried my dick as deeply as my dick root and his gripping hole could press together. More cum jetted from my cock, sowing my male seed into his non-fertile ground. Slowly, my climax subsided and I withdrew my obsidian fuck stick from Carlos' playground.

I had to ask myself why I'd waited so long. This assfucking was great stuff! Even better than sucking dick. And sucking someone else's dick was even better than sucking your own, I decided. Why did I wait so long?! I could have been enjoying all that hot dick in the dorm for the last several years, as well as high school before then. Many of my friends in high school and college had shown more than a passing interest in my big dick. What a dunce I'd been!

"Gawd! What a fuck!" Carlos crooned. "Not for a moment do I believe that nonsense about you being new to this stuff. You do the innocent thing really well, but when it gets right down to it, experience always shows. And that flexibility you have to suck me off while fucking my ass is incredible. How'd you do that?"

I was complimented by his high praises of my sexual prowess, but despite my protestations to the contrary, Carlos was convinced that I'd been around, a lot!

"Oh, just something I picked up to satisfy myself as a teenager some years back."

"Yeah, you can suck yourself off?" I nodded. "This I gotta see!" I demurred saying that I'd already cum twice in less than 10 minutes and I needed a little rest. Perhaps later? He made me promise that I would before the morning.

"And, do you have anything going on tomorrow?" Carlos asked.

"Why, uh, no. I just finished my last final," I added cautiously. "I have almost two weeks before I start my last term as a senior. Why?"

"For one thing, I'd very much like you to spend the night with me, Maurice," he grinned broadly. "I gotta see that personal blow job you were telling me about." I happily returned the smile. I wouldn't mind bangin' his hot ass, too, a couple more times before heading for home tomorrow morning. And sucking my own cock was always pleasurable.

"And, secondly," he continued, "I'd like to get to know you better. I can't think of a better way than to spend most of tomorow with you as well. I have a couple of clients to deal with tomorrow afternoon, but that will give you time to get home and pack an overnight bag for tomorrow evening. I'd love to get that big log of yours up my tailpipe a few more times."

The dollars signs must have been shining in my eyes. "Besides," he added conspiratorially, "I'm sure a college student in his last term could use the extra cash?"

"You gotta deal," I replied. "But," I said upon reflection, "I feel kinda weird taking money for somethin' I enjoy so much. It doesn't seem right."

"How long's your contract?" Carlos asked.

"I signed up for only two weeks, with renewal options if I work out," I answered. I didn't want to tell him that if I didn't score the cash in two weeks, I'd be too late to get the tuition paid after that anyway.

"I think you're so damned wonderful that I'm gonna ask John about buying out your contract or getting some kind of exclusive arrangement, so that you only see me for those two weeks," Carlos decided. That was sure fast. I'd only sucked and fucked him once and already he thinks he needs to get me exclusively?

Panic must have registered on my face. "Don't worry, Maurice," he reassured me. "This is only if you want to."

"It is more than a little sudden. I don't know what to say," I stammered.

"Just say that you'll think about it," he smiled. "After this weekend, I'd like to discuss it more. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed. The dollars were talking to me again, but I felt cheapened by it all. You shoulda thought about that before you answered the ad, I chastized myself. Dumb Fuck!

In the middle of the night, I woke up on my side, with my stiff dick sliding into Carlos' butthole. He'd engineered the whole thing. It sure felt good as the head slipped inside, again. I pushed a little more into him to let him know I was awake. "Good. You're awake. Now, FUCK ME!" he insisted. So, I rolled him on to his stomach and hammered his hole until I emptied my nuts of their contents for a third time that evening. All he could do was beg for more and encourage me to fuck him harder and deeper. When I finally climaxed into him, he begged me to stay atop him with my cock still buried far up in him. Considering how hard my dick was, that wasn't going to be a problem. I think it wanted to go another round. I convinced him to roll on to his side, so there wouldn't be so much weight on him. Only after several minutes did he agree. And he kept wiggling his ass, hoping I'd stay hard enough to fuck him again. My cock was surely up to the challenge.

After fucking him on his side for a few minutes, I rolled him on to his back and banged away on him again. This time, though, I bent over and sucked his cock while screwing him. The combination was more than he could handle. He knew he was going to cum soon, so he went into high gear, massaging my cock with his ass muscles the best way he could. Even though I'd cum only 10 minutes before, he had me ready to shoot again in less than two more minutes. I thought I might be able to hold out, but when his first shot of creamy cum hit my tongue, it was all over. Once more, I filled his eager butthole with my load as he emptied his own ball honey into my oral cavity. I kept sucking his cock, trying to get out all the juices, just as he continued milking my dick to get out every drop of my dick gravy.

I rolled off him finally, lowering his legs back to the bed. "Still, a hot fuck," he whispered. We slept like babies until the sun awakened us about 6 am. With piss hard-ons, we decided we'd better hit the bathroom first and get cleaned up. But, in the shower, Carlos once again had his way with me. The man was insatiable and I was a willing slave to his sexual needs. Although we started innocently enough by washing each other's body, Carlos was bent over with my cock up his ass for the fourth time and my fifth load jetted into his body as the shower began to cool. I began sucking him off, but he insisted he wanted me to give myself a blow job in the bedroom while he fed me his dick at the same time.

That sounded fine with me.

I rolled up into a ball against the bed with my legs over my head. My cockhead slipped into my mouth, eliciting a gasp from Carlos. "Fuck! You really can suck yourself, Man!" he exploded. "This Jack's gotta see." Carlos got on his knees above my head and started jacking himself off. I jacked off in the same rhythm, getting ready to blast my load. My tongue flickered over my cockhead, making Carlos moan and rub his dickhead against my lips. His breathing was ragged and his faced screwed up in almost a painful expression. If he was trying to hold back, this wasn't working.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" he roared as he pointed his cock at my mouth and jetted cum shot after cum shot into my open mouth. Just as he finished his third shot onto my tongue, I let go with my own cum squirts. My mouth was filling with hot male nectar. It was deliciously warm and creamy. I swallowed twice to keep it from spilling.

I flopped my legs on to the bed, unbending my spine and relaxing my shoulders. "Geez! What a climax!" I admitted.

"The only thing that could have made it better would have been a big dick up my ass while I was shootin' cum into your mouth," Carlos grinned. "I'm still overwhelmed by your ability to suck on your own cock."

"You could probably do it, too, Carlos," I prompted. "You only need to be a little more flexible. Lord knows, you've got a cock big enough!" Although he tried several times to get his dick in his face, he wasn't limber enough, nor was his cock cooperating after a climax.

"Perhaps later today?" I suggested.

"Maybe."

We dressed, went out to breakfast (his treat), he paid me, and I left him at his door after another frantic fuck near the pool in the backyard. Carlos couldn't get enough, that's for sure.

After calling John to be sure that the arrangement was for Carlos to send money to John and pay me independently my share, I told John that I'd not be renewing my contract with him after two weeks. "Gonna retire, are ya?" he asked with a laugh.

"Nope," I replied. "Just don't have a need for the extra cash after that time. Either I get enough in those two weeks, or I don't go back to school this term." I didn't want to tell him that I'd hit a client who wanted an exclusive contract. Let Carlos and Jack deal with that.

That evening, I arrived at 6, as promised. Carlos instantly wanted to try sucking himself again, but once more failed. I demonstrated again for him, but he started eating my butthole while I was doing that, so I sucked his dick until he came. Then, I fucked him until I came (which didn't take long the way that fabulous butt of his worked my dick over).

We went out to dinner, then hit a couple of bars where he introduced me to a couple of his friends. They made it more than clear that they'd be happy to make it a three-way, but Carlos would have none of that. Although he was paying for my time and body, I wouldn't have thrown out either one of them. Both were hunky, short guys, with barrels chests and round butts. One of them showed a big basket. Carlos confided in me that it was the other one who had the big dick, though. "You've heard the phrase, It's a grower, not a shower.'? Well," he continued, "that's Clyde. I'll bet his is bigger than yours and nearly as big as Jack's. But, he's a total slut," Carlos laughed. "Just like me!"

Carlos had already told me that Jack was coming in on a late night flight that we'd be meeting. As he was still paying the clock, I was willing to spend the time. Jack got off the plane on time with most of the rest of the team. It was a chartered flight, of course. The Lakers had a lot of financial backing and could afford to have their own jet take them from game to game. I noticed several of the guys looked even bigger than they looked on television. Damn! They were TALL! One of the bench warmers was particularly attractive with a nice, high, round ass. I mention that in a whisper to Carlos.

"He's the guy that Jack fucks all the time when Jack's at away games and my hot ass isn't available," he admitted with a sly grin. It sure seemed to me that I was going to be very busy the rest of the evening. If Jack was as horny as Carlos, I was going to be well used. I had no idea how true that thought would turn out to be.

Jack and "Hot Butt" waved to each other as we left through different doors to get to our cars. "Hot Butt" was met by a woman. I asked Carlos what was going on with "Hot Butt." He told me the guy was married, but loved big, black cock up his ass. As far as Jack could tell, Jack had been the only one to fuck the guy, but he couldn't be sure how true that was considering how much the guy loved it and took Jack so easily the "first" time.

"Carlos tells me you don't get fucked," Jack asked. "That right?"

"That's right," I replied somewhat sheepishly. I knew my virginal butt wasn't about to take on either of these two guys. They were way too big for my hole.

"We'll see about that," he winked to Carlos, conspiratorially. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. "Don't worry, Maurice," Jack laughed. "We won't be rapin' that fine ass of yours. By the time we get done with ya, you'll be beggin' for it."

I didn't believe that for a minute. Their dicks were too fuckin' big! But, he sure seemed confident.

As soon as we were in their house, we all stripped. Carlos was munching on my asshole and Jack was deep-throating my 10" rammer. After a few minutes of exploration of my body, Jack grabbed my dick and said, "Follow me." That gorgeous butt of his, I'd follow anywhere. It was rounder and bigger than Carlos'. He stopped when we got to the bedroom. "You want some of this?" he asked bending over. His hole winked at me lasciviously. My cock jerked and drooled more precum. "Looks like ya do," he laughed. He got on his hands and knees, and handed me the lube jar as Carlos ducked beneath Jack to start their 69. "Nice thick cock, Man. Take it kinda easy the first few inches, will ya, Maurice?"

"Sure," I agreed. After applying the lube, I entered Jack's chute slowly. He winced once, but expertly relaxed to take the next several inches before moaning. I couldn't tell if he were in pain or in pleasure. So, I held off a few seconds before resuming my plunge. Wiggling his butt to tell me to resume, Jack went down completely on Carlos' dick. Carlos managed to do the same thing to Jack's cock. It had to be nearly 12" long! On his 6'9" frame, it didn't look that big. But, when I stroked it a few times between his legs, I knew it was bigger than mine. It wasn't thicker, but it was sure longer. I'd remembered seeing that big cock of his waving around in his basketball shorts and wondered just how big it got. Now, it was clear to see that it wasn't fake. Just a damned big dick!

I was settling in for a good fuck when Jack moaned loudly and started to buck beneath me. His butthole and channel clasped and pulled at my cock. He was obviously shooting his load down Carlos' gripping throat. Carlos let rip his load after tasting the healthy spunk that Jack was shooting. I was bringing up the rear, but what a rear. I hammered him hard, fucking him deep and fast. My climax crashed over me just as Jack and Carlos released their oral prisoners.

Jack bellowed, "Yeah, Man! Fuck my ASS!" I didn't need any encouragement, but that deep voice begging for my load pushed me beyond my climax wall, and I flooded his guts with my creamy man juice. Over and over, I crammed my dick hard up his butt. With each wave, I slammed into him, squirting more of my maleness. Although I'd been cumming a lot in the last couple of days, this had to be one of the biggest climaxes I'd had yet. I didn't know if I'd delivered a big load, but it sure felt like it.

I rolled off the big man, gasping for breath from the exertion. Carlos and Jack untangled and pounced on me. "Didn't I tell ya he was fine?" Carlos asked Jack.

"You didn't lie, Bro! Fine doesn't begin to describe Maurice," Jack responded grinning. If I were a white boy, I'd have blushed.

"Let's hit the shower," Carlos recommended. "You gotta see how Maurice can suck his own cock, Jack." After scrubbing down, we returned to the bedroom, but not before Jack plugged Carlos' butthole. Just before Jack came, I went down on Carlos. I knew he was going to cum and I wanted to savor his sweet juices, again. I wasn't disappointed. As Jack reclaimed his partner with a big load higher up Carlos' ass than I could have pushed it, I tasted the male essence of Carlos once more.

They had me so turned on, I nearly came myself. But, Carlos made sure that I didn't touch my dick while he was being serviced at both ends. With a final soaping and rinse, we dried off. One more time, I demonstrated my oral abilities. Jack was as fascinated as Carlos had been. As I neared my climax, Carlos reamed my butt with his swirling tongue. Jack pumped Carlos' butt, again. He had the same kind of non-deflating cock I did. Jack just wouldn't go soft when there was another naked man around having sex.

Carlos' fingers began probing my hole along with his tongue. I stroked my dick, licking the head and a little of the shaft as I blew myself. Carlos' index finger found my prostate. With only two strokes across it, I started to cum. I could only mumble my climax moans of pleasure.

My mouth was full of dick and ball honey. Mine. And the additional stimulation that Carlos was providing with his finger made my climax peak twice before I finally collapsed with my dick still drooling cum.

We slept soundly in the big bed with me in the middle. As dawn approached, Jack wanted to be fucked by my thick cock, again. I was happy to oblige him. All that heavy fucking motion woke up Carlos. He got behind me again, licking my ass. With Jack's face buried in the pillow, my dick was deeply plowing his hole. Carlos withdrew his tongue and stuck in a couple of fingers. It was a heavenly feeling.

"Yeah," I crooned. "More." Carlos inserted a third finger.

"Yeah, more for me, too," Jack begged. "Deeper." My pace was slow, but I was making sure that he felt every inch as it inserted and withdrew. "Big, thick dick! Just what I need," sighed Jack.

I wiggled my butt trying to enjoy Carlos' digital manipulation of my prostate. I wasn't that close to a climax (after all the activity of this evening), but I could feel it coming. Carlos took that as a signal to fuck me with his long, thin cock. When he removed his fingers, I thought he was changing positions. Instead, he slipped his dick into me as the last finger withdrew. It felt like it could have been a thumb, but it was too long.

Looking over my shoulder, I could see that the head had disappeared up my butt, plus some of the shaft. Carlos was taking it slowly, making sure that he wasn't going too far, yet. My pistoning of Jack hadn't changed. If anything, I had lengthened the strokes to impale myself on Carlos' newly inserted cock. Fucking me with only half the length of his dick, Carlos set up a good motion that matched what I was doing for Jack. The added sexual fire was more than I could deal with. Before I could warn anyone (including myself), I was flooding Jack's hot, manly ass with my cum offering. I could have sworn that I started cumming from my curling toes. My fingertips tingled as I squirted again into Jack.

Carlos was rapidly banging my ass, trying not to plunge too far into me. I needed more dick to satisfy my lust for this new found pleasure in my ass. I pushed back hard into Carlos, nearly knocking him off me. But, the intense pleasure (with a hint of pain) forced more cum from my balls into Jack's eager hole. My prostate was joyous! I wanted it rubbed more with that wonderful dick in my ass. I backed into Carlos again, going balls deep. This hurt even more, but the pleasure was overwhelming as I fucked hard into Jack, dragging Carlos with me. Carlos howled out his own climax as I collapsed onto Jack with one last bucking into his tight ass.

My round ass kept Carlos at some distance, so that he wasn't completely buried inside me. But, it sure felt good right where it was. My ass felt bathed in man cream. This was great stuff! I wondered what Jack's big cock would feel like in there, blasting his hot load up my ass. Before we got out of bed, I found out. As Carlos had done, Jack didn't completely bury his dick in my butt, but I sure knew what a thick, long cock felt like as it sprayed a big load into my well-fucked ass. Carlos sat on Jack's face, while I sat on Jack's cock. It was a perfect fucking machine. That was when I found out that all you have to do is sit on Jack's face and he'll cum. I used that to my advantage on several future occasions.

Jack did buy out my contract. I moved into their mansion in the Hollywood Hills the next week. I moved from the dorm, but finished my last senior year term. Jack got me interviews with several accounting firms in town, plus with the team management. I had several offers from those interviews, but selected one from a smaller company in the L.A. basin.

I have my own company now. Jack is retired from basketball and is coaching and Carlos is still a personal trainer. And "Hot Butt" left his wife to live with us. I haven't any idea why our foursome works. There is no jealousy or competition for sexual favors. We have remained horny and bed hopping for this last 25 years. Well, that's not actually true. We've worn out three beds in those 25 years.

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