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.