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Tuesday night during rehearsal for the musical theatre performance, my 71 year old client M called and said he'd like me to come over. Before we hung up, he also asked how I felt about there being someone else there when I arrived. I didn't mind at all. He has a penchant for beautiful young men (yours truly excepted [moment of humility; make a note]). The first time I ever shared M's time with another escort was about 6 months ago when he took P and I to the delicious La Campania in Waltham. P is a tall (6'1"-ish), drop dead gorgeous Brazilian stud presently living in Miami. With flawless skin, effortless masculinity, ripped body and pouty lips (and accent), he was high fashion quality. In fact, he mentioned that he had attended a go-see for Gucci, but the reps told him he wasn't dedicated enough. He agreed. In spite of all the good looks, he didn't come off as an arrogant jerk at any part of the evening. He was easy to talk to, seemed to take an interest in chatting with me and didn't see me as any type of competition (NOT that I was). All through dinner I couldn't wait to get back to the house to have some of P. But it wasn't to be. We'd all had multiple glasses of red wine and, given that P had arrived way earlier that day and had been fucking M practically non-stop, he said he was just too tired. Besides, it was after 11p. So I, too, called it a night, collected my pay, had M call me a cab (at his additional expense) and left. So naturally, I was chomping the bit at the mention of getting another chance to get paid to play with someone most likely very hot.
When I arrived at M's elaborate house just before 10:30p, I could see two handsome young men talking in the living room just through the window . I was presently greeted by both R and G. (M was in the master bath administering pre sex ablutions.) Both men were white with longish hair just to the nape of their necks. G was a tall, average-cute, dirty blond from the southern U.S.: very sweet and friendly, but his dick stayed limp all night and his ass smelled like milk farts. (May you never know. Just trust me.) I wasn't going near that thing. R, on the other hand, was a dark-haired Argentinian with a shorter 5'8", very athletic frame. His ass was comprised of two perfectly juicy, sun-kissed (and fresh-smelling) globes. He was all top that night, but my tongue was up his tight asshole every chance I got. I know I have a larger than average tongue, but I could barely get much beyond the tip in there. Oh yeah and R's dick was a thick 7 to 8 inch cut slab of meat. He had no erection issues. At M's command, we stripped and began to make out with each other and then included him. M asked, "so who's going to be the first to get fucked." That ended up being me...a few times. (Is it poor etiquette to get dick before the guy who's actually paying for it?) Oh, well. He put it out there. And, in my defense, I didn't jump up, start pointing to my ass and running around the room backward shouting, "ooooh me! I'm going first. Put the dick in MY hole!" I didn't say anything. R made that decision on his own. Without a condom, he came behind where I was bent over on all fours sucking M's small penis. He started grinding and messing around back there. Then he lined the head up at the entryway and worked his way in. He fucked me a few minutes completely raw with about 2/3 of his fat cock. It felt great and we were putting on quite a vocal show for the other two. I could tell M was very turned on. I don't know whether R genuinely expected that I was going to let him fuck me, but when he saw that I wasn't showing any signs of stopping him or tiring, he got a condom and lube. I suggested that M get pounded next (you know, the etiquette thing), but R hadn't had his fill of me yet. Sheathed, lubed and ready for action, this little monster semi-roughed me up. (I loved it.) He p-o-u-n-d-e-d me. (C does the same. I'm used to it.) He unintentionally started choking me from behind. (At least I hope it wasn't deliberate. You never know.) I had to reach up and put my hand between his arm and my windpipe. Eventually, he stopped banging my prostate and he relaxed his chokehold so I could breathe. I fucked M a bit. My erection wasn't all that much to scream about. (G and I were in the same boat in that regard, but my ass didn't stink.) I was tired, but R banged M. M brought it all to a close by jerking off. You know how we men are, once one blows, we all gear up. I took a special interest in R's orgasm. I held my head over the bed's end and let him throat fuck me, but it was too much. He wasn't getting close enough fast enough. I almost threw up. So I let him jerk off while he rode that beautiful ass over my face. When he was close, he shot his load down my throat. Delicious. Ever magnanimous, as we all lie around the bed (like an intergenerational interracial porno ad a la D&G), M announced that while he would be out of the country for 6 months, R would be around. His suggestion was that we should see each other because, "I think K likes your dick. Do you like his dick?" I said yes. (Big grin)
The Day After: Yesterday
Wednesday morning, I woke before 6a with a raging desire to stroke all day. Via one of the several Craigslist postings I made that day, a sexy, white, Back Bay muscle dude came over and swapped head with me for about 30 minutes. I didn't cum, but I swallowed his nutt, then jerked another hour and headed out for the 45-50 minute train ride over to a Brighton sex party that started at 12:30p. I got there nearly 1p. I've been on the event's listserv for a few years, but I go in spurts. I hadn't been in several months. They're at least twice a month and mostly around 7:30p or so, generally a week night. These parties take place at a private home and the entry fee is a flat $10. Included is a great spread of basic food (always something in the crock pot, fruits, cheeses, chicken salad, pita, an assortment of pastries and candies, hummus, etc.) and drink (sodas, fruit juices, beer, wine, water). There are two bedrooms of fucking, replete with condoms and lube, not that the former is always used. The host has been smart enough over the 8 years he's been having these to figure what works. He has 2 separate sessions on different nights: a younger group (through age 39) and an older group (everybody else). While he seems to be strict (for the most part) about the age policy for the younger group, anyone can go to the older sessions. (Smart man.) I mean, what older, heavier man is going to say, "get all these hot, nubile, big dicks outta here! We came to see liver spots and saggy old man balls goddamit!" Nuh uh. Notsa gonna happent. I ran into a few people I knew: an East Boston neighbor (average dick, didn't play with him this time) and G (Jewish, competitive swimmer, late 30s-early 40s, BIG dick, sweet guy but positively scatterbrained with what can only be categorized as ADHD - attention deficit in high definition). I wasn't feeling the love that day. There were several smoking (like fire) hotties with banging bodies and very large cocks who weren't giving me the time of day. The only difference I could see between them and me is that I was the only black dude there. That didn't have to be the reason, but I can't think of anything else. Whatever the case, they were not sharing their long, thick cocks in, I mean with me. I played with about 4 guys there in some capacity. Got dick from 2. The first guy fucked me twice: once without a condom, then with. When he stayed hard, it was big. In fact, he was the first guy I sucked. I couldn't stay too hard too long because of all the jerking and sex that happened beforehand. Edging works in reverse for me: It seems the longer I jerk, the smaller my already small loads are. I eventually shot my load as I was getting hard fucked doggy style at the very end of the things. Then it was a quick dip in the bathroom, followed by eating in the kitchen. This is always where I begin and end my time there talking with those I've made a connection with. The host even provides pads of paper and pens to jot down each other's contact info.
I sneak-photographed the Brazilian crotch a few nights ago at the State Street station on the blue line. Sexy guy with a sexy bulge. I've gotten good at aiming the phone's camera without looking through it.
Rentboy DILF
