How I became a gay prostituteIn talking with some of my hamster friends, I told them about my sexual experiences. Some of them suggested I write them as stories for everyone to enjoy. I thought that would be a good idea, since I also like sharing and talking about it.Everything you are about to read really happened, and it happened to me. The story is absolutely true to reality and is not embellished in any way. How I became a gay prostitute.When I was nineteen, I was working in a restaurant. It was fairly fancy, and the guy who ran it knew his stuff. He was a major asshole, and everybody hated his guts. Except to me. He was great with me, and everybody hated me for it. I had no idea why he liked me, but, as it happens, I was to find out.He liked drinking, a lot. Him and I went out drinking many times. He was really fun to be around with. A classy guy in his fifties, with a lifetime of experience and a world of knowledge. He was very intelligent and funny. I’ll call him Marco to protect his identity.One day, I was working early shift and we finished around two. Marco said how we did a great job that day and asked if I want to go for drinks. He said “Hey, I know it’s early, but that never stopped you before…” I was a bit reluctant but I agreed bahis firmaları anyway. Marco took me into his car and we drove off. He said he needs to drop by his home and change. When we arrived, he invited me upstairs. “Pour yourself a drink,” he said, “I’ll only be a few minutes”.His living room was pretty spartan, but tastefully decorated. A couch, a coffee table, a TV, a drinks cabinet, a few paintings on the walls, and a small wooden chair. I guess for guests. The afternoon sun was warming the room and creating a lovely atmosphere.I went to the drinks cabinet and found some expensive whiskey. I heard the shower on. He read had some quality drinks. I found two glasses and pored a generous amount in both. I sat on the couch. The drink started relaxing my muscles, and I heard the shower stop. Marco came out in a bathrobe, still wet, picked up his glass from the table and slammed it down in one gulp. His bathrobe wasn’t tied and he did not even attempt to hide anything. “Aaah, thanks, I needed that,” he said putting the glass back on the coffee table. His robe swung open. His body was lean and athletic and his small cock looked disproportionate.He said, cool as a cucumber, “do you want to suck me off.”I was shocked for a second, and I realised kaçak iddaa I needed to say something, I will never know why, but I just said ok.He laid down on the couch, his legs around me, and wiggles his hips to position himself just under my head. He didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows and thrusted his hips toward my face as if saying, go on, what are you waiting for? I put my glass back on the table, and slid down the couch. I took his small penis in my mouth, sheepishly, just tasting it. I didn’t really do anything with it. It was just sitting there, in my mouth. I wasn’t even touching it with my tongue. Marco was not moving, and was waiting on me to do something. I then felt a twitch in his cock, and I felt it starting to grow. It wasn’t long, and what was a small cock before was now quickly growing into a sizeable sausage. I could no longer avoid touching it with my tongue, and I started sucking it. As I let myself go, I felt a wave of excitement and heat washing over me, and I was sucking it deep and fast. I lifted my head slightly not letting that hard cock out of my mouth. Marco was moaning with his head tilted backwards. I then stood up. He was startled for a moment, but smiled when he saw me unbutton my pants and dropping kaçak bahis them down around my ankles. I was semi hard and my pre-cum was hanging from the tip of my cock. I turned around and offered him my ass. I rested my hands and knees on the small wooden chair. Suddenly, I realised what it was for. Marco didn’t hesitate. He put the tip of his cock against my anus, as if aiming, and then, with a single, slow motion, slid it all in. I groaned from the pain, since I never had anything in my ass before, but he too, it as a sign of pleasure and just kept shoving it deeper and deeper. He fucked me like an a****l for about ten minutes non stop, and then suddenly pulled it out, went around me, and shoved it down my throat. I remember chocking on cum and the smell of p*o. He kept throat fucking me until I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock.He then took it out, wen out of the room and came back with a cigarette and some money. I was still in position, not sure what happens next since I never came. He threw the money on the floor in front of me and just said “get dressed.”An overwhelming feeling of shame came over me, but I took the money. I remember how I kept thinking “great, I became a gay prostitute…”I stood up and before I could reach for my pants, Marco grabbed me playfully by the balls, squeezed them, shoved his tongue in my mouth and said, “I hope we can do this again soon.”I hated myself for a long, long time because of this. I’m now sorry we never did.