Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas (12 page)

“Nick, get up and take everything off. Walk around the room and go stand at that front window.” Nick looked confused and embarrassed, but he did as he was told. I just stood in front of him naked, ready to follow my next direction.

“Christopher, come over here, sit on my lap, and play with my nipples.” I did as I was told and he continued to stroke his cock. His dick was kind of small, mainly because it was surrounded by his belly and covered in long wiry pubic hairs. I really didn’t care what this guy wanted, and I was fine with everything, as long as he didn’t want me to suck his dick. I’ve sucked a lot of cock in my lifetime and I usually loved doing it, but the hardest thing for me was sucking dick covered in an enormous belly and pubic hair. The stench from a crotch like that could be overpowering and the smell would sometimes linger in your nose for hours, sometimes days, afterward.

“I’m a recovering alcoholic and I don’t use drugs, so getting a massage really opens my mind and helps me relax. Will you rub my shoulders, Christopher?” I do so willingly as I try to balance myself my six-foot-one frame and two-hundred-pound body on his knee.

“Jesus, Christopher... that’s amazing,” he said. “Nick, go put on your jeans, shoes, hat, and a different shirt. Christopher, go put some pants on and walk around.” We both did as we were told, and after Nick got dressed, Jimmy told us to make out. We approached each other and did so willingly. Having another escort there to fool around with always helps make the time go by faster, and we were both thankful the other one was there. It was also comforting when it was someone you knew and had good chemistry with. It made the whole process a little more fun and enjoyable.

“Okay, that’s enough. Nick, take off your shirt, put it in your back pocket, and stand in front of me. Christopher, get dressed in another polo shirt, put on a ball cap, and walk around. Nick, sit on my lap and play with my nipples again.”

Again, I got dressed in yet another outfit from the pile of clothes he brought and began to walk around.

“All right, Nick, get up and go make out with Christopher.” Again, we did as we were told. “Okay, Christopher, come over here and rub my shoulders.” I left Nick to go rub his shoulders. He moaned and smileed like it was the best feeling he had ever had. This man was seriously loving this and totally getting off. “Oh, my God, this is amazing.” Nick continued to walk around the room, and I continued to rub Jimmy’s shoulders.

“Look at Nick... isn’t he gorgeous?” he asked me.

I nodded and said, “Yes, he is.”

“I love to watch beautiful young guys like you two... walking around, taking your shirts off, and being sexy. You both are so fucking hot, it drives me crazy and I can’t even deal with it. I love pretty boys with hot fucking bodies and it drives me insane to know I can never have either one of you. The only way a gross guy like me could get a guy like you is to pay for it, and that’s fucking hot.” He let out a scream and said, “Wow... okay, I need to stop for a second.” Apparently, our “hotness” and presence was too much for him, and he needed a break. Neither one of us had done anything, except play with his nipples over his T-shirt, give him a neck rub, get naked, and make out with each other, but the intensity of it all was too much for Jimmy. As he excused himself and went to the bathroom, I looked at Nick.

“How’s it going?” I asked.

He smiled and said, “Good, I’m kind of tired and totally hungry. I really wanted to stop at Starbucks and get some food but the line was so long.”

“I know,” I replied. “ I woke up late and had no time to eat.”

We both rolled our eyes and half smiled at each other. I asked him, “So this stuff is pretty interesting, isn’t it?”

He laughed quietly and said, “Yeah right... really, uh, interesting.” I guess you could say this was our version of escorting water-cooler chat.

Jimmy returned with a small Bose speaker and an iPod.

“This stuff we’re doing really helps me work through my issues from my past. I remember coming out of the closet in the ‘80s and being really young and fat, and sitting in bars watching guys like you two knowing I could never have them. You guys probably think I’m crazy, and this stuff is kind of different, but I really get off on it.” Nick was quiet, but I reassured the man that it was not a problem and we were cool with whatever he wanted to get into. “You’re going to have to excuse my bad taste in music, but I wanna put on some music from the ‘80s to help bring back some memories. It’s all very New York late 1970s and early 1980s”

“Yeah, that’s cool... do what you gotta do,” I told him.

He put on some disco music and sat back down on the chair. He squeezed a giant gob of KY jelly into his hand and began jerking off again. He spit on his hand to make it even wetter, and a look of satisfaction came over his face as he slipped back into his relaxed state of mind. Jimmy seemed like a really nice guy, but he looked like a dirty old man stroking his cock and moaning in the chair. I guess he had no other way of getting laid unless he paid for it, but that was probably why he was so turned on by the scenario we were creating for him. Money is power and this man knew without his cash, he had no chance of being with hot young men. Aside from getting dressed and undressed, standing around naked, playing with his nipples, and occasionally Nick and me kissing each other, there was really no sex going on between anyone.

He told Nick to circulate the room, and then told me to sit back down on his knee and rub his shoulders again. I squatted my body back on his knee without putting my full weight on him and tried not to crush him. Doing this was killing my quads, and I was feeling the pain from my leg work-out from the previous day at the gym.

“Yeah, that’s fucking awesome. It makes me feel really good. You like to make me feel good?”

I nodded in agreement as I made direct eye contact with him. I could tell this guy was getting intense and I wanted to show him that I was equally intense and not fucking around with him. Nick seemed a little freaked out by the incident, but I have seen weirder behavior and I figured to make the three hours go by quicker and at least make it seem interesting, I should engage him and get into it as much as I could. I was not into whatever this guy was doing, but I always liked to test my boundaries and see how far I could go when faced with new or odd situations with clients.

Continuing to hold the direct eye contact with me, he asked, “You wanna be my boy?”

“Uh-huh,” I answered.

“You been a good boy for me?”

“You know I have. I’ve always been your good little boy.”

“Oh, man, that’s awesome. I love hearing that. “ He closed his eyes and dropped his head into a state of relaxation. I continued rubbing his shoulders, and Nick was still wandering around the room.

“Nick, I want you to stop, turn around, and look out the window. Christopher, I want you to get off me and start walking around the room.”

I did as I was told, not sure what it was that turned him on about seeing two guys wandering around a hotel room, but he was loving every minute of it.

“Okay, Christopher. Take off your shirt and keep walking around. Nick, get naked and come stand directly in front of me.” We did as we were told for the next few minutes.

“You have a nice ass, Nick.”

“Thanks,” he answered innocently.

“You want Christopher to fuck that ass?”

Nick’s eyes opened as he perked up and said, “Yes, I do.”

“Christopher, take off your jeans. Come over here, bend Nick over the table, and fuck his ass.”

I took off my jeans and started stroking my dick to get it hard. I’m already semi hard, and the Viagra began to kick in. I took a condom out of my bag as well as the lube, bent Nick over the dining room table, and lubed up his hole. Nick eagerly bent over and got ready to take my rock-hard dick. You could tell this was probably going to be the highlight of Nick’s morning, and I was happy to give it to him. Nick has always been an eager bottom when we’ve been together sexually and he can always take a good pounding, even though I remembered I had made his ass bleed a few times. I began fucking him and he moaned as I went in and out of his tight pink hole. We fuck for about two minutes, and then Jimmy stopped us and told us to go into the other room. Jimmy didn’t have much interest in having sex with us or seeing us have sex. The meeting was not about that; instead it was about changing outfits, walking around, and reminding him of the years he spent as a self-loathing man coming out of the closet. To Jimmy, this scenario and experience were more pleasurable than actual sex.

We went into the bedroom and he asked me to shut the blinds. As I did so, Jimmy took a seat in the chair next to the window. Nick walked into the room a minute later, still naked, and took a sip of water from his bottle.

“Christopher, come sit back down on my knee, and, Nick, shut the door and walk around the room.” By this point, the drapes were closed, the bedroom door was shut, and there was hardly any light in the room. We could still see the glaring sunlight creep in underneath the drapes, but it was pretty dark.

“Nick, put your jeans back on and climb on top of the bed and face the window. Christopher, can you keep rubbing my neck?” We did as we were told for the next few minutes until he instructed us to switch positions. I lifted myself off Jimmy’s knee, and Nick climbed down from the bed and onto Jimmy. I hoisted myself on top of the beautifully made queen-size bed and faced the window. I stood up there fighting yawns as Nick stroked Jimmy’s nipples and he continued to edge his dick closer to an orgasm. We did this for a few minutes, and I seriously began to think I was going to fall asleep standing there in the completely silent and dark room.

“Let’s move this back into the living room,” Jimmy said, and Nick climbed off and I stepped down from the bed. I looked at the alarm next to the bed and saw we had already been going at it for close to two hours.

It hadn’t seemed that long, but it surprised me that we had basically been doing nothing except walking around, standing, changing clothes, sitting on his knee, pinching his nipples, and occasionally massaging his neck. This was definitely one of the strangest yet easiest gigs I have ever had to do as an escort.

I excused myself to use the bathroom as they made their way to the living room. I took a few minutes for myself in there to use the toilet, splash some cold water on my face, and breathe for a few minutes. I glanced into the mirror and I thought I looked like shit. I barely got any sleep the night before and I didn’t feel my best. I knew this was an easy gig, but I was ready for it to be done with so I could go home and get in a catnap before I hit the gym.

I came out of the bathroom to see Nick packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave about halfway through the appointment. Jimmy had told me in the e-mail he sent a few weeks back that he would usually ask one of the escorts to leave so he could have some one-on-one time with the other guy. I guess I was the other guy chosen to stay behind. He handed Nick his money and thanked him for making time to see him. Nick smiled, thanked him, and gave him a hug, then walked over to me, hugged me, and we said our good-byes. Since it was Halloween weekend, I told him I was sure we’d be seeing each other out at the clubs. He checked for his keys, wallet, and phone and was on his way out.

After Jimmy closed the door behind Nick, he walked over to the iPod and chose a new song. I didn’t recognize any of the music, but it was fun and I liked the disco beat it had. I wasn’t around the gay clubs in NYC in the ‘70s and ‘80s, but I’m sure this is what they all played.

He sat back down on a chair and asked me to put on a ball cap and sit on his knee and gently pinch his nipples. I found the cap he brought and squeezed it on my head. My head was bigger than most guys, and I had a hard time finding hats, but I managed to squeeze my head into the ones he brought.

“Nick is a nice kid,” he said, “but I don’t know if he was really into what we were doing.”

“Yeah, he seemed a little unsure about it, but he’s a good guy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve known him for a while and I really like him.” I smiled at Jimmy, and he asked me to pinch a little harder on his nipples.

“Too hard,” he said. “I like it a little hard but not too much. A little more gentle.” He closed his eyes, laid his head back, and began to relax again. “That’s it... oh, my God that feels so good.”

“You like that?” I asked

“Oh, yeah. It feels great.”

“You like it when I pinch your nips for you?”

“Oh, man... yeah. I’m a dirty motherfucker. I fucking love it.”

“You’re a dirty perverted fucker aren’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, man. I’m fucking disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting, you perverted fuck?” I asked.

“I’m so fucking disgusting, Chris. Tell me how disgusting I am... tell me,” he commanded.

“You’re so fucking gross and disgusting; I can’t even stand looking at you.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned.

“You fucking like it when a hot guy comes to your room and pinches your nipples, you perverted fucker?” I asked, and we continued this dialogue of utter humiliation and he ate it up.

“I fucking love it. I’m so fucking disgusting and gross. I fucking need hot guys like you to come over here and make me feel like a total pig.”

“That’s because you are total pig. You’re a disgusting, gross, perverted twisted, fucking pig.” This turned him on even more and he closed his eyes, threw his head back, and began stroking his cock harder and faster.

“Fuck, yeah. You know I am. Okay... get up and stand over there.”

I did as I was told and stood across from him, naked and wearing a hat. I looked at him and said, “You are such a disgusting fucking faggot. You are so fucking gross, sitting there stroking your dick. You’re fucking pathetic...” And at that moment he made direct eye contact with me, sent out a loud groan, and I saw cum shoot out of his dick and fly at least five feet across the room and all over the floor. I guess humiliating him and degrading him will do the trick and make him cum. I’ve heard of guys getting off on this, but this was my first time seeing a guy so turned on by me calling him such vile things.