Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas (20 page)

“FUCK YEAH, SON... lick those big black balls...get ‘em nice and wet. SPIT ON ‘EM, BOY! You like Daddy’s big black nut sack, don’t you?” he yelled and grabbed my head to bring my face further into his balls. I take his hands to release them from my head as if to say, “Back off a little bit... that’s too rough.” He released the pressure, apologized, and continued to grind my face.

Oh, dear Lord, let this end. I’m tired and wanna get outta here,
I think. We continued with oral for a few minutes until I told him to start working on my ass because, “I really need it bad.” He loved to hear this and pulled out and grabbed a condom and a tube of something that looks like lube. He stood up and directed me to get on my knees and turn away so he can fuck me doggy-style. Again, I detest this position, but at least it gave me an escape from whatever business was happening behind me and I could focus on thinking about that rainbow roll, sashimi, and shrimp tempura I was going to be scarfing down later.

He started to rub jelly from a blue tube all over his dick and I reached for it as he put it on the nightstand.

“Is this lube?” I asked.

“No, it’s numbing gel. It helps me from cumming too quickly.”

“Oh... Great,” I said. I was hoping to speed this session up while he was using an ointment to slow it down.

We carried on fucking for about forty-five minutes and I could see that we were way over our time, and I had to get going. He hadn’t even used any of the toys he had laid out next to the bed and I was totally fine with that.

“Do you think you can cum?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeah... sure. You want me to hurry up, don’t you?”

“No, it’s cool, but I just have to get going shortly.”

He ended up cumming within the next few minutes, and afterward I got up to shower and head out. I thanked him graciously for calling me and he saw me to the door.

Once outside his room, I saved his number and wrote DO NOT ANSWER next to his name. I head toward the elevators and I’m off and running to appointment number three. I’m still tired, hungry, and oddly horny. There’s something intense about having so much sex and not getting off, and it leaves you feeling even hornier and sexually frustrated.

I get to the Bellagio for my last appointment, and texted my client Mark to meet me downstairs by the elevator because, again, security won’t let me up without a room key. I waited for a few minutes by the gift shop that faced the bank of elevators and watched the people coming out and heading toward the casino. Every time I saw a hot guy come out of the elevators, I made eye contact with him hoping it was my client. Some of them made eye contact with me, but they all walked right past me toward the casino.

Finally I heard someone beneath me say, “Hiya, Christopher, it’s me, Mark!”

I literally had a second where I heard the voice but didn’t see a person. Then I looked down. In front of me stood a man no more than five feet tall with a little smile on his face. I’m a little taken aback by how tiny this guy is, and I immediately think,
This is him?

He extended his hand and said, “Hiya, mate. How you doing?”

“I’m well. You’re Mark?” I asked.

“Yes, sir, let’s head to my room,” and off we went. On the way, he told me he was from England, but spent a lot of time in the U.S. He would be on his way to San Francisco the following day and just had a huge business dinner with friends. We got to the room and stepped inside. It was a beautiful penthouse suite overlooking the Bellagio fountains with an amazing view of the strip. His suite is nice, but there is a half-eaten cart of room service food in the middle of the bedroom, with a half-empty bottle of wine next to it. The room smelled like the food has been sitting there for a while.
Nothing like the stench of smelly room service food to get you in the mood for sex.

“So I called you here because this is something I’ve been wanting to try for quite some time,” he said.

“Being with an escort?” I asked.

“Well... being with an escort and being with a man. I have never done either.”

“Okay, cool. Are you married?”

“No, but I’ve had a girlfriend for years, and she loves having sex with me and I love fucking her, but I really wanted to try something new. I’ve been contemplating doing this for a couple years and it took me this long to finally do it. I heard about rentboy.com through a friend at work. He’s very wealthy and is a good-looking man who also happens to hire escorts. He told me to give it a go, and I decided to look at the guys available in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”

“Of course!” I laughed even though I absolutely hated hearing people use that expression. It’s an ad campaign that really needs to end because it basically encourages tourists to do whatever they want when they come to Vegas and drive the locals crazy while doing it.

I wanted to prolong the conversation and make the sex go as quickly as possible. It wasn’t because Mark was short, but because he looked like a leprechaun and I did not find him at all attractive. He was slightly overweight and wore his pants pulled up over his bellybutton. He had thinning ginger hair with a ginger-colored scraggly beard. I was not looking forward to this, but knew I had to do what I came here to do.

Mark spoke very highly of himself and his “techniques” he used while making love to his girlfriend and he was now ready to share them with men, and he wanted me to be the first to experience them.
Hooray for me
. It felt like he thought I should feel privileged, but instead I was mortified and dreading every minute of it.

“My girl loves it when I fuck her hard. We have the best sex ever, but being with a man is something I’ve always wanted to try. I’ve lost over a hundred pounds in the last year or so and I’m feeling good about my body and think it’d be fun to mess around with a man.” I was taken aback by how confident and sure of himself this guy is. He was oddly confident for an overweight, short, homely person.

He told me to make myself more comfortable and relax on the bed. He became quiet as he undressed. He took off his shirt and I saw that he was covered in ginger body hair from head to toe, front to back, with rolls of excess skin from all the weight he lost. Seeing a person’s body after they have lost over 100 pounds can be scarier than seeing a 450-pound-man undress. He tried to be very seductive and sexy as he removed every article of clothing he was wearing. I cringed on the inside but smiled like I love it and told him to take it all off.

After his strip show he lay on the bed next to me, and asked me to remove my clothes. As I did so, I checked out his midsection and noticed he has giant flaps of skin hanging down and covering his penis. I tried to make a plan as to how I would move that around when we get started.

“Wow, your body is amazing, Christopher.”

“Thanks, babe,” I said to him as I smile. He touched my body, starting from my face to my thighs. I still hadn’t cum yet, and I had already taken one and half Viagra that night, so my dick was rock hard. He went in to grab my dick and he could barely wrap his tiny hands around my shaft. It was kind of impressive how big my dick looked in his small hands.

He stroked me for a few minutes, then looked at me and asked, “Can I suck it?”

“Sure, go for it,” I said and he moved his head in closer to it. He looked up at me with excitement and a bit of apprehension.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” he said, before putting it in his mouth. Poor little guy could barely get the head of it in his tiny mouth, but he took it like a champ and continued to suck on it and lick it like a lollipop. As he went down on me, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was as excited about sucking my dick as I was the first time I sucked cock in high school when I was fourteen years old and went down on my best friend. The first time I sucked cock I remember thinking I was about to do something I had only dreamt about for years, and the sheer excitement of that made my dick want to explode without even touching myself.

He continued giving me oral sex until I couldn’t handle the scraping of his teeth on my dick any longer. I took his shoulders and brought him in closer to me and gave him a giant kiss.

“Your lips are so soft,” he told me.

“Thank you, yours too,” I said even though his were dry, chapped, flaky, and scaly.

“Will you go down on me?” he asked and I agreed. I figured it was eventually going to have to happen, so I might as well start now and wrap this up. It was tricky to move around the excess skin hanging around his dick as I went down on him, but I was able to make him feel good somehow. He moaned and acted like it was the best thing ever as he threw his head back. I can’t even begin to tell how awful he tasted or smelled, and I tried to not think about it the entire time it was happening. I stomached it for about five minutes until I figured it was time to start with the actual penetration.

“Did you want to fuck me?” I asked.

“Definitely, mate. Do you think you should try fucking me, too?”

“We can try, but to be honest you might want to try starting with something smaller if you’ve never had anal sex before.”

“Sometimes my girlfriend puts a finger in my ass.”

“That’s hot, and we can totally try, but we only have ten minutes left. Do you want to try fucking me first, and if we have time I’ll fuck you?”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

I climbed on top of him and put his dick inside of me. As I started riding him, I threw back my head and said, “Fuck, yeah, that’s it, Mark.” His penis was barely five inches long and covered in excess skin from all the weight he lost. I was skeptical about how well this was going to work, but we continued to go at it. I had to force all the skin back from his stomach to keep his dick inside me, and I tried my best to ride it without letting it fall out.

By this point in my life, I had already bottomed for quite a few large dicks, and my ass wasn’t loose or stretched out, but it took a lot of work and coordination to put a small penis inside of me and be penetrated for a period of time. We kept at it for a few minutes, and he seemed to like it and tell me how much tighter it was than his girlfriend’s pussy. Time was running out, and he wasn’t close to cumming, so I finished him off with a hand job and he came all over himself. I was relieved when it was over and happy to collect my money after I gave myself a silk-wood scrub in the shower.

“Do you travel internationally?” he asked.

“Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I think it’d be great to take you to England with me. I go to London quite often, and I would love to take you with me the next time I go for two weeks.”

“That would be amazing. I love London,” I told him as I secretly prayed he would never call me again. I could barely stomach an hour with him, let alone two weeks playing the role of boyfriend and having sex every day.

“I’m going to check my schedule and get back to you. I definitely want to set it up with you. How much would you charge?”

“About fifteen hundred dollars a night,” I lied. It was usually about a thousand a night, and I’m always willing to work with someone on a long-term type of arrangement, but there wasn’t enough money in the world to get me to see this man again.

“Oh, that’s not a problem. We’ll be in touch.”

He wrapped his tiny arms around my waist and gave me a giant hug, and I left his suite and walked toward the elevator, ready to drag my tired ass home after I stopped to get my sushi. But first I put Mark’s number in my phone as “Mark from UK. Never answer or see him again,” and hit save.

In the elevator, I had to keep readjusting my dick in my underwear because it was still rock-hard from all the. I saw in my messages that a guy named Alex had sent me a text message. He was a guy I had hooked up with a few times before and he was always texting me to meet again. He wasn’t bad-looking, but the sex wasn’t amazing and I remember the last time we fucked had been messy because he hadn’t douched properly. I realize after having a lot of sex in my lifetime this happens quite often, but when you have sex for a living, having mediocre sex with a guy you really weren’t into all that much—and it being pretty messy—wasn’t something you wanted to do again unless you were really horny and needed to get laid. I guess tonight was one of those nights, because I was really horny and I had a giant hard-on that needed to be tended to. He asked me if I wanted to come over and I said sure, and was on my way. His apartment was a few minutes away from my favorite sushi place, so I figured it would be killing two birds with one stone. Sex and sushi, then I’ll be on my way home to relax and drink a bottle of wine.

When I got to his apartment, I saw the keys were in the handle and the door was slightly open. I figured this was his invitation for me to come in and find him face first in his pillow with his ass up in the air, ready to get fucked. Instead, I opened the door, which directly faced the bathroom, and saw him scrubbing his ass with a washcloth in front of the sink. He saw me, screamed, and slammed the door.

“Hey, Alex, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Your keys were in the door and the door was open. I figured you were home and that meant it was okay for me to come in.”

He laughed nervously behind the bathroom door. “It’s okay. I was just cleaning up,” he said over the water running in the background.

His clothes were on the floor, and it seemed as if he had run into the house, stripped off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to clean up and douche. He must have really been in a hurry to get laid. His place smelled like shit and the aroma was lingering throughout the apartment.

God, this was definitely not going as planned, and this night was getting worse by the minute. By this point I didn’t even want to have sex anymore, but I figured I was there and he already saw me, so I couldn’t be rude and leave. My plan was to fuck him for a few minutes, cum, go get my sushi, head home, and crack open that bottle of Merlot and call it a night.

After a few more minutes of clean-up time, Alex came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. He was ready to go, and I was too.
Let’s do this so I can get off and be home.
We went to his bedroom and I climbed onto his bed. He turned on the TV and pressed play on the DVD player. On came some porn with two blond guys in a locker room in some type of jock scene. I never understood watching porn while having sex.
Why would I look at the TV if I have the real thing in front of me?
He started asking me questions about porn stars and who the guys on the screen were. I had no idea and had no interest in finding out. The movie had obviously been filmed anywhere from five to ten years ago and already seemed a bit dated. Although I do porn, I have no clue who half the guys in the industry are, especially the ones from five or more years before I began filming.