I had a thrilling, exciting afternoon, sucking off two straight teenage boys, in my Fort Lauderdale motel room. I had paid them $50 each, and I was mistreated, insulted and humiliated by the sexy nineteen year old Mike. And I loved it.
They had agreed to come back to my motel room at 7:00 P.M. that Friday night, as I had told them that I would take them out to dinner. They never showed up, and by 8:00 P.M., I kind of gave up, but decided to take a walk along the Fort Lauderdale strip, and keep an eye out for Mike and Robert.
I walked for about a mile, past Las Olas, where the Elbo Room bar is, and did not see "my boys." I headed back to my motel room and was quite disappointed. I went to a small restaurant by myself, and went to bed and jerked myself off reliving the afternoon's activities, in my head.
The next morning, I went to breakfast, and later walked back to the same beach that I had originally seen Mike and Robert, the previous day. I swam and sunbathed, and looked at all of the sexy young males, that passed me on the beach. But I did not locate the boys that I longed to see one more time. I went back to my motel room, showered and shaved and lied down on the bed. I fell asleep in my towel. I was awakened by a loud rapping on the door.
I was still half asleep, as I got out of bed, retied the towel around my waist, and went to the door to see who was knocking. I looked through a peep hole, and saw dark haired Mike on the other side of the door. I fumbled with the lock and opened it to see Mike standing there by himself. I invited him into my room. He sat in a chair near the door. I told him that I was expecting him and his friend last night.
"Just be happy that I'm here now," were the first words out of his mouth. He did not seem as playful as the day before, and he looked more serious. I asked about Robert, and was told that he was busy. Actually, Mike was the one that I was thinking about, and figured that I could save some money, by only having to pay for one boy, instead of two.
I asked Mike if he wanted to share a joint with me. He just grunted an O.K. and I lit one up, that I had rolled earlier in the day. We took turns taking hits, until we both were getting very "fucked up" on the weed. Mike got up and said that he had to take a piss. He went to the bathroom, and closed the door. I quickly slipped my wallet out of the back pocket of my shorts on the floor, pulled out $50 and put the cash back in the pocket. I stashed the wallet in a dresser drawer. I was standing near the bed, when Mike came out of the bathroom.
I openly stared at his incredibly sexy nineteen year old body as he approached me. I observed that his white tank top was very loose and revealed part of his right nipple as he walked in a very cocky, self assured manner toward me at the bed. I also gazed at the bulge in his plaid shorts, that was covering that beautiful teen boy cock, that I had sucked yesterday, and coaxed a load of cum out of. I was getting very horny and unconsciously licked my lips. I looked up and for the first time that day, saw that very sexy grin that was on his face for our whole session on Friday. Our eyes met.
"So, is the faggot hungry for more dick?", asked Mike in a very condescending voice. I meekly nodded yes. He laughed out loud, and said "Down on your knees, cocksucker!". I started to kneel down, when he said, "Stop!". I was confused and started to stand up again. As I was raising myself up, he reached out and pulled my towel off of me, leaving me completely naked. My hands went to cover my exposed six inch cock that was rock hard.
"It sure looks like you're happy to see me again," Mike said with a snicker as he looked at my throbbing cock. "But it sure is small," Mike continued. "I guess that you don't need a big dick like me, cause you're a faggot." He was very stoned and starting laughing out loud. I was very embarrassed and I'm sure my face turned red, but my cock stayed rock hard.
He then reached down, and putting his fore finger behind his thumb, as if shooting a marble, and he flicked at my hard cock. I pulled back and said, "Stop it! You're hurting me!" Mike was laughing hysterically. I was embarrassed, stoned, but very turned on. I wanted this nineteen year old, straight boy to dominate me. He flicked at my hard cock a few more times, and kept calling me "a little dicked faggot." I was getting used to the feeling, and my cock was harder than I could remember it being for a long time.
Mike then pushed me back on my knees, while he stood over me, fully clothed in his shorts, tank top, and sandals. I again admired his muscular calves, and the thick brown hair on his legs that I knew lead up to very hairy balls, and pubic area. As I gazed at the bulge of his cock in his shorts, he continued to torment me. He started making the same flicking motion, with his fingers on each of my tits. The more I protested, the more he laughed, and kept doing it. His cock was getting harder in his shorts, as he gently abused my chest.
Finally, he took his hands off of my chest, and opened the buttons on his pants. His hard eight inch cock was bulging through his colorful boxer shorts. He pulled them both down, and off his feet, leaving my beautiful straight teen god standing before me, in only a white tank top and sandals.
"Kiss the head of my cock, faggot!" he ordered. I submissively followed his instructions. I kissed the head of his thick cut cock and I could taste his pre cum. I loved being right where I was, on my knees with eight thick inches of "straight boy" dick in front of my face. Mike then surprised me by pulling back his rock hard club and smacking my face with it. He again laughed and kept smacking my cheeks with his dick. When he tired of that the real fun started.
"Suck it, you bitch!", Mike ordered. He pulled my head by my ears and force fed his stiff club down my throat. I started to gag at the sudden intrusion. Mike found this funny and was laughing the whole time, between ordering me to deep throat him, and cursing me with remarks like, "Eat me! Faggot! Bitch! Cocksucker! Queer boy!"
I kept sucking as best as I could. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and I kept gagging when he would fuck my throat hard. Besides being a full eight inches in length, his cock was very thick all around and was a struggle to deep throat. But he did not let up the assault on my mouth and throat, nor did he let up on the dirty talk. I liked the sound of his adolescent voice commanding me to be his faggot cocksucker.
At one point, he withdrew his cock from my mouth. He bent his head down and pulled my face up close to his lips. I thought that he was going to kiss me. But I saw that wicked grin of his as he moved his mouth close to mine, he let out a wad of spit in my face. It was a thick gooey wad of saliva and it landed on my forehead, my eyes and the top of my mouth. He looked at my face and laughed even more wickedly than before.
"You look good with my spit on your face, faggot," he said. "Now try to lick it all up!" I pushed my tongue out and could bring the spit from my lip back into my mouth.
"You like drinking my spit, don't you faggot?" Mike asked. I nodded yes. He then took his finger and wiped his spit off the rest of my face and put his finger in my mouth. I licked off his finger. His finger tasted good, his spit tasted good and his cock tasted good. I was totally into this nineteen year old straight guy. I was in pig heaven.
Again, he pushed his face up to mine. This time, I knew what was coming, but did not resist. He ordered me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He smirked and dramatically made a lot of noise as he gathered spit and phlegm in his throat and he let out another wad of juice directly on my tongue. I knew what to do. I pulled my phlegm cover tongue into my mouth and swallowed as I looked into his face. He was pleased. Mike then pulled his tank top off, and walked over to and laid back in the bed that I had been asleep in minutes earlier.
He fluffed up a couple of pillows and put his hands behind his head. He was so handsome with a classic Roman face, but so boyish, yet evil at the same time. I also got to see his lean muscular torso for the first time that day. I loved his smooth hard belly, and hairless chest, yet his under arms had the same mass of black hair that his legs and crotch did.
"Come to the bed Faggot," ordered my young master. I stood up and approached the bed. He was so inviting looking. I stared at his arm pits and could smell the pungent odor of a sweaty teenager. I was turned on by his scent. And he somehow knew exactly what I was thinking.
"Do you want to smell my arm pits?", he asked with his usual smirk. I was under his spell and meekly said "Yes." I then put my nostrils to first his left and then his right pit. He taunted me the whole time, with laughs and his usual "faggot putdown" remarks. But I was so intoxicated with the smell of his arm pits, directly from it's source. With my head in his right arm pit, he suddenly pulled his bicep over my head, and started to wrestle with me. I was no match for this in shape teen and he quickly flipped me over and had my arms pinned beneath his knees.
I was helpless under his knees, and he began a new assault on my nipples and chest and arms. He was laughing the whole time, and did not really hurt me, but my nipples were getting sore from his continued little flicking attacks. (As a matter of fact, my body was still sore from his attack, for a week or so after I came back home.)
Mike alternated between attacking my body and forcing his big hard cock down my throat. I enjoyed being used and went totally with Mike's program. After a while, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and quickly jumped up and flipped over on his hands and knees. As I looked at his white creamy tight teen ass cheeks, he said, "I bet you want to lick my asshole faggot!". I said that I did,
Mike flipped over again on his back and said, "You can't even touch my ass with your tongue, you dirty faggot. I just wanted to see how queer you really are! And you're totally queer!". He then laid back and told me to get back to sucking his cock. As I put my face again on his throbbing hard on, he pulled my face deep into his dick. He fucked my throat hard and deep. I was now better able to deep throat Mike's cock, without gagging as often. But Mike forced his cock deep, and made me gag again and then I realized that Mike was coming in my mouth. I wasn't prepared as he gave no warning, but I recovered and sucked down his cum. I loved swallowing his load and savored the taste in my mouth for as long as I could, as his cock grew soft in my mouth.
I was in a very dream like state when Mike pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth. He pulled away from me and jumped to his feet, still wearing only his sandals. Mike was now standing naked in front of my face. Now for the first time, he brought up the subject of money.
"How much are you going to give me?" asked Mike. I said, "$50, like yesterday." He smiled and said, "You paid $100 yesterday!". I said "Yesterday I paid you $50, and I paid Robert $50." To end this discussion, I walked over to my shorts that were on the floor next to the bed, and I pulled out the $50, that I had put away earlier while he was in the bathroom. I handed him the fifty.
"Give me the rest!", Mike said.
"I'm done playing," I said."You got your $50 and you know that's what we agreed to." He did not look angry, but he asked me where my wallet was. I wouldn't tell him. But he was laughing again. I had come to understand that his laugh was a kind of sign of his dominance. But I didn't think that he was really trying to rob me.
"Where is the wallet?", he asked again, but he was still smiling. "Is it in this drawer?", he asked as he reached for the bottom right drawer. "Yes," I said, (even though it was really in the top left one). "But stay away!". I said as I reached to keep that drawer closed. We started wrestling again, still naked, over opening that drawer.
I was pushing it closed, and he was trying to pull it open, when suddenly the whole front of the drawer snapped off the dresser. The sound of the drawer breaking, kind of ended our struggle. He said that he was sorry, and ended any further discussion about any more money. We both got dressed. I assume the wallet thing, was just another way that he wanted to prove my submissiveness to him. But, I have often wondered how the scenario would have played out, had the drawer not broken.
While we were dressing, I asked him if he was interested in having dinner with me. He said O.K. I was willing to take him to one of the nicer restaurants in town, but he said that he liked the food at the "Howard Johnson's," just a mile or two away. We finished the joint that we had started earlier, and I drove the short distance to the "Howard Johnson's."
It was a small eating room, and only four other tables were occupied. We both ordered, from the young waitress. We were both stoned and waiting for our food to be served. Again I saw that smirk on Mike's face and I wondered what he was up to now.
"What do you think these people here would think, if they knew that you just sucked my dick?", Mike asked in a voice that I thought was much too loud. "Shhh!", I said with a pleading tone and look on my face. I knew that look on Mike's face, by now. He once again was enjoying embarrassing and humiliating me.
I looked around to see who was sitting at the other tables. It was very early evening, and not too many people were eating at that time. There were two couples, two teen aged girls, and a group of what I thought might be truck drivers. I was very uncomfortable with the way he was acting. I was a forty-four year old man and he was a nineteen year old boy. If he kept his mouth shut, I assumed that people would think that I was his father or his uncle. But he was threatening to tell everyone that I just sucked his cock.
There was no one sitting at the two tables, directly near our table. But Mike kept up his banter and his threats. He seemed to genuinely enjoy embarrassing me. He said that he would tell the waitress, when she served our food. As she served our food, he smiled and said to the young waitress, "Did you know that this guy -- (he paused and kept grinning), and finally finished -- is my uncle." He then started flirting with the waitress, and did not do much more to embarrass me. I dropped him back off near my motel, and as he left my car, saw Robert out on the street. He ran over to Robert, and they ran off together, punching each other's arms, laughing together. He never said good bye, but that's how it is with straight teen hustlers.
I have had other experiences with "straight hustlers" in Fort Lauderdale. Let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you want to hear more. at SykQuinn@aol.com