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Lexington's Story -- Part 5
It was my first night at the hotel. Sandy buzzed me in, and gave me a key. I went behind the desk, and over the course of the evening, greeted the residents, and the workers, most of whom had keys, and most of whom were friendly, some clearly wanting to get into my pants, for free, I supposed, since if the residents had any money they would not be living here, and the workers, the male ones, anyway, viewed me as competition. (Over the year I worked there, there were only one or two male workers there at a time, but guys came in with their clients in tow, having picked them up at the Meat Rack.)
At about 8 pm I was approached by a client who chatted me up, wanted to know if I was available to play, I told him I got off at 10 and, and what did he have in mind? He wanted to know if I would fuck him, which I would, and he wanted to know how much it would cost. The deal with the hotel was the client had to pay $20/hour or part of an hour, for the room, and the tip to the worker was between them. We agreed that an hour would be enough and $50 would do it.
At 10, I closed out the cash register, although people had credit cards most people did not want a record of having been there so paid cash, and put the cash in the safe. One of the female workers covered the 10 to midnight shift, in return she would get a free room for an hour, a system that sort of worked.
The guy, his name was Mathew, "call me Matt", was in his early 30's, white, in good shape, worked out regularly, ran marathons, was on the DL, had a long-time girlfriend, and "needed cock once in a while."
He paid me the $20 for the room, and we went up to room 214, all of the rooms on the 2nd floor were reserved for the workers and their clients.
I would have done him for free, but that was not the deal.
"Do you kiss?" he asked. As I learned, most sex workers do not kiss.
"Depends. On who. You, yes." And he moved in and we kissed, and it was very nice, and very hot. I was hard and so was he. He pulled off my shirt, and pulled down my sweats, and I did the same for him. Out cocks were up, mine, being so big and heavy, if standing was not quite up enough to be parallel to the floor, his, being smaller was up against his belly. We held each other's cocks and worked them. He was cut, small balls, shaved pubes and balls. He went down on me, he was a great cock sucker, he could get about 80% of my very long cock in his mouth, he worked it well.
"O.K., fuck me," he said, "I really want it. I really need it. I love my girlfriend, and I have a strap-on she uses on me, but it is not the same as the real thing. I want it so bad."
He laid on the bed on his back, legs up. Now, I am not into eating ass, even now, years later, with exception of my partner's, but even then, not often, so avoiding that preliminary I used the lube, and condoms, provided by the hotel, in the nightstand, which all the regulars knew about, put it on, right side out, and tried to get in. It was not easy, he was very tight, but, with a little patience it went. Matt was ecstatic. He could not get enough. His cock was hard, and leaking precum, his precum was stringy, like string cheese on a pizza, a continuous line from his dick to his belly button. The more I fucked him, the more came out.
"Play with my nips," he said, so I did. He had great pecs, rounded, unlike my great pecs, (for a 16 year old) which were sort of square. "Pinch them harder," he commanded. I did. He moaned. Precum kept dripping down. He played with my pecs, my shoulders, my whole chest. "You fucking turn me on, kid," he said, between moans.
"You are pretty hot yourself, and if I didn't really need the money, I would do you for free anytime."
We kissed again.
"Can I have your phone number, maybe we can do this again?"
"I don't know about that, I live with my Mom and the family, in a pretty small apartment, and getting a call from you, or anyone else, about sex would be a problem. Maybe you could leave a message at the desk here. You know I am still in high school, and only work here off and on, part time, mostly on Saturday nights and Sunday afternoons."
"Fuck, I thought you were at least 18."
"I'm legal, if that is what you are worried about, 16 is the "age of consent" here. I can't buy beer but I can fuck."
We washed up, got dressed, kissed again, I was semi-hard again, and went back downstairs, I walked home, and, got into bed, and jerked off, and slept like a baby. $50 richer, plus a paycheck to come.