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Chris' Story - Part 2
Zeke asked how it went, I told him the basics, he noted that was usual, and I told him I could go again if the opportunity presented itself.
At the far end of the bar was a trucker, at least by his looks, maybe in his 30's, probably Latino, both of which proved to be true.
"You up to being fucked?" Zeke asked me.
"Sure, depending."
"Well, how about the guy at the end of the bar? He is a good guy, stops here when his run takes him this way, he'll take a room for the night sometimes, but if he has to move along, he'll take a guy into his truck for a quickie."
I went over and sat beside him. "I'm Chris, Zeke sent me over, he thinks we would have a good time. What is your schedule tonight?"
"I'm staying the night, wouldn't mind some companionship if the companion looks like you, and if you bottom, and I can afford to pay the "going rate". I see Betty is here, but sometimes I'd rather have a tight asshole."
"OK, I charge what Betty does for her cunt, but you get my asshole instead."
"My kind of guy, I am pretty big, you sure you can take it?"
"I won't know until I try, but, I'm pretty easy to open up."
We went to room 115, much the same as 114. I had just showered, I'd cleaned my hole before I'd left the house, I had condoms and lube, as did he. He had Trojan Magnum xxx large, which, it turned out, fit well. He was fucking big. But, when hard, was kind of soft, and spongy. I could squeeze his cock down, and figured it would go in, slowly, squeezed down, and refill inside me, and feel really good. I was right.
He did not want any preliminaries. "Get on your back, and pull your legs up. Nice hole. You shave down there?"
"Nope, that is my natural condition."
He rubbed his cock on my hole, and gradually pushed in. As predicted, it went in, slowly, I had to slow him down a little, and then, suddenly, it slipped all the way in, and filled me up. It made me feel like I had to shit, but I knew it was just because his cock was so big. He fucked me, easy, and eventually I told him to do it harder, and harder, and to tell the truth, I wanted to cum and I wanted whatever was in my ass, out of there. So, he did.
By the third week, in early July, Zeke the bartender, knew a lot more about me, that I was honest, and slumming, but, doing it because I was so lonely, the epitome of "the poor little rich boy". He asked if I wanted to cover the bar for an hour while he "used a room" with an old buddy who came into town. And, if I wanted to use a room, if I could substitute at the bar off and on, it would only be $10, as long as I cleaned up afterwards, and free if I did other peoples' rooms, which involved rubber gloves, and if people were reasonably clean, just putting the sheets and towels in the washing machine, cleaning the sink, and the toilet, and anything else that needed attention.
"Sure," I said, "As long as nobody asks for a fancy cocktail, I can do it."
"There is a "Bartender's Bible" under the counter. You can look it up. Take it easy on the booze yourself, though, if you want to do this again."
"Don't worry, I won't touch it."
Zeke went off with his buddy, I went behind the bar, pulled a few draft beers, a few random drinks, it was slow, Alex, a regular, wanted to see if I was interested in getting a room, I was not that horny, and he was not that interesting to me, and he was not interested in paying, so that was that. Over the next few weeks I gradually worked the bar, more and more, while Zeke went and worked on the books, or hooked up with his buddies, I got paid well, and had some great opportunities to get laid, for free, and for pay.