Jason's Story - Part 5
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Lex and I both needed money, and hit the Meat Rack on many Friday and Saturday nights, the most profitable nights of the week. I did not need to do it for sex for free, I had Lex, and the sex with him was better than with anyone else. I did my gig at the supermarket on Saturdays, on Saturdays he helped around his house babysitting his siblings and cooking meals, his mother had Sundays off, and the little kids were in day care on school days. His 13 year old sister was almost capable of managing the other two, and would have to be, if he went to college and had football on Saturdays, or, maybe his mother would change her shift so he could help out on Sundays. Or maybe she would get a new boyfriend.
"I don't have to account for anyone for my time, but what does your mother think you are doing when you are doing the Meat Rack?"
"She thinks I am working at the bar across the street. The owner covers for me if he has to, in return for me fucking him about once a month. He is a good guy, and a good fuck."
I did not go to the Meat Rack the next weekend, it was raining on both Friday and Saturday nights, and, in April, in New England, the rain can be very cold.
I did go the following Friday night, took the bus downtown, at about 9 pm. Ian was there, and had pissed his pants. "What the fuck?", I asked him.
"Drugs have got me, man," he replied. "Can you spot me $20 for a fix, I really need it." Now, at five dollars an hour at the supermarket, that was 4 hours of work down the drain. On the other hand, if I scored a fuck with a generous guy I might make $50 for a half hour's work. But all I had on me was bus fare and a ten. I gave him a ten, knowing I would never see it again, but Ian was really a good guy in a tough place, and he had shown me the ropes the first time I was there.
"Thanks," he said, "I'll repay you if I score tonight."
I doubted he would score, pissed pants and all, but wished him luck and adjusted my junk to its best advantage in my 501's and propped myself up on the fence. It was warm enough to open my jacket so my chest, under the tight T would show my pecs, and waited.
Two old faggots, effeminate, fat, and probably good guys, but not my idea of sexy, cruised me, I shook my head no, and they passed on.
I did not see Lex, maybe he did not go that night, or had already hooked up (it turned out that he had with a hetero couple he played with every 4th Saturday) and nodded at a few guys that I had a nodding acquaintance with.
A guy I had seen in high school, not in the college prep part, nor in any of the sports I had played in, stopped by. "Are you looking to work, or play?" he asked.
"Either, hoping to work, all I have left is bus fare, but, if nothing good comes along, horny enough to play, depending on the guy."
"You ever work for Jonsie?"
"Who?"
"Jonsie. The tall guy walking toward us, in the overcoat and the Red Sox cap."
"Nope."
"You interested? He pays well, he is clean, he likes it rough, can you do rough?"
"Me rough on him, or him rough on me?"
"You rough on him, no real pain, no damage, but a good act on your part, and on his, as the victim. He will loan you a leather jacket and combat boots and a leather biker hat to play the part. It is fun, at least it has been for me, but he likes a variety in his meat, and he has spotted you, he is really quite shy until you get alone with him."
So, I said yes, he motioned Jonsie over, he lived in a downtown apartment, we agreed on terms, $50 for an hour, provided I could stay hard, and cum at least once. We went to his apartment, a 3rd floor walkup in a three decker, he took me in a small bedroom, laid out a leather jock, leather chaps, a leather jacket, a leather billed motorcycle cap, and combat boots, and told me to go commando, and come out when I was dressed, and order him to suck me, and to have me fuck him, and to make it all last at least an hour. And to keep as much of the leather on as I could for the whole time. Condoms and lube on a table by the bed. And to be "sort of rough" with him and to call him all sorts of demeaning names, but not "Fairy", the rest of the demeaning vocabulary was O.K., and the safe word was "Please quit", otherwise, "enough", or "stop", or "ouch" were not to deter me from whatever I was doing. I knew about safe words from porn, and leather turned me on, so this looked good.
I went into the small bedroom and stripped, and put on the black leather jock, with a zipper in the front, my junk, soft, just fit, leather chaps, so between the jock and chaps my ass cheeks were open to the wind, the leather jacket, which was a cross between a jacket and a vest, the leather boots, and finally the leather cap. The smell of it all had me hard, with my cock bent in the jock, I needed to get some action to get it freed up. I went into the living room. He had on a leather harness, much like the one in my father's drawer, two stainless steel cock rings, one around his cock and balls, and one just around the base of his cock, which was very hard, but not very long, maybe 5". He had rings in his nipples, and, a Prince Albert at the head of his cock. He was cut. His body was not flabby, but he could have used a few months in the gym.
"Suck me," I commanded, having learned my lines. "Come on, come over here, on your knees, and suck me."
He got down in front of me and looked up at me. "I said, suck me. Unzip my zipper. Take out my cock, and, don't put your hands on it, just your mouth." The zipper on the jock had a leather tab, which he took in his mouth to pull it down. My cock was visible but not free. "Now, faggot," I said, "stop fucking around." He got it out of the jock, on the side. It immediately sprang up to full size at a 45 degree to my belly. "Suck it you queer," I commanded, and, he did. He was very good at it. "Drop your cock," I commanded, all part of the script. "Do not touch it until, and unless, I tell you to do it.' He obeyed.
We went on for an hour, I got rimmed, tongue fucked, armpits licked -- which just tickled -- not a turn on for me, toes sucked, felt good but no desire to return the favor. He had me pull on his nips, and then maul his pecs, while he played with his dick, and I called him all the demeaning gay man names that I knew (except fairy). All the while I was still wearing the leather, even the jock, with my cock and balls hanging out of the fly and the hat, which I had to tighten so it would not fall off.
When the hour was almost up, he got on his front side, ass in the air, and told me to fuck him. I did. He asked me to fuck him harder, to reach around and maul his titties, which I did, he shuddered, and he finally came, as did I. Then he gently took my leathers off, we went into the shower and he washed me.
Then, it was goodnight, he tipped me an extra $50, thanked me, and we mutually hoped to see one another again.