The Resort

THE RESORT

1. Jack Sprat

I tell my friends I work weekends as a night warehouseman at a large local factory. My real employment is servicing wealthy older men who want a young, fresh, body to feel, fondle and suck. I'm gay. I'm putting myself through college earning money in this manner. I work by appointment doing overnights. I won't work the streets.

One of my clients asked if I'd like to take a trip and work at a real plush resort. The boys were well treated and the pay would be exceptional. It would also be a semi-vacation for me. My tour would be for thirty days. The resort was very selective on who they chose and I might qualify. He gave me a card with a phone number.

I called the phone number and chatted with a friendly male named Owen. Yes, he was seeking a few 'right' boys for special assignment. He wanted a "get acquainted" meeting, so we agreed to meet at a local coffee shop.

It was late, the coffee shop almost empty. I entered and walked to the back of the shop where a lone figure occupied the last booth. The figure stood. We shook hands. I was looking at a tall, blond handsome male. He had a boyish grin, was very relaxed with a pleasant laugh. He was Owen.

I asked for more information on the offer. Owen said, for the moment, he just wanted me for the weekend. He would pay of course, and afterwards maybe we could discuss a job that could bring a trip and a bit of adventure. We went to his motel.

Inside, we hugged, kissed, and undressed. Owen insisted we shower together and he thoroughly examined my body as he washed me. Afterwards, he dried me and carefully inspected my penis. It seemed that what happened so far was slow and methodical. He seemed to have no sense of urgency.

I liked Owen. He was very personable and not just another "trick". We went to bed and I felt his warmth and love. I gave my whole self and Owen did likewise. It was an enjoyable night.

In the morning we went to breakfast. Steaming cups of coffee were brought to our booth which we sugared, creamed and slowly sipped as Owen gave me details.

"I worked at the resort for several years. I'm now a scout looking for personable, intelligent, clean young males who will cater to members of highest society."

"The resort is plush and very exclusive. The weather is warm and you will eat the best of food. You will swim and participate in sports and be amongst many celebrities. It is part nudist. At times, you will be without clothes. Above all, you will be well treated. Kinky sex or abuse is not allowed. Only the best of boys are accepted here and the clients are willing to pay top price. For a thirty day stay you will receive five thousand dollars plus tips from satisfied clients, probably totaling more than what you make in pay. Your trip will be clandestine. On your return, you will not know where you have been, nor shall you ever discuss your adventure with anyone."

"Will You be there?" I asked?

"Yes and no. I'll be your escort. I'll travel with you to see you get there and are returned home safely. Travel is done in highest security and the spa itself is only known to those who use it. Many lives would be ruined if the tabloids ever got the story."

What an offer, but this was heavy. Where was this secret place? Would I be returned as promised? Was this a ploy to put me into slavery? The intrigue of an unknown adventure caused inner excitement. I was highly excited but scared. Could I trust Owen? I knew what my answer had to be. School was out for the summer. "Yes," I would go.

Owen told me to tell my friends my uncle in Denver was dying, and I was to be remembered in his will. It was best that I be at his bedside. He was not expected to live out the month. I was to pack lightly and catch the eleven PM Saturday Greyhound bus in San Francisco to Denver.

Several friends drove me to the bus stop. I joked with them as to the possible amount of my inheritance. I also wanted witnesses to my departure but telling them no more. The bus arrived. I hugged my friends good-bye. I boarded and gave the driver my ticket. The bus was going to Denver. The driver said I was to get off at Sacramento.

It was about 1:30 in the morning when the bus wove its way through the deserted streets and the sleaze parts of Sacramento to the Greyhound station. I lost count of the homeless I saw curled up in doorways. With a hiss of air, the bus halted. The door sprung open. I peered from my window. Two figures with overcoats and hats pulled low stood by the bus door. I knew they were waiting for me. I lifted my bag from the overhead, apprehensive and a little hesitant to disembark.

The two men said nothing. Just led me to a limousine that had dark tint windows. One opened the back door. I stepped into the spacious rear interior. A driver with a chauffeurs cap sat behind the wheel in front. The two men entered, one on either side of me. The doors shut and we started to move. I didn't recognize the first man when he removed his hat and dark glasses. The second man removed his. It was Owen. Boy! Was I ever glad to see him.

Owen asked me what I had told my friends. My answers satisfied him. I told him that I was surprised to get off at Sacramento. Owen replied it was for security. He reached into the seat pocket and extracted a pair of dark glasses asking me to put them on. I did. They were so dark they blocked my vision. "You won't see anything for awhile," said Owen. "Don't panic." He chuckled, "You're not a hostage. We're not going to tie you." I felt easier.

The noise of cars and trucks did not escape my ears. I knew we were traveling on a freeway. Not being able to see made the trip longer. Time moved slowly until the traffic noise diminished. The limousine slowed, then stopped. The doors opened. I was led by the two men, both walked slowly, timing their pace to my sightlessness. We walked across pavement for a considerable distance before we stopped.

My hands were lifted and moved forward to where I felt myself grasping two rails. I was advised there were four steps, to keep my head low as I ascended. Helpful hands met me at the top and I was told I could stand straight. I was led a few paces then settled into a tight, but comfortable, seat. I was told my glasses would be removed very shortly.

I heard curtains pulled and a door slammed shut. There was momentary quiet, then the sound of one, then two, jet engines starting and whining their way to a momentous wail. My safety belt was fastened over my lap. We started to move, taxing slowly, bouncing down the runway approach. The plane momentarily stopped. I braced myself. The plane sped down and lifted from the runway. After we leveled off and had been airborne for about ten minutes, I was told I could remove my glasses. I was in a private jet. Windows had been covered and a curtain closed off the cockpit and the pilot. I was alone with my two escorts.

Owen introduced his other escort as Jim. He offered me a drink, which I gladly accepted. I started to ask questions, but was told they would be answered later. It was mentioned that the trip would take a while. All of us should try to sleep. Jim sat next to me. The cabin lights were dimmed. Owen dropped off to sleep almost immediately. I started to doze only to slowly awaken to Jim's feeling my crotch.

I fidgeted to let him know I was awake and let him open my pants and pull out my cock. He knelt in front of me and I received a very slow blow job. Finishing, he sat back in his seat, took my hand and placed it on his exposed hard cock. I fondled and jacked him, then finished him off with my mouth. Afterwards, we both sat back and slept.

I awoke to a bouncing jolt. The plane had touched down, the jet engines settling to a low whine. Owen handed me the dark glasses. I put them on, knowing they would remain until we reached our final destination. I heard the plane immediately take off again. I was put in a car and settled back.

There was no freeway noise with this ride. I assumed we were traveling a back road. When the car stopped, I'd guess we'd been traveling about a half hour. I heard the chauffeur talking to a guard or a gateman. The car slowly proceeded, finally stopping, after making a few bends and several turns.

I was helped out of the car. I heard the trunk momentarily open, then slam. I guessed they had gotten my suit case. The car started, its sounds diminishing as it moved away. I was told I could now remove my glasses. I squinted, covering my eyes with my hands, then slowly spreading my fingers, my eyes adjusting to the rays of the sun.

It was a big estate. It's manicured rolling landscape looked like it should support a castle. There were no castles though. The buildings were of Spanish architecture, red tiled roofs, stucco walls and large brown beams. I wondered if I might be in Mexico. Owen led me to my quarters, a building which resembled a somewhat small hotel.

Owen tapped a ding-bell at the lobby desk. A young man appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as Jeff. He would show me to my room. He would also be my guide and advisor for my stay.

Owen shook my hand and said his job was done, that he would have to leave. He wished me good luck. Jeff took my bag and told me to follow him to my room. As we walked down the hall, Jeff pointed to an alcove. Here was a soft drink vending machine as well as a snack vending machine. There was no charge. If I got thirsty or hungry, I could just help myself.

My room could be described as a hotel room, comfortably furnished with a sterile look. There was a TV., and as an added bonus, a headset stereo with a collection of LP's. There was a phone, but for calls in the complex only. I noticed I had a single bed. I guessed it would be my private room and any work to be done would be elsewhere. It would be nice to have some privacy.

Food was served in a cafeteria. There was everything from gourmet entrees to hamburgers and fries, depending on what I wanted. Wine was available if I desired. I settled for a burger and a large plate of fries then made myself a large sundae from the ice cream machine.

There were eight other boys in the cafeteria. Jeff introduced me. I got warm handshakes and smiles from all of them. If I had any apprehensions so far, they were rapidly leaving.

Finishing my meal, I left with Jeff and got my first real look at the area. I would not even try to guess how many acres. The lawn was manicured. Palm trees in abundance. The buildings were all one story. Down a ways were cottages which I guessed were for the visitors. We passed alongside a large swimming pool, surrounded by comfortable lawn chairs, and entered an adjacent building. This was a gym with body building equipment and an indoor basketball court. Jeff said that I would join the other boys in a daily basketball game as well as a daily swim in the outside pool. Now, it was time for my physical.

We arrived at the dispensary and were escorted down a gleaming linoleumed hall to an examining room. A male, garbed in white, wearing a nursing cap, entered with a clipboard and asked me all of the usual medical questions. Blood was drawn, and then I was given a bottle for a urine sample. A chest x-ray followed. Jeff said that if any disease was found, I would be immediately sent back home. I was confident I had none. Jeff said he would stay and watch the physical.

The male nurse asked me to completely undress. He would give me the exam and I would be partially prepped. I wasn't sure about the prep. Were all the other boys shaven? The nurse said that he was going to shave my balls, perineum, inner legs and butt. That he would leave the patch of hair above my dick, but would trim the wild hairs. He pulled a sheet of paper and covered the examining table. I climbed up and lay on my back. He reached in a drawer, brought out a set of stirrups attaching them to the table. My legs were spread then lifted into the holding slots.

I heard running water in the sink and soon warm soapy lather covered my crotch. Naturally I got hard and the nurse complimented me on my beautiful dick. I was dried and resoaped, the razor working from my uppermost crotch then down a ways on my inner legs. The nurse told me that he was going to put a collar above my balls, to pull them down against the sack to make the shaving more thorough and he would undo it as soon as he was done.

My balls were pulled down, the collar applied. My testicles now pushed hard against the skin of my sac. The razor moved over my tight balls removing all of my scrotum hair. My inner butt cheeks were spread and well soaped. The razor moved around my asshole removing hairs surrounding it. The collar was removed, I was thoroughly dried and the nurse held a mirror so I could check his barbering. My naked balls really had a shine. I was satisfied with the patch of crotch hair that was left.

I was handed a robe. Donning it, I was led into the hallway and down two doors. As I entered, I knew photographs were in order. The room was loaded with lighting paraphernalia and several stages were set with props. I was introduced to Bob, the photographer, who amiably chatted as he adjusted the barn doors on the spots and plugged in lighting cords.

Bob was very professional. He sat me in a chair, combed and parted my blond hair, used a little makeup to lightly darken my eyebrows, and just a dab of "blush" rouge on my cheeks to accent my youth.

I guess his camera clicked at least a hundred times as I posed as a naked-natural young man with the various backdrops. Asleep in a hammock, climbing a tree, posing as "The Thinker". One was leaning over a car looking deep into its engine, a good butt and ball shot. Another, I lay on a dolly half under the car. Alongside the dolly were wrenches and a greasy rag to make things look authentic. My legs were spread showing my hard dick.. I also posed as a young Indian with a headband and feather. I wore a skimpy loin cloth that only partially covered me. Bob said the guests were given albums on all boys. After the session, I dressed and returned to my quarters. There was a note on my dresser. "After dinner, shower. Be in the lobby at 8:00 PM. Your showing is tonight." It was signed, Jeff.

I was down to the lobby on time. There were five new boys waiting. We introduced ourselves and chatted. All were clear eyed and talked intelligently. They were way above the class of hustlers that are usually found on the streets. All were gay, of course, and all were going to school. All had self esteem. Further, all had plans of stopping their sexual soliciting as soon as they graduated. One was studying engineering, another architecture, the third a music major, and the last two, theater arts. I could only guess that the "scout" had done a lot of searching before finding this collection. I knew I would easily make friends. I heard there were an additional fifteen others I had yet to meet.

Jeff led us across the lawn to one of the buildings. We entered through a side door. The interior was Spanish. We walked down a thick carpeted hall to a bedroom. Jeff told us to strip naked, which we did. As we waited, I scanned the others. They were all handsome with smooth bodies, most circumcised. Like me, they'd had their balls and crotch shaven with just a light patch of hair left above their penises. All had cute butts.

The phone rang. Jeff answered. "We're ready. I'll start bringing them in." Jeff looked at me. "You're first."

I was led naked out of the room and down the hall. We arrived at two large oak doors. Jeff gave a quiet knock then turned one of the large, well polished knobs. The heavy door swung open. The room was quite dark, the aroma of cigar smoke and liquor was heavy. Peering about, I realized I was in a large parlor. Overstuffed leather chairs were arranged in a circle, each filled by a shadowy figure. In the center of the circle was small round platform. An overhead spotlight sprayed its beam downward on this small stage.

My name was called. I made my way down the narrow aisle and stepped onto the small stage, into the spotlight. "This handsome young man was discovered by our scout in San Francisco," a voice said. "Please, spread your legs to a wide parade rest and put your hands on your head." I did as instructed, my naked body shining under the spotlight. The platform started to slowly revolve. After a full circle, it stopped. People clapped. I stepped down.

The next morning, at the dining hall, I met everyone. I liked all of them. Jeff announced that we would pick teams and have a basketball game in the gym. On our arrival, we went to the locker room where we were given gym shoes as well as a short jersey. I asked about gym shorts. Jeff said there were none. We'd wear the jerseys and the shoes and socks. The jerseys came down just far enough to show our cocks and butts. Jeff was to referee. He was dressed in the same manner.

We all trotted out to the well lighted indoor court. We had an audience of male spectators waiting for the activity to began. This was the first time I'd seen any of the guests in the light. I was awed as I recognized many faces. Some were in sports, some were in movies and some were in politics, all nationally known. No wonder security was tight. If the word got out, National Inquirer and other scandal sheets would have a field day.

The game lasted for several hours. I guess it was quite a show. Naked boys running up and down the court, penises flopping and butts flexing as jumps were made to the baskets. Occasionally a penis would rise as a player got excited. Anyways, we won, 36 - 24.

Later, a few of the boys went for afternoon duty, the others were told to rest for the balance of the day. They would be called for individual assignments that evening. I learned I would be given no more than two assignments a day.

Jeff called at 8:00 PM and told me to report to one of the cottages. I knocked on the door wondering what the night would be like. The door opened. I gasped. It was one of America's favorite young rock stars. I was spellbound. I was going to make love and serve one of Americas most popular guitarists and singers. It made no difference that he was black. He gave me a large toothy grin and formally introduced himself, not that he needed to.

Without waiting, he stripped naked, put his arms around me and implanted a long hard kiss. I opened my mouth so his tongue could delve deeply back to my throat. It seemed his clench lasted forever, his bare body pressed tight, rubbing against my clothes.

In a hurry, he dropped to his knees, ripping at my pants until they dropped. My hard pecker jumped out. His mouth was there to receive it. He jammed it in, taking it down his throat until I felt my crotch bump against his lips. His head moved slowly, backward and forward, enjoying my full penetrating swollen tip that was giving him a deep massage.

The feeling of his soft, warm, wet, throat tissue sliding against my dick was very intense. I tried to hold my cum to give him more time, but it was impossible. My dick let loose, spewing a large load directly down his throat.

"Come on, boy, let me get all your clothes off. I want to love that young white ass of yours."

My shirt was pulled upwards. I raised my arms so it would slip off, leaving me bare chested. He led me to the bed, pulled my shoes and stockings off, then slipped my pants away from my ankles. I was nude. I was lifted to standing position, again embraced, and deeply kissed. His black hand moved down and fondled my crotch. "Turn around, boy." I turned. His fingers moved up and down my crack. My cheeks were spread.

"We're going to do some real lovin''." he said.

I got a good look at the stars' pecker. He was well endowed as most blacks are. His was real long, but thank heavens, not too fat. I felt it wouldn't stretch me too wide, but I was worried about far it would slide up me. I don't know anything about anatomy but wondered if it poked too high it might hurt something. That's how long it was.

We sat together on a sofa. I'd never been with a man so turned on. We embraced, his arms pulling me close. We kissed. His hands traveled through my hair, his fingers rubbed and squeezed my ears. My nipples were gently pushed about while his knee rubbed against mine. He reached to my crotch. Black fingers fondling my balls. All of this time he was telling me what a beautiful white boy I was...and that he was going to fuck my white ass real g-o-o-d.

He stood and had me turn and kneel on the sofa cushions facing backwards. I put my head on the back of the sofa gripping the top with my hands. I spread my legs wide presenting my bare white cheeks and asshole.

I was played with from behind. My Balls were fondled, my dick was pulled back, one hand gripping it while the fingers of the other hand ran over its flared tip making erotic swirls and gentle pinches. He spread my cheeks. His wet tongue splashed up and down my crack.

I'd been rimmed before, but never like this. His tongue was long and strong. Its tip did small circles around my hole working slowly in, continuing its circling until it passed through my muscle. Then, it delved further. This was exotic. I'd never been rimmed to where it was so enjoyable. I moaned with pleasure. I wanted to cum but knew I must hold it for later. When the rimming stopped, my hole was as limp as a spent rubber band. I felt two fingers slip up me. There was no resistance. They might just as well have been pushed into a bowl of jello.

I was repositioned from the sofa to where I was kneeling on the floor with my head on the cushions. I watched out of the corner of my eye as the star scooped Vaseline from a jar and greased his long black dick. It took two big globs before he was done. I spread my legs wider. His tip pressed against me then slowly pushed..

God! That long black prick just kept sliding. I'd never taken such a long dick. It finally stopped, then was pulled backward at a very slow pace and then the forward slow pace started again. My asshole had never been massaged this way. What a feeling! When the pace increased, I knew that my inner guts would soon be decorated with cum. I was going out of my mind as the faster long strokes ended with sharp slams against my butt. His prick started pulsating. Warm fluid sprayed inside me. Everything now stopped but his heavy panting. Later, his penis slid out, looking like a semi-deflated long, skinny, balloon. Exhausted, we sat and hugged and kissed, pressing our warm bare bodies against one another enjoying the others fondling. Warm air was softly blown into my ear.

"I want your white cock up my black ass." the star whispered.

Without further prompting, he slid to the floor in doggy position, dropped his shoulders and drew up his legs. I was turned on by his tight, well shaped, ebony butt cheeks. I spread him and worked my lubed fingers up into his black asshole. The star moaned. His body was straining like a female cat in heat, asking for more. I gave him a good slow lasting finger massage while he moaned, "Fuck me!. Fuck me!."

I'd never fucked a black man, but I was hot and ready to slide it between those black buns. I hurriedly lubed myself and positioned him so his asshole made a target in front of my stiff dick. I put it against him and pulled his butt back to me. It slid easily. He pushed back even more, straining to receive every last fraction of my length. I pulled completely out, then rammed it up his black ass again and again, watching his hands claw the floor. I grabbed his big balls, and tugged downwards. I was really giving this black body everything. My cum started to build slowly, working forward with more intensity than I had ever felt. It rushed to get out. I slammed and slammed. My body shook as my hot sperm shot into his black ass.

The next day, all of the boys converged at the outdoor pool for a swim, naked, of course. There was a large audience sitting in deck chairs. The sun was bright. Most had brought video or still cameras. I could not believe how many I recognized from sitcoms, movies, or from the political scene. I'd never guessed any of them to be gay. Here they were out of the closet enmasse.

The diving board was the main attraction. Cameras clicked and videos spun as youthful naked males momentarily poised before their dives. The water was quite cool. Most all penises were shriveled, showing just red tips atop a pair of somewhat retracted balls. Boys who could do back flips were encouraged to dive. Pictures of tight, young, fresh butts atop a diving board were in very much demand. Some guests walked along side the pool taking full shots and close-ups of the young male sunbathers. Boys drying themselves was a popular subject. The afternoon sun started to fade. It was close to dinner. We all returned to our quarters. I wondered, when I answered my evening call, who my next assignment would be.

It was a warm night and just a short walk to the cottage that I was assigned. I entered and immediately recognized the guy. He was an older, very popular, fat, actor. I mean real fat! Real fat men can be weird. They hate their own bodies so much they can be very sadistic, or very childish. They are slobs. Most of them drool. I look on them as just "yucky". I knew this assignment would be difficult.

There was no initial hug or kiss. From a standing position, his fat gut was in the way.

"Let's undress," he said. " I want to see your little wee-wee."

I knew I was going to work with a childish type. I disrobed with no help from him. He simultaneously took off his clothes. I stood and watched him dance naked about the room, whirling and turning, humming to himself, glancing my way to make sure I was watching. He was trying to impress me? Sheesh! I might just as well watch an elephant waltz. It would be more graceful.

His energy spent, he sat down on the sofa, reached for a hankie and wiped his sweating brow.

"Come over here, young man, let me touch your pee-pee."

I stood in front of him. His hand tickled my balls then took my stem, wiggled it, and giggled "Tee-hee-hee." Still giggling, he turned me around and ran his finger up and down my crack. He snickered louder when he spread me and looked at my asshole. He was like a child on his first exploratory sexual adventure. Maybe this was his first?

"Now get on your hands and knees and back up to me. I'm going to put my finger up your little poo-poo."

I did as instructed, dropping my shoulders to the floor. He kept giggling as he slid his finger up my ass and caressed my balls. I guess he poked it in and out about a half a dozen times. When he got tired of that, he kneaded my cheeks, occasionally spreading them as wide as possible then closing them and squeezing them tightly. I just had to be tolerant.

He rolled me over on the floor and pulled my legs up. His pudgy hand gripped my penis and pulled it up and down.

"Now, I want you to be a good boy and give me some little white bubbles from your wee-wee."

I was having a bad time trying to stay erect. I tried to think of a good fantasy or something to help myself along when the fat guy said, "My, My. I'm going to pretend it's an ice cream cone." He dropped his head and flicked his tongue around my tip. "Mmmmmm," he said, then he slide it farther into his jowls.

His tongue helped turn me on. I did get hard. And yes, he did drool. His saliva ran down my dick, over my balls, through my crack, and drained to the floor. When I felt I was Coming, I told him so. He pulled his head away and jacked me 'til white "bubbles" came out of my "wee wee." He was delighted. With his finger, he wiped the cum from my chest and dick then put it in his mouth. "Mmmmmmm," he said as he smacked his lips.

I guessed what was next. Sure enough. He wanted to me to put his peter in my "little boys" mouth. He sat in forward in a chair and spread his heavy fat hams. I had to spread away the fat to get to his dick which was wedged, almost fully hidden in his flab. Because of his age, his dick was half soft and there was a pungent smell of smegma in his crotch. I did my thing. He squeezed his hams across my ears and stroked my hair. His cum just dribbled out.

I was worried that he would want me to fuck him in his butt. I had no idea how I could possible get my prick between those two dirigible ass cheeks and even reach his hole. I was afraid that he might suggest he sit on it. I could imagine a crushed pelvis. The idea was not mentioned. I was glad. When my assignment was over, I hoped that I would never have to go to him again.

The next day, I took a physical examination, from a guy who wanted to play doctor. My client was a football player. I'd seen him on TV. many times. He met me at the door wearing a long white coat.

"You're the boy who's here for his physical?"

I picked up on the part immediately. "Yes, Sir. I'm here for my physical."

"Come right in and let's get your clothes off."

I was led to the bed side. "Here! I'll undress you." I raised my arms so my shirt could be slipped off. Sitting on the bed, the "doctor" removed my shoes and stockings. "Now, let's stand so I can drop your pants." My belt was unhooked, my zipper pulled down and my pants pulled to my ankles. I stood wearing only my white briefs. I stepped out of my pants. The doctor reached in his pocket and produced a stethoscope. He put it over my tits, then moved it over my back, muttering, "Uh-huh" at every stop.

Putting the stethoscope away, he slid his hands through the waistband of my shorts, sliding them downward til they dropped to my feet. I was really turning on for this guy. My prick rose to full mast and throbbed.

"Ah," said the doc. "A good case of penis erectus. What a fine body."

One hand reach for my balls and started fondling, the other held my dick. My balls were tugged, moved around, and fingers ran across their outer surface.

"No apparent testicular cancer," the doc said. "Now put your hands on your head."

I obeyed as the doc ran his hand over my stomach to my tits, pushing each one upward. They were already hard. He reached under each arm pit, gently pulling the strands of blond hair. He turned me around and the palm of his hand moved over my crack.

"Strong buttock muscles," he said. "Now, kneel over the bed for a prostate exam."

I did so while hearing the snap of a glove being applied to his hand. Cool lube moved over my pucker then his finger slowly pushed inward. He spent a lot of time putting his finger in and out and swirling it, gently gripping my balls as his finger played inside of me. He wiped the grease from my asshole and had me rise. He was smiling.

"The game is over. Let's make love."

He removed his white coat. He was naked underneath. He was tall, his slim smooth body showed solid muscle. His prick was erect, long and hard, its tip widely flared. I moved towards him, our eyes meeting. He put his strong muscular arms about me, hugging tightly like he really wanted to make me part of him. Our erections rubbed against each other, our bodies gyrating to feel each other even more. I raised my head, his lips came down on my open mouth. He squeezed tighter. I was experiencing complete ecstasy.

He lifted me to the bed like I was a feather. I drew up my legs and opened them as far as possible. He moved to my open crotch, his tongue rapidly licking my balls, up my stem, then my penis entered his mouth. My body was wild with desire, I was moaning. My coming was a mind blower.

It was my turn. His hard rod filled my mouth. I licked and licked, my tongue boring into his flaring red pee-hole. I slipped each ball into my mouth, gently rolling, sucking, and tugging. My tongue again worked up to his swollen cap. My mouth quickly covered it, my tongue pressed against and stroked its backside. Gush after gush of cum spewed forth from this solid, large, throbbing dick. I swallowed and swallowed. We snuggled, he squeezed me in to him. We rested.

Recovering, foreplay again started. The athlete got on his hands and knees and said he wanted to be butt fucked. I looked at his tight, athletic buns. My prick got harder. I spread his cheeks and to applied lubricant. His pucker was gorgeous. I could not stop myself. I rammed my face between his buns, my tongue lapping until his muscle was limp. I greased up, pressed my tip against his hole, and slowly pushed in. I held my cum as long as I could, trying to give this celebrity longer pleasure. He must have enjoyed it. He reared and bucked all of the time.

"Now let me do you." he said.

I flexed tight. I wondered if my pucker would let something that big around enter. I knelt on the floor and leaned over the bed. He lubed two fingers, pushed them in, twisting them about.. He did this several times adding more lubricant. I expressed my apprehensions about him hurting me. We decided it best that if I lower myself on him. Then I would have full control.

He sat on the edge of the bed. I backed up to him, spread my butt, adjusting myself for entry. My asshole stretched wider and wider as I very slowly lowered myself. There was some hurt. I gingerly continued, his meat sliding deeper into me. Finally, I was resting against his hairy crotch fully impaled, his long, big dick high inside me.

The athlete gripped his hands below my rib cage and slowly started to lift me up and down. GOD!, OH, JESUS! The bouncing increased in speed. I was going absolutely crazy as my asshole slid up and down his thing while he gyrated my body. My legs were wide, my cock straight up. My ejaculation was involuntary. Cum spewed from my prick as I felt the fountain of his warm fluid fill my inside.

The month went fast. Some clients wanted to play daddy and son, while others just needed a young, fresh prick to put in their mouths. Many lay awake talking about themselves and their careers, trying to impress me with how important they were. The above three encounters will stay in my mind as the best and different.

I left the way I came, dark glasses covering my eyes so I could not identify the cars, plane or landing strips. I was dropped near the Sacramento bus stop in early morning, led to a vacated doorway and told to face inwards. My glasses were taken. I was not to turn for 3 minutes while the car disappeared.

The early morning bus to San Francisco had only five passengers. I sat where no one was near. I removed two large manila envelopes which had been given me before my departure. Opening them, I glanced inside. I gasped. Each contained packets of hundred dollar bills. I quickly put them out sight, worried about getting mugged. Arriving home, in the privacy of my room, I counted the money. There was more than enough to pay for all of my education. I would no longer work for tuition.

You have noticed that no names were mentioned in my story. Not even mine. I'd recognized many celebrities. Many had used my body and I had accommodated theirs.. I still have no idea where I was taken. The Spa is top secret. The money I brought home was, of course, from my uncles inheritance.

The End