Completely naked I lay on the floor in a hotel room. My Legs completely spread and my hands behind my head and my cock, because of a tiny blue pill, lies stiff and big on my stomach. A slippery white drop of moisture hangs from my glans. A red shoe with a large stiletto heel, with a foot in it, plays with my balls. Every time the photographer calls 'ready' I look up as horny as possible at an older woman above me. As she continues to play with her foot, placing the needle hook over my penis or on my nipples, the photographer gives assignments and keeps clicking.
She put the tip of the shoe in my mouth, the photographer tells me to look in fear. Well done, ready and again the studio light flashes. I move to the bed. The red shoe is replaced by a red silk glove that gropes me everywhere as the photographer gives his commands and the studio light flashes again. The glove becomes red panties. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs wide, I am siting as a dog on my knees with my head at pussy height and my tongue clearly visibly. I lick the small garment. Finally I lay on the ground sucking her toes in red lace socks.
The photo shoot started two hours ago. In the first shots I was fully dressed with a red glove on my crotch, in my mouth or in my hair. I was groped everywhere. Buttons from my white shirt were opened and the hand disappeared underneath it and played with my nipples. The two gloves slowly undressed me. They opened the zipper of my pants, lowered my panties and showing the content. Sometimes the photographer took a close shot, but there were also photos with my whole stripped body with the beautiful hotel room in the background. There was, besides me, always a female hand in a glove, foot in a shoe, pussy in a panties or another body part in a red silk garment on the photo. Her face was left out of the images. They were clearly body parts of an older woman playing with that beautiful boy body. She was allowed to use it, she owned it, but she was discretely not shown. My face and body was owned by everybody who wants it. Public property, ready to be sold as a piece of clothing.
The photographer packed up and disappeared. The older lady gets dressed, jeans, sneakers, T-shirt so that her large breasts remain clearly visible in a black leather jacket. She walks over and stands in front of me and gives me a kiss, full on my mouth. Her hand gently grabs my genitals. As her tongue plays with my tongue, her hand plays with my cock. She pushes my foreskin back and she plays with my penis. She starts to jerk me off. Her full hand around the top of the hottest part of my cock. Her tongue licking my lips again. She lets me go and steps back to watch me. Her look gropes my naked body like it's her lollipop. She lets go of my stiff cock and turns around and leaves the room.
Naked as a newborn baby, I am now alone in the middle of the hotel room. I lie on my back on the bed to recover after this hard work. My hand grabs the still half-rigid cock, it was played with for an hour and a half, but the highlight was never reached. I want to get rid of the accumulated tension and picked up where she left off. My bald jerk is more sensitive and moister than ever before. The pre-cum from the previous session still leaks out of the hard body part between my legs. I close my eyes and see the dream I had every night the last two weeks, again.
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I stand almost naked, in the middle of a light show, on a small stage in a pub. A soft pink glow makes me look like young and desirable. At other times, I stand in a blue or bright white light in which every hair on my body is visible. Vulnerable to show every woman what I am, or want to be, a male whore. The women in front of me scream hard when I slowly start taking my hands away from my masculinity. My lower body moves to the rhythm of the music, as I show them more and more of what I have or are. Eighteen centimeters, with trimmed pubic hair around it and sturdy shaved testicles underneath. All becoming increasingly visible for the ladies. I spread my legs, put my hands behind my head and showed it all. They screamed like savages. I see the eyes of the women in the front row of me, they're staring at my beautiful, completely hard cock. I move, and the stiff part between my legs, swings along, right in front of their eager eyes. Horny looks from middle-aged women aimed at my lower body. Somewhere in the rear I hear a woman shouting "Masturbate", the rest takes this over. The bartender turns off the loud music. A choir of horny women rhythmically shouts the same word at me. They want action. I grab my manhood in my right hand and start tugging it carefully. A slow movement from my hand forward and backward. The wet glans that comes out of my hand and grows as my hand pushes the skin further back. Never have there been more than two eyes on my own toy. Now there are dozens staring at my boy body and my tool. I got horny.
I have my eyes closed and enjoy it. With every movement of my hand, my glans gets wetter and more sensible. Every time there is the best and most wonderful feeling there is. Every move there is a shiver of pleasure going through my whole body, longing for more and more. Or faster and faster, or harder. The touch of the most sensitive piece of my body becomes more intense with every stroke of my hand. My entire lower body feels like a separate part of me and floats around somewhere between the horny wives. The movement of my hand accelerated with the pace of the screaming mob in front of me. My nipples harden without me touching them, my mouth get moister and full of saliva without a tongue or finger in my mouth. My entire body shimmers with the fluid that flows out through my pores. Every blow of my hand makes the feeling in my lower body grander and more sensitive. It is so tasty and sensitive that it hurts. I can no longer stop; the pleasure of this pain is too great. It's unstoppable. I have to cum. The combination of lust object, the screams and my own hand drive me crazy. When the tempo becomes too high to scream like a choir, they start clapping into the rhythm of my hand movements Every time my hand touches the top of my cock, a wave goes through me and through the room. The waves come more and more often and becomes longer and deeper after each time. The rhythm continues to rise. More and more often and harder, my hand goes over the tip of my penis until I can't stop it anymore. A tsunami of warm sperm sprays around. Blobs on the ground for me.
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I got back into the hotel bar from two weeks ago. Luckily, I directly saw the same beautiful Asian waiter as last time. I hoped that he would, like the last time, offer me a free beer and could help me to get money. The first and last time I was here, he paired me with an old American tourist, she paid for my drinks and my body. I was her one-time whore. Now I needed more money, and fast, so I could survive as a student in the big city. All I got from her was already spent. When I found a room to sleep, after my girlfriend had dumped me, I had to pay two months' rent in advance and was broke after that. I found a job in a grocery store to survive, but I couldn't afford my rent, studies and food for the next month. I was drowning in this big city.
'Good evening, sir, looking for a free beer?' The waiter said while he placed a beer in front of me.
'Maybe I need more,' I said.
'She liked you, she wanted more, but I could not contact you. She left a week ago. Back to the states'
'There must be more?'
'Not now. But I would want to fuck you,' he said as he placed his hand on mine. 'You have a lovely ass; I will pay a hundred euros for your ass right now.'
'No chance.'
'Too bad, I might be able to help you, but not on a onetime basis. That's not how we work. I need boys to be available for me when I need them.'
