The two guys who Ally had told me to watch, slid out of their booth and I saw them walk out the back door of the bar. One was short, maybe my size, about forty-years old; the other was older, bald and quite fat. Earlier, I had witnessed the fat guy push a twenty-dollar bill to the younger man.
"The younger guy is Eddie," said Ally. "He used to work at the fitness center...he loved to party – he never saved any money and now has to do things like this to get by..."
"So what was that all about?" I asked him.
"Oh, I think it's safe to assume Eddie is now in the backseat of the fat guys car blowing him," said Ally casually. "Helluva way to earn a donation, huh?"
"Kind of sad, actually," I said. "You brought me here to see this?"
"You're a sharp kid, look around – tell me what you see – I'll get us a couple more drinks," he said then walked to the far end of the long bar.
To be honest, it became depressing now that I knew what was going on in here.
I watched another forty-year old man, dressed in ridiculous-looking short-shorts and skin-tight tee shirt, talking to an older guy on the next bar stool. The young fairy was giggling at something the old guy said...it sounded phony, but the old guy was lapping up the attention. He placed his hand on the fairy's back then worked it underneath the tee shirt. The fairy first patted the man's thigh, then began stroking it. I wondered how much the old man would be donating to the fairy.
Probably not much, I thought, as I turned my head and spotted four more 'Odd Couples' – aging queers hustling older men...none of the horny old men looked as though they had any real money, but I guess a boy has to do whatever he can to earn 'donations.'
I had only recently admitted to myself I was gay, and right now, sex with hunky men is my main interest...love and companionship? Not so much...but watching all these older fairies having to demean themselves just to get by in life, well...I hope ten-years from now I'm in a relationship with a great guy and I won't have to hang out in this seedy bar and hustle backseat blowjobs.
Ally returned with the drinks and settled into the seat across from me. I didn't wait for him to talk.
"I guess the lesson to be learned in this place is that there is nothing more pathetic than an aging queer," I said.
Without missing a beat Ally corrected me. "No, there is nothing more pathetic than an aging queer who never matured enough to realize beauty and good-looks fade..."
Then he asked me, "Have you seen the movie '"Pretty Woman"?
"Yes, I have," I said.
"Well, at sometime in their lives, all these fairies fantasized they were Julia Roberts and that a rich and handsome man would save them from places like this...that isn't how life works."
Point well made....
I looked for Andy every day, but did not see him in the pool, gym or locker room. He had been so shy and unsure of himself, I secretly hoped I would have another opportunity to help bolster his confidence.
I felt bad that I'd scared him away. I figured he was a librarian or bookkeeper or some such job where he worked by himself during the day, and at night, I pictured him sitting alone at home in a tiny apartment, illuminated only by the flickering images of gay porn on his computer screen, furiously jacking-off.
I hoped I at least had given him something to fantasize about while he masturbated.
I bring towels to Marko and Nick in the locker room; the two construction studs who have what I consider a rather 'unusual relationship' for manly men like them.
They had completed a vigorous workout and as I wait with the towels I stare at their sweat-glistening sculpted chests while they peel off their gym shorts and jockstraps. My eyes go from their chests to their genitals the moment they lower their jocks...oh my goodness – my heart pumps harder as my gaze locks onto their long, flaccid cocks and gently swaying scrotums.
As Marko takes the towels from me, I feel Nick standing behind me lifting my tee shirt. I feign to struggle but am powerless against these two strong men. Marko pushes down my shorts, squeezes the bulge in my jock then strips the jockstrap from me, too.
They stand on either side of me, place hands beneath my arms then lift and carry me into a shower stall. I find their strength exhilarating and arousing.
It had been a slow day, heck, a slow week for that matter, any donation is better than no donation at all.
With a bar of soap in each hand, I lather their hard bodies while they engage in passionate kissing. I have mixed feelings watching them kiss. On one hand I find it disturbing to see two big studs looking and sounding like girly-men...on the other hand, my prick becomes hard as a rock from the lip-smacking and their sighs of "Oooo" and "Ahhhh."
As part of our deal, I don't touch their cocks until they become fully erect from the kissing. I envy their obvious delight in one another. They are both manly men and it puzzles me when I wonder about them in bed together at night as to which of them assumes the submissive role.
"NOW!" I hear Nick command me. Is Nick the dominant one?
I soap both hands and grasp their hard cocks and vigorously stroke them. Their kissing will go on until they both climax.
It's not as easy to masturbate two cocks at the same time as one might think. Sometimes I get so caught up in the excitement, my timing breaks down, and I have to momentarily stop to regain my focus and rhythm of the strokes.
I admire men with stamina, but at times like this I would prefer a little less staying power...my hands and wrists tire after ten-minutes.
My eyes remain locked on their erections. My own balls are beginning to ache. My prick is absolutely throbbing, and I know from experience once I milk them dry, they will leave me standing here alone to take matters into my own hand.
I hear Marko cry out "YES" and I frig them both faster and harder. I aim their cocks at my stomach and when they both finally erupt, I feel the hot sperm and semen as it lands squarely on my flesh. As predicted, like most men, once I make them cum they ignore me and leave me standing alone in the shower.
My hand immediately begins stroking my agitated prick then abruptly stops. My former boss, Earl, is my last client of the day, and I decide to save my orgasm for him.
As I did for my first encounter with my old boss, I waited five-minutes past our scheduled start time then burst into the massage room.
"Sorry for being late, Boss, but I couldn't help it..." I blurted out after I closed the door.
I then looked at him and saw he was already naked, even more disturbing was he was brazenly fondling himself, and didn't stop when he looked directly at me.
I quickly regained my composure and continued with the play-acting.
"Please, Boss, I know you said I only had one more chance, but I swear the rear-tire on my car was so low I had to stop and put air in it!" I tried to explain.
"I am tired of all your phony excuses, boy...I am going to have to let you go – I need a boy I can rely on every day!" he said convincingly.
"Boss, please – I need this job – my mother depends on me – please, Boss, I'll do anything to keep this job!" I said in my best 'begging' voice. Then added: "Punish me if you want, Boss – make me unload the fertilizer truck by myself, anything, but please don't fire me!"
I saw his eyes glaze over. A thin smile spread across his lips.
"You're a naughty boy who deserves a spanking, aren't you boy?" he hissed thru his clenched teeth.
The moment he uttered the word 'spanking' I saw his prick rise to full erection. He was 'into' the game; perhaps it was the first time he would actually live-out one of his fantasies.
"Boss, you want to spank me? Isn't that against the law?" I asked him.
"Who's going to know? You think they'd take your word over mine? I don't think so, boy, now, if you want to keep your job you are going to tell me what a naughty boy you've been and how much you deserve a sound spanking – understand me, boy?" he spit the words at me so convincingly an icy shiver raced up my spine.
I hesitated for effect then looked at him thru watery eyes (I had pinched my thigh so hard it brought tears to my eyes).
"Yes, Boss...I am a naughty boy – I deserve to be punished – please spank me and let me keep my job, boss...I'll do whatever you say, boss," I said in my most thoroughly submissive voice.
I watched his hard cock bob before him as he walked across the room and sat on the edge of the loveseat.
