For a Dollar More...

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Disclamer:

All characters are consenting adults (over 18). This story is loosely based on

my actual experiences, however the names are fictional.

Story background:

Mike is a 45 year old married (to a woman) man who has secret desires to explore his sexuality with other men. Mike is athletic and fit and generally alpha in his daily life. But for some reason, Mike has secret thoughts about being a bottom for other masculine men.

During the day, while is wife is at work, Mike sometimes visits gay cruising sights to explore his fantasy and consider potential hookups. Mike works from home and works for himself as a tech business consultant. Since he is self-employed, he can set his own schedule.

We catch up with Mike mid-morning on a weekday while his wife is at work. Mike has logged into a gay cruising sight and he's looking for potential hookups.

Mike's profile is pretty straight forward: "Bi-married male, 45 yrs old, ddf/neg masculine bottom with just under 7 inches looking for masculine ddf/neg tops."

Mike is logged in and waiting to see if he is approached...

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On-line Temptation

I sat at my computer waiting for someone to approach my profile on the cruising site. While I waited, I browsed the map displayed on my large work monitor. The site listed other cruisers by their location and a single profile pic. Most tops showed pics of their cocks; most bottoms showed pics of their asses.

My profile pic was a standing ass pic my wife took once as a joke and sent to me during a playful texting session. She took the pic when I was getting out of the shower and was an unsuspecting subject. I thought it was a good pic, so I was using it as bait for any tops that might need a masculine bottom.

I was getting turned on viewing some of the profiles that were within 5 miles of my house. I fantasized about the potential of finding a regular, sane, top that could host during the day so I could meet and explore my desires freely without concern about being discovered or arrested (in a public place).

I was happy to see a lot of guys my age or older that where online looking as well. This improved my chances of finding someone who is OK with an older guy. I didn't need to wait long for my first bite.

A 61 year old top started a chat with me. His stats were 6' 210# 7 cut ddf/neg gay top:

Him: "Hey"

Me: "Hi"

Him: "What are you into?"

Me: "I like to get naked, suck cock, and get fucked."

Him: "Do you bareback?"

Me: "No, I can't bring anything home to my wife."

Him: "Sorry man, that's a dealbreaker for me."

"Damn!" I thought, "I hate it when guys demand bareback."

It seemed so inflexible to me that a guy would demand bareback sex on a first anonymous meeting. The guy had a pretty hot profile and pic too. I didn't have to wait too long for my next interaction.

His profile said he was 37, 5'5," 6.5 uc, Top:

Him: "Hey bud, you looking?"

Me: "Yes, but I can't host."

Him: "No worries, I can host."

Ok, this was good, I looked at his location details; he was just 2.4 miles away.

Me: "I'm usually available during the daytime, will that work for you?"

Him: "Anytime between 10am and 3pm works for me. What are you into?"

Me: "I like to get naked, suck cock, and get fucked."

Him: "Hot! Do you swallow?"

Me: "If you are ddf/neg, I love to swallow, it's a huge turn-on for me."

Him: "You little slut, LOL"

Me: "Guilty, LOL"

Him: "I have a few fetishes; are you ok with that?"

Me: "Usually I like them, what are they?"

Him: "I like to pay you for sex, like you are a hooker."

Me: "Um...are you a cop?"

Him: "Fuck no, I just have this weird turn-on. I like to pay you for each sex act I want from you."

Me: "I don't need payment, and I don't want to get arrested."

Him: "So donate the cash if you want...."

I started to wonder if this might be a cop trying to get me to ask for cash. At the same time, I was getting kind of turned-on thinking about being paid to do sex acts for another man.

Me: "How much would you pay me?"

Him: "Let's negotiate when you are here. I will ask you to do something for me and tell you my price."

Me: "And that turns you on? Even if you think I might do it for free?"

Him: "It helps me to think of you as an object, something I paid for."

Me: "That is kind of kinky, you want to objectify me?"

Him: "Only if you want to. If you take the money, it tells me that you are willing to do a task for me at a price. It gets me really hot."

Me: "Well, if you swear to me you're not a cop or something. I'd be willing."

Him: "I'm a 5'5" Nicaraguan, I can't be a cop even if I wanted to be, LOL"

Me: "Are you ok that I am almost a foot taller than you?"

Him: "Fuck yeah, I'm paying your big ass to do things for me."

Me: "Well if you insist, I will play along."

Him: "Are you serious about meeting?"

Me: "Yes, with some planning."

Him: "Are you available, now?"

I looked at the clock. It was just after 11 a.m. and I knew my wife wouldn't be home until after 4 p.m. My cock was rock hard thinking about being paid to do things for this Latin top.

Me: "I can be available soon, are you inviting me over?"

Him: "How about 12:30?"

I had to pause to consider if I would actually follow through with this. I was so horny, I hadn't had sex in weeks. But was I really willing to take this step.

Me: "That works!"

Fuck, I was thinking with my cock now. It had taken over. I was too curious about this guy's fetish. I wanted to see what it would be like to get paid to serve another man at his request.

Him: "Here's my address:

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Me: "So you want me there at 12:30?"

Him: "Park in the driveway and come in the side door to the garage. The door to the house will be unlocked. Just knock and come in. If possible, don't let the neighbors see you enter."

Me: "See you then."

We both disconnected from the chat. I was now committed to meeting my new friend in person.

I was already rock-hard thinking about meeting my new top that was only a short 2 mile drive away. I liked that he was a Latin guy, and he had an uncut cock. I'd never had an uncut top before. I assumed that my new top would want both holes so I headed upstairs to get prepared and shower before heading out.

My hands were shaking with anticipation as I prepared myself for our meeting. I was forty-five minutes away from being a pay-to-play sex worker. I was so curious to experience

Mike Meets His "Customer"

I hopped in my car wearing only a pair of Jeans, a button-down shirt, and a pair of slip on shoes. It was early spring and in the temp was in the low sixties. I felt like I didn't want to be overdressed since I was hoping to strip as soon as I got in the door.

I made the quick drive to the next neighborhood over from my own. Our town was hilly and wooded. The yards were generally spread out and private. I liked that he wanted me to be discrete with my entry. The last thing I wanted was for someone to see me entering or leaving his place. I didn't want any suspicions.

I turned onto Langdon Street, the street of the address I was given. I drove slowly down the tree-lined suburban lane looking for the address. The house I was seeking was the fourth on the left. I pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition. I took a deep breath and looked around in all directions before I exited my car.

I stepped out of my car and made my way to the side door of the garage. The house was a well-maintained rambler with brick and cedar exterior. I walked to the side of the garage and found the entrance I was instructed to enter. I pushed open the side door to the garage and entered. Inside, I found a clean garage with a single car parked in the three car garage.

I walked across the garage and knocked twice on the steel door between the house and the garage. I heard footsteps and then the door opened revealing the homeowner and my soon to be top. He matched his profile well. He was a 5'5" Latin guy with deep brown skin and an erect uncut cock that looked enormous on his small frame. I was a little shocked that he opened the door totally naked.

"Wow," I said, my face flushed as I looked at his erect cock and sizable ball sack.

"You're a fucking giant," he said, as he turned and walked back into the house showing me his naked ass as he walked away toward the kitchen.

I followed him in, closing the door behind me, "I'm Mike," I said.

"Gus," he answered, tersely, "Let's go into the living room."

I followed Gus through his sparsely furnished home, into his living room. There was a couch, a coffee table and a large reclining chair that all faced the TV. The TV was playing gay porn. Gus took a seat in the reclining chair and spread his legs, making himself comfortable. His thick, uncut, Latin cock hung nicely between his spread legs.

"So, I will pay you to strip for me right now," Gus started, "How much do you want?"

"I don't know, how much do you want to pay me?" I answered somewhat coyly.

"How about a dollar?" Gus offered, "Would you strip for me for one dollar?"

"If that's what you want, Yes," I replied, getting hard thinking about being paid a trivial amount to strip for this stranger.

"Then do it," Gus demanded with a small grin on his face.

Gus took a dollar off a stack on the table and held it in the air while he waited for me to strip. He watched as I kicked off my shoes and then raised my shaking hands to my shirt to start unbuttoning it. I took of my shirt and threw it on the floor next to my shoes. I was now standing in front of Gus wearing only my jeans. I had no underwear underneath. Once I lowered the zipper, they would likely fall off revealing my naked body to my new "customer".

I undid my zipper and let my jeans fall to the floor around my ankles. Then I bent over, picked them up and added them to the pile on the floor next to my shoes. I returned to my place standing front and center in front of Gus. My hard cock gave away my intentions.

Gus, continued to grin, crumpled the dollar and threw it at me. It landed at my feet.

"What would you do for a dollar more?" Gus asked, the small grin still showing, indicating that he was enjoying the dynamic.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked, I was also very much enjoying the dynamic.

"Would you get on your knees, crawl over here and suck my big cock to earn another dollar?" Gus asked, holding up another dollar from the stack.

I dropped to my hands and knees and started to crawl over to Gus. I was staring at his big, uncut cock as I made my way between his legs. Gus slid his ass forward on the chair so his cock was now hanging between his legs, giving me the access I needed to take him in my mouth.

I crawled until my face was in Gus's crotch. I could smell his scent as his hard cock pulsed inches from my face. Under his cock were a huge set of balls that I was certain would produce a giant load of cum. I let his cock touch my lips, then I opened wide and let him in.

Gus moaned as his cock entered my mouth, and dropped the dollar bill on my head, "Good Boy," he moaned.

I was naked, on all fours, sucking Gus's cock while he sat in his recliner and watched porn. I felt like such a slut, doing what Gus asked without any question.

"You are such a cheap whore," Gus groaned, "You willing to strip and suck my cock for just two bucks."

I was starting to understand Gus's fetish at this point. He was clearly getting off on the hooker/customer role play. I was willing to suck his cock for free, but since he was paying me a dollar, I was his cheap whore. I kind of liked the fetish, it made me feel slutty and I was very aroused.

I licked up and down Gus's shaft waiting to hear his verbal cues. I wanted to please my customer and make him want me to come back over and over. I took his big, hooded, head into my mouth and sucked strongly for a bit before taking him further down my throat. I wanted to show him my deepthroat skills; but before that, I couldn't help but work my way down to worship his big hanging balls.

I turned my head to the side so I could better position myself to take one of Gus's big, low-hanging balls into my mouth. I moaned as I sucked his right testicle into my mouth and started to wash it with my saliva.

Gus's thick cock rested on the side of my head as I alternated taking one large testicle in my mouth then the other. They were so big I couldn't fit both in my mouth at the same time. Gus moaned as I worshipped his balls.

"Suck those balls, you cheap slut," Gus moaned in a guttural voice, "Those balls are full of man cum for you."

"When did you last unload them?" I asked, panting as I did.

"It's been almost a week, pervert," Gus replied, "There's plenty of man juice in there if you do a good job."

"Mmm," I answered, Gus didn't know that swallowing was a huge turn on for me.

I worked my way back up to Gus's cock and took him deep into my mouth until he was at the opening to my throat. His hands came down and gripped my head on either side. I looked up at him, from all fours, his cock deeply in my mouth.

"Look at you sucking my brown, uncut cock for just a dollar," Gus moaned, "You are the cheapest whore I've ever had."

"MmHmm," I answered and forced my head further down on his shaft, his big, covered cock head entered my throat.

"That's right, you slut, deepthroat my cock!" Gus growled, pulling my head down until my nose rested in his shaved pubes.

"You suck good cock, for a buck!" Gus laughed, "I expect you to swallow for that price too!"

"MmmHmm," Was all I could mutter, Gus had his cock deep in my throat.

I had a raging hard on as Gus drove his cock down my throat with me, naked, on all fours in front of him. He got off the chair and stood up so he could face fuck me better. Because of his height, the angle of my head didn't change much.

"Take that cock, balls deep, you whore!" Gus growled as he face fucked me in his living room, "I am going to unload these big balls down your throat."

Gus's pubes were slamming into my nose harder than I was accustomed. My nose was actually running from the face fuck I was receiving but also from the beating my nose was taking every time he drove himself in balls deep.

"I would never let someone do this to me for a dollar!" Gus scoffed, "You are such a little cum whore."

I was getting completely turned on by Gus's fetish and manhandling. I loved how aggressive he was being. I was hoping that he was getting close to feeding me a river of his Latin cum. I'd never swallowed a Latin man before and I was anxious to experience it for the first time.

I was sporting a raging hard on as the little man fucked my throat like the cheap whore he kept calling me. I was so fucking turned-on by this aggressive Latin top with the pay-to-play fetish. And I was two dollars richer to boot.

Gus pulled his wet cock out of my throat and slapped me in the face with it a few times until my face was wet with my own saliva and his pre-cum.

"Would you let me fuck your ass for just a dollar more?" Gus asked me, glaring down at me with his swollen, throbbing cock in hand.

"With a condom?" I asked.

"If you insist. Yes," He answered.

Gus reached over to his stack and held another dollar bill in my face.

"Tell me I can fuck you for a dollar more," His voice rumbled while he grinned.

"You can fuck me for another dollar," I said, looking up at him from while remaining naked, on all fours in front of him.

"...and if I pull out and cum down your throat, that's included in the price, correct?" Gus clarified.

"Yes, same price," I confirmed.

"Turn around and show me that ass!" Gus commanded.

I did as I was told and crawled around to show Gus my naked ass. I looked over my shoulder and watched as Gus set the third dollar on my back and reached over to pick up a condom off the table. I watched him sheath his thick, uncut cock, and then spread lube all over the condom.

"You ready to be my bitch, slut?" Gus asked, "I can't believe you're letting me fuck both your holes and potentially cum in your mouth for just three bucks."

"Yes, sir," I answered, playing into the role play a little.

"What a cheap cum slut you are," Gus scolded, "I'm scared to ask you what you'd be willing to do for five dollars."

Gus stepped closer and rubbed his hard, thick cock up and down my ass crack. I looked over my shoulder and watched him grin as he used my ass crack to bring himself to peak excitement. He knew I was willing to let him fuck me just how he liked and he was relishing the experience.

"You're about to become a three dollar whore for me, aren't you?" Gus asked through his perverted grin.

"Yes I am, for as long as you like," I answered, hoping to make him even hotter by fully accepting my role in his fetish and fantasy.

"I want you to get your money's worth, Mister," I added, further displaying my willingness to play along.

I watched over my shoulder as he lined his thick cock up with my tight hole. Soon I felt pressure on my pucker as his thick cock head pressed against it. I was about to get fucked by my customer, right here in his living room, less than three miles from my home.

Mike Becomes a $3 Whore

With a firm push, Gus entered my ass, causing me to moan loudly.

"That's it bitch," Gus moaned, "Now you're my little fuck toy. I paid for all your holes, now I'm going to use them any way I like."

I braced myself for the rough fuck that Gus was about to deliver. It amazed me that a guy that was only five feet five inches could thrust himself so hard into my ass. He was fucking my brains in, and I loved it.

"Ugh, fuck, ugh," I moaned as the little Latin man punished me with his thick uncut cock.

"You fuckin' whore," Gus howled, "I'm going to fuck you silly!"

And he was doing just that. I was being thrown forward onto my elbows as my customer used my ass for his pleasure. It seemed the more I braced myself, the harder Gus fucked me.

Loud slapping sounds filled the room as Gus's thighs slapped into my ass. I looked around the room while I was being sodomized and saw my clothes in a pile on the ground. There was a single bill next to my clothes pile and another crumpled up bill in the center of the floor where Gus had thrown it at me.

The third bill was still resting on my back as I took Gus up my ass while on all fours. I let my head fall and looked back under my body. My cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I was fully enjoying the rough fuck my customer was giving me.

"Three bucks to get you naked and let me fuck all your holes," Gus muttered, "You're such a worthless cum bucket."

All I could do was let out the periodic moan as Gus plowed my ass with his thick, Latin cock. I did feel like a cheap whore the way he was abusing my hole. He really did want to objectify me; and I was letting him do just that.

"When I get close, I'm gonna pull out and cum down your whore throat!" Gus growled, "You're going to earn every cent of my money!"

I could tell that Gus was very into the role play. He was literally acting like I was a whore who sold myself to him for just three dollars. I was getting so turned on being treated like an object, and very roughly by my Latin customer.

"I'm going to send you home to your wife with your belly fully of my cum!" Gus declared, "I hope she doesn't smell it on your breath because I'm going to fill you with a weeks worth of cum," he continued, laughing wildly as he continued to fuck.

The idea of swallowing a week's worth of his semen had me very close to orgasm. It didn't help that his fat cock was sawing back and forth across my prostate. The roughness of his attack did cause some pain which was likely the only reason I hadn't blown my load already.