Part Three
Tuesday morning I woke to a cock sliding into my hole and a pair of dirty brown hands pinning me to the floor. Another one of the landscapers had paid to use my hole and nobody thought it was necessary to wake me beforehand. He grunted and dripped sweat on my back. I could feel his rough button-down uniform shirt on my back and his pants pulled down against my upper thigh. He lasted about ten minutes before blowing his load. Part of me felt degraded because I was treated like an object, but part of me marveled at making five dollars a minute doing something I didn't entirely hate.
Once the Mexican finished he zipped up his pants and left as if he'd done something as benign as use the toilet. I got up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, seeing Jesse and Collin eating cereal and enjoying the show. "Good morning little brother."
"I guess. I'm going to go take a shower."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you don't make decisions, you ask permission."
"Can I take a shower?"
"MAY I take a shower...what?"
"May I take a shower sir?"
"Good boy, go get cleaned up. Rick left you that enema kit, so make sure you use it. You got about an hour before the lawn crew gets done with all the common areas."
I took a shower and cleaned out my ass to get it ready for another day of use. Then I went out to the living room, "May I have something to eat?"
Jesse pulled down his loose boxers and became hard in a second. "I got some protein here for you. Just got to milk it out of me."
I got on my knees and sucked on Jesse's big cock, using my hands and playing with his balls. The musty smell of his crotch filled with night sweat made the experience all that more enjoyable. As I nursed the cock in my mouth, Collin spit on my ass and started pumping his morning wood into me. Soon Jesse fed me breakfast. I was always amazed how consistently large his loads were, it didn't matter if it was the first load of the day or the third, it was always a mouthful. As Collin got close to cumming he spun me around and jacked his load into my waiting mouth. "There, that should hold you over til the lawn crew gets here."
"They all want oral?"
"It's a mix, half want oral, half want that ass. Makes it more efficient as far as how many holes you got to use." He looked down between my legs and saw a string of precum hanging from where my dick should have been sparkling in the morning light streaming through the window. He wrapped it around his finger and poked it in my mouth. "Looks like you like your new position in life. Damn shame you got to go back to New York at the end of the week."
"Yeah, got to get ready for college can't just be a whore."
Jesse interjected, "Yeah, he needs to be a whore that knows stuff." They laughed at the thought.
"Go and clean up the breakfast dishes. Jesse and I have to go repaint an apartment. We'll check in on you later. Oh and I devised this little system," he held up two different raffle color raffle tickets, "Orange for oral and blue for butt stuff. That'll be how you know who paid for what."
"Yes sir."
I had finished cleaning the apartment when a soft knock came through the metal front door. I opened it to find an old Mexican man holding an orange ticket. "Mamada." His face was gaunt and his hair was white. From the open collar of his shirt I could see leathery skin stretched over his bones and the smell of a summer morning radiated from him.
My high school Spanish hadn't prepared me for life as a bilingual hooker. "Que?"
He mimed a blowjob, and I learned a new word. I let him in and before I knew it, he'd pulled his pants down to his dirty sneakers and pointed to his hard cock waiting for relief. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed me down the whole length of his six inch cock until his pubes tickled my nose and the scent of his underpaid labor swirled in the back of my throat. His moans grew more intense as the minutes ticked by on the wall clock by the door and soon he held my head down and released his nut in my mouth. Ten decent shots of cum followed by a few spurts and then he let out a sigh. I withdrew his cock from my mouth, running my tongue along the bottom to get that last little drop out of him. He smiled, stood up, zipped up his pants, and left giving me a wave and a 'gracias' through the closing door.
A few moments later, another knock on the door. I opened it to find four Mexican men and one white guy with a buzzed head and obvious prison tattoos. "We're the rest of the crew." He held up a blue ticket for me to take and grabbed my ass with his other hand. "Got to make this quick, we're using our lunch for this."
"Are you the foreman?"
"No, after prison this was the only work I could get, but since I'm bilingual and they aren't I thought I could make this process more efficient."
He said something I didn't understand and they all filed in holding up their tickets for me to collect, two orange and two more blue.
The fattest of them, an orange ticket holder was quick to get his cock out and pull me down to service it. As I did another of the Mexicans slid into my ass, using his spit for lube on his uncut cock. The man in my mouth was quick to cum and switched out with a young kid that was probably eighteen like me. His cock was a nice eight inches with sweaty balls that slapped and stuck to my chin occasionally. He enjoyed using my mouth while his friend unloaded in my ass. The last Mexican popped in his six inch cock he'd been stroking off to the side and before the kid in my mouth came, I felt that familiar feeling of semen being unleashed in my hole.
The white guy was last to use my ass. He dropped his cargo pants to reveal a seven inch cock as big around as a beer can with a thick gauge PA through the tip. He slipped in, using his coworkers' loads for lube and started pounding right away. He lasted a good ten minutes at a fast pace. His piercing skipped across my prostate over and over until I felt my own cum splash on the ground and my upper thighs.
The kid in my mouth was still hard at a rock and his balls didn't indicate he was very close to cumming. The white guy and him had a quick conversation I only caught part of and then he asked me, "Can he just use your ass? He can't cum from a BJ but that’s all he had money for.”
I looked up and smiled at his kind brown eyes, "Si."
The kid slipped into me and jacked his cock with my hole. In barely a minute he exploded inside me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Gracias," then kissed the center of my back. As they were all leaving I heard the white guy tell the kid something in Spanish that I pieced together as saying, "Don't kiss hookers."
I was alone in the apartment for the first time. I looked down at the tile floor and noticed the pool of cum I made. Just then Collin and Jesse came through the door.
"Did you cum getting fucked little bro?"
"Yes sir."
"Aw, turning into a little girl. Lick that up."
I slide my tongue around the floor and lapped up my load, slurping up the bigger pools.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jesse said with his cock hard in his hand. As I continued to get every drop up, Jesse slid his big tool in me and quickly pumped another load into me.
"Damn Jesse, how many times can you cum a day?"
"Don't know. My record is nine so far. You don't mind me using your brother do you?"
"Nah, my little cunt is your little cunt."
My eighteen year old cock might have been small, but it had the same teenage recovery time as Jesse's and was aching in the cage as they talked about me. The desire for more dick kept growing in me we every syllable they uttered.
"Go and make us some sandwiches. Dom will be here in about an hour. Said his dick is hard for that little ass again. Gonna trade you for some weed."
"You're gonna have a stockpile of grass and money by the time the weeks over," Jesse said as I pulled out the sandwich ingredients.
"That's the plan cuz."
An hour later, Dom's thick dark presence filled the room. He was modern and sleek compared to all the kitschy crap my brother had used to decorate his place. He handed a baggie of weed to Collin, "Here you go. You mind if I use your bedroom?"
"No, go ahead. Have fun."
Dom pointed me towards the bedroom and followed me in. He didn't say anything before he plunged two of his thick fingers into my wet hole. "Fuck yeah, you're ready to go," he pulled them out and stuck them in my mouth, "Clean those off for me bitch."
I sucked on his fingers as he stroked his growing cock through his black jeans. He undressed a laid on the bed, "Ride me. I want to see you work this load out all by yourself."
"Yes sir."
I straddled him, staring into his amber eyes. Slowly I managed to get his entire cock into me and then started bouncing up and down on it. He grabbed my nipples and twisted them hard between his massive fingers. "You know, you not the only one with sensitive nipples." He motioned to his thick erect nipples with his eyes. "Try them out."
I reached down and copied the same movements he was doing to mine. The look of pleasure on his face was addictive. I leaned over and sucked and chewed on one then the other all while my white ass bounced up and down on his massive black cock.
"Fuck yeah cracker, work them titties. Squeeze daddy's cock with that little white ass."
The ridge of his cock proved to be too much sensation for me and I looked down to see my white cum pooling in the fold of his body and his belly button.
He looked down at the mess I'd made and then back into my eyes. "Fuck yeah, love white boys who cum from my cock in them." He grabbed my hips and pounded my ass up and down on his cock until I could feel him pulsing and flooding my insides.
After he'd relaxed for a minute, he said, "Go get a wash cloth and a towel and clean me up."
I went out and grabbed the requested items from the linen closet and wet down the washcloth, then returned to clean up my favorite client so far.
As I wiped him down he said, "Collin said you going back to New York at the end of the week."
"Yes sir."
"Damn, wish you'd stay. I'd love to pimp you out and use you."
I smiled for lack of knowing what else to do. Nobody prepares you for that type of compliment.
Dom left and I walked out to Collin and Jesse playing video games. "Bend over little bro, let me see the destruction." I bent over and spread my ass towards him as I felt a little trickle of cum run down my leg. "Fuck you can't even close that thing after him. Didn't hear you screaming today though."
"The lawn crew opened me up pretty good."
Jesse looked over at my gaping sloppy hole, "Fuck, between that cage and those puffy ass lips, he looks more like a girl every day."
"Tonight I think we'll take him out to see if we can drum up some business. I got you a little outfit over there on the table. Try it on for us."
I put on the outfit, a tight red tank top, a pair of tight white nylon running shorts with slits up both sides, a pair of calf-length tube socks with red and blue stripes at the top. I went over and stood where they could see me and Jesse busted out laughing. "Fuck, he looks less gay sucking a dick."
Collin punched him in the shoulder, "That's the point idiot. We need guys to approach him and know exactly what he's there for."
"Where are we going sir?"
"There's an adult shop with a theater on the edge of town. Bet a lot of straight guys would love to fuck that ass. Friend of mine said he'd turn a blind eye as long as he got to fuck you too."
The thought of being whored out to strangers in public made me try and get hard again and made my roughed-up nipples stand at attention under the tank top.
That night, Collin and I walked into the adult bookstore. My outfit drew the attention of every closeted man in the place trying to look heterosexual by standing on the border between gay and straight porn. We ducked through a beaded curtain and into a dimly lit hall that quickly turned into a maze of corners and doors lit by red overhead lighting and the soft glow of television screens seeping out around the entrances.
Collin tried a door and found an empty booth. "Get in, lock the door, and get undressed. If you hear this," he tapped a special rhythm out on the door, "it's me telling you to unlock. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
Once he left, I engaged the shoddy little lock barely hanging on to the wall. Black glossy paint reflected the little television screen giving previews of porn. On the wall hung a paper towel dispenser and a clear box filled with condoms. A bench with black vinyl padding stretched across the room and the sticky floor echoed against all the hard surfaces. I took everything off except my shoes and socks, checked the bench for any bodily fluids, and took a seat to wait for my first customer.
In a few minutes, Collin tapped on the door, I unlocked it, and a man stepped into the booth with me. He looked familiar and gave off a pastor vibe, but maybe that was due to the fact he wore a white short sleeved button-down shirt, grey slacks, and shiny black shoes. Poking out from his shirt were grey chest hairs and a gold cross. He was around six foot tall, pudgy, and smelled of Old Spice.
I found myself enveloped in a tight bear hug as his hands explored my ass and I felt his cock rub against me through his trousers. He didn't waste any time with getting to know me in anyway, instead he spun me around towards the wall, unzipped his pants, and slid his cock into my hole still a bit wet from the last load I'd taken. His moan was the first sign he had any voice at all. With an uneven rhythm and a firm grip on my hips, he lasted all of two minutes before his orgasm froze every muscle in his body except those needed for ejaculation. Before I could offer to clean him off, he'd zipped up and left the room.
The porn previews looped six or seven times before Collin tapped on the door again. I opened the door to the familiar sight and scent of Dom. "Get on your knees on the bench. I got to make this quick so I can get home to my wife."
"Yes sir." I climbed onto the bench and presented my hole for him to use. All the while I was trying to overcome my surprise Dom was straight. Or maybe that was bisexual?
His cock pressing into me quickly made me think he was much more in the bisexual neighborhood. His girth and length made me scream out a little and his quick escalation to a thumping pace made me sing a chorus of "oh God" and various notes. The position made his cock rub against my prostate like a boy scout trying to start a fire and soon I felt my cum sliding into the depressions my knees made in the padded bench. My orgasm made my ass spasm around Dom's cock and he shot one of his powerful loads inside me.
When he'd finished, he took a step back. "Clean off that dick."
"Yes sir." I sat on the bench in my own cum and cleaned my ass off Dom's gorgeous cock.
He zipped up his jeans, gave me a little wink, and said, "Thanks babe," as he walked out the door.
I stood up and saw the bench shiny with cum and felt more on my ass and knees. At first, I thought about using a paper towel, but then something in me thought my tongue might be better. Using my hand, I wiped the cum off my body and ate it. The mixture of Dom's cum and mine made a great little biological soup. I then ran my tongue along the black vinyl, tasting my own load and the saltiness of previous strangers.
Collin knocked on the door just as I finished. A mid-fifties farmer, still dusty from the field entered the booth. He had on a western shirt, jeans, and brown leather boots. His hair was a little greasy and he seemed shy, like maybe this was his first time. When he didn't give any direction, I started off the conversation. "What do you want to do with me?"
It took him a moment to respond, "Maybe a blowjob?"
"Sure, you want to take a seat?"
He pulled down his jeans and sat on the little bench. He looked even more uncomfortable than he had standing. The television lit up his crotch and I fell in love with what I saw, a big floppy cock resting on a set of big balls, all surrounded by salt and pepper pubic hair. I squatted down and started working on his cock and balls. His fear inhibited his erection for a moment, but eventually my cock sucking skills busted through and his wonderful cock grew in my mouth. A nice thick eight inches with a massive mushroom head. I sucked and slurped on his meat for a while and looked up to see his head leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, and his mouth gaped in pleasure.
"I'd love to ride this cock if you want. If you just want a blowjob, that's fine too."
His shyness returned and his eye widened at the decision I'd given him. "Um...yeah...yeah...sure."
I smiled, stood up, faced the screen, and then lowered myself onto his perfect cock. His massive head popped into my sphincter and felt amazing as it plowed through all the cum lining the walls of my hole. I rode his cock for five loops of previews and he didn't say a word. His heavy breathing was all I needed to know he was having a good time. I had built up a good rhythm, when he started frantically say, "I'm gonna cum" over and over.
"Isn't that the point?" I asked with a giggle.
An eruption went off inside me and his body shook violently with every gush of cum. I kept up my pace and milked every drop out of him. When I was sure he'd finished I sat down on him and let him catch his breath as his cock shrank inside me. "Want me to clean that off for you?"
I didn't wait for an answer. So much cum had gathered behind the ridge of his mushroom head that it took a few swipes of my tongue to get it all. After I cleaned him off, I stood up and took in the look of satisfaction on his face. "Anything else I can do for you?"
"No. That was fun." He got up and redressed himself. "Thank you." He then held out his hand for me to shake, which I found rather odd. Here I was with his cum in my ass and he was ending the transaction like he'd just sold me tractor insurance. I shook his hand, he picked up his guilt again, and left quickly into the dim hall.
The next man to enter my little booth of iniquity was a young Hispanic man in his twenties, sporting a buzz cut and a set of dog tags around his neck. He sat down on the bench, awkwardly pulled down his pants, and revealed an average five inches standing at attention. "Come on, you faggots are supposed to be the best at this. Suck it bitch."
I squatted in front of him and went to work. After the last man, he was a bit of a disappointment. Luckily the man in my mouth proved to be verbal, which worked in his favor. "Fuck yeah, suck that cock you fucking whore." I thought he'd just stick to a blowjob, but after a while he pushed me away, leaned me up against the wall with the television, and shove his cock in me. I milked his cock with my hole. "Fuck yeah, work that little cunt on my dick." His pace quickened to that of a bunny and in no time, he unloaded in me. He ended our encounter by slapping my ass and walking out the door.
The night continued with strangers using my holes and one who just wanted a hand job. I don't understand why you'd pay somebody for a hand job. To my way of thinking, you could just switch hands and have almost the same experience. I imagined he could have an 'at home' hand and an 'out and about' hand.
The movement outside my little booth started to die off and Collin hadn't knocked on my door in a while, when suddenly the video screen turned off and I was plunged in to near darkness with only the red glow from a dim exit sign to light my way. The door opened and in stepped the employee who'd allowed Collin to use one of his booths without feeding the machine any bills. Normally this wouldn't be tolerated.
He was tall and skinny, trying his best to look angst ridden and counterculture in all black with a t-shirt depicting The Smiths. He unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the top of his laced up boots and sat down. He had huge balls and a thick uncut cock that swung from the weight of the large Prince Albert in the head. He waved me over to his limp cock. "Don't chip your teeth."
With that bit of dental advice, I started to work on his cock. The PA was new for me and it took a bit to get used to it touching the back of my throat. His cock grew to epic proportions until it created an arc of stiff flesh between us.
He pulled my head off his cock. "Come on, sit on it. Need to close up soon before the owner calls wondering why I haven't set the alarm."
I sat on his cock, seeing our crimson reflection in the idle video monitor. Even with all my practice that evening, the size of his organ and the PA made perching on him a little difficult. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down the last four inches. At first, he use my hips to guide my hole on the lengthy journey over his cock, but soon I felt his hands wrap around my throat and squeeze. I thought he was just doing it for effect, but soon I found myself regaining consciousness still being bounced on his cock and then I was out again. The last time I woke, Morrissey was pressed against my back and the man going soft inside me was slapping my face.
"Wake up bitch. We got to get going."
I lifted myself off of him and felt him fall out of me with a heavy slap against the vinyl bench. He grabbed my tank top and wiped himself off before tossing it at me and following it with my shorts. "Come on," he said urgently holding the door for me.
He led me through the red maze and out the front door. I heard him setting the alarm as I redressed in my little outfit stained with his cum.
Collin whistled at me from the car. "Come on, let's go home."
As he drove me home with the warm summer wind whistling through the car I asked how much money I made.
"You? You didn't make shit, but I made seven hundred dollars pimping you out. Did you have fun?”
At first, I looked a little despondent over making him so much money, but then he elbowed me, "You did, didn't you."
The corners of my mouth pulled up into a smile. "Yeah."
"Fuck yeah you did. Shit, you smell like a bucket of cum." He slid his shorts down as we sped down the freeway. "Suck me off."
I showered when we got home and went to sleep with my hole aching and a longing for more dick. Not sure which one made me toss and turn more.
