Chapter 31: Gay for Pay in Arkansas
Having had road sex at noon, see my previous story, I was ready for an easy evening. I found a cheap motel, if you could call it that, it was a series of what used to be called "tourist cabins" in the 1930's which had been turned into a motel by the simple expedient of running a roof between the cabins so it sort of looked like one big long building. The roofed areas were shaded decks, so that did make sense, and in the green area between the building and the road they had put in a pool. The place was clean and cheap.
I checked in, went to my room, took a piss, and a shower, to get the dried cum and ass juice off me from my early afternoon adventure, got hard again thinking about it, and so went back to the office to talk to the guy behind the desk, who was pretty fem, especially for out here in the boondocks of Arkansas, or so I imagined what life for a gay guy out here must be like.
"Hi again," I said.
"Is everything all right?" the fem guy, who had a name tag saying "Tiger" asked.
"Sure," I said, "all is well. The room is just fine. I need to know where I can get a decent supper -- something better than MacDonald's but not the top of the line -- just ordinary cooking. And after that, I am really horny and need to find some action. Any ideas?"
"Straight or gay?" Tiger asked.
"Bi."
"Well, you can't go wrong at Carla's Place. The food is good home cooking, the customers are all kinds, but after the supper, the kitchen closes at 9, the bar stays open till midnight, some nights there is a band, otherwise a juke box, and some dancing, and gays are welcome. Carla is a Les herself. My shift ends at 8 and I plan to go there for supper tonight, and, if luck is with me, find a hookup later."
(Now, in case this is the first story of my summer you have read, I was 20, 185, athletic build, 7" cut, blond, blue eyed, and always horny.)
I was really tired, so had a drink of water, and a nap. I woke up at about 7:30 and was ready for supper. I went to Carla's Place, took a seat at the counter, and had a really good chicken-fried steak, baked potato and salad. As Tiger had mentioned, the crowd was very mixed. Families, although most of them were leaving, and couples, same sex and opposite sex. By the time I had finished my pie, the kitchen had shut down, and the lights were dimmed, and the lunch counter had become a bar, and a busy one at that. I saw Tiger sitting in a booth with two other guys, and nodded at him, he nodded back.
I was wearing my tight jeans, and boots, and belt with the big buckle, and so could pass for a cowboy, and did. Being fresh meat, I was the object of a good deal of attention, as fresh meat often is in a bar or sex club. I finished up my apple pie (excellent) with ice cream, and looked back at Tiger. He beckoned me over. I went, and sat down with him and his two buddies. Neither was as fem as Tiger, both could pass for straight anywhere.
"Hi," he said. And to his friends he said, "This is Jason, he is just passing through and staying at the motel. Jason, these are my friends, Karl and Joe." We shook hands. "Do sit down with us," Tiger added.
"You were right, the food was a lot better than MacDonald's, and not expensive. What happens next?"
"Whatever you want to happen, more or less," said Joe. "When the band begins there will be dancing, and if you stand alone by the wall over there, you will be picked up in a few minutes. Do you want us to warn you off of the guys you do not want? At least in our opinion? Quickies happen in the men's room, and in the parking lot behind the building, and in the cars and trucks, and, now that it is dark, in the woods behind the parking lot. Or, you could play with us, or, try your luck out there, and, if nothing turns you on, come back to us at about 10:30, we will have sorted ourselves out by then and be ready to go home to play with whoever we pick up, like you, and if not, just the 3 of us."
"Thanks," I said, "I would be pleased to play with any or all of you, but I'd like to see what fish I could catch first."
"Ok," said Karl.
So, I walked over to the wall, rearranged my junk inside my jeans so as to emphasize my basket, put my thumbs in my front belt loops, hands down, to emphasize my junk, tilted my cowboy hat back a little and stood still. There was another guy already there, same pose. "You moving in on my territory?" he asked.
"Not on purpose, my friends think there will be enough for everyone."
"They are right, you selling it or just for fun."
"Fun," I said, "and a test of my appeal, I guess, you?"
"Depends, if he turns me on, free, if I am not interested, I am selling. You, for example, would be free, but Tiger would have to pay, not much, but not free either. I have done both of his buddies for free, and would again. You could do a lot worse."
Just then an old, and fat, guy came over. "Hi Brucie," he said, "long time, no see. I'lll blow you and pay you $10, $15 if you will cum on me. "
"Maybe later," Bruce replied, and looked over at me.
"Same here," I said. "Just got here and trying to get the lay of the land."
"I am the lay of the land," said the fat guy, turning around and shaking his butt at us. "See you later."
"How much do you charge, and for what?" I asked.
"You sure you are not trying to muscle in on me?"
"No, don't worry, I am only here for the night, and just curious. I have never been paid for sex before, and I was wondering how it all worked. I need money, not today particularly, but in general, and it might pay more than being a waiter."
"Well," he said, "I charge what the traffic will bear. With discounts, or free, as I mentioned, if it is as much for me as them. So, for example, the fat guy, I will let him blow me in woods for $15. He cums almost right away, and I don't, so it is a good deal for both of us. He takes his very short cock out, and jerks it, and boom, he comes. Wipes his cock with a napkin from here, and goes home. I get back against the wall to see what happens next. Some nights I make a few hundred bucks, some nights only about $50."
"Do you top and bottom?"
"Yes, I am on Prep, but only get fucked with condoms, since there are a lot of other diseases out there."
The dancing had started, girls with boys, girls with girls, and a few boys with boys. Tiger came over to me and asked if I wanted to dance. I had never danced with a guy before, and since I was a long way from home, and horny, I said yes, even though fem's did not generally turn me on much.
It was a slow dance, body to body, he was hard before we started, I could feel it up against my thigh, and that got me hard. We were dancing cock to cock, and, cheek to cheek. He being about 6" shorter than me, our cocks were not very well aligned, but it was still pretty good.
"You are in room 14", he said, with a bit of a question.
"Yup," I responded.
"There is a lamp on the table in front of the window, if you get home and want to fuck me, leave it on. I want that big cock of yours inside me, now, or later. I promise I am good at it."
"Ok," I said, "deal."
We went back to the table, the other guys were dancing, Tiger ran his hand up to my crotch under the table and felt my hardon. He was good at it.
"Let's go over to the wall," he said, "and see what we can catch."
"You do it for pay, also?" I asked.
"Sure, it is easy money, but if you think maybe you will wait up for me, I will hold back on the cum part so I am really horny for you later."
So, we did. About a dozen guys chatted me up, guys my age, and in good shape, looking to play for free, old guys, and out of shape guys, including a couple that looked homeless, at least toothless, approached, I was worried about being arrested for prostitution, not knowing who might be a cop, and who was OK, so turned them all down, with a "maybe later, dude". Some of the young guys were really hot, but, by the time I was ready to call it a night, they had all left, hooked up, or not. I said my goodbyes to the couple at the table, and to Bruce who had been in and out of the place several times, he smiled and said, "174.50 so far, it had been a good night."
"What was the 50 cents for?"
"I told him $25 to suck me and all he had was $24.50, so I took it. I would have taken less, he is really a great cocksucker."
"It has been great, sorry I won't get to play with you, but I have to go to bed, long drive tomorrow."
I left, and still being very horny, turned on the lamp in the window of my room. Ten minutes later Tiger knocked at the door. "I really don't usually go for fems," I said, "but you are a nice guy, and I could fuck almost anything at this point."
"I can be as butch as anyone," Tiger responded, the fem ways, body language, voice, and intonation, were gone. He took off the necklace, and the earrings, and his Hawaiian shirt, he had chest hair, nice pecs, a treasure trail, good shoulders, all of which had been well hidden under his loose Hawaiian shirt.
"Fuck," I said, "you are one hot twink!"
"Wait till you see what else I have," and he took off his shorts, was commando, and his bigger than average cock popped right up. He turned around and had a muscular bubble butt. Smooth as glass, he bent over and his hole was pink and hairless, he winked it at me. "Ready for you, any time, Jason, you want to get on the road tomorrow, so let's have at it!"
"You've got it, dude, or as soon as I can get these clothes off, a condom on, and lubed up." Which I did at warp speed.
"We've had enough preliminaries this evening," he said, "just put it in." He was on the bed on all fours, ass hanging over the edge, legs spread, I walked up between them, rubbed my cock on his ass crack, fingered his hole, it was lubed, and so I put it right in. Fem or not. And, at this point, he was not fem at all, just a masculine bottom boi, just what I like. My cock felt a little resistance, then, it slipped right in, all the way to my pubes.
Tiger moaned, "Hold still a minute, your cock is big," and then less than a minute later he began moving on it. I did a reach around and his cock was wet with precum. "Play with my pecs," he said, and I did. He was moaning about how good it felt, and I was telling him how much I loved fucking him. A slight, but muscular build, and very masculine sounds coming out of his mouth, turned me on no end. "Let's make it last, if we can," he said, and we did.
It was a good 20 minutes before I had to cum, and told him so. "Can you pull out and cum on my face?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, "when I have been fucking this long and holding back, sometimes I need to JO to cum, so on your face is fine." I pulled out, he flipped over onto his back, I straddled his upper body, told him to work my pecs and nips, and used both hands on my slippery and very hard cock, and after a few strokes, came on his face, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, hair, just everywhere, and he licked it up, pushed it with his fingers into his mouth, and looked up at me.
"Put two or three fingers in my ass and work my prostate while I jerk off," he directed. I did, he did, cum all over his belly and hairy chest, I smeared it around and fed it to him.
"Thanks," I said, "this was great, and especially when you turned off the fem act."
"Ah," he said, "the fem is not an act, that is who I am, it is the masculine Tiger that is an act, but I do it pretty well, no?"
"That you do, thank you for doing it for me." He left, I slept, resting up for another road day tomorrow.