THE CLUB BY: MOORE
ONE
"A summer job, Steven, a real fuckin' job where you can earn some real dough. The money you make as a counselor at that kid's day camp won't make up the difference."
My dad's right of course, the boy's camp doesn't pay much. The pre-teen boys, their little cocks... "But I like being a counselor, dad, working with the kids. I've worked there the past three summers."
"Then you'll have to live at home and go to the community college in the fall. Princeton's just too damned expensive even with the scholarship money they've offered."
"But I can't pass up Princeton, dad."
"Then call Mr. Sanford at the Riverdale Yacht Club. I heard he's hiring staff for the summer and those rich club members throw money around like it grows on trees."
Slave labor is what I've heard from friends who have worked at the Riverdale Yacht Club. The money's great when you add in the big tips, but the hours are long and the millionaires who are members demand a lot from the staff. "I'll think about it, dad. Hey, you better get going or you'll be late for work. How long will you be on the night shift?"
"Who the fuck knows with the new boss at the warehouse. Coupla months I guess since I won't suck up and kiss his fat ass. You going out tonight? Maybe pick up a girl, have a few beers and get laid?
"Daaad, please. I don't do that sort of thing."
"I don't understand you, boy, when I was seventeen..."
"I know, you got laid every night."
"Got something against girls, Steven? You ain't one a them faggots are ya?"
If he only knew, I thought, looking away. "You better go to work, dad."
My dad's a bit rough around the edges, but I've been trying hard to be patient with his blue collar, beer and football and sex mentality since my mom died last year. She was a music teacher, a Princeton graduate and she would have been proud of my acceptance to her alma mater. It's bizarre really, the two of them were so different yet so much in love. I'll never understand why she married him in the first place. I'll never understand love, it's so weird, why one male is attracted to one female and why, unlike other boys, I'm not the least bit attracted to girls. I look like a normal seventeen year old boy, I've dated a few girls. But in my heart I know that I'm not like other boys because like it or not I am a homosexual. One a them faggots as my dad so coarsely puts it, gay as Mr. Archer in advanced placement sociology class refers to people with alternative life styles...a queer as my shocked high school friends would laughingly call me if they knew what I was thinking. I didn't ask to be born feeling this way or to be born with a tiny penis, but what can I do about either problem. I am physically attracted to boys, sexually attracted to members of my own sex and I have been for as long as I can remember. My first wet dream was about an older boy who used to live next door. And when I jerk off it's always visions of naked boys, not girls, that float around in my head. The school locker room is exquisite torture what with all the naked guys in and out of the shower and guys in jock straps and guy smells that send chills up and down my spine. I have to be so careful because one slip, one moment of weakness and my secret longing to get on my knees and suck a guy's cock would no longer be a secret. One harmless blow job, even if it's only a test to see if I like it and I'll risk the humiliation of being branded by friends and family as a cocksucker. I don't think it likely, but what would happen if I found a guy to do it to and it turned out that I really didn't like a dick in my mouth? Then I'd really have a big problem...a known cocksucker, a fag that didn't like to suck cock. I needed someone I could trust to keep his mouth shut if I wanted to keep mine shut after one blow job. Much as I'd miss working at the day camp, I had no choice but to apply for a job at the Club if I wanted to attend Princeton. That's where I planned to finally be myself and come out of the closet. Princeton, where I knew from a campus visit that there were guys like myself, gay guys who wanted to have sex with guys. Gay guys who hopefully wouldn't laugh at my four inch erection. TWO "We'll start you off in the parking lot, Steven, see how things work out between you and the members. You do know how to drive?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Sanford. I have my license." "We are short handed, can you start work today?" "Yes sir." "Excellent. See Julio, the head valet. He'll teach you what you need to know." The parking lot at the Riverdale Yacht Club contained Rolls Royces, Mercedes, Jags and Bimmers. The only American cars in the lot were Corvettes. Julio, a good looking Hispanic fellow in his early twenties, the kind of hot guy I could see myself blowing, was beaming over a fifty dollar bill when I approached and introduced myself. "You get that for parking a car?" I asked, pointing towards the fifty. "Parking, yeah," Julio said with a laugh. "Parking my hot rod in an old bag's cunt. These babes get everything they need from their rich husbands except a hard cock and a good fuck." "They pay you to fuck them!?" Julio rubbed his crotch and laughed again. "Fifty bucks a pop is my going rate, sixty if they want to suck my dick before I fuck them. I service three or four old broads a day in between parking cars. You interested, Steven? You're a good looking guy and there's more rich, horny broads looking for it than one guy can handle." I blushed and turned away to hide my interest in Julio and the bulge in his tight uniform khaki's. "I better stick to parking cars." I hustled and made fifty dollars in tips my first day on the job. Money meant nothing to these people. Even the kids my own age peeled off a few bills from a wad that could choke a horse when I brought their car around. I couldn't drive the fancy foreign cars with stick shifts though, cars that cost more than a year at Princeton, so Mr. Sanford transferred me to the pool staff when I reported for work the next day. Tony, the head lifeguard, assigned me to the men's health club and locker room. "Keep it clean," he said. "Towels picked up and washed, jock straps too, food and drinks in the trash. Address every member as sir and when a member wants something, run for it, don't walk. Oh, and don't bother complaining to me about the work load if you want to keep your job and the big tips that come with it." I ran alright, from the sauna to the steam room to the card room to the bar and kitchen, and kept the locker room as neat as a pin. I cleaned and polished golf shoes and clubs in between loading wet towels, sweats and jockstraps into the commercial sized washing machine. A million other chores too, earning every dime of the generous tips I received. For three days I worked my ass off and kept my complaints to myself. On Friday it rained, the club was relatively quiet, and late in the day I found Mr. Sanford, nude and alone when I went in to clean the sauna. "I understand that you're headed for Princeton in the fall, Steven," he said, motioning for me to sit down next to him. "I attended Princeton myself, class of 1957. Met and married the late Mrs. Sanford in my senior year." Mr. Sanford looked pretty good for a man who had to be in his late sixties. He still had his hair, not too many wrinkles and he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. "I plan to, sir, if I can earn enough money this summer." "Ah yes, money. Sit down, son. Let's talk about Princeton and your plans. I know people, perhaps I can assist you in some way." I sat, encouraged by his interest, and tried without much success to ignore Mr. Sanford's large cock as I answered his questions. He made no comment, only smiled when he caught me looking at his cock for the third time in as many minutes. I was embarrassed, he wasn't, making no attempt to cover up with the towel that was around his neck. "It runs in my family," he said out of the blue. "What does, sir?" "Big dicks, Steven, like the one you've been starring at." "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to stare. It's just that..." "Would you like to touch it? See how much bigger it gets?" "No. I mean yes. I mean..." I didn't know what I meant, but when Mr. Sanford took my hand and gently placed it on his cock I thought I would bust through my terry cloth shorts. "First time, Steven?" "Yes sir," I mumbled, surprised, no, shocked that he was being so casual about the whole thing. "First time for me too...since Mrs. Sanford passed away. A man gets lonely without a woman and I don't know any women who aren't after my money. I'm too old to masturbate, feel foolish. Go ahead, stroke it for me, lad." I stroked his lengthening cock, let it glide through my fingers as if it would break if I grasped it too tight. "Like it?" "Oh, I do. I like it a lot, sir." "So I see," Sanford said, pointing to the obvious bulge in my shorts. "May I ask you a personal question?" "Yes, sir." "Are you gay?" I suppose I could have lied, but with his cock in my hand and a hardon in my shorts I thought it best to trust him and tell the truth. "Yes sir," I answered quickly and just as quickly changed the subject. "Am I doing okay, sir?" "You're doing fine with your hand, boy. Why don't you try it with your mouth? I suspect being gay that you will like that even more." "Could I?" I said sheepishly, shivering with excitement despite the heat of the sauna. "Could I also, you know, take it in my mouth and, and, you know, since I'm gay...suck it?" Please say yes, I prayed silently. "A blow job, my boy? Why I haven't had a blow from a homosexual since my boarding school days in London. Every school had two or three homosexuals, fairy boys we used to call them. Everybody wanked everybody for the fun of it, like you're doing. Harmless enough. The fairy boys though, I never understood why the fairy boys...are you sure that you want to?" I was never more sure of anything in my life. God knows when or if a safe opportunity like this would happen again. I leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock, ran my tongue around the head and licked the shaft. I literally pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. "Yes, sir, Mr. Sanford, please, I want to suck it...I'm sure." "Go ahead then, Steven, suck away lad. I'll let you know when I'm ready to climax." Five years, five frustrating fantasy filled years came to a happy ending as Mr. Sanford's large cock slipped between my lips and into my mouth. I didn't only like it, I loved it. His dick was warm and fleshy and the taste sent shivers up and down my spine. I just knew that I'd be a good cocksucker, that I'd love a hard cock in my mouth and in my throat and I was so right. I went all the way down on Mr. Sanford's dick, inch by inch until the fat base stretched my lips and my nose was buried in his grey pubic hair, then all the way up to suck on the head. Up and down, bobbing my head to meet his thrusts and sucking all the while. I knew Mr. Sanford was going to cum before he announced it. His balls, slick with sweat were tight in my hand and his cock had swelled a bit larger than before. Too soon, I thought sadly, not wanting the fabulous blow job to end, but anxious as well to feel him ejaculate in my mouth. I sucked even harder when he tried to pull out, a non-verbal message that I wanted him to climax in my mouth. I eat my own loads of sperm on a regular basis, slurping it down from one of the paper cups I keep in my night table. Paper is better than the glass I used to jerk off into because after drinking the warm cum I can rip the paper cup open and lick out the sticky residue. Semen cools quickly, I discovered early on, thickens too and quickly loses most of its distinctive taste once exposed to the air. Dried sperm has no taste at all. I would cum directly into my mouth if I could only get my dick inside. I've tried, believe me I have tried, repeatedly and in painful positions that almost broke my back and left my face covered with cum. Mr. Sanford got my message, "In your mouth then, Steven," he said as our eyes met. "Take care not to choke on the semen, lad, been a while since I tossed off a load." I thought I was prepared, but the force of Mr. Sandford's initial spurt hit the back of my mouth like a speeding bullet and I nearly lost his cock. Twenty seven miles an hour, I read on a gay chat line devoted to first time cocksuckers, the speed at which a healthy male ejaculates sperm the site warned all would be cocksuckers. Fast enough to damage an eye. I thought it was a joke when I read it, not anymore now that I had felt the sting of Mr. Sanford's first spurt. Two more spurts, less powerful than the first, and my mouth was alive with the tingle of fresh sperm. Drinking sperm from a paper cup paled in comparison to having the cock in my mouth when it shot off. The experience was incredible, one that I knew I was going to repeat as often as I could. Fresh cum pumped into my mouth, as the gay site also advised, truly was a cocksucker's reward. THREE "Mr. Sandford wants to see you in his office," Tony said when I reported for work at ten the next morning. "You got any idea what he wants, Steven? I hope you didn't mess with a member yesterday." "No, no, everything's cool," I said, barely able to control my excitement. Yes!!! What else could it be? Mr. Sanford wanted another blow job from me, his personal cocksucker. "Yeah, well, hurry back, you've got plenty to do. The boys had a pissing contest, the locker room's a mess. And some sick asshole jerked off and left a load of spunk in the sauna." That was me, my spunk that I had neglected to clean up. I barely touched my dick after Mr. Sanford thanked me for the blow job then left me alone in the sauna last night. I could still taste his cum when I came. "I'll take care of it, Tony," I said over my shoulder. Right after I take care of Mr. Sanford's cock."Hold my calls, Mary," Mr. Sanford said to his secretary. "And please close the door," he added as I walked across the office to his desk. A good sign of things to come, like his dick in my mouth I hoped.
"About yesterday, Steven. I hope you have no regrets."
"No sir, Mr. Sanford, no regrets at all."
"Glad to hear you say that, lad. I was a bit concerned that you'd have a change of heart after a night's sleep."
"No, sir, in fact, sir, I was hoping that I could do it again. Like maybe now?"
Mr. Sanford rose from his chair, a smile creasing his tanned face. He came around the large desk and put his hands on my shoulders. "Now, son? A blow job here in my office?"
His response sounded like a question, but the constant downward pressure on my shoulders sent a whole different message that didn't require a verbal response on my part. I dropped to my knees silently, pulled down his shorts and jock strap, and buried my face in his hairy crotch. I thought I'd take my time, lick his balls a little first before sucking his cock, but Mr. Sanford had other plans.
"You'll have to make it a quick one, lad, I had no idea that you would want to blow me again. I have a tennis game with my grandson Lee in ten minutes."
Lee Sanford was a hunk, a nice guy too. More than once his image was the one I used to jerk off to. With no time to waste on idle fantasies I quickly took the elder Mr. Sanford into my mouth, sucked furiously, and got my cocksucker's reward. A showery spray of warm, creamy sperm that filled my mouth and sent shivers up and down my spine. I also got an unexpected bonus of a crisp hundred dollar bill.
"A hundred dollars for your college fund," Mr. Sanford explained while his dick went soft in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his delicious cum, licked his dick clean and tucked him back into his jock before responding.
I felt funny, sort of like a whore, taking his money after sucking him off. A well paid whore at fifty bucks per blow job. I tried again to refuse, though I desperately needed the money, but Mr. Sanford insisted that I take it. "Thank you, sir," I said, pocketing the bill as we left his office.
The locker room was a mess, wet towels, clothes and a couple of jock straps were strewn all over the place. I'd have my work cut out for me after I dealt with the hardon in my shorts and my own mess in the sauna. I worked for over an hour and was loading the washing machine when I heard someone come in. "Hey, anybody here?" A voice called out. "Coming," I shouted back and hurried out to see what the member needed. Lee Sanford, all sweaty from his tennis game was standing by his open locker with a big grin on his face. "My grandad said you'd be here, Steven. He also said that you were eager to make money so you could attend Princeton in the fall." "Yes, sir, I am. I've been accepted, but only got a partial scholarship." Lee gave me a long look then stripped down to his jock and tossed his wet stuff on the floor. He had a hairy chest, like his grandfather, and a thin band of hair that lead down toward a well filled pouch. "I'm a junior at Princeton, forty grand a year plus expenses for my Vette and apartment. Good thing my family is loaded." "You're lucky." "Yeah, well, you're lucky too, Steven, because my grandad likes you." "He told you that?" "We're close since my dad passed away, he tells me lots of things. Like how I might also help you out with your, ah, college fund." Lee peeled off his jock and started to laugh. "Lots of things, Steven, like fifty bucks to your college fund in exchange for a blow job. Right?" I just stood there, speechless, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. Lee put his arm around my shoulder, comforting me like I was a pal from college instead of a high school boy, a homosexual boy who was going to suck his dick. He told me to chill out, that he was cool with my being queer, then he sat me down on the narrow bench between the lockers. Lee's cock, so close to my face that I could smell his musk, was a beauty. Big like his grandfather's, and growing bigger and more irresistible by the second. Lee mistook my silence for reluctance, asking me if I wanted more money. More money to suck him off, shit, I would have paid Lee for the privilege of simply kissing his prick. The locker room was deserted and from the looks of things Lee wouldn't last long once I got his dick in my mouth and started to suck. No one would be the wiser and I'd be the richer for the cum and the cash. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, exhaled slowly and made the deal. "No, no, fifty's fine, Lee. I'll be happy to blow you for fifty dollars." "Grandad said you would. Frankly, I thought he was joking. You don't look anything like the fags on campus...no earring, no tattoo. I had no idea that you were...oh shit that feels good...queer for guy's dicks." I kissed the tip of Lee's dick a second time with the words fag and queer echoing in my head...thank god it was just the two of us in the locker room...then licked up and down the rigid shaft before taking the mushroomed shaped head into my mouth. He tasted so good. Lee was more aggressive than his grandad, pushing his cock through my lips until the tip of my nose brushed his pubic hair, pulling out when I gagged. "You'll do better with practice," Lee joked when I apologized for not being able to take his entire length. Did he expect me to blow him on a regular basis? "Suck down as much as you can, Steven, my dick feels great in your mouth." I managed to take about half of his cock, jerking the other half as I sucked hard for my dual rewards. Lee was really into the blow job after a minute or two of sucking, breathing hard, rocking his hips and trembling. His balls, loaded with sperm I hoped as I massaged them with my free hand, were snugged up tight at the base of his cock, another clear sign that he was ready to cum. The first spurt hit the back of my mouth with a vengeance. Warm semen, spurt after creamy spurt made the trip from Lee's balls until my mouth couldn't hold any more of his endless load. The final spurt of Lee's cum hit me right between the eyes. I got him back into to my mouth, he was still hard and oozing pearly drops of sperm, but Lee shuddered and pulled out. "Stop, no more, please, it's too sensitive," he gasped, "I can't bear it." I knew that feeling so I gave him a moment to settle down while I sniffed around his crotch and enjoyed the salty after taste of his sperm. I licked him clean when his cock softened, feeling a little disappointed when he turned to his locker and got dressed before I got to the cum clinging to the hair on his balls. "Great head, Steven. Guy's are always saying how fags make the best cocksuckers, well, you proved it to me. I haven't cum like that in ages. Is your mouth okay?" I nodded, though my lips felt swollen and my throat was a little sore. My eyes popped when Lee pulled a thick wad of bills from his pocket. "You earned this, Steven, hey, have you got change for a hundred? It's the smallest bill I've got." "No, sorry, I don't." Lee thought for a moment, then said. "Wait right here, Steven, don't move. I'll be right back." Lee wasn't gone long, maybe ten minutes. Time enough to use his sweat soaked jock strap to wipe his cum off my face, his pubic hairs in my teeth would have to wait. He didn't come back with change though, but with another guy, his cousin. Lee made the brief introductions while Seth Sanford untied the strings of his bathing suit and let it fall to his feet. I didn't have to be a genius to know that I was about to earn the other fifty for my college fund. I looked at Lee, at the bill in his hand, turned to Seth, smiled sheepishly and opened my mouth for his dick. Six more Sanford cousins made cash contributions to my college fund and cock contributions to my mouth before my shift ended at seven o'clock. I took the bus home, exhausted but happy, with my pocket full of cash and my belly full of cum. Of the nine Sanford males I had sucked off during the day, my favorite had to be little Timmy Sanford. Almost thirteen, innocent and cute as a button, Timmy was well on his way to owning a Sanford sized cock. He'd never had a blow job before, which was no surprise considering his age. And though he admitted to touching himself, Timmy had never had an orgasm before I gave him head. "Steven is going to take your penis in his mouth," Lee explained as he brought Timmy over to where I was sitting. Timmy looked confused. "Why would he do that?" Lee and Seth both laughed. "Because he's a faggot," Mark Sanford piped up, which got a big laugh from all the cousins who stayed around to watch. "Oh," Timmy said, though it was obvious that he didn't know what a faggot was. "Is he going to bite it?" "No, no, Timmy, he's not going to bite your penis," Lee assured him. "Steven's going to suck it, sort of like a lollipop. It's called a blow job even though he's going to suck." Timmy gave me a little smile and said, "They're fooling, right Steven? You're not really going to take my penis in your mouth?" I knew a lot about boys Timmy's age from my summers at the day camp. How to talk to them and how to help them overcome their shyness. The ten and eleven year olds ran around naked without giving it a thought. The older boys were shy about their developing bodies, changing quickly into bathing suits and coming up with a million reasons why they didn't have to take a shower. I smiled back at Timmy, hoping that he couldn't smell the cum that I could still taste in my mouth or see the pubic hairs that I could feel were stuck in my teeth. "Yes, really, in my mouth. If you'll let me." "And suck on it?" After I suck your cute little nipples, I thought. "Yes, that too." "Because you're a, ooops, I forgot the word. You know...what my cousin Mark said?" Eight Sanford's already knew what I was, a faggot, actions speak louder than words. Not one of them had made me admit it though, before I gave them head, or made me feel embarrassed because I was a faggot and liked to suck cock. The ninth and youngest one of the family, an innocent twelve year old boy was unintentionally making me say it out loud. "I want to suck your penis, Timmy, because..." I pretended not to hear the laughter..."Because...like Mark said..." This was really humiliating, the boy was only twelve..."Because I'm a faggot." Timmy wasn't quite finished with his innocent but probing questions. "Did you really suck all my cousins?" He asked. "Yes I did." "Wow, you must really like sucking penises." Honesty is always the best policy with kids. "I do, Timmy, a lot, and I really want to suck yours. I promise you'll like the way it feels in my mouth, you'll like the way I suck." I waited a moment for his answer, then swallowed the last of my pride and said the magic word. "Please." "Okay, Steven, or should I call you faggot," Timmy giggled. "You can suck my penis, I think, but you have to get naked too." "Okay, sure," I agreed as my heart began to race. "I'll get naked first, then you and then I'll get on my knees and suck you." "Not until they all leave," Timmy said, pointing to his cousins. "I don't want them to watch when you suck me." They left the locker room, snickering, and Lee cautioned me to treat his little cousin right. "No weird stuff, Steven, just suck him a little...he's probably to young to cum...and send him on his way." I slowly took off all my clothes once we were alone, eager to get naked with this beautiful boy, but wary of frightening him away if I moved too fast. Timmy stared at my erection and said, "Your penis is all stiff and you didn't even touch it. Is that because you're a faggot?" I knelt before him and nodded. "Can you keep a secret?" I nodded again. "Mine gets stiff too, but I have to play with it first." "Feels good when you play with it, right?" "Yeah, it does, but I don't make any stuff yet. You know, the sperms..., the cum that older boys make when they jerk off?" Not so innocent after all, I thought. "Well, Timmy, It'll feel even better in my mouth and better yet when I start to suck. You might even cum in my mouth. Do you need some help with your bathing suit?" "Got a knot." His skin was so soft, so smooth...he giggled when I blew on his belly button to distract him as I worked on the knot then lowered his bathing suit to the floor...I gasped when I saw the size of his soft dick. No little nubbin for Timmy Sanford like the boys at summer camp or like mine. Timmy had a perfectly shaped two inch penis resting on his hairless nutsack. The tiny tuft of silky pubic hair was the only hair on his body. "Are you going to do it now?" He asked when I just kept starring at his cock and smelling his boyish musk. "Take my penis in your mouth and suck it?" He stopped me just as I was about to start the blow job. "I gotta pee," he said, turning towards the bathroom. I made a quick decision. "No, wait Timmy." Lee had warned me, but the idea suddenly appealed to me. "Can you keep a secret?" He nodded like I had done a moment ago, then giggled and made a face when I said that I wanted him to pee in my mouth. "Faggots drink pee too? That's icky." It wasn't icky at all. Timmy's urine was warmer than cum and the taste wasn't nearly as strong as the semen his cousins had pumped into my mouth. I drank every drop, took a deep breath and proceeded with the blow job. Timmy wasn't kidding when he said he got stiff. A few seconds in my mouth and his soft, two inch penis stiffened into a rock solid cock that caught me by surprise. I had to back off or risk choking to death. He put his hands on my head and thrust his hips back and forth...twelve year old Timmy was full of surprises. Not the least of which was the intensity of his climax and the full load of sperm in his balls which he promptly shot off in my mouth. Lee came rushing into the locker room when he heard Timmy cry out. "What, what," he said. "What happened?" "I did it in his mouth," Timmy shouted at the top of his voice. "Steven sucked my penis and I made stuff in his mouth." "You did?" Lee said, looking at me. I opened my mouth and showed him the evidence. "You did, Timmy, congratulations." "I gotta go tell my friends," Timmy said as he shucked on his bathing suit. Then he turned to me and said. "Thanks for the blow job, faggot." And then he was gone. FOUR Maybe it was Timmy or one of the other Sanford cousins, I never found out, but word spread quickly throughout the club that I was a cocksucker, that my mouth was literally open for business. That for fifty bucks I'd go down on any guy that wanted a blow job. Many club members did, I sucked a lot of cock...swallowed a lot of sperm, and my college fund bank account swelled with weekly deposits of a thousand dollars and more. By the Fourth of July I had over five thousand dollars in the bank, most of it earned on my knees with a cock in my mouth. Tony, my boss, got free head because I needed his approval to shirk my non-cocksucking work. Everybody else paid cash. Business doubled at the end of July when I started taking on guys two at a time. I gave it a lot of thought before I gave in and let Seth Sanford fuck me in the shower. "You'll love it, Steven," he assured me as I bent over and spread my cheeks. He used a lot of soap, but my virgin ass burned like hell when he carefully eased his big cock inside me. The head was the hardest part. Once that was in me the pain mostly went away and the rest of his cock slid in easily. My lost hardon returned, Seth's dick felt pretty good in my ass and I actually enjoyed being fucked. A dick in my mouth and a dick in my ass, two guys using me meant one hundred dollars earned in just about the same time as it took me to suck a guy off. My college fund swelled by eight thousand dollars in August. I arrived at Princeton by bus in mid-September with almost sixteen thousand dollars in the bank, gold studs in my earlobes, and no desire to hide the fact that I was anything but an active homosexual. My roommate was a hunk, a big, black football player from Newark on a full athletic scholarship. "Got nothin' against fags," he told me after I had moved my stuff because he wanted the bed by the window. Might even let you blow me once in a while." I gladly serviced him for free throughout freshmen year. Not so the other guys in the dorm, I charged them ten bucks for a blow job and fifteen to screw my faggot ass. Twenty if two guys used my mouth and ass at the same time. The fraternity boys paid my summer rates. They could easily afford it and I gave very good service. Special requests, like urinating in my mouth before or after the blow job, or rimming a funky asshole, were handled at no extra charge. I was known on campus as a full service fag. Lee Sanford hired me for my first fraternity smoker, a gang bang really, at a thousand dollars for the night. The frat boys wore togas with jock straps underneath, the two other gay guys and I wore cheerleader outfits with thong panties under our short skirts. We put on a little fuck and suck show to get the guys hot, then the three of us serviced about a hundred horny guys. The frat house reeked of sweat and sperm when I staggered outside naked at three in the morning. The campus rent-a-cop took pity on me, fucking me once in my cum filled ass...I didn't feel a thing, before helping me back to my dorm. All to soon my four wonderful years at Princeton came to an end. I graduated with honors, guys cheered when my name was called to receive my diploma. They cheered again back at the dorm when I took off my cap and gown, I was naked underneath, and gave out free blows to celebrate the happy occasion. I could afford to be generous on my last day of college. I left Princeton the next morning, not by bus like I had arrived, but in my new Saab convertible, heading west to San Francisco. The years had been rewarding sexually and financially. I had a degree in interior design and a new job in the gay capital of the world.