Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun's rays sliced through the chink in the blinds, casting long, dancing shadows across the rumpled sheets. It had been a night of wild dreams about the session with Alex. Memories of his hot body using my body because he had paid to but it had still been amazing sex.
I could smell his cologne, or was it my imagination? With a sigh, I tossed the covers off and slid a hand down to my eager cock. I thought about the way he looked down at me, his dark eyes intense, as he thrust deeper inside me. My breath hitched, and I gripped the shaft of my cock, stroking slowly, remembering the way he'd called me a 'dirty little whore' and begged for more. The words alone were enough to make me groan, and I picked up the pace, my hips moving in sync with my hand.
I bit my lip, remembering the way his voice had rumbled in his chest, the way his eyes had burned into mine as he'd commanded me to take it all. The thought of him, the feel of him, the sound of him - it was all too much. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my body tensed as my release drew near.
Squeezing my balls between my thighs, the sharp pain pushed me over the edge. I arched my back, a guttural cry escaping my lips as my orgasm tore through me. Hot cum spurted onto my stomach, my body convulsing with the force of my release.
I lay there for a moment, panting, as I came down from my high. My heart was pounding, and my body was slick with sweat. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Alex and the night we'd shared. It had been intense, raw, and fucking incredible. I wiped the cum off my stomach with the edge of the sheet, pulling it up to cover myself as I got up to take a shower.
Stepping under the hot showerhead, I let the water cascade over me, washing away the remnants of my self-pleasure.
I dressed casually in a worn pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, my mind wandering as I made my way to the kitchen for breakfast. As I made a pot of coffee, I found myself thinking about the stories I'd heard of guys selling a quick pleasure to men at the toilets in the station. It was a grimy business, sure, but it was quick, easy money. And with my bills piling up, quick and easy sounded pretty damn good right about now.
I leaned against the counter, sipping my coffee, the bitterness grounding me as I thought it through. I wasn't exactly shy, and I knew I was decent looking. Probably wouldn't be too hard to find a willing client or two. I could even ask around at the bars I frequented, see if anyone was looking for a good time.
Might as well kill two birds with one stone - have some fun with friends, and make some money while I was at it.
I knew exactly where I'd start: The Tipsy Tavern, a popular spot for both locals and tourists. It wasn't the fanciest place in town, but it had a great atmosphere, and the crowd was always a mix of interesting characters. Plus, it was easy to blend in, which was perfect for my little side hustle.