Todd thinks he owns me, and in someway he did. Last night he had come by unannounced, with a hard cock looking for an evening of hot, hard and horny sex. He was pissed that I had my cell turned off. He was pissed that I wasn't at his beck and call. He was pissed he didn't get his cock worshiped. He was pissed he didn't get to put it my ass. He was pissed he didn't get to fuck me hard. He was pissed he didn't get to hear me beg him to slow fuck me. He was pissed that he had waited for hours in his car, in the parking lot outside the high rise condo building where I live. He wasn't very happy on the phone. I didn't expect he would be very happy when he got here.
I never lie to Todd, you don't lie to Todd and get away with it. He was going to want to know where I was last night and what I did. I wasn't looking forward to telling him. I do porn once in a while. I had been at a photo shoot last night and afterword spent sometime in a hotel room with an older man who enjoyed fucking young guys. The guy had seen pictures of me in a porn magazine, liked what he saw, knew who to contact, made an offer, offer accepted and there we were in his room on the 17th floor of the Hyatt engaging in sexual acts of his choosing.
Todd doesn't have any issue with me doing porn. He thinks it's hot and it turns him on in the same way he likes to watch his wife with another woman sometimes with another man. I managed to have him as a guest on the set for a couple of photo sessions, as well as invited to the after party with male porn stars. My doing porn is not what bothers him. My being a male prostitute is what bothers him. I mean, what the fuck is the difference between being paid to have sex with other male porn stars for cash and taking an older guys cock in my ass for cash? In my mind, only in how much I get paid. In Todd's mind plenty.
I had come to the city on the day I turned 18. In my small town being queer was not a healthy option. I found out very quickly, that when you are a slim, slightly muscular, slightly femme, attractive young male, there are guys willing to pay good money to have sex with you. It took a while to learn how to do it. It wasn't easy. I got beat up, arrested more than once and sucked a lot of cocks for not a lot of money.
I got lucky when I met Daemon and Lucas, two upscale male prostitutes who took a liking to me. I met them in a gay bar one night, went home with them for a 3-way, where I was the guy in the middle taking anal and giving oral. They liked my enthusiasm for sex. Who wouldn't be enthusiastic having sex with hot hung guys who were experienced in the subtleties of male on male sex.
One thing lead to another, when they trusted me, they hooked me up with their agent, a euphemism for pimp. In the upscale world of sex, the escort, another euphemism, is paid well and respected for both talent and discretion. By the time I was nineteen and a half I owned a condo in a security high-rise, where, by the way, I never did business. I found that older men, with young male fantasies, paid very well.
I was doing a three-way with an older guy and his boyfriend, regular clients. Troy was 52 and Christian was 38. After an exceptionally hot session, Troy broached the subject of me doing porn. It turned out Troy was a producer and I had just auditioned. I had heard stories about the porn business. I told Troy I was uncomfortable with a long contract. I wasn't desperate like so many young guys and I had my looks, a nice hard cock, big loads and an uninhibited sexuality to bargain with. I started doing photo shoots and making the short loops that populate the video booths at Adult Bookstores.
Porn pay rates are actually quite low, women make the most. You are paid by the scene. Anal brings in more cash than oral. Sucking cock while being ass fucked earns premium pay. Being able to stay hard is what it is all about. Some guys use Viagra. Not me, if I have an erection problem, which is rare, there are better things I can take that work physically and emotionally, so my hard on is the result of high energy sexual arousal. I can usually make 1 to 2 thousand per porn shoot. The real money comes from guys who like what they see and make an offer. My time with the older guy was worth $3,500 dollars in cash.
The phone rang, it was Todd. “Your a fucking bitch, you know that. You're a fucking cunt”, he started right away.
I cut him off, “No more Todd, I don't care how hot you are, hot big your cock is, hot big your load is, how good you are in bed, none of it. I don't care anymore. We don't have a relationship, I wanted one, you didn't. It's over. I am no longer you private bun boy. So if you don't mind ….”, he cut me off
“What do you mean it is over, you fucking whore, what do you mean it is over. How many times are we going to go through this game, you always come back to Daddy.” Then playfully he cooed, “Whose your Daddy, baby, whose my bitch”.
It was a littler game we played, he would ask me “Whose your Daddy”, and I would reply “You're my Daddy” then he would ask “Whose my bitch” and I would replied, “I'm your bitch”. We liked to talk dirty. It kind of set the tone for what was a dominate/submissive sexual relationship. It was over and I was no longer interested. He just used me. If he wanted a whore then he would have to pay like everyone else.
“You are going to have to pay to play with me. You could have had it for free but you didn't want to return my love. It's over. One more time Todd and then it is over and only if you pay. I want $100 for what others would have to pay at least $2500. The discount is for the good times, paying me establishes a whore/client relationship between us. This is goodbye. One last time with me that's it”
The line was dead quiet. Then he said, “Look baby, I know I've been an asshole but you can't be serious.”
“No Todd, it is over. There are plenty of guys who would love to have sex with you just to have sex. I'm just not one of them anymore. You won't have any problem satisfying your bisexual needs, just not with me anymore. Think about my offer it is generous beyond measure. I am giving it to you because I loved you once. When you enter the condo put the $100 on the hall table, I will take it from there, do not bring anything up or I will ask you to leave.”, click I hung up.
He tried my number a least 4 times, but I wouldn't answer. Then the text messages started. I was sad and he was pathetic. He was desperate for things to be what they were. I ignored his pleas. Not once did he say “I love you”. Eventually, he sent a simple text, “OK”. I texted back, “Remember what I said.
My condo was in a security building. The doorman called up to let me know I had a visitor. I could see Todd at the desk, on the security monitor all residents had to verify guests. I gave the OK and he was on his way up. I unlocked the door, opened it a little, then went to the bedroom. I heard Todd enter, shut and lock the door. He knew where to go and headed to the bed room.