What's his Passion?
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“There’s no way a dude like him could ever afford to stay at the Bellagio. He’d probably just finished with a customer.”
I knew hustlers existed, but the ones I’d seen and imagined were dirtier and skankier than the hottie in the hallway. “You ever hired one?”
He shook his head. “I don’t see anything wrong with it but I’ve never needed to pay for sex when it’s so readily available.”
I wondered what the man charged. He had the body type I craved as well as a rough edge that made my body tremble. Being kissed and touched by him had to be a thrilling experience. A man who got paid for sex was no doubt good at what he did.
“How does it work?” I asked. “I meet a guy and we hit it off enough that we want to have sex. Where are we going to go?”
“I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “The bathroom? Outside? A car?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “That isn’t how I pictured losing my virginity.”
“The initial experience usually isn’t the best, mine wasn’t. However, once you get a taste of it you’ll want more. The good sex will happen, but sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince.”
I didn’t need my first time to be all candles and flowers but I didn’t want it in a restroom stall or a dirty alley, either. The idea of hiring a professional didn’t seem like such a bad idea. At the very least I could be sure it would be good.
Dean grabbed his phone and looked at the time. “I need to go. I’ll pick you up out front at ten.”
“I’ll be there.”
I stayed outside for another ten minutes before I returned to my room, changed my clothes and left to visit Heroes Unlimited.
* * * *
I couldn’t believe my eyes. In front of the Bellagio, sitting on a bench was the hot stud Dean and I had seen earlier. Was he really a hooker? He didn’t see me at first but when he did he smiled and unflinchingly met my gaze. His amazing cognac-colored eyes captivated me and I couldn’t glance away. Not that I wanted to.
He waved at me and gestured for me to sit next to him. I approached him slowly then stood right in front of him. He patted the seat next to him again and I sat, our legs brushing as I did so.
“Hey there.” His voice was soft and melodic. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” I hated the shakiness in my voice.
“What’s your name?”
“Adam.”
“Hi, Adam, I’m Javier.” He put out a hand and I shook it, but he didn’t let go. “Do you want to take me back to your room?”
I nodded with more emphasis than I intended. “Is this…I mean are you a…?”
Javier smiled. “We can discuss it in the room, but I believe we’re on the same page.”
He stayed at my side as we walked into the Bellagio. We were alone in the elevator and he slipped his hand into mine.
“Relax,” he whispered in my ear.
The physical closeness was amazing.
The doors opened on my floor and he followed me to the room. As soon as we were inside, Javier grabbed me and drew me into a kiss. I was instantly hard and he rubbed my crotch with his leg. I whimpered lightly when he pulled away.
“Business first. Pleasure later.”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” I mumbled. “What do you cost? I mean…”
Javier smiled. “Relax, Adam.” He caressed my cheek. “The money depends on what you want.”
“I want to bottom. Not sure what else.”
“What’s your favorite position to get fucked?”
I blushed uncontrollably. “I…don’t know.”
“Oh,” Javier said. “You’re a virgin, ain’t you?”
“Yeah.” I avoided eye contact. “Is that a problem?”
He chuckled. “Of course it isn’t. Just means I have to be extra careful. Your first time should be perfect.” He shifted and kissed me again.
Whatever doubts I had melted away as he pushed his tongue past my lips and swept it through my mouth.
“Three hundred,” he said when he pulled back. “I usually charge per act, but since I think you want a little of everything, we can go with the three bills. Sound good?”
“Yeah.” I would’ve paid even more. I didn’t care what the going rate was.
“Money upfront. Cash only.”
“Oh, of course. I’ll be right back.”
I went into the bedroom part of the suite, made sure Javier wasn’t watching and opened the safe. I removed three hundred dollar bills and several twenties. I shoved the smaller bills into my pocket and handed the rest of it to Javier.
He put it in his pack and came up to me. “You ready?”
I nodded, too nervous to speak a word. I hoped he would take charge because I had no idea what to do. My question was answered when he tugged me close and yanked my T-shirt over my head.
“You’re gorgeous, Adam. What an incredible body.”
“No, I’m too skinny. I don’t have any muscles at all.”
He ran a hand across my stomach. “Definition can come later. That doesn’t mean that what you got right now isn’t good and sexy as fuck. I doubt there’s an ounce of fat on your body.”
I hated being taller than almost everyone else and I despised being so skinny. There wasn’t a thing about my physique that I liked or considered remotely sexy.
Javier lightly caressed a nipple, and the simple touch sent shockwaves through my body. He smiled and squeezed it between two fingers. He then slid his hands down my chest, undid my pants and went to his knees. “Nice undies.”
I’d forgotten about the Superman briefs I wore.
“They’re cute.”
He put his lips directly on the big red S icon and his warm breath blew across my cock. Javier helped me get completely naked. Javier’s hands on me relaxed me despite me being exposed and vulnerable. His mouth on my shaft made relax me even more.
The reality of a blow job was nothing like what I’d envisioned. I didn’t have anything to compare it to but I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to suck that well. The sensations were amazing and I came much faster than I’d hoped.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” I murmured.
“Nothing to be sorry about, Adam.” He stood and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have expected anything else from a virgin. We still have lots of things to do together.”
He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I finished taking off my pants, sat on the bed and watched him strip. He had a tattoo of a bull on his left shoulder and the name ‘Mikos’ on his right pec. He came up to me, tugging his length with easy strokes.
“You want to suck me?”
I nodded, leaned forward and swallowed my first dick.
Javier and I sucked, touched and kissed. Eventually, I couldn’t wait anymore.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please.”
He grabbed lube and condoms from his pack. “Lay on your back.” He slid the rubber down his shaft, slicked my ass and sat between my legs.
“You ready?”
“Definitely.”
Javier lifted my legs and his cock pushed against my hole.
“Relax, Adam.”
He rubbed my stomach and I took a deep breath. He moved forward and penetrated me.
“Oh, damn!” It hurt, like my ass was going to split, but it felt right. Not that I’d ever doubted I was queer, but with a dick in my hole I was a hundred and ten percent positive.
Javier slowly slid into me until his length was buried. He wrapped an arm around the back of my neck and we kissed. Our lips didn’t separate as he thrust in and out of my body.
It was better than I’d ever fantasized. Far superior to the toys I’d used. It didn’t matter that I‘d paid Javier to be there. It was amazing and incredible sex—exactly what I’d wanted.
I was able to hold back and not come as quickly the second time. That didn’t decrease the intensity of it, however.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cried out as I shot onto my stomach.
“Wow,” I muttered. “Just…wow.”
“Do you mind if I clean up?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
I remained where I was, freshly fucked and enjoying the afterglow. Javier came out of the shower, his body glistening with water and appearing even more beautiful than before.
He dried off and joined me on the bed. “Was it everything you wanted?”
“Yes, thank you, Javier.”
“I should be thanking you for allowing me the pleasure of being your first.”
I reached over, grabbed my pants and took two twenties out of the pocket. I put the money on the end table. “Will you hold me for a bit?” I asked. “Just until I go to sleep.”
“I’d love to.”
He spooned me, his smooth chest against my back, and I quickly dozed off.
Chapter Two
I stepped inside Heroes Unlimited and it was like I was in Heaven. A comic book geek’s dream come true—shelves of action figures and memorabilia. All the new issues were out, but what thrilled me were the older ones.
I had over six thousand comics, but I always wanted more. I got a special kind of excitement when I completed a series or found an issue I’d been searching for. I used the internet, but there was something special about doing it old style—searching through boxes and happening across the one I’d been looking for.
“Can I help you?” It was a store employee wearing a Captain America T-shirt and a name badge that said George. “You’ve been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes. I figured you’re either lost or this is the happiest moment of your life.”
“The second one. Definitely.”
“Would you like me to show you around?” George asked.
I nodded, still in a little shock at the complete awesomeness of the place.
“Do you have a favorite publisher?”
“I mostly read DC,” I answered. “However, there are series from other publishers that I like.”
George smiled as our eyes met. “I love Romeo from Emcee Comics.”
Romeo was one of my favorite heroes too. He kicked ass and he was gay. “Romeo rocks.” We stopped at a box labeled ‘Emcee’. “I’ve been reading him since he first appeared in Archer number seventy-five.”
“You have that issue?” he asked excitedly.
“Yes, my dad found it for me a year ago. The one I’ve been having trouble finding is the one-shot crossover with Graybird.”
“I bet,” George replied. “That comic was very limited. Shops only got a certain number of issues to sell.”
“I would do just about anything to get that comic.”
George squeezed my shoulder. “We have two for sale.”
“No fucking way!”
He nodded. “We don’t advertise it because most readers can’t afford it.”
“What’s the price?”
“It ain’t cheap.”
I repeated the question.
“Twenty five hundred,” he answered. “But I might be able to get the owner to go down a bit.”
Haggling was fun even if I could afford just about anything. “Tell him I’ll pay two grand.”
“Stay right here. I’ll go talk to him.”
George returned a few minutes later with a huge smile on his face. “You got a deal.”
I was so excited I grabbed George and hugged him. “Oh, damn, I’m sorry, man.”
“No need to apologize, I understand. I’ll have the comic upfront whenever you’re ready.
I enjoyed the big heroes like Batman, but I had a fondness for several lesser-known characters such as African American heroes Falcon and Black Lightning and gay characters Midnighter and Northstar.
I found a couple of Black Lightning appearances I’d been missing and some decent copies of an old series called Black Goliath. I wasn’t sure why publishers felt the need to label the African American heroes as black.
George rang me up for all my purchases and I paid with the credit card my dad had given me. He’d probably chew my ass for spending almost twenty-six hundred dollars but he’d get over it. I didn’t splurge often and I’d work it off anyway.
* * * *
After Heroes Unlimited I returned to my room, flopped on the bed and carefully read the comic I’d just bought for two grand. Then I watched television before showering and getting ready to go out with Dean. I began with a pair of jet black Gucci jeans then put on my favorite shirt, a burnt orange, long-sleeved Hugo Boss button-up.
At ten ‘til ten I went downstairs and waited for Dean. I looked near the fountains to see if Javier was still there but he wasn’t.
A horn honked behind me and I turned around. Dean was driving a brand-new white convertible Jaguar with the top down.
“You ready to do this?” He revved the engine.
“Hell, yes.” I jumped in the car and off we went.
“This is going to be a night to remember, Adam.” Dean sped down the Strip, weaving between cars and running yellow lights. “You are getting laid tonight.”
He lifted a hand in the shape of a fist and I bumped knuckles with him. I considered telling him about Javier but decided against it. That would be my secret. I could find a guy to fool around with and Dean would think he’d helped me out.
I checked out Dean and the clothes he’d chosen for the night—a pair of faded blue jeans and a bright red T-shirt. Simple but sexy at the same time. Dean was an attractive man—smooth and clean cut—but he just wasn’t my type.
“I like your shirt,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“Did you know the Bloods have taken to wearing that color now?”
“Really?” I asked. “I thought they wore red.”
“They still do, but burnt orange represents dried blood.”
“Interesting.”
Dean made a sharp right turn onto Paradise Drive. “They call this the Fruit Loop. It’s a cluster of gay bars and alternative clubs.” He pulled into a parking lot, found an open spot and stopped. “This is the Piranha, my personal favorite.”
The club didn’t seem very special to me. Rather unremarkable, in fact. The stone-encrusted walls and wooden shutters didn’t make it appear glamorous at all.
Dean led me to an entrance and we walked under an arched aquarium with actual piranhas in it. Inside, the concrete dance floor was flanked by a bar and seating options. Beaded curtains separated the main floor from VIP tables. The room was decorated in soothing blues and grays with glowing red sconces. Underneath a crystal chandelier there was a winding staircase with iron posts.
“What’s up there?” I asked.
“Semi-private skyboxes.”
I glanced up and saw the balconies overlooking the dance floor.
“I’ve been up there a couple times. They have couches and doors for privacy.”
“Sounds awesome. How do I get up there?”
Dean laughed. “It’s all about who you know and who you’re willing to blow.” At the bar he ordered four shots of fireballs and handed two to me. “Drink up.”
I slammed both shots quickly and gasped for air at the spicy aftertaste of whiskey and cinnamon. I sat back on a bar stool and waited for my head to stop spinning.
“Don’t leave without telling me,” he said. “I’ll do the same. Go and have fun.”
I pushed my way through the crowd. Almost immediately I was grabbed by a young twink and he pulled me onto the dance floor. He could move and he was obviously into me by the way he rubbed his body against mine, but he I wasn’t attracted to him.
After a few dances, I politely excused myself and tried not to feel guilty at the look of disappointment on his face. I made my way to the back of the club and sat down in a solitary chair.
“Hello.”
The deep voice beside me made me jump. I turned and peered into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
“How are you?”
“Oh, I’m okay. Just taking a breather.”
“I saw you and Frankie dancing.” He took a sip of a drink.
“Frankie?”
“The twink who was just all over you a few minutes ago.” The cuff of his long-sleeved shirt pulled back slightly and there was a tattoo of a snake underneath.
My breath caught in my throat. His hair was dark and a little messy and his jeans were torn and ripped.
“I’m Cal. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure, I’ll have a screwdriver.”
Cal waved down a waiter and ordered my drink and a Jack and Coke for himself. He scooted closer to me.
“What’s your name?” He put an arm around my shoulder.
“Adam.”
His eyes were amazing but the way he regarded me made me nervous. I hadn’t known what an eye fuck felt like until just then. I loved it.
“Let’s toast,” Cal said when our drinks arrived.
I took my glass and raised it.
He clinked it with his own. “To an amazing night neither one of us will forget.”
I blushed and drank. He ordered more and I drank those. I was equal parts drunk and horny. The more I drank the hornier I got. Cal was hot and sexy and when he rolled up his sleeves he had even more ink. I rubbed up his leg and felt his crotch. His hard dick felt huge.
“That feels good, baby,” he murmured. “You want my cock, huh?”
“Yes,” I slurred. “I want to go up there so you can fuck me.” I pointed to a skybox.
Cal chuckled. “I’m afraid I don’t have access up there but I do know of a place nearby. It’s private and we can have all the fun we want, but I don’t have a car.”
“I came with my friend,” I said. “Let me find him.” I texted Dean and asked him where he was at.
Making out with a hot guy in the corner. He wants to go somewhere. Do you care?
I texted back.
I have a stud too. Let’s leave together. I’ll meet you outside.
Turning back to Cal, I said, “My friend has a man, too. Wanna go for a ride?”