Strictly Gay for Pay

by Graeme, Roland

  Dan was still struggling to get his breath back after his ejaculation when the repair man jumped to his feet, licking his semen-smeared lips, and unzipped his fly, whipping out the biggest male organ Dan had ever seen in his life!

  The repair man grinned insolently at Dan, looking like the proverbial tomcat who’d just lapped up all the cream.

  “You ready to suck mine now?” he asked.

  “Christ! I don’t think I can take that big thing in my mouth without choking on it,” Dan admitted.

  “You want to give it a try, though, don’t you?”

  Dan was now well past the point of playing hard to get.

  “Sure,” he said. “I guess the worst that can happen is that I’ll choke to death on the motherfucker! And then you really will have to call 911!”

  He freed his arms from the sleeves of the bathrobe and shed the garment, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. Naked, Dan got down on his knees in front of the repair man. He reached out with both hands to pull the guy’s pants down to his ankles. Sure enough, the man wore no underwear. That fat prick which the arrogant son of a bitch was offering Dan to suck waved about freely in front of its proud possessor’s groin, slapping lightly against Dan’s cheek when Dan brought his face closer to it. Emitting a moan, Dan raised his hand and caressed the fleshy ramrod from its base to its tip, and then back again, while he pressed it against his cheek. He twisted his head and planted a kiss on the bloated shaft.

  “Quit fucking around,” the repair man said, in a tough, no-nonsense tone of voice. “Open your mouth and start sucking.”

  Dan groaned in mingled fear and desire. He wanted to suck that cock, but he was sure he’d gag on it. He felt the other man’s hand go behind his head, the fingers twisting in his hair, pulling his head forward to meet the prick that the stud was jabbing toward his lips with his other fist. The slimy, jism-oozing tip of the penis rubbed stickily over Dan’s panting lips. Recklessly, Dan opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the head of the cock, the pungency of its salty pre-cum burning into his taste buds. The repair man drew in his breath with a hiss and he tightened his grip on Dan’s head, urging him to take the head of his dick into his mouth.

  “Don’t just tease it, man,” he pleaded. “Suck it!”

  Dan pulled the head and part of the shaft of the cock inside his mouth, and began to lick and suck it. The other man groaned with pleasure now that the oral-genital contact had been decisively established. He felt Dan begin to work on him with a growing enthusiasm and confident. The naked man kneeling at his feet demonstrated that this was by no stretch of the imagination the first hard, hot dick he’d ever had jammed inside his mouth.

  Dan took more of the prick into his mouth, letting the thick, rigid head press against the back of his throat until he almost gagged on it. This dude really did have a huge joint, and Dan was definitely getting turned on by having it rammed in and out between his lips so forcefully. He was gradually getting used to its sheer size. He pulled more and more of the other guy’s lust-swollen cock into his mouth, easing the tip of it down his throat as he sucked. He struggled to take all of those thick inches down his throat, but he was forced to admit defeat and stop just an inch short of the balls that rested on his chin. He began slowly pushing back against the hand which was cupping his head. withdrawing the repair man’s meat from his mouth, stretching his lips as tightly as possible to turn the big guy on and, hopefully, make him come soon. The taste of that cock had given Dan a powerful desire to taste its owner’s semen as well!

  The stud was groaning in ecstasy as Dan rubbed his wet lips over the entire length of his cockshaft. When almost all of his dick was out of Dan’s mouth, he pushed it back in again, and he groaned with lewd satisfaction as Dan’s throat opened and the married man took it all, with less difficulty now.

  The repair man fucked Dan’s face for long minutes on end, until both men were breathing hard and perspiring. Dan began to wonder whether the guy would ever come in his mouth. He redoubled his oral efforts. He sucked harder, more desperately, bathing the fuck tool in his saliva. But after a few more minutes of frantic oral activity, the seemingly tireless stud abruptly took a step backward, unceremoniously pulling his dick out of Dan’s mouth.

  “Stop,” he gasped.

  “What’s the matter?” Dan asked. “Wasn’t I doing it the way you like it?”

  “It was fine.”

  “Don’t you want to come? You can shoot it off in my mouth, if you want. I want to swallow your load.”

  “I don’t want to come yet. Hell, I’m just getting warmed up. I’m going to fuck you, now.”

  “I don’t get fucked for free,” Dan said, trying to brazen it out. “I’m strictly gay for pay, remember? You want to get inside my ass, you’re going to have to pull out your wallet, first. I won’t spread my ass for you for less than fifty bucks.”

  The repair man laughed, harshly and cynically. “Who the hell do you think you are? And who do you think you’re trying to kid? You know you want it up your ass. So you might as well cut out that ‘gay for pay’ act of yours, and take what I’m offering you, because I ain’t paying you squat. Give us both a break. You’re going to enjoy it—I can promise you that. If you liked having my fat dick in your mouth, then trust me, you’re going to love feeling it going up your ass!”

  Dan knew when he was licked. “All right,” he grumbled. “Let’s do it. But not here. Come into the bedroom. If I’m going to get screwed for free, at least I’m going to be comfortable while I’m doing it.”

  He led the way. In the bedroom, the repair man stripped, baring his fine body to Dan’s appreciative gaze. Dan sat down on the edge of the unmade bed, experiencing a fleeting pang of guilt. It was the bed that he and Amber slept in—that they made love in. Dan had never brought a man home to the apartment for sex, let alone had sex with him in the bedroom, in Dan’s own marital bed. The thrill of doing something forbidden was like a spur lashing at his libido, heightening his lust.

  He slid open the top drawer of the nightstand, and took out the box of condoms and the tube of lubricant that he and Amber kept there.

  “You’re going to have to use plenty of this lube if you think you’re going to shove that big thing up my butt,” he warned.

  “Don’t worry. I haven’t met a guy yet whose hole couldn’t stretch enough to take me.”

  The repair man took a condom packet from the box, tore it open, extracted the rubber, and quickly, deftly rolled it down over his dick. He availed himself of the lubricant, giving his latex-sheathed erection a generous coating of the gel, until it gleamed in the morning sunlight which penetrated the closed window drapes.

  Dan stood up and faced the other man, a bit uncertainly.

  “What position do you want us to do it in?” he asked.

  “This one, to start off with. Bend over, bitch!” As he spoke, the repair man grabbed Dan by the hips. He spun Dan around, bent him over the edge of the mattress, spread his buttocks, and inserted his massive penis up the married man’s ass.

  “Oh, hell,” Dan gasped. “I don’t think I can take it! It’s just too goddamn big!”

  “You’ll get used to it, buddy. They all do!” As he spat out these words, the young man with the oversized cock slowly plunged himself deeper into Dan’s anus.

  “Fuck,” Dan moaned, writhing under the impact of the repeated thrusts into his body. “You’re tearing me apart!”

  “Back yourself right up onto it,” his fucker advised. “Get it all inside you. Then let your asshole stretch around it. You’ll see, man. In a minute you’ll be begging for it. You’ll be begging me to fuck you with that big dick of mine!”

  This turned out to be a quite accurate prophecy. Not only was Dan soon begging the repair man to fuck him—he was also begging him not to stop.

  An hour later, Dan was lying exhausted on the bed, next to the repair man. They’d had athletic, even violent, sex, as a result of which they both felt drained. They’d fucked. They’d si
xty-nined. They’d fucked again. Dan had rimmed the repair man, who’d sat on his face. They’d fucked again. They’d gone through a total of three condoms. Each man had ejaculated twice. The bed was a mess.

  “Christ, that was good!” Dan exclaimed, when he could finally trust himself to speak. “I really needed that—and thank God you came along to give it to me!”

  “Yeah, it was pretty good sex.”

  “Oh, so it was only ‘pretty good,’ as far as you’re concerned?”

  “Listen, buddy. You’re not up on stage down at The Tool Shed, showing off to all your adoring fans. That oversized ego of yours doesn’t need me to stroke it. But all right, if you insist—that was really good sex. I’m just about fucked out, thanks to you.”

  “I’m glad I could be of service. By the way, it occurs to me that I don’t even know your name. Usually, I do at least introduce myself to another guy, before I have sex with him. I’m sorry if all this anonymous fucking we just did struck you as kind of impersonal. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

  “I’m Colby. And I’m sorry, too, but the truth is I don’t know your name, either. I must’ve heard them announce you, when you go on at The Tool Shed—and of course your name must be on the repair order. But I don’t remember it.”

  “I’m Dan.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Dan. It was a pleasure to have sex with you.”

  “Oh, trust me—the pleasure was all mine.”

  The two naked men shook hands, there on the bed.

  “Well,” Colby said, stretching himself voluptuously, like a cat. “Much as I hate to, I’d better haul my ass out of this bed and get back to work. That washer isn’t going to fix itself.”

  “Don’t rush it,” Dan pleaded. “Take your time. I’ll make us some more coffee … and lunch, if you’re getting hungry.”

  They got up and got dressed. Colby did stay for lunch. Seated opposite Dan at the kitchen table, he showed him a valve he’d removed from the washing machine.

  “This is worn out and needs to be replaced,” Colby said. “But we have the part in stock, at the shop. I can come back tomorrow morning—if you’re going to be home then.”

  “Oh, I’m definitely going to be here,” Dan assured him. “Consider it a date.”

  “It’s a very simple repair. It won’t take long. And then we can fool around some more, if you want to.” Colby grinned at him. “Of course, maybe you won’t want to,” he added, facetiously. “You being ‘strictly gay for pay,’ and all.”

  Dan gave the other man a rueful smile. “You don’t have to rub it in. You can have me for free, any time you want.”

  “Thanks, man. I may take you up on that!”

  In fact, Dan couldn’t help thinking, if I could afford it, I’d be willing to pay this bastard to fuck me! Damn! What a hot fuck he is! What a stud!

  Chapter Four: A Neighbor Lends a Hand

  After Colby left, Dan staggered back into the bedroom and treated himself to a much-needed nap.

  By the middle of the afternoon, he felt almost human again. Rousing himself, he stripped the bed, and remade it with fresh bed linens. He took the used sheets and pillowcases, with their telltale sweat and semen stains, and added them to the things that were already in the laundry basket. With the washing machine not working yet, he decided he might as well make a trip to a laundromat. There was one several blocks away, a short trip by car.

  He tossed a bottle of liquid detergent on top of the pile of laundry, grabbed his keys, and carried the basket down the hall to the elevator. When the door slid open, Matt stepped out of the elevator car.

  “Hi, Dan.”

  “Hello!” Pleasantly surprised by this encounter with his neighbor, Dan greeted Matt with a great deal of warmth.

  “It’s unusual to see you at home during the day. On a week day, I mean.”

  “Yeah. I’m on a different schedule. But it’s only a temporary deal.”

  Matt gestured toward the laundry basket Dan was holding. “You’re not taking those things to the laundromat, are you?”

  “As a matter of fact, I am. Our machine’s being fixed. I had the repair guy over here this morning.” As he said that, Dan had to fight to keep himself from smirking. Yeah, I had him, all right—and he had me! he thought, gloating. Damn, my asshole is still tingling, after that three-inning fuck he threw into me!

  “You don’t have to do that,” Matt said. “Come to my place. You can use my washer and dryer.”

  “Oh, I’d hate to put you to the trouble, Matt.”

  “It’s no trouble at all. Come on, I insist. I don’t have anything planned for the next couple of hours. I’m just going to hang out. I could use some company.”

  “All right, then. Thanks.”

  Dan followed Matt to his apartment. He’d never been inside it before. It was a typical single guy’s living quarters, showing clear signs of indifferent housekeeping.

  Matt seemed well aware of the fact. “Excuse the mess. The washer and dryer are this way.”

  The appliances were near the kitchen, as in Dan’s own apartment. Dan quickly got a load going in Matt’s washing machine.

  “Thanks again, Matt. I really appreciate this.”

  “It’s nothing. I’m glad to help you out. How about a cold beer?”

  “Sounds good.”

  Matt took two bottles of beer from his refrigerator, opened them, and handed Dan one. The two men stood there in the kitchen and drank, making small talk while they watched the wet, sudsy laundry spin around and around.

  “Let’s go sit down in the living room,” Matt suggested at last.

  They sat side by side on Matt’s battered but extremely comfortable leather-upholstered couch. Matt had a widescreen television set. Against the wall behind it, there was some shelving, which held his home entertainment system and stereo components, along with an assortment of books, magazines, compact discs, and DVDs.

  As he drank his beer, Dan noticed a DVD case on the coffee table, next to a remote control. The cover of the case caught his eye. Muscle Gym Gangbang was the forthright title, and the words were printed in large letters over a color photo of three naked young bodybuilders. They were posing for the camera with stern expressions on their handsome faces and with their huge, bulging muscles flexed. All three behemoths looked as though they were products of grueling weightlifting regimes, augmented by a steady intake of steroids. Ironically, their herculean physiques made their exposed genitalia look comparatively small, by contrast.

  “This looks interesting,” Dan commented, indicating the DVD case.

  Matt was flustered. “Oh, shit. I didn’t know I’d be having company today. If I’d known you were coming over, I’d have put my porn away, out of sight.”

  “You wouldn’t have had to hide it on my account. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I like to watch porn, too. Amber and I watch it together all the time, in bed at night. It helps to get us into the mood for sex. We’ve had some pretty wild sessions inspired by videos.”

  “Yeah, but I assume you and your wife like to watch straight porn. My tastes are a little different.”

  “So I see. This DVD—it’s all guys, huh? So what? That can be a turn-on, too.”

  “I’m glad to see you’re so open-minded, Dan.”

  “Oh, I’m very open-minded. I’m also open to all sorts of suggestions. In fact, I’ve got a suggestion to make right now. While don’t you get us a couple more beers—and then we can watch the video together? You can show me the parts that you think are especially hot.”

  “You could get into that?”

  “You bet I could.”

  “Then the beers are coming right up.” Matt handed his guest the remote control. “Here. Make yourself comfortable. The DVD’s already loaded into the player. All you have to do is hit ‘power’ and then ‘play.’ I’ll be right back. Don’t start anything except the video without me,” he joked.

  While Matt was in the kitchen, Dan got the video going. The message resume play from th
is point appeared briefly on the screen, before, thanks to the convenience of digital technology, the action picked up where the previous playback had left off, shortly after the beginning of a scene.

  The sequence might be mistaken, at first, for some sort of instructional video about weight training. There was beautifully photographed but undeniably homoerotic footage of a group of young bodybuilders, all of them practically naked and glowing with sweat, working out together in a gym. The camera lingered obsessively on their crotches, asses, and pecs as they pumped iron and flexed their muscles to the accompaniment of some hard rock music on the soundtrack.

  Matt returned, carrying two fresh bottles of beer. He handed Dan one, and sat down beside him on the couch.

  “I put your things in the dryer,” he reported.

  “Thanks, Matt.”

  “Those dudes have nice bodies, don’t they?”

  “They sure do. Hey—this is starting to get interesting!” Dan said, referring to the sudden turn the action had taken in the video.

  All of the hot young muscle-bound numbers were now in the locker room, stripping down naked after their workout. Some of them began to massage one another, intimately, while basking nude in the dry heat of a sauna. Their buddies were shown frolicking in and out of a steaming, bubbling hot tub.

  It didn’t take long for the action to progress from kissing and groping, to mutual masturbation, to cocksucking and rimming, in various configurations. And then, inevitably, the multiple, simultaneous acts of anal penetration began. The inclusion of the word gangbang in the title was a commendable example of truth in packaging. One brawny young number seemed determined to take on all of his gym buddies, one after the other. They lined up in a queue, jerking off as they waited their turn to fuck him!

  “Fuck,” Dan muttered, as he observed a particularly tight close-up of a massive, latex-sheathed cock plunging in and out of a taut-stretched sphincter. On the wide screen, both the erection and the orifice were reproduced several times larger than life.