Gig Economy

Author's note: Hey guys, this is a one-off story (at least for now), a break from my usual series. Antonio is a character who made a couple of minor appearance's in Exploring My True Self and I thought he deserved a little more attention. Let me know your thoughts.

I left Jordan’s office and headed up to the restaurant to start my shift. Jordan is a pretty big player in Vegas, he makes and breaks people daily. I really appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be in management. Jordan said all the wrong words: Stability, future career, steady hours, 401k. I’m flattered that he recognizes my talent, but I didn’t move to Vegas to be a manager at a restaurant. I moved here to join the non-stop party and have fun. I’m only 21. Besides, I’m more of an entrepreneur than a manager. I’m here for the gig economy. Waitering makes sure the bills get paid, but it’s my other gigs that make living in Vegas awesome and get my adrenaline pumping.

I get a rush when a stranger texts me for a massage, or a night on the town. I love working at the leather club on the weekends, enticing rich, powerful leather daddies with my assets. THIS is what excites me, not inventory, staffing, budgeting, profitability, blah, blah, blah. And in Vegas, being a twink is an asset within itself. My smooth lean body, jet black hair, olive skin, and light brown eyes just add to the allure. Maybe when I’m older and sagging a little, the stability of management will appeal to me, but for now… not interested. Jordan has lived in Vegas his entire life. He gets it. Hopefully he’ll still see my potential if I’m ever ready to settle down.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing. A text from a stranger “Hey, Antonio. I saw your ad and was wondering if you were available for a massage tonight at my hotel around 10:00. Ari” I didn’t answer right away. I never do, the anticipation gets them hotter. I put my phone back in my pocket and got on the elevator. When I got up to the restaurant I went in the back to my locker to put my stuff away, then texted him back “Hi Ari, Are you staying on the strip?”

He replied instantly “Yes. I was hoping for a two hour massage.” Two hours was good for me. That meant more money, and most of the old dudes can’t last two hours anyway so it’s just a bonus. I tied my apron and put the phone in the pouch, I’d text him in few minutes. I clocked in and talked to Patty the shift supervisor for a minute, then I texted him back. “Yeah, I can be there at 10:00. My rate for two hours is $350.” He responded within a minute. He was fine with the rate and was staying in the hotel next door. He said to text when I got there, and he’d send me the room number.

My shift was uneventful, which is a good thing. We had a busy dinner shift and the tips were decent. I finished up exactly at 9:00. There was a changing room with a shower for the employees of the hotel, I had enough time to clean up and head next door. I took a shower and pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tank top. I wore a black jockstrap underneath. I had all my stuff with me, I’m always ready for a gig. As soon as I was dressed I headed next door to meet Ari. On the way out of the hotel I stopped to let Chet know where I was going and shared Ari’s phone number with him just in case.

Chet’s a valet at the hotel. We share an apartment walking distance from the strip and keep track of each other. Chet does gig work too and we occasionally work together. In fact we’ve been known to give a legendary dick-hardening four-handed massage. He also strips at a couple of the local clubs, I’ve filled in for him a few times. We always let each other know where we’re going and who we’re meeting, and then we text when we’re done so the other one know we’re safe, we take care of each other. I feel safer knowing he’s keeping track of me. I mean if the client turns out to be a serial killer there’s not much I can do, right? But at least Chet will have a couple of clues, so they can find my body… that’s comforting in a sick twisted kind of way.

Anyway, after talking to Chet I went next door and texted Ari that I was in the lobby “605” he texted back. I texted the room number to Chet and he gave it a thumbs up letting me know he got it. Chet and I also had several codes we used to text each other so there was never a doubt who was texting from our phones. I got on the elevator, it landed on the 6thfloor and I walked to room 605 and knocked. This was the most exciting moment for me. Walking to the door of a stranger. In a few seconds my companion for the next two hours would be revealed. He could be hot as fuck or just some old fart looking to get his rocks off. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but I loved the rush it gave me. The guy on the other side of this door wanted me. He was willing to pay to be with me. I was the prize.

I stood there with my backpack slung over my shoulder awaiting my fate. Ari stood behind the door as he opened it, so I couldn’t see him “Come on In Antonio” he said in a deep, very sexy voice. I entered the room and he shut the door behind me, I turned to get my first look at him. Oh my fucking god! He was standing there in just a towel and he was hot as fuck. He had a middle-eastern look to him with a full, dark black beard and piercing green eyes. He was tall, at least 6’3” and had a true presence. He reached out his huge, meaty hand and grabbed mine. It was so soft, and It enveloped mine completely as we shook and made our introductions. We scanned each other’s bodies from top to bottom, neither of us being discreet about it. He was built. Muscled from head to toe with a hairy chest that gave me a hardon.

With a huge smile on his face he said “Well… where do you want me?” Apparently, I passed inspection. I told him to lie face down on the bed with his head at the top of the bed. He did as requested, pulling off his towel as he did giving me and unobstructed view of his perfect, meaty ass, my cock started to grow in my jock. His ass was so round and firm, covered with the perfect dusting of hair. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. When he got into position he laid the towel over his ass. I came to the side of the bed and folded it so that it barely covered the middle of his ass making it easy for me to work around.

I prepared the room, dimming the lights and putting on some music. I carried a small speaker with me and had different playlists timed out to the length of the massage. The music helped me keep track of time and guide my movements ensuring I hit all the important parts. “Any areas that need special attention?” I asked as I started to assess the beautiful hunk of man lying before me.

“My thighs and upper legs could use some attention, I’ve been doing a lot of walking the last couple of days” He said. FYI thighs and upper legsis code for crotch and ass. I knew what he was asking for.

“Welcome to Vegas” I replied, he chuckled a little in response. I started running my fingers over him as I walked the length of his bed, assessing him further. I could feel him shiver at my touch. I walked around the bed letting him get used to my fingers on his body. Then I went over to my backpack and pulled out my massage lotion. “It’s a little hot in here, do you mind if I get more comfortable?” I asked. He grunted his approval and I pulled my tank-top off over my head and dropped my shorts. I was standing there in just my black jockstrap and saw him subtly move his head to try to catch a glimpse, I heard a “damn” escape his lips as he exhaled. He was happy with his purchase.

The thing about giving a massage on a bed is that you need to be up on the bed with the client

to get proper leverage. It’s a lot different from using a table. I climbed up on the bed and mounted Ari, I found the perfect place to settle in… where his magnificent ass met his lower back. I sat. Our asses were touching, and my jock-covered crotch rested on his lower back. I squirted some lotion into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it up before grabbing onto his shoulders and starting the massage. His body was muscled and tight, I rubbed his shoulders and neck deeply as he moaned his approval.

The secret to giving a good erotic massage is letting the moans and body movements guide you. Ari was telling me everything I needed to know without saying a word. His hands were at his sides next to my legs, he would lightly graze my legs with his fingertips signaling that he wanted more than just a massage. After giving his neck and shoulders some much needed attention I started rubbing his back with light, broad strokes at first and gradually going narrower and deeper finding the knots and attacking them one by one. “How’s the pressure?” I asked my client getting a “fucking perfect” grunted at me in response. That’s what I was going for.

I scooted down over his perfect ass and knelt between his hairy, muscular legs crouching over as I continued to massage his back, moving lower and lower towards his beautiful globes. I removed the towel from his ass as I asked if it was okay, not expecting or waiting for an answer. I put a little more lotion on my hands, rubbed them together, then went to work on his incredible ass. Kneading and massaging the meaty mounds of ass-flesh. I rubbed them in a circular motion with the palms of my hands, every so often clasping my hands together and running them down his deep trench letting my pinky fingers lightly touch his hole on their way down to his scrotum. He squirmed and moaned each time begging for more. I reach under him and pulled his semi-erect cock out from under him letting it rest on the bed under his balls. I left it there, the under-side exposed as I moved to the side of the bed to work on his legs.

I leaned against the bed as I massaged right leg, pushing my groin pushing against his hand. He subtly moved his fingers in response encouraging me with his caress. I moved down his leg, spending some time on his hard calve as I worked my way down to his foot. I bent his leg at the knee and my face was just inches from his foot as I massaged it, my tongue slipped out and licked his toes. He let out a loud moan. I took the hint and took his big toe in my mouth as I continued to rub his foot, he let out a low, deep “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, oh my god that feels awesome.” I’m not usually into that shit, but his feet were just like his hands, soft and meaty, so enticing. I was getting hard as a rock. When I finished with his foot I pushed his leg as far up as it would go, stretching him and fully exposing his growing dick. I slowly put his right leg down then moved up and massaged his right arm spending extra time on his large, soft hand, grazing it against my cheek. When I was done I moved to the other side of the bed to work on his left side giving it the exact same treatment and noticing the gold wedding band on his finger as I did. When I finished his left side I asked him to roll over.

There it was, his beautiful, semi-erect cock. His brown, uncut manhood was a good eight and a half to nine inches long with a solid girth to it. It looked so fucking hot protruding from his perfectly trimmed bush and resting on his thigh. I tried to ignore it for a moment. It was time to give his broad chest some attention. I got back up on the bed, straddling him and sitting with my ass just above his growing muscle. I could feel it’s heat as it twitched in anticipation, touching my ass as it did. My lotioned hands rubbed his shoulders and masculine chest. I reveled in its tightness as I played with his nipples just enough to get him squirming. I moved my butt down a little, so I was sitting on his now hard cock. It rested comfortably in my ass trench and I wiggled a little just to keep him interested. His hands moved from his sides and cupped my little ass. He softly massaged my cheeks as I worked on his chest. His eyes were now open, they had been closed for most of the massage. The mighty man spoke meekly “Ca..can I fuck you?” I smiled and gave a nod. A broad smile covered his handsome face. This is why he texted me. I moved off him and grabbed a condom from my bag and set in on the bed.

I got back on the bed, this time between his legs. I grabbed his cock, pulled back the foreskin revealing his spongy head. It was slick with precum and smelled so musky, so masculine. I rubbed his precum on my lips as I teased his slit with my tongue. He was up on his haunches watching the show. Our eyes locked as I covered his head with my mouth and worked the huge phallus down my open throat, his smile was intoxicating. He moved his hands to my head holding it steady as he started to slowly fuck my mouth. “Turn around so I can eat your hole” he said seductively. I moved around into a sixty-nine, putting my jock-covered crotch just above his chiseled face “This has gotta go” he said as he yanked at the elastic band of my jockstrap. I heard him inhale them deeply before throwing them onto the floor next to the bed. I felt his hot breath on my hole as he whispered “Fuck, what a sweet little hole.” Then I felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue as he started licking it. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed his tongue deeper into my tight pucker. He was feasting on my hole like a starving man. He pushed my ass up as his tongue moved lower down my taint then licking my balls. He took each one, then both into his mouth and bathed them in his warm oral cavern. He pushed my ass up a little more taking my hard cock into his mouth. He pulled my ass down until my entire shaft was down his tight throat. He swallowed, and his throat muscles contracted around my dick. Fuck, I wasn’t gonna last long if he kept this up. After a few minutes of edging my cock to the point of no return he pushed my ass up, pulled my dick out of his mouth and said in a breathy desperation “I need to fuck that sweet hole.”

He rolled me onto my back as he fumbled around for the rubber I had thrown on the bed earlier. He looked at it before he ripped it with his teeth and smiled “Magnum? You came prepared” he said.

“More like wishful thinking” I replied, getting a laugh out of him.

“I guess dreams can come true” he said playfully as he rolled the condom over his massive flesh-tube with his right hand and fingered my hole with his left. He put some massage oil on his is large fingers and used them to open me, readying me for his one-eyed monster. And damn… it WAS a monster. He brought his cock to my hole and asked, “Are you ready for this?”

“Yes, Sir. Please go slow” I said.

“Sir? I like that, boy.” He said with a smile as he pushed my legs up behind my ears “Damn, boy. You’re flexible” he said as he pushed into me. I sucked in air through my teeth and winced putting a hand on his rock hard abs to stop him. “Are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern? Most of these guys didn’t give a fuck about how I felt, they just wanted to get their rocks off. Ari was different.

“Yeah, just hold it there for a minute while I adjust” I said. My sphincter had his girthy meat in a death-grip as he held still letting me get used to him. “okay, give me a little more.” He did. He moved in inch-by-inch, Oh my god it was awesome! His cock filled me, touching all the right spots. I contracted my ass muscles and continued to squeeze tight. He fucked me slowly as I savored the incredible sensations. He moved a little faster.

My own cock was hard as concrete and bursting out of its skin. He reached down and grabbed my balls with his hand, pulling them hard, demonstrating his control over me. That sent me over the edge and I fucking loved it! “Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot” I panted at him.

“Fuck yeah you are, boy” Ari said as he pumped me harder and faster, leaning down as far as he could trying to catch my load as it gushed out of me with the force of a category five hurricane. Spurt after powerful spurt hitting him in the face, a couple landing in his mouth, he lapped up whatever he could. “FUUUUUUCK” he yelled as he pulled out of me and ripped the condom off his dick moving towards my face to shoot his load. Shot after shot of hot cum hit my face with brute force.

Breathing heavily he wiped the cum off our faces with his hand and fed it to me. I seductively licked it off his fingers locking eyes with him as I did. He moved his hand away and devoured my mouth with his lips tasting our combined loads. We kissed for a bit as his cock softened, then he rolled off me, and laid by my side “You are one hot little fuck!” he said trying to catch his breath, I let out a little chuckle as I struggled to catch my breath. “You want to take a shower he asked?”

“That’d be great” I said, and we headed for the shower. We soaped each other up, it was a nice, intimate moment. After our shower we went back to the bedroom, I got dressed and grabbed my backpack. There was a wad of cash sitting next to it on the desk, I grabbed it and shoved it into my pocket. Ari walked me to the door, wrapped me in his big arms and said goodnight telling me again what a “hot little fuck” I was.

I got down to the lobby and looked at my phone, Chet had left two texts and a voicemail. I had been with Ari for three hours and he was worried. I texted him an “H” which was code for “Hot client, went over time,” he sent me a thumbs up knowing I was safe.

As I walked towards my apartment I counted the money Ari left on the desk, a $250 tip. I’d add it to the money in my lock box when I got home. Six crisp one hundred dollar bills and a hot fuck for a few of hours of my time… fuck management.

to be continued…