A whore's life

I got off the ferry at the Pines in Fire Island Friday afternoon with Scott and took in its beauty for the first time. I would go back often, and eventually own a house there.

I hadn’t really been on a vacation in a long time. Scott and I carried our bags to the real neat house we’d be staying in. Our room was small but nice. Scott was renting the place for the weekend with three other guys. Marcus, his best friend and a lawyer he worked with. He was 28, tall and dark—haired. Stuart and Drew were in their early 30’s and were a couple. They owned a very successful framing store and did a lot of work for museums.

Drew barbecued steaks and we ate in the backyard by the pool. There were pitchers of margaritas. It was pleasant, but I was aware I was sort of left out of the conversations. They were older and had big careers. They were all friendly though. Everyone went to their rooms for a nap, as the journey to get there was long and the plans were to go out at night.

“Thanks, so much. This is wonderful” I said to Scott as I kissed him. “I’m glad you’re having fun.” My hands were all over him, I felt he was hard in his shorts. “In the middle of the afternoon?” he said. I undid them, pulled him to the bed and sucked him off. We slept, took a shower and got dressed. I wore cut-off jeans and a black tank top. Scott was in a red polo shirt and linen shorts. We all went to a nightclub. All those hot men! However, I was there with Scott. We danced! I was pretty good. Lots of drinks. The other guys we were with eventually went off on their own. It was late when we got back and after so many drinks we passed out.

I woke up at 11:00 AM, alone in bed. I was still in my clothes from last night. I went to the kitchen. Marcus was making coffee and was wearing only a red bikini swim suit. He had a hot body and was packing. “Good morning!” he said. “Everyone went to the beach. Scott thought he’d let you sleep in. I stayed behind so we could get it on.” “Uh, I’m here with Scott.”  “Hey, you’re here because of me. Scott won’t mind. We’ve been best friends since law school.” “What do you mean?”

“He likes you but you’re just a summer fling to him. He’s still carrying on about getting back together with Kent. They have history and are on the same social level. Scott’s told me all about you, how wild you are. ‘This kid sounds like a pro. Good for you’ I said. When Bob dropped out, I said he should invite you. I was hoping to get some.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“So, are you a pro?”

“Yeah and go fuck yourself.”

“Aww, don’t be angry. You’re so adorable and it turns me on that you’re a pro. See?” he said pointing to his enticing boner in his swim suit. “I could do things for you.”

“Oh, Really.”

“Sure. If you’re really as good as Scott says you are.”

Since it was clear that Scott and I wouldn’t be involved much longer, why not prove I was good? Marcus was sexy.

I put my hands on his waist and slid down his swim suit. His beauty of a big-headed cut dick sprang forward, framed by his meaty balls.

“Let me see you.” I took of my clothes and turned around and he saw my ass. “Oh baby, you’re gorgeous. Just looking at you is getting me even harder.

I sank to my knees. I licked his cock slowly and gave him the royal treatment. “Fuck! Scott’s been so lucky!” he howled when I was deepthroating him. He pulled out of my mouth and raised me up and kissed me. Feeling his stubble made me almost faint. He grabbed my ass and fingered it as he hugged me. “Oh, baby I bet you can take a rough fuck.”

We were in his bed side by side and he pounded me and my ass into ecstasy with his sensational dick. He was as good as Steve. A real strong man. He made me cum. He came in me. He held me in his arms. “It’s such such a turn on that you’re so slutty but innocent at the same. Scott doesn’t get or deserve you.”

Later, he walked nude with his dick and balls swaying, to a desk and wrote.

He handed me a paper with his letterhead. It said Ellen O’Malley #2C, and an address on 74th Street between Broadway and West End Avenue.

“Scott mentioned you’re living in a rooming house. I have an apartment for you. It’s rent-stabilized and relatively cheap. My sister is moving out in September. The landlord lives in the building and is a client of my firm. I’ll call her to tell her to expect you and that I vouch for you. Here’s a blank check. Fill in the amount she tells you for the first month’s rent and the month security deposit. After that, we’ll figure it out.”

The rooming house was shitty, but I was intimidated to look for my own apartment. 74th Street wasn’t too far uptown. The rent wouldn’t that much more then I was paying already. Wow! I was moving up!

“Thank you very much. I’ll go see her on Monday.”

“This way, I’ll be able to visit you.”

“Anytime” I said as I kissed him while fondling his dick and balls.

We showered, put on bathing suits and joined the others on the beach. Did Scott know or care that Marcus and I had just fucked? We all just carried on pleasantly. So many hot were guys on the beach! I would have to come back on my own. We went back to the house for dinner. We went out clubbing. This time, later on Scott and I fucked before passing out. The next afternoon we all went to a big boozy brunch party at one of their snooty friend’s grand houses.

“We can still be friends” Scott said to me during the train ride back to Penn Station after the ferry. He explained that next week he was going home to Colorado for a week, and that he patched things up with Kent, and that they were going to try again. There was also the fact the he was 10 years older than me and we were in different places in our lives. “Sure” I said. Indeed, we stayed friendly, I always liked him.

“Our Lady of Angels was my church too!” said the kindly widowed Bronx-born landlord Ellen O’Malley, who was in her 50’s, in her living room. She had showed me the fifth-floor walkup apartment. The front door opened into a small kitchen with the bathroom adjacent to it, in front of it was a small living room and to the side of the front door was a small bedroom. Plenty enough room for me. The rent was $228.47, I signed the lease and filled out Marcus’ check accordingly. In a few weeks, I would really be on my own.