A whore's life

Friday morning September 1, 1978, I got the keys from Mrs. O’Malley and entered my apartment! Understandably, the kitchen and living room were empty. I brought my suitcases into the bedroom and there was a bed with a fancy blanket! On it was an envelope with card, it said:

Enjoy this housewarming present from Macy’s. Let me know when you’re all set up, and I can give you your other housewarming present and we can break this in.  

Marcus (with a smiley face)

I spent the morning at Macy’s picking out some furniture. It was exciting to have the cash for what I needed. I went to the phone and electric companies to open accounts. I felt so grownup. I got to work on time. It was another long day at the movie theater. While Steve was busy in his office with a boy, I managed to score some great dick on my own. I’d learnt to copy Steve’s routine. I was in the men’s room at the urinal. Most guys were willing. I was young, cute and worked there. Sometimes, I’d be told to fuck off or I’d just be ignored. The suspense was exciting. My prime objective was sex for money, but I didn’t have to get paid all of the time. When it came to a hot hung guy, I was down no matter what.

Next to me pissing was a built young Puerto Rican guy with a big uncut cock. “Hey, want a blow job before the show starts?” I said. He looked at me, grinned and pulled his underwear and sweatpants up. He followed me to the storage room, he sat on a box and I was on my knees slurping on his great tool and in no time was swallowing his load. At the end Rocky Horror, I saw him with a girl and another young couple as they left. That night, I slept alone in my bed in my empty apartment. Saturday and Sunday, I worked and blew a few guys I picked up.

Monday I was off, and the furniture arrived. I went out to buy a few more things, including a visit to the liquor store to stock my living room bar. The place looked great!

At 6:15 PM, the downstairs door buzzer buzzed. I buzzed back and soon, there was a knock at the door. I was wearing only my underwear, I opened the door and let Marcus in. He looked so handsome and sexy in his gray pinstripe suit while holding a black leather briefcase.

“I love what you done to the place!” He said as I made him a martini. “Perfect! You’re so talented in so many ways” he said as he tasted it while sitting on what I thought of as a throne. This was a large stuffed black wing chair in the living room. I bought it with the intention that the guys I’d be giving blowjobs to would be very comfortable in it. On the floor in front of it was the red velvet pillow I kept placed there as I planned on spending a lot of time on my knees.

“I want my other housewarming present” I said when I was on my knees between his outstretched legs. “It’s ready for you.” I undid his belt, unzipped his suit pants and pulled down his boxers. It really was ready for me. His dick was rock hard and dripping. I licked it all over nice and slow and tongued his balls as he sipped his martini. “Your bed is going to get a lot of action, but I’m going to be the first man to fuck you in it.” I took my mouth of his dick and undid his shoelaces and took his socks off. I pulled his pants off and carefully folded and out them on a hanger. He stood and handed me his suit jacket, shirt and tie which I expertly hung up his clothes in the bedroom.

I got in the bed, from the night table, he took the jar of Vaseline and got his cock and my ass ready. He was a maestro of fucking as he did me on my back as I moaned. It wasn’t “love,” but we had a strong bond. He wanted a cute young plaything he could dominate. I wanted a hot big-dicked man to tell me what do. He was a rich spoiled prince like the boys I serviced in high school.

“No hands again!” He said with pride as I began cumming from his thrusts deep up my ass. Soon, he shot off  inside me.

“I’ve got a dinner thing downtown” he said as he went to the bathroom and took a shower. He got dressed and kissed me. “We’ll be in touch” he said. I handed him a box of the business cards he’d told me to get printed. They said my name, phone number and address. On the other side was a black and white small picture of me smiling. I had gone to a recommended headshot photographer.

It was only 7:30 PM and I wanted more dick. I took a shower and got dressed in tight button fly Levi’s, no underwear and a white T-shirt. I didn’t get too caught up in the whole handkerchief code of the time, still I put a dark blue one in my back right pocket which meant I liked to get fucked. Just to put that idea out there. I headed out.