A whore's life

“I could take care of that for you. It’d feel a lot better than your hand” I said to Martin in gym class as I pointed to the bouncing bulge in his white gym shorts.

“What are you, a faggot?”

“Yeah, I’m a faggot. For $10 I’ll suck your dick. Think about it.” Martin looked stunned. I walked away. He was a glasses-wearing, sort of cute over-grown nerd, 6 feet tall and skinny. He towered over me and was visibly hung. I’d long been entranced by his basket. He must have gone to his locker, as soon he came up to me and handed me $10. “Where?”  He followed me downstairs to empty the bathroom. It was only for use by those in the gym, so there was really no traffic once class started.

We were in a closed and locked stall. Martin pulled down his shorts and jockstrap. His dick was just as big as it seemed it would be. I knelt down, opened wide and took it in and got to work. Martin was gasping from the experience of getting his first blowjob. It wasn’t long before he was blasting his load down my throat. He pulled up his shorts and jock and left. Then I went back to class.

No one in my family had any wisdom, but William did. What he said to me after I gave him a blow job in his car, with such conviction led me on a fulfilling life path. I wasn’t thinking of money when he let me suck him off. If I could do him and get something out of it, why not others? It wasn’t low self-esteem or was it? Or was it reality. My hunch about Martin was correct as he was up for it. If he could drop $10 without a problem, then more boys could.

I targeted other boys in gym and made my offer. I only went after guys that seemed fine. Most were snotty but horny. There was blonde Kurt who looked like a Nazi, obnoxious Garth and quiet Peter. Then there was the trio of smoldering guido stallions, Frank, Vince and Anthony whom I took on at the same time. They laughed me off and insulted me at first. Soon, they were handing me bills, and so I orally worshiped their primo Italian-American cocks with their dark hairy bushes. Swallowing their loads was fulfilling and repeatedly remunerative. I approached Mike and Steve, two friends from Manhattan who drove in together. I sit in the backseat of Mike’s car between them and sucked one off and then the other.

I had gone from reading and watching porn to living it. I became educated in pleasing guys. Always pay attention to balls and swallow. I encountered a variety of dicks. I could size up guys with accuracy, though sometimes I got a big surprise when they unzipped. 

I did William weekly in his car. Other boys with cars would get my services before or after school. I’d even bring guys home after school and blow them in my room if I had to. Guys would come up to me in the hallways and say, “I got $10.” There wasn’t hostility or bullying. It was cut and dried mutual opportunism. I kept track of my tricks in a spiral notebook which I still have. The date, the name and a $10 notation.

 But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family

“Bohemian Rhapsody” had always been catchy. Now, I reinvented it in my head as about me.

“You’re such a fag” bitchy Nicole said to me in chemistry class. “Yes, I’m a fag, and I suck your boyfriend’s dick regularly, since you won’t.” She shut up. Perry, her boyfriend wore glasses. He was tall and thin, and his dick was long and thin. It was always a turn on to do guys with girlfriends as there wasn’t really any actual sex going on it seemed. Everyone was busy trying to get high grades and padding their applications with extracurricular activities like clubs and being school officers, all to get into “good colleges.” Since I was wasn’t going to college, I concentrated on my extracurricular activity, paid cocksucking for the privileged. With an endless stream of fierce young dick to suck and cash to pocket, those were the happiest days of my life.

In the first week I made $100! I got a terrific haircut on St. Mark’s Place that cost $20 plus a $5 tip. I bought new clothes to replace my shabby old ones. I quit that dumb job that paid $2 an hour in cash. That asshole owner would spy on me to see if I was really handing out his stupid flyers. With two months of school left before graduation, my goal was to save up so I could move to Manhattan. Indeed, by late June I had over $1000.