A whore's life

“Another Dewars, Patrick? said Christopher. “Yes, please.” “There you go, see you around.”

I went downstairs and there was an area with guys at a series of two chairs and small tables between them. I saw two empty chairs and sat down and put my drink on the table. I would sip it and look around. An inshape suited man with short gray hair in his 50’s sat down in the other chair.

“Good evening. I’m Mel.” “Patrick.” “Hello, Patrick. “I’ve never seen you here before.” “My first time.” “Of course it is, I would definitely remember you.” “I work nearby and stop in for excitement.” “I like excitement.” “A handsome young man like yourself should have excitement.”

There were now 2 $20 bills on the table, which I discreetly pocketed. “Take your time with your drink” Mel said, as his hand went under the table, and was now up my shorts on my thigh and stroking my dick and playing with my balls through my briefs. I was leaking precum. “I’m a very good judge of character and of other things” he smiled as his hand kept working my stiff package over. “I’m done.” “Let’s be off then.”

We walked outside and we went a few blocks to 58th Street between 2nd and 3rd. We were in front of a small store that sold lamps. He unlocked the door and we walked past all sorts of big and small fancy lamps, to an office. Inside he ran his hands all over me. He raised my arms and took my polo shirt off. He kept feeling my upper body and then licking my nipples. Wow, did that feel great. His hands were at my shorts and he undid them, and I stepped out of them My hardon strained through my white briefs. “A young god” he said as he fondled my bulge before pulling my briefs down. I stepped out of them and my shorts and was naked.

He sunk to his knees. It was more than a blowjob, he was orally worshiping me. So what that he was old? He sure knew how to suck cock and paid well for it. I blasted a heavy load down his throat which eagerly gulped down. I dressed. “Nice to meet you Patrick,” ‘Same here, Mel,” “If you’d like to keep in touch” he said handing me his business card. “Sure.”

“Another Dewars, Patrick?” “Thanks Christopher.” “I’ll drink it here” I said as I sat at the bar. “So I can give you your tip before you leave.” “Oh, I have a tip for you too and it’s a big one” he laughed. He reminded me of those guidos I knew at school, but nicer.

It was 8:45 PM. A few minutes later, a good-looking guy in his late 20’s was at the bar, taking over from Christopher. I finished my drink and followed Christopher downstairs to a hallway and into a small room with lockers. He closed and locked the door.

I went for his belt, unzipped him and pulled down his black trousers. I undid the buttons of his white shirt and took it off. He had a hot body and was packing in his white briefs. I pulled them down and there was his black bush, big fat hard guido dick and bull balls.

After standing for hours, he understandably sat on a bench. I got between his muscular thighs and paid him back for those drinks by bobbing my head up and down on his prime tool for a great blowjob. He held my head between his strong hands when he was cumming in my mouth. “I had you pegged as a pro. I can spot a working boy. Especially when I saw on your driver’s license that you were from the Bronx, coming in to a bar like this” he said as he got dressed in jeans and a black tank top.

“Donny, let me have a Dewars on the rocks” he said to his replacement when we were upstairs. Christopher handed it to me. “Have a good night Patrick. You’re welcome here anytime.”

I hung out downstairs. Another 40’s guy in a suit and wedding band came up to me. “I was looking for some fast special attention and your beautiful face caught my eye.” “I can give you just the right special attention” I smiled. He discreetly handed me a $20 bill. “Do you live uptown or downtown? “Downtown.” I followed him outside, and we got into a cab in front of the bar. We got in the back seat. The man put $20 in the money slot. “Driver, please just drive downtown.” “Sure thing” the driver said as he took the money without turning on the meter.

The man unzipped his trousers and took his fine dick out! Whoa! He put his hand on the back of my neck and nudged me down. Ok, now I’m sucking cock in moving taxis. I did a good job on him and he came in my mouth. He zipped up. “Driver, I’m getting out . Take him where he wants to go.” The man left. “14th between 8th and 9th.” The driver took me home with the meter still off. Cab drivers have a lot of stories to tell. Though it was only 10:00 PM, after four drinks and lots of excitement, I was wiped out. Rory was right about the East Side.