My Summer Job

the Audition

The world was wide open for me. I was 22 years old, recently graduated from college with a degree in Theatre. I was confident about three things: I was a good actor, I was relatively handsome with a good body, and I loved sex with men. From high school on, when I and my best friend Tommy discovered what we could do with each other’s dicks, I had pursued sex with men of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages—and still do. Yes, I love sucking cock, I love having a cock rammed up my ass, and I love fucking men.

My plan after graduation was to move to Los Angeles and try to find my way into film and television. I wasn’t naïve; I knew that I would be one of thousands of young hopefuls with the same idea. My parents were encouraging and willing to help me with money but suggested that I get a job for the summer that would give me a financial base for moving to LA. They were departing for an extended trip of three months and thought that leaving me on my own would be a good experience.

Unfortunately, the good paying job I had lined up fell through so after they left, I found myself sitting at home with nothing much to do. I spent many days, reading and lying out in the back yard naked, so I got a great all-over tan. The hot sun usually made me horny, so I jerked off a lot, too, which was fun but only made me crave contact with someone else’s dick. I wanted to suck someone off so bad.

And then Tommy called. He said he was eager to see me and tell me his news.

Although he was a year older than I, Tommy and I had always been good friends and great fuck-buddies but that’s where the relationship ended. We were never what you would call lovers. We just loved sucking and fucking each other as much as possible while in high school and on our visits home from college. I was hoping we could pick up where we left off, and the anticipation of him undressed with his big dick waiting for my mouth made me hard.

When he arrived, I answered the door naked and erect. He looked great, dressed in a black suit, and a black shirt with a few buttons open to reveal a few inches of his hairy chest. He smiled and grabbed my cock, gave me a big kiss and said “Jason, congratulations, graduate! It’s so great to see you!” I grabbed his crotch in return, but he pulled back and said “No, sorry, I can’t play. I’ve gotta save myself for work. I’m on my way to an appointment.”

What kind of “work” was he doing, I asked, that required a full load of cum.

“That’s the news I want to tell you.,” he said. He sat me down and, after some hesitation, he told me that he was working as a “male escort” for a service in town, seeing to the needs of wealthy men who liked sex with discreet partners who could play out desired fantasies. “It’s a blast and it pays really well. In fact, you’d be great at it. You’re hot, and cute, and god knows, well-hung and constantly horny. If what I’m saying doesn’t shock you, I’d like to recommend you to my boss. I know you’d like it.”

And so, after he fully explained the nature of the “work,” the next day, wearing a tight T-shirt and faded jeans, I found myself in the sleek, contemporary apartment of a “Mr. Andrews (Call me Mr. A)”—a big shouldered fifty-something, very handsome man, very fit, with short silver-grey hair, dressed in a long, loosely tied red silk robe.

Oh, so very sexy.

He welcomed me in and invited me to sit on a sofa, opposite him sitting in an armchair with his legs spread out. “So, Jason, you come highly recommended by your friend.,” he says. “Tommy says he explained the necessity of staying completely discreet and what the nature of your responsibilities would be if you worked with us. He says that you’re quite the hot item. I can see that you’re good looking and have a good body, which is important. He also says that you’re an actor, which may be an even more important skill.”

“I like sex, Mr. A. A lot. And with all types of men. Sex is like play for me.”

“Hmm, nice. Good. Well, I’ll tell you what... Let’s have an audition.”

After a long pause, he said,

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need, Joey.”

As soon as he called me by another name, I knew immediately what to do. My training in improv theatre kicked in. I responded shyly and tearfully. “You’re so nice to me, Mr. A, I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay with you. My father went fucking ballistic when I told him I was gay and he kicked me out of the house. I’ll do whatever you want to earn my keep,” I said, trying to start a scenario.

“Well, as I said, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need, ‘Joey’. Now give me your wet clothes and I’ll put them in the dryer.”

I stood up and slowly peeled my T-shirt over my head, exposing my arm pits, and shaking out my hair. I rubbed my hands down my chest and abs, landing on my crotch. “OK,” I said, “but I want to show you how much I appreciate your hospitality.” Then I slowly opened my jeans and turned around to pull them off so he could see my bare ass. As usual, just the idea of any man-sex made me semi-hard and when I turned around to him my eight inches was standing straight up and hard.

I got down on my knees and opened Mr. A’s robe, revealing his naked body. His grey chest hair and pubes were trimmed down to a quarter inch, and a big, fat tube of soft cock with big balls hung below. I wanted to dive in right away, but I decided to pretend shyness so first I kissed the tip multiple times and then licked long, slow swipes up and down the shaft. I must have been doing something right because it soon got thick and firm. I now knew I really wanted this job, so I wasted no time in diving into his crotch, nuzzling my nose under his balls and licking underneath them. Then I worked my way up his belly, rubbing my face in his short, bristly body hair (which always turns me on). I lifted his arms and nuzzled my nose and tongue in both of his armpits.

Mr. A gasped

Not wanting to neglect the beautiful piece of meat in his crotch I worked my way back down his body, took his cock in my right hand, cuddled his big balls with my left, and slowly gave the shaft a full treatment—once again licking the length, teasing and swirling around the head with my tongue, before caressing it all up and down with my lips. I could feel it getting harder and even longer.

I pulled off and said “I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time, Mr. A. “You don’t know how long I’ve watched you from my bedroom window, jerking off and dreaming about just this, licking your big, hard cock and taking it down my throat.” With that, I went down on his cock and took almost all his fat nine inches in one big plunge. Mr. A gasped again and said, “Holy shit, boy, you are good.” Or something like that. I was too much into my own lust— ‘Joey’s’ lust—that I didn’t pay attention to his words. I just kept bobbing slowly up and down on his cock while I stroked it in my hand, sometimes taking it fully down my throat, sometimes sliding my lips on it, teasing it up as hard as possible, and getting it slick with my spit.

Then, I shifted my position to get a little lower so I could deep throat him more easily. I grabbed his hips with both hands and started furiously plunging up and down on his cock. He grunted with each time I time I went down. Meanwhile my own cock was growing rock hard. I was hot and ready to shoot.

Mr. A was breathing hard and fast by this time. I seemed to be doing well. Finally, he yelled out “Fuuuuuck!” and pumped about eight shots of hot semen into my mouth. I pulled up and aimed my own cock as it responded with a long rope of cum that splattered all over his cock.

When we stopped shooting, I laid my body on his, kissed his neck and face and, finally his mouth. He sucked in my tongue and held it there, both of us breathing heavily through our noses. I felt that both our cocks were still hard, and slick with spit and cum. Not wanting this all to end I started sliding our wet shafts along each other, pumping them slowly, feeling our balls swaying together until, incredibly, we both shot off a second load.

Now exhausted, I broke our kiss, nestled my head on his shoulder and said,

“That was really... beautiful, sir… I mean... Daddy.”

Mr. A said, “You’re hired.”