Just a Gigolo

Just a Gigolo

This is a stand alone piece, involving a lot of mature sex. I think of wine, when I think 'mature', but others only smell cheese.

All participants are willing, and enthusiastic, though money does change hands.

I hope you enjoy Tim's story, and that you will take a moment and rate it and drop a word of encouragement?!

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Mrs. Sherman was what the boys called, Fine!

I fantasized about her during my entire senior year of high school. She taught us English in room 202. She was young, and lean, but sometimes the swell of her breast was bigger than her dress could contain.

We thought a nipple would fall out one day. Lots of kids said they saw one, but I never did.

Life became hectic soon after graduation. We moved to Las Vegas, with dad's big promotion, and I had no intention of going to College right away, so I was happy to find a job there, rather than in Bumbfuck Ohio.

Construction was booming so I started there, with the most menial of positions. The shovel and wheelbarrow became my closest companions.

At first I worked with Luigi mixing cement, only he calls it Cee-ment with an emphasis on the C. The boss would say concrete, but Luigi would shake his head and mutter in Italian. We did a lot of shoveling and lifting. Sand, stone, lime, Luigi could mix it with his eyes closed, and sometimes he did!

My hard work paid off in cash, and muscle. Before the summer was over, I was darker than my French/Turkish mother. She is naturally dark skinned, but now I'm even darker!

When I walked around downtown, the girls would whistle at me! They even tried to get me to try out for one of those Chippendale dance troupes, but I don't have the slightest ability when it comes to dancing.

If they just wanted a big dick, they should have started with that! Now there, I am gifted.

One day the Architect was on site, with her team. She was older, but still very good looking, so everyone was checking out her legs and cleavage. We do get a bit deprived when working with mostly guys.

She was good on her 3 inch heels, even if she stepped on a bit of gravel, she had great control.

Luigi says that she loves the attention, so he stops and stares whenever she comes by. He doesn't wag his tongue or act indecent, he just leans on his shovel and stares.

"I'm going out to the desert for some Glory Hole fucking tonight" Luigi professed after 'she' walked through. "It's the best price for pussy in Nevada. Do you wanna come?" he offered.

I wasn't having any problems getting laid, but I wanted to see what it was about, so I decided to tag along.

Luigi had the scoop on a popup caravan brothel that catered to the working man. A hooker in Vegas won't touch your dick for less than a thousand, they have so many fees that they have to pay for; licensing and bribes and to rent a corner and bribes and protection and bribes...It's like your paying the City for a fucking.

They do have Ranches outside of the big cities, but they also take a big piece of your paycheck, catering to the jet set more than the working Joe.

Luigi picked me up after dinner. I think mom is sweet on him. She talks French to him, and he can answer in a combination of Italian and French that always makes mom smile, but it's not the same smile as me and my sister get when she's pleased with us.

"Mamma Mia, she is one hot woman, that one is!" Luigi burst out when we were safely in his truck.

He first met my mom when she dropped me off one day and she called me Timothy. The crew was already teasing me because they put my name on the roster as Timothy Bradley III.

After mom dropped me off Luigi started calling me Timothree, and with his accent it sounded more like Trimatree! Of course it stuck like glue.

"Trimatree, get some more Ceement to the fourth floor," would ring out over the loudspeaker and my coworkers would snicker.

We stopped at Luigi's townhouse just long enough for a shower and change, then to my house, where Luigi found mom at the pool side. When I got out of the shower, I looked in the back, and Luigi was rubbing some suntan lotion on mom's back! I hurriedly dressed in my best Docker's and a fitted shirt, then hurried to the poolside.

"All set Lou," I gushed out. "We should get a move on."

Luigi was sitting there, staring at mom's bikini crotch, while she wore heavily tinted sunglasses, and appeared to be reading a book.

We headed northwest on 95 but turned right on a side road, towards the Desert Wildlife Refuge. I thought about the wildlife that I hoped to see tonight. The road turned to gravel and I saw a big flag on the left, over a canvas tent. There were two big pickups, pulling special trailers that open into tents for their traveling brothel. They have motifs of dalmatians jumping through hoops on the sides of their trucks. Luigi had explained how they disguise their operation as a dog show, with a dozen dogs that they keep, but they also have a half dozen young ladies, and Luigi assured me that they are not dogs!

The parking area had four or five vehicles, some were working trucks like the hydro-1 and a delivery truck.

Luigi was looking cool in his gray dress pants and red muscle shirt, with his tanned muscular upper body and narrow waist he looked like a ladies man. He's only 42 but his accent and actions always made him feel older to me, yet still at my level, with strong sexual drives.

My friend thought that they might make me wait in the truck if I wasn't paying, but I wanted to see what I could see.

There was a big woman sitting on a stool and smoking something that didn't smell like tobacco. She took Luigi's Benjamins and she counted out four tokens for my horny friend.

"Four for 6 hundred is a great deal, kid. It's better than paying 250 for one, that's for sure. We might be here a while," Luigi explained.

He had discussed the menu with me, though it was pretty obvious. Luigi asked if we could split the deal. She indicated the bold print on the bottom of the sign; THESE DEALS CAN NOT BE SHARED.

"You're on your own kid, I got a date!" he shouted and quickly entered the tent. His entry didn't enable me to see anything.

"Where's your cash toots," the chubby older lady cackled.

"Oh, I'm just his driver," I lied. "I can't afford a place like this," I admitted.

"Hmm, I could give you a break on the price if you show me your cock." she suggested.

"How much of a break," I asked.

"Oh, I'd have to see it to really say," she continued, then pulled in another puff on her joint and relaxed into her stool, as if she had little interest.

There was no one else around so I pulled my pants down enough to let the dog's loose. It wasn't stiff, but it was still pretty impressive laying against my thigh. I wear shorts all day, so my tan line is high on my thigh. When my pants hit the floor, the head of my cock extended past the tan line. The pink head contrasts starkly against the darkness of my tan.

Her mouth fell open and she stared.

She was not attractive, but my dick started to fill, just a bit. The head always plumps up first, making it start to twitch off of my thigh.

"Sam!" she yelled, and a big guy came around from the cab of the pickup. He had a bat and he looked ready to use it, but he came to a stop when he saw me standing there.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "Where the fuck did this prick come from!" the guy called out with a twinkle of sarcasm. I took him for a bouncer, or the owner of this dog and pony show.

"I was going to give him the standard 10% off for new customers," the heavy broad started, but the guy finished...

"And you thought you could get another young guy to show you his dick! Ya, okay I get the picture," the bat-man finished for the woman.

I hadn't moved, but when I heard 10% I pulled my pants up.

"Sorry, that's still too expensive," I explained and headed for the truck.

"No, wait a second there young buck," the guy called.

I turned back, but by now I wasn't going to settle for less than half price.

"I will let you go in for free, if you listen to a proposal that I have," the guy offered.

I figured, what harm could it do to listen, though I wasn't going to let him touch my dick, let alone suck it.

"I am not gay," I insisted, and they were fine with that, so the big guy leaned his bat against the bumper of his Ram truck and led me inside to paradise.

"I'm Carl," he said, offering me his hand.

"Tim," I replied but I didn't raise my hand.

"Okay Tim, there are a few girls that I can't let you fuck with that tool, but they will blow you," he offered.

"Oh, that's okay, I get that a lot," I explained, "Some ladies can't fit it in their pussy."

There were two guys grinding away between raised legs, but the breasts and faces were hidden behind a cloth screen.

Luigi was pounding away, between some very nice legs, and his hands were up under the screen, obviously working on some tits. Luigi was no newbie. He had his eyes closed and a look of pure joy was on his face.

His mouth fell open and he started to grunt and call out intelligibly, then he slowed to a stop and pulled out.

He saw me next to Carl, but he was not the least embarrassed. He pulled the condom off of his cock and threw it into a trash bin that was set there for that very purpose. He used a tissue to clean himself.

When he finally pulled his pants up, it was just to get another condom out of his pocket.

"Did you get the first time discount Trimtree?" Luigi asked as he played with his cock shamelessly to bring it back to life.

"Yeah, something like that," I replied, but I wasn't going to stay and watch him squeeze himself into another rubber.

I followed Carl past some nice looking girls, with the legs spread invitingly.

"Okay, these ladies will be pleased to start you off," Carl advised me.

The pretty heads of two young women protruded from the white canvas, right at cock level.

I lowered my pants, and my cock was already at half staff, as the sight of those pussies was having an effect on me.

"Oh, we are going to have some fun with this one!" the girl on the right sang out, while the other just stared.

I stepped up to the exuberant one first. She let me put it right into her mouth, but her hands came out of two slits that were concealed in the fabric. One went to my balls, while the other went to the shaft.

Soon she was popping it to the back of her mouth and stroking the expanding cock with both hands.

I suppose I was getting more of a hand job, but it felt like heaven! Her head was moving about 3 inches, keeping the head buried as she swept her tongue around the bottom, even some on the shaft.

I didn't last much more than two minutes before I was squeezing out my first orgasm. She pulled off when she couldn't take any more, but I couldn't shut it off! I pumped a few squirts on her face, while she kept her mouth open like a pro!

"God, he is a beauty," the cum soaked woman shouted.

"Come over here baby," the other woman called, and her hands came out with a small towel.

It was warm, and she was gentle. She licked and sucked on my balls, while I regained my size. She slipped just the head into her mouth, but started stroking me with both hands. It took a few minutes, but the lustful sights and sounds around me helped stiffen me up.

"Ladies, this is Tim. Tim you have Bren on your dick, and this other beauty we call Cherry Pie," Carl introduced us.

Bren started to bob down on me with each stroke, bumping the head off the back of her mouth. She looked at my cock with cross eyes, making her look crazy but sexy. It took three times as long, but she stayed at it until I burst in her mouth and down her throat. She never slowed down, at least not until there was nothing left to suck and my cock was starting to deflate.

"If this one is joining us, he can bunk with me Carl," the first cock sucker announced.

"No, I want him," returned the second, with cum coating her lips. It was very sexy, but my tool would be down for a while.

"I don't think that Tim will be staying with us," Carl responded, "...and he would stretch you until you're useless to me."

"I work in construction," I admitted to my new friends.

"Well, I do get lady clients that would pay well for a ride on that pole, buddy," Carl declared. "If you don't mind fucking older women, you could make a grand for a nights work."

Wow, I couldn't believe it, but I gave him my number and told him I was down for it, if they were not too gross. He assured me that some were quite nice, just lonely, and they needed discretion.

"What about the size of my cock? Most women can't take it," I admitted, remembering lots of failures, though I am probably a better lover because of it. My tongue had satisfied many women while they jacked me off.

"They will know what they are getting into, and they will be very accommodating of your handsome cock," Carl insisted.

"We do have someone that you can fuck here," Carl invited me to a woman that knelt on a thick cushion. Her ass was a bit big, and I could see a ponch starting to hang down.

"Can you fuck Sheila while we take some pictures?" Carl asked me.

"Oh, I don't want pictures of my face on a porn site," I insisted.

Carl asked me to wait while he had Cherry Pie get me a mask.

Now with the thin black mask hugging my face, Cherry took pictures on a fancy Nikon camera. Her and Bren worked to get me hard again, and it did not take as long as you would think.

Carl took some pictures and suggested a few poses.

They put a king dong condom on me, then they walked me to Sheila's waiting pussy.

"Just put the tip in, Trimtree," Carl suggested.

I used one hand to rub my cock up and down Sheila's slit, letting it open up for me and dampen up. She responded by pushing back on me, but I pulled back to show Carl what he wanted. He snapped his pictures as I leaned back to expose as much as I could.

"Now slowly push in, Sampson," Carl teased me with a nickname of strength.

I eased into Sheila as she stretched backwards, wanting more and wanting it hard.

When the head ran into the cervix I still had two inches hanging out.

"Now bounce into her a bit," Carl directed. "Shallow strokes."

I used my hips and started to bump into the cervix, causing enough compression for me to bump into her ass cheeks.

I hadn't been in a vagina for months, and hand-jobs were getting to feel like masturbation.

One inch strokes were very fun.

Bop bop bop.

I kept it going for about a minute, while Carl did a video piece.

"Before you cum, I want you to bring it up to full length strokes, but keep some of the head inside," Carl choreographed the scene.

I had to put my hands on her hips to keep my balance, as I cranked it up to a 6 inch stroke.

slap, slap, slap.

My testicles clapped into her thunder thighs.

Sheila started to call out from behind the curtain.

"Oh, yes, OH, YES...GOD...GOD...GODDD!!!"

Her ass shook as she was shafted into an orgasm that she wasn't expecting to have.

"Nice," my female attendants chimed simultaneously.

When I pulled out, you could see the cum lining the inside of the rubber. It was not much of course, but it was there. Carl took more pictures as Cherry Pie pulled the condom off, letting the cum dribble out and onto her lovely tits. Then she wrapped her hand around my cock at the base, and pulled out the last drops with a slow slide to the head of my engorged cock head.

"Three for free!" I told my smiling friend as Luigi drove us home.

They may not have been gorgeous, but they were more accommodating than the girls I had been dating, and the doggy style fuck was not something I got every day.

There were no lights on, when Luigi dropped me off, or he certainly would have come in to see mom! I went straight to bed. Overtime tomorrow was not voluntary, and I was thinking that I might want to buy some nicer duds, if I'm going to fuck some fat cat tourist ladies.

Luigi picked me up at 4:30 in the fucking morning. Three hours is plenty for me, but Luigi was sipping on a hot coffee like it was a life saving drink.

"Do you want me to drive Luigi?" I asked my squinty eyed friend.

He just drove, and sipped. I kept my head on a swivel, making sure that he was aware of every hazard that I might see.

It gets hot in the desert, so we start early. Our union got us an air-conditioned trailer and up to two hours off at midday, but it was not paid for, so most of us took the mandatory half hour for lunch, and clocked out as early as we could. After all, Saturday is for fun!

I was heading for the Lake, but I got a text from Carl instructing me that I had a date for tonight.

"Sahara, Tangier Bar, 11:00 casual, but nice clothes. shave. Have proper condoms. Have your driver's license for id. Sit at the bar. Carol will take it from there. DO NOT BE LATE!"

I had a gig!

My first stop was the mall for some clothes. Mom would not let me have the car after telling her that I was getting some new clothes for a hot date. She insisted on coming with me!

I figured the opinion of an older woman was probably a good idea, so off we went.

Mom let me drive, but she wanted to know more about this mystery girl.

"So where did you meet this Mindy?" Mom started her interrogation.

"She works at the coffee shop that Luigi stops at," I lied.

"So, did you ask her...Or did she ask you?" Mom continued. "I need some details Tim. It's been a long time since your father and I dated, so help a girl out eh."

Mom was still pretty, for a woman in her early 40's, and my date might be 50 or YIKES, maybe even older.

Two hours later I had four new pairs of what mom called 'slacks', and some nice tapered shirts in 3 colors. Mom bought me some Italian loafers that shone in the daylight.

She stopped me at the Golden Razor.

"You need a trim and a shave son," she insisted. "My treat."

I had a cut two weeks ago, so I thought about it for a second.

"Come on, I need 20 minutes to find something new at Victoria Secrets, and I don't need you there to help," mom pouted.

"Shave and a haircut it is then," I conceded to my horny mom!

"No need to come home early Tim," mom instructed me as she had a parting look at her creation. "I hope you have...you know...protection?" she fumbled out.

My parents talk openly about sex and they are not prudes.

"Does she have any kids?" she casually asked.

"MOM!" I whined.

"Well, there are a lot of unmarried mothers in Vegas, Tim," she instructed me. "Are you prepared to deal with children?" she wondered.

"She has no kids mom," I again told a lie to my mother, but it was really just to stop her from continuing.

"Not that there's anything wrong with such a woman," mom hastily retreated from judgment.

I hoofed it as soon as I could. Mom let me have her car for the night, and I was grateful not to need an Uber. I found a spot to park about half a mile from the hotel, but it was cool for Vegas, and I gave myself plenty of time.

I got to their main floor bar, and found a seat where I could see most of the place. The clock read 10:45, so I ordered a rum and coke, trying to appear older than I am, but the bartender still looked at my picture id. I paid good money for the fake document with everything right, except for a date of birth that added 2 years exactly.

"Tim?" I heard from behind me, so I turned to find a sharply dressed woman, with a wide smile.

"Oh, hi," I said, while rising and turning, like I figure a gentleman should do for a woman.

"You are a handsome one," Carol purred. "Bring your drink love," she instructed me, and turned toward the interior of the Nightclub.

I threw a 20 on the bar, hoping it was enough, and followed the 'no nonsense' woman to her table. She was four or five inches shorter than me, and she most certainly wasn't fat. Her age was hard to figure, but her stature made me think 45.