I didn’t bring a condom

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I Didn’t Bring a Condom (Chapter 9)

Life for the next six months became a swirling whirl of sex. Most days I was dealing with three or four clients ending the day with cum dripping from my ass. One on one, couples, small orgies, massive orgies, the odd sex show, every event and day started to blur into the next. I had never heard about burnout, so when it hit like a freight train I was totally immobilized for the first week.

My folks having not heard from me for the week finally came to my fancy new apartment. Somehow, I found enough energy to get to and let them in the door, but then I collapsed at their feet. For the next three days they nursed me with chicken soup broth until my appetite began to return.

They had observed similar breakdowns in fellow porn stars whose careers had blasted off to great success. They got in touch with their promoter friends that had made a great fortune in the porn industry. This couple had a sailing yacht on the Mediterranean and invited me to join them for a month of rest, sun and salt water.

At first the idea of nothing to do for a month terrified me. However, a few days of no clothes, watching my skin turn golden brown and learning the incredible buoyancy of swimming in the Mediterranean captured and soothed my body, mind and spirit. Each time we came to a port of call they invited me to go ashore with them, but I chose to stay on board.

From the deck I could see the Calibur and beauty of the men and knew I would not be able to resist. Deep in my being I knew I needed a good long sabbatical from my sex work, indeed from any and all sex other that enjoying the sensuousness of my naked tanning body.

At the beginning of my last week on the boat my gracious hosts wondered what I had in mind next. I had no idea. They knew of a tantric yoga teacher who specialized in helping sex workers stay more fully in the moment and grounded in their bodies. This sounded perfect for my professional learning goals, and I flew off to Costa Rica at the end of the week.

Jonathan our Yogi provided an amazing weeklong mentorship for the six guys in attendance. Day one we gathered in the shade of the open walled thatched roofed structure in the warm breezes off the nearby ocean. As instructed, we all wore loose clothing for the heat and ease of stretching. We were introduced to basic mindfulness practices like slowly eating a single raisin with curiosity and intention. We were taught about ‘mindful cleansing breath’. And we were guided through many basic yoga positions and stretches.

Day two started with a quick review of day one. Coming back from morning break we partnered up and were guided through a tantric experience of slowly disrobing our learning mate. Considering most of us only had loose tank tops and shorts it was amazing this tantric exercise took until lunch. The entire afternoon was spent learning naked tantric yoga.

We had all signed a waver to abstain from sex until after the third night, so day three was more naked yoga under the thatched roof, out in full sun on the beach, sitting in the surf of the waves, and then floating out in the rollers. With all the sun, water and fresh air everyone had an incredibly good sleep.

We arrived naked as instructed under the thatched roof for day four. Jonathan invited Jack to lie face down on a message table in front of the gathering. Strip a stereotypical Lumber Jack of his blue jeans and plaid shirt and you have the beautiful male specimen of naked Jack.

Jonathan demonstrated a long and relaxing tantric message for the next three hours. We could see Jack melting into deeper and deeper relaxation as Jonathan’s hands worked there magic.

We were then all invited to take a skinny dip letting the waves relax our bodies and minds. After lunch we broke into new groups of two and were led through an erotic tantric exercise which would culminate in us jerking ourselves off for our learning partner. Another skinny dip and afternoon break was followed by a similar exercise but this time we would jerk off our partner. I was paired with a beautiful bear with a 6 inch and very thick erection. It was amazing to stroke and play with. His hand job simultaneously on my ‘wood’ was amazing and we both reached climax at the same moment. His first shot of cum went in my right eye. Mine painted the thick dark hair on his chest. Regaining our breath, we laughed and the longing look in each of our eyes communicated we needed more from each other.

That night the bear and I shared a bed. We were quickly 69ing and it didn’t take long for us to be draining each other’s third load of the day down each other’s throats. We slept like well fed babies.

Day five, lucky Jack was called forward for Jonathan to demonstrate full penetrative tantric sex with Jonathan. From the hardons around the group it was clear everyone was enjoying this sight. The usual message was followed by a deep internal message of Jack's ass hole. His appreciative moans lubricated the sexual action. When it was time to fuck Jonathan rolled on a condom, penetrated Jack and began a slow deliberate intimate love making action. This lasted quite a while until the pace and intensity picked up and Jack received an impressive pounding. Finally, he couldn’t help but stroke out his load with a loud appreciative growl. I couldn’t help but notice Jonathan had not filled the condom as he ripped it off.

Lunch was a finger food feast served on the naked body of Fredrico, our Porta Rican student. I especially enjoyed meet balls resting on his belly button, and a desert of whipped cream sucked off his cock. I was the fortunate guy to bring him over the edge and add his cum cream to the lunch in my belly.

After lunch and another skinny dip I was invited to take centre stage on a beach blanket in the full sun. Jonathan gave me a wonderful erotic tantric message. His expert hands were both relaxing and driving me crazy. I was deeply relieved when he lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. Fredrico was invited to come forward and coat Jonathan’s impressive cock with coconut oil. Although I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, I was still expecting a condom.

Without a word Jonathan’s big raw cock was guided into my hairy ass. I just kept nodding my consent as every inch sunk deeper and deeper. There was no gentle love making. I was pounded for the next half hour. Other than the change in his breath no permission was asked. Holding as deep as he could go inside me, he convulsed rope after rope of cum. I was delirious with joy.

Again, with no spoken consent requested or given by me Jonathan made an announcement after break. Anyone wanting to breed me and demonstrate their comprehension of tantric erotic sex was welcome to do so.

The bear was first to jump at the chance, and two others followed in quick succession. Fredrico was the last of these.

The other two participants did their demonstrations sheathed in Fredrico’s willing ass.

With my self-imposed abstinence over I stayed out on the beach after everyone else had gone to bed. Three locals happened along and although none spoke English all their loads joined the copious amounts from our days program.

I knew I was ready to go back to work. Little did I know how soon I would encounter the illusive object of my sexual obsession, Dan.

 

 

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I forgot a condom (Chapter 10)

When I got home, I went right back to work as enthusiastically as ever. You would have thought I hadn’t learned a thing from my burnout and recovery.  For three weeks I worked full out. At least three clients a day, seven days per week. It was wonderful at first. How had I managed for over a month with no sex and none of the wonderful loads painting my guts? Then the exhaustion hit. At least I knew what it was this time and emptied my calendar for a long weekend.

On my third day off I bumped into my elderly neighbour on the elevator. I had not realized but her husband had died while I was away. She assured me she was doing ok finding her way through the grief, she just needed some work to be able to afford to stay in the apartment she loved. I casually asked what kind of work with no particular intent in mind. She said that she had worked as a doctor’s receptionist for 25 years before retiring. She knew she didn’t have the energy to return to that work but wondered if I knew anybody that needed a private secretary to manage their appointment schedule or light secretarial work. I just shook my head and we parted ways.

As I was unlocking my door a crazy idea struck me. She had not gotten through her door, so I asked her if she knew how I made my living. “Oh, young man, what kind of fool do you think I am. I’ve seen the men coming and going at all times of day and night. Half the time they’d not finished dressing before we watched them stumble to the elevator. Besides, these walls are paper thin. My husband and I figured out you’re a sex worker the first week you moved in. He was a horny old bugger right up to the end. I couldn’t keep up to his needs and kept threatening to hire you. We laughed more times about my threat!” She ended up with a boisterous laugh.

“So, you’re not shocked?” I asked with surprise evident in my voice.

“Young man, I worked for an inner-city doctor with lots of gay men in his practice. You can’t shock me.”

“Well maybe I can. Are you free to come over for a cup of tea? I might have a job for you.”

“If you make that a scotch I’ll change into something more comfortable and be right over. Give me 5 minutes.”

72-year-old Mrs. Schnell became my personal secretary and appointment manager. She made sure I never worked more than four days a week and never had more than two clients per day. Nothing shocked her. If she booked me to be the cum dump at an orgy, she always booked it on the weekend and made sure that was all there was on my calendar for the next couple of days. She was concerned that I was practicing unsafe sex but never lectured or argued with me.

Within the first month of her managing my affairs I trusted her impeccably. My clients often expressed their initial shock to be making arrangements through an old woman, but repeat customers grew to respect and love her every bit as much as I did.

The only thing she nagged me about was finding a boyfriend. I argued no guy wanted to date a sex worker. She accused me of being old-fashioned.

I now had time for a social life and returned to frequenting my favorite gay bar. Every time I saw Dan there my heart would ache just a bit. I would wonder, why does this guy have such a pull on me.

At first, he avoided me like the plague. Eventually he would say hi in passing. After three weeks he let me buy him a beer and we talked about sports.

The next week he made a point of coming by me on the dance floor and saying hi before he made his way into his little corner. I soon regretted not joining him. I was too distracted by the two hot shirtless guys I was dancing with. But when a hot young twink took a drink to Dan and started flirting with him I knew I’d made the wrong choice. This point was driven home when Dan bent down and kissed the young man. I had never felt so jealous in all my life.

The two hunks I was with noticed that I was distracted and poured on the heat to get my attention back. First, they pulled off my shirt and then they sandwiched me. When the one behind me snaked his hand into my commando shorts and finger fucked my hole they were fully back on my radar.

My ass was soon exposed, and a solid raw cock inched its way into me with the beat of the rhythm. The guys would switch places, and I hosted one raw cock after the other. It felt good to counteract my jealousy with this public exhibitionism.

Even though Dan continued to flirt with the twink it was clear they were both watching my blatant public fuck. I went to work double time clenching my ass cheeks and was quickly milking the cum out of one hunk, then the other. As they finished I noticed Dan and the twink had disappeared. I headed into the washroom to tidy up my dripping ass and there they were necking by the urinals. Soon the twink was on his knees sucking Dan’s ridged cock.

I grabbed the first bear to come in, towed him into a stall without a door, bent over facing Dan and the kid and informed the bear I needed another load. He didn’t need encouraging and slammed into my wet ass with his thick raw cock.

The twink was spurred on to slip a condom on Dan’s cock and the great ‘fuck off’ was begun. Me taking it raw from the bear, the twink taking it safe from Dan. Dan and I eye’s locked like two cowboys facing off in a dual.

The bear was soon bellowing as he blasted a huge load in my ass. He was quickly replaced by a leather daddy who took even less time to pound me silly and torpedo his load deep in my gut.

I never took my eyes off challenging Dan to look away from my public dangerous promiscuous show. He never flinched. His eyes glared into mine. He was pumping faster and a distinct blush was starting to wash over his shoulders and upper chest.

At the very last split second the twink yanked forward dislodging Dan’s erection, ripped the condom off, and drove his ass back onto Dan’s raw cock. Dan had no option but to unload in the kid. He did so without losing eye contact with me. His facial expression screamed at me, ‘so there you stupid cum slut’. I was green with envy.

Dan pulled himself together and ran from the bathroom. The twink stripped naked as he came to me, bent and stuck his ass in my face. You’re damn right I feltched out Dan’s load. The twink and I snowballed it back and forth as a number more guys took advantage of our prone asses and dumped a number more loads into each of us.

 

 

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