Enticed Pt. 12 - Private Audience free porn video

“I’ve had a couple requests,” Blaise said at lunch one day. “Apparently the guys you gave favors to in exchange for products and services have been talking to your other fans. Now other men are asking about bartering for or otherwise renting your services.”

“Services?”

“Some of the men want a private audience,” he explained. “They want a private performance and, I’m sure, other services.”

“So, they want me to be a male prostitute?”

“It’s not that different from performing sexual favors for electrical work or a lawnmower,” Blaise said.

“Maybe. But, I’m not a prostitute,” I said. “And, the two men who received special favors from me in return for products and services I wanted or needed did so for very expensive items. We’re talking about a minimum of four-hundred to five-hundred dollars. And the most they got out of it was giving me a blowjob, not receiving one from me.”

“You’re taking this too far,” he argued. “Right now, I only have four or five guys asking for a private show, not sex or a blowjob or anything. They probably just want a peep show type experience where they can watch you strip and play with yourself privately so they can jack themselves off at the same time. They can’t do that in a regular show.”

“Well, why didn’t you say that?” I said, relieved. “That I can do. I can do that tomorrow. I have no problem with that. It doesn’t matter to me how many men are in the room if we’re just talking about a regular show or some portion of one. That isn’t prostitution. That’s no different than hiring a stripper for a bachelor party.

“But, you said ‘other services.’ I’m not sure I want to be a prostitute. I don’t know that I’m that addicted to sex.”

“Well, I’m just looking at the big picture, A. Some of these guys will be just fine with jacking off with you and leaving it at that. But, somebody’s going to ask for more.”

“That’s what we really need to talk about, then,” I said. “Do I let it go farther? Do I let them jack me off instead of doing it myself when I get to that in the performance? Should I ask for more money? What if they want me to jack them off? Do I do that for an extra fee?

“And, if or when that does come up, how would you feel about it? I mean, you’ve really gotten off on me describing what I did with other men. Would you want me to continue doing that?”

“I don’t know. It really hasn’t bothered me that you’ve let the other men watch you or jack you off, or even when you let Sam and Evan give you a blowjob. Hearing you tell me about it in every triple-X detail was a serious turn-on,” Blaise said. “I’d say it’s totally up to you in the moment. If you feel like letting them jack you off or taking care of them - for more money, then that wouldn’t bother me.

“You set the boundaries. I definitely don’t have a problem with a private show or even mutual masturbation. I trust you. And, I know where your heart is.”

“Would you want to be present and watch?” I asked. “I mean, you like hearing about it. And, you know I’m going to tell you everything.”

“I guess that’s something I’d have to try,” he said thoughtfully. “I don’t know how I’d feel about watching you with someone else. And, I don’t know how some of these men would feel about it.”

“They would have to allow it if that’s part of the deal, whether they like it or not,” I said. “But, I could set up my video camera as a closed-circuit system so you could watch from another room.”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”

“Well, you’re my manager, my handler. You’re the boss. Manage me,” I said. “You know the rules. No man touches me without your approval.  If you want me to do this, start setting it up. If you want to watch, make that a provision of the -- rental agreement, or whatever you want to call this. But, it has to be at the Lodge or your house. I’m not going to some other strange place where they might have hidden cameras or other men waiting to do something weird. It happens on our turf or it doesn’t happen. And, the bedroom is off-limits. That’s personal, private space. They can have the living rooms or dining rooms or kitchens if they want it weird.”

“I’ll start making calls,” Blaise said.

“When are we going to start this?”

“I probably can schedule somebody as early as tomorrow night. Or whenever you’re ready to begin. We can wait until the weekend if you want.”

“No,” I said. “Let’s do this during the week, one or two weeknights. That gives me - us the weekends.”

That night Blaise came by right after work. I wasn’t expecting him so I hadn’t had a shower and was wearing the same clothes I’d worn to work.

“What’s up?” I asked as he walked in. “I didn’t know you were coming over. You want to go take a shower together?”

“Sure,” he said. “But, I stopped by to let you know I talked to Frank. He works for a bank in Gate City. He can be here tomorrow night at 7.”

“Oh.” I was a little surprised. “That was quick. Uh, OK. That’s fine. How much are we getting out of this?”

“He’s paying $150. And, I asked upfront. He said he just wants to see you take off your clothes and do a little of your deep-throat act,” Blaise said. “He wants to fantasize about his dick going down your throat while he jacks off.”

“That’s a lot of money. We’re only charging $50 for the regular show now.”

“I explained to him that, since this is a private show, you aren’t making as much. He’s paying not only for your time, but also for the complete privacy necessary to take care of himself with you in the same room.”

We headed to the master bathroom. I dropped my clothes on the bed. Blaise didn’t start undressing until he was in the bathroom. I helped him with his pants, paying special attention to his limp dick. He leaned down to kiss me and I fondled him to life as we waited for the water to heat up.

Once under the water, he took charge and turned me around so that my back was against his wet naked frame. He reached around me with the soap in one hand and began covering me in a lather. Once I was slick and soapy, he set the soap down and held me close with one arm while the other slid down to my groin and nearly hard cock.

He hadn’t lost any of his talents with my meat. If anything, he was better than ever. He knew exactly what I liked, what made me twitch and jump.

His teeth were set into my trapezius muscle as he sucked out a deep red hickey. The sensation only heightened the intense pleasure his hand was inflicting on my cock and balls.

I could feel his thin cock pushing against me from behind. I wished I could reach it to return some of the pleasure he was giving me.

His strokes were slow and long. He alternated between tight, skin-pulling and smooth, loose caresses. As he worked on me, I reached back with one hand to grab one of his ass cheeks and began massaging it. He stopped sucking on my shoulder and ran his tongue up my neck to my earlobe and began sucking and nibbling on it.

I gasped and twitched. Knowing my reactions as well as he did, Blaise increased the speed and intensity of his work on my cock. His strokes were faster and tighter and he occasionally rolled his palm over my swollen head.

My breathing was ragged and I gasped and twitched more and more often as he continually hit all my spots as perfectly as ever. He still was a master of drawing out my pleasure and cum.

In just a few seconds I tensed up, squeezed his ass tightly, and began pumping wad after wad of thick cum across the tub. My hips thrust into his fist completely out of my control.

Once I regained control, I turned immediately around, my still stiff and sensitive cock brushing against his wet body. I twitched again as my head slid across his belly.

I pulled him close, lifted onto my toes and our tongues attacked each other with ferocity. I couldn’t help but continue to thrust my hips against him, sliding my cock up and down his stomach. I still could feel cum leaking out. It was difficult to keep our lips locked as I kept twitching and jumping every few seconds when my frenulum brushed over some part of Blaise’s skin or hit the top part of his pubic hair.

Finally, after a long few minutes of kissing, I grabbed the soap and began bathing my lover, caressing every part of him until he was as hard as I had been a few minutes earlier. I turned him around to rinse the front and begin washing his back.

Once I’d rinsed his back, I stopped Blaise from reaching down to turn off the water. Instead, I turned him around and knelt in front of him to begin my own sensual massage of his member. My massage, however, would be done by my lips, tongue, and throat.

I slowly painted over my lips and cheeks with his stiff cock and swollen glands. I licked a trail from the base of his cock to his frenulum, grabbing it between my lip-covered teeth and pulling it out from his erection. Then I pushed my hot tongue into his hole and wiggled it around. I looked up just in time to see his head roll back in ecstasy.

I pushed his head between my tight lips, squeezing it nearly flat. In and out, I bobbed my head back and forth so just his glans fucked my mouth. My tongue was situated just inside so that it met his head each time it entered my mouth and his urethra was filled again with tongue. His cock was fucking my mouth and my tongue was fucking his urethra.

He began grunting loudly. After a minute of this torture, I buried my nose in his pubic hair, pushing his cock as far down my throat as his torso would allow. Then I started swallowing against his glans. I massaged his head with my throat and tongue for a minute then pulled him out for a few long, deep strokes. Then, I swallowed him again for a couple minutes.

I kept this up until I felt his legs shaking and his abs contracting. When I knew he was going to explode, I pulled him out and began stroking his shaft furiously.

In a second he was spraying his thick white mess all over my face. My mouth was open to catch a few globs of his seed, letting him give me a porn style facial.

“Oh, God! I love seeing you do that!” Blaise said hoarsely.

When his cum fountain fell to just a dribble, I engulfed him again to clean him off.

I stood up to wash my face and finally let Blaise get out of the shower.

“We don’t do a lot of facials,” I said when I turned off the water. “I thought you might want to see me covered in your cum once in a while.”

I’ll admit I was a little nervous the next day. I had come to terms with performing for crowds of as many as twenty men. And, I was even comfortable with the flirty back and forth at the after-parties. But, meeting one of them one-on-one and performing for him seemed a little daunting.

I probably was just overthinking it. I had been with other men just minutes after meeting them and had retained complete control over the situation. This wouldn’t be any different. I just had to channel the same flirtatious personality from my more public appearances. That’s what he was expecting, after all.

When Frank arrived, I answered the door in my blue pants and shirt. He was in his mid-forties, wearing a two-piece suit and tie. I assumed he had driven straight from work in Gate City.

“It’s nice to meet you, Frank,” I said, ushering him in. “Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?”

“Uh, no. I’m - I’m fine,” he stuttered.

I pointed him to a chair over which I had draped a large beach towel. There was an end table beside it with a bottle of lube and a couple of washcloths. I had my “show chair” sitting just five feet or so in front of it. I already had music playing in the background and the lighting was low, though not my normal show lighting.

“I understand you want to take care of yourself while you watch me,” I said. “So, if you want to go ahead and undress, you can set your clothes on the couch over there.”

His nervousness really showed up then. I could see his hands were shaking as he untied his tie and pulled his jacket.

“Frank, would it make you feel better if I undressed first?” I asked. I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.

“Yeah. Maybe,” he said, looking a little relieved.

“Have a seat, Frank,” I said and began slowly removing my shirt.

I didn’t do any dancing or showy moves. I just slowly removed each piece of clothing just for him. I made sure to make every movement just for him. When I was down to just my thong, I had Frank stand up. I started unbuttoning his shirt for him.

“You don’t have to -” he started to say.

“Let me help you,” I said. “Have you ever done anything like this before? I mean, alone with another man?”

“No,” he admitted as I pulled his shirt from his pants.

“It’s OK, Frank,” I assured him loosening his belt. “You can relax. It’s just you and me. You’re going to watch me take care of myself. If you just want to watch, that’s fine. If you feel like taking care of yourself, you’re welcome to do that. I’ll stay naked with you for as long as it takes.”

I squatted down to push his pants down. Before I stood back up I grabbed his underwear. I could tell he was beginning to grow. He grabbed my hand before I could remove them.

“It’s OK,” he said. “Just do your thing.”

I stepped back and Frank sat down in only his underwear, watching me.

“Do you want to remove my thong?” I asked.

“Can I?” His eyes were wide, excited in spite of his nervousness.

I stepped close again and he grabbed the blue fabric on either hip and pulled. I was about half-hard, not my usual size at this point in the show. But, Frank was being a difficult audience.

“Do you want to see my butt plug, Frank?” I asked as I stroked and pulled on my cock just a foot or so from his face.

“Yes,” he said, seemingly mesmerized by my naked cock.

I turned around and bent over to flash my blue-jeweled plug at least as close to his face as my dick had just been. I slid my fingers up from my balls to push the plug in a bit and let it push back out to its normal position.

I straightened up and turned back around to continue massaging my cock and balls for him. I could see I was having an effect on him. His underwear was tenting up.

“Looks like you’re getting ready, Frank,” I said.

He looked down then back up, his face red.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “That’s what you’re here for. That’s my job. Waking your cock up is what I’m doing here.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed by my success. You’re getting what you paid for.”

“Do you still want to watch me deep-throat that dildo over there?”

He nodded his head. His face still was red. But, his cock still was growing.

“Do you want a little help down there?”

“What -” He looked puzzled.

I reached down and brushed over his arched dick. I could feel and see it twitch and pulse at my touch. Frank gasped.

“No. I’m good,” he said.

I grabbed Long John and squatted down in front of Frank, still just a couple feet in front of him. I lowered the dildo into my upturned mouth slowly then pulled it out after only a few inches went in. I repeated that several times until the latex was wet and my throat was loosened up a bit.

Then, I pushed Long John a full eight inches into my throat. Frank moaned a little and his hand was on his groin. I could see the tip of his dick peeking out of his underwear waistband.

I moved to my chair and began stroking my own cock with one hand while the other steadily fucked my throat with the dildo. I had it far enough in that the bulge could be seen moving up and down in my neck.

By now, Frank had pulled his cock out and was beginning to stroke himself in short movements just over his head. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. So, I picked my own pace.

I began stroking and rolling my palm over my cock head. Frank already was jacking himself furiously. I never saw him use lube. I was afraid he would be terribly sore by the time he finally came.

I already could feel my own cum rising and my muscles and nerves pulsing. I pulled the dildo out so I could give Frank a little dirty talk and encouragement.

“I’m about to cum, Frank,” I announced. “How about you? Are you ready to cum? Do you want to cum together?”

He grunted breathlessly. His eyes never left my cock. He didn’t close them or throw his head back or look at his own dick. He just zeroed in on my meat.

“Come on, Frank. Cum with me. I’m cumming, Frank! I’m cumming!”

My explosion was minimal compared to anything Blaise had done for me. A little did fly out on to the edge of my chair. But, that was about the extent of it.

Frank exploded just a second or so after he saw me do so. He shot thin streams a foot or so up as he grunted loudly over and over. It all was caught by the towel.

I grabbed a wet washcloth beside my chair and cleaned myself up. He sat slumped in the chair, his still draining cock in his cum-covered hand, breathing heavily.

 “That was amazing!” he breathed. “I’ve never felt anything so intense. My God! You’re amazing!

“Those two kids were right. You are some kind of sensei or dick master.”

“Two kids? What are you talking about, Frank?” I already had my pants back on and was pulling my shirt over my head.

“There were a couple young guys at your last show talking about how you had taught them so much and helped come to terms with their sexuality,” he said. “They said they spent just a few minutes with you and everything about their relationship changed. They were free to do what they wanted and be open with each other. They called you some kind of master or sensei.”

Samuel and Evan. Word of mouth advertising really does work.

After a few minutes, Frank was dressed, but still refused a drink. I was a little surprised he didn’t want to sit and talk for a few minutes about his desires and why he was here. He seemed like the type. But, I guess he still was a little embarrassed about being here and doing what we just did. So, he pulled out his wallet and handed me $250 neatly folded, and thanked me for a wonderful experience.

I called Blaise as soon as he pulled out of the driveway.

I spent a couple hours the next night working on my new video. In a few days, I had it fully edited and polished. I’d included all of my various show routines and a few vignettes of myself out at the pond when it still was warm.

Now that it was complete, I had to figure out how to duplicate it at least twenty times. I finally found a service bureau in Gate City that could do it in a few days. By my next show, I was offering my new video for another $25 each. While I was editing it, I put together a short trailer for my video. During the after-party, after I announced they were on sale, I put the tape with the trailer and selected scenes from my first video on the TV to help tease video sales.

Just as I thought, every copy sold out.

Thursday night John stopped by. He was some kind of consultant in Gate City. He worked in the same office building as Frank. John told Blaise that Frank told him everything I’d done for him. In my estimation, that was next to nothing. But John was impressed and wanted his own private show.

But Blaise had added the proviso that he be present and be allowed to watch. John had no problem with that. In fact, he thought it would be a turn-on. He actually wanted to see Blaise fuck my throat with the dildo. He even said he’d pay extra to have me cum on his face.

John was a completely different experience from Frank. He willing stripped down as soon as he walked through the front door and wanted the full show. He was wide-eyed and enthusiastic throughout.

He couldn’t keep his hands off his dick. He moaned loudly and often. It was almost annoying.

He came very quickly, but couldn’t wait for me to cum on his face. I had to speed up. Blaise squeezed some extra lube on my cock for me as I was stroking faster than usual.

When I felt my cum rising I jumped up and pushed into John’s face and jacked hard and fast. When I finally came I shot load after load onto his waiting, smiling face.

After he cleaned up, John handed Blaise $400 -- double our price plus a $100 tip.

The next day, Sean called me at 7 p.m. at home. It was unusual because private audience calls were supposed to go to Blaise at work during business hours. But, Sean introduced himself as the guy with the publishing company that had talked to me about my photobook.

“I want to come talk to you about publishing your book,” he said, sounding a little nervous. “We want to see if we can come to an agreement on a contract.”

“That’s great!” I said. “When do you want to get together? I’ll have to see about getting off work to come down to your office during business hours. But, --”

“No,” he cut me off. “That’s OK. I’ll be happy to come up to meet with you in person.

“In fact, that’s really why I’m calling. I heard you sometimes do -- uh -- private sessions.”

“Oh,” I was a little taken aback. “Sure. I do private audiences a couple nights a week. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I really like your deep-throat show,” he said, sounding a little reticent “I mean, I want to talk to you about the book, too. But, if we can -- sort of --”

“You want to mix business with pleasure?” I asked.

“Something like that. What’s the cost?”

“No problem. I usually charge $150 for a private show,” I said. “What are you doing Thursday night? Say, 7 p.m.?”

“That would be perfect!” He was enthusiastic now. “And, the money isn’t an issue.”

“What exactly do you want to see?” I asked. “How can I be prepared for your -- needs?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Is there something specific you want to see me do?” I asked. “I mean, besides deep-throat? Is there anything else you want to see? A favorite outfit? Most of my private audiences have favorites they want to see while they - uh - take care of their own needs.”

“Well, I - uh - I like seeing your butt plugs,” he said sheepishly.

“What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

“The white one really catches the light.”

“You’ve got it,” I said. “Do you want to watch me strip out of a particular outfit?”

“No. I don’t want to see anything except the butt plug. Is that all right?”

“You won’t see me wearing anything but a plug and smile,” I said. “Will you want to see me remove it?”

“Is that an option?” he asked excitedly.

“Of course,” I informed him. “Almost anything goes at the Lodge.”

“God, I’d love to watch you insert and remove it,” he said. “Is that extra?”

“Not for you.”

Sean rang the bell promptly at 6:55 Thursday. I answered the door completely naked, my cock already prepped to a half-hard state.

“God!” he exclaimed when he saw me. “It’s so amazing to have someone that looks like you answer the door completely naked.”

“I aim to please, Sean,” I said. “Come in and have a seat.” I directed him to the usual private audience chair.

“God, this is amazing,” he said.

I took his coat and offered him a drink. He asked for scotch. Rare, but I was ready for it.

I handed him a glass and sat on my chair right in front of him, pulling my legs up to give him an unimpeded view of my dick and balls.

“What can I do for you, Sean?” My eyes were drilling into his.

“I don’t know. I just know I wanted to see you naked with the plug,” he said. “I didn’t really think it through after that.”

“Undress, Sean,” I ordered him. “Take your clothes off and get yourself hard.”

He complied with my orders without question. When he was naked, I handed him my black leather collar.

“Put this on,” I demanded. “When you’re wearing this you’re my slave, my bitch. You’ll do anything I say. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” he said. “Absolutely!”

I don’t know how I knew. It just occurred to me that Sean liked, wanted, needed to be dominated. So here we are.

“Get on our knees, Sean!” He complied without question. I began stroking my cock. His eyes were locked on it.

“Now, what is your offer concerning my book?”

“We can publish it almost exactly as you’ve created it -- if you can provide the files. We’ll want to re-scan the photos. But, everything else will be almost exactly what you already have.”

“And...”

“We can give you twenty percent of all the profits,” he said.

“How much?”

“Thirty percent?”

“What do you expect it will bring in?” I asked, more than half-hard by now.

“We really can’t gauge this sort of thing,” he said, mesmerized. “We’ve actually never published an adult photobook.”

“So, it’s a gamble for both of us,” I said. “I want forty percent of the profits. You put up one-hundred percent of the cost at no penalty to me. You do the sales, promotion, and distribution. And, I get a hundred copies to sell at my shows at cost - payable after the sale.”

“Aw, com’on,” he whined. “Nobody gets that kind of deal. Even the major publishers aren’t that generous.”

“The major publishers don’t have my dick in their faces,” I said, pushing my now hard cock closer.

His eyes were wide staring at my dick inches from his face. I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“OK,” he said. “Whatever you want.”

“Suck this,” I instructed him, thrusting my clear crystal butt plug in his face. “Don’t worry; it’s been sterilized with alcohol.”

He hesitated for a second. But, leaned forward and engulfed the chrome bulb hungrily. I could feel his tongue swirling around it.

I pulled it from his mouth and turned around, pushing my ass in his face as I bent down.

“Push it in,” I ordered, handing him the plug between my legs.

I heard him gasp a little. But, he took the wet plug from my hand and I felt chrome push against my already lubed sphincter.

I barely felt the pressure as he inserted the toy slowly, carefully.

Once it was securely in place, I gave him a low moan and turned to face him again, my hard cock less than a foot from his wide-eyed face.

I looked down to see his own dick was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

“Do you want to cum, Sean?” I asked. “You look ready.”

“Oh, yeah! I really want to cum.” His eyes never left the head of my cock.

“Stroke yourself,” I commanded. “There’s lube on the table if you need it.”

He immediately grabbed his cock with one hand and started gliding it up and down without lube, without a sound, without taking his eyes off me.

“You’re being a very good boy,” I said. “I’m surprised. I didn’t expect you to be so willing.

“Maybe that deserves a reward. Do you want a reward, Sean?”

“Yes.” His voice was barely audible, hoarse, dry.

“Show me your cum,” I demanded, “and maybe I’ll give you that reward.”

He started jacking himself faster then. His breathing became harder.

“That’s it, Sean. Cum for me and I might let you taste my cock. Would you like that?”

He grunted what sounded like an affirmative answer. That set off a wave of groans and whimpers as his hand pumped his dick furiously. I threw the towel from the chair down on the floor in front of him just in time to catch his exploding, spurting cock.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Now, give me your mouth.”

He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock. I grabbed the back of his head and pumped in and out until I was breathing as heavily as he was and my cock was pulsing, ready to cum.

“Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?” I asked.

“Both,” he gurgled with my dick filling his eager mouth.

I resumed pumping and when the explosions started, I let the first, thickest wads fill his mouth. Then I pulled out and painted his face with white cum. Eventually, I wiped my oozing cock over his gooey face until there was nothing left to give him.

It was the first time any other man had tasted my cock. When I described the scene to Blaise later, he said he had no problem with me using whatever I had to in order to get the best deal possible.

In hindsight, this was the best deal I could have made. Eventually, my photobooks sold thousands of copies, selling out three print runs. To be honest, I knew that eventually my cock would be in another man’s mouth, hand or ass. At least, the first time it would result in a financial and promotional gain.

And, even though I had told Sean the cost of a private audience, I refused to take his money when we were finished. He left smiling and left me smiling at the deal I’d made.

Blaise scheduled one or two private shows each week. Some of them were repeat customers, like “John.” I assumed most of the names they gave me were fake. I came on John’s face about every other week. And, every time he paid double plus another $100 tip.

But, one of the most memorable private shows was one I did for Johnny in early November.

Johnny wanted me in street clothes -- jeans, shirt, tennis shoes. He wanted to see me undress as if we were on a date. Then he wanted us to watch each other jack off. He specifically said he wanted us to watch each other. He didn’t want to just watch me and maybe touch himself. He wanted mutual masturbation as if we were on a very safe date.

It was unusual because most private shows were based on my regular acts. The men just wanted to see their favorite acts in private so they could “join in” by taking care of themselves while they watched. And, part of the draw of my shows was that they could see something unusual, something they hadn’t seen before, whether costuming or unusual sex acts.

This guy just wanted a safe sex date.

I wondered if I should give him a little something unusual anyway. I asked Blaise if he thought I should wear a thong under my jeans as a surprise for Johnny.

“You’ll need to come up with something different,” he said. “He’s seen you in costume. He wants the every day you. It’ll be a turn-off if he sees you wearing any part of your costume.”

“So, if we were on a date, and you were going to see me undress for the first time, what kind of underwear would you find sexy?” I asked him. “What would you want to see me take off for you for the first time?”

“Well, I’ve always liked your little bikini briefs you wear,” he said. “They show a lot of skin; they’re sexy, and they’re normal underwear you can buy at Kmart.”

“That makes sense,” I agreed. “I might go buy a pack of smalls so they’re tighter and they show a little more.”

“I might like that, too.”

Two nights later when Johnny showed up, I was waiting in clothes I had worn to work one day the previous week. Actually, I probably would wear them in the morning. A pair of Levi’s, a blue button-down, and a pair of Nikes was a normal day for me. I assumed -- and Blaise agreed -- it would be appropriate for a casual date with a man or a woman.

Johnny was an inch or so taller than me, but very thin. His short brown hair was a little curly and unkempt. He was wearing roughly the same outfit as I. He smelled of cigarettes with a hint of pot.

I ushered him in and offered him a drink. He took a beer and sat in the towel-covered chair I used for all my private audiences.

“So, what do you do for a living, Johnny?” I asked. I wanted to give him time to drink his beer and loosen him up. His nervousness was more obvious than most.

He drank half of his beer in one long swig.

“Uh -- road construction,” he said. “Can we just go ahead -- and --”

“Sure,” I said and began unbuttoning my shirt.

He watched me pull it out of my jeans and drape it over my chair a few feet in front of him. He took another long guzzle of beer as I bent to untie my shoes and pull them off. He finally started unbuttoning his own shirt when I straightened back up.

He pulled his shirt out of his jeans, but didn't remove it. His thin chest was darkly tanned. He obviously worked outside. He looked back at me. I had been waiting to make sure he was watching before I pulled my jeans off.

When his eyes locked onto my hand on my jeans, I popped the button and slowly unzipped. I noticed then that his breathing was elevated. His chest was showing signs of sweat.

I pushed the denim down to reveal a white pair of bikinis that were nearly as tight as my trunks. Red pubic hair was peeking out from the top and both sides. My dick formed a bit of an arch pushing the tight cotton out.

I wasn’t even half-hard yet. Once I started growing, I would push right out of this tiny triangle.

I pushed my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.

“Stop there,” Johnny said hoarsely.

I sat back on the arm of my chair and assumed a modeling pose with one foot up in the chair to spread my legs and give him a good view of my barely covered crotch.

Johnny began rubbing his own groin through his jeans. I could see they already were tight. He finished his beer in one quick gulp while one hand squeezed and rubbed his hidden package.

He stared intently at my groin. In my current position, he could see into my bikini because of how much my now growing cock tented the tight fabric. Now that I was sitting, a generous portion of the back panel was between my cheeks.

Johnny set his empty bottle down and grabbed his jeans and practically ripped them open. Out jumped this enormous slab of meat that was easily nine inches long and nearly twice as thick as mine.

My eyes shot open in shock. I was barely able to keep quiet. But, I’m sure he noticed some kind of reaction. He must’ve been used to it.

“There’s a bottle of lube right there,” I pointed to the table beside him.

He began stroking himself with one hand and reached for the lube with the other.

He looked like a porn actor the way he so nonchalantly rubbed and stroked his massive cock. I could tell it was growing stiffer. But it never changed size. I didn’t envy him that. Of course, I would have paid real money for my erect dick to be that big. But, I didn’t want to have to carry that much around in my pants all the time.

“Do you want me to do anything yet?” I was feeling a little useless.

“Pull it out,” he said. “But, leave them on.”

I pushed the small triangle of fabric down below my balls, freeing my now half-hard cock. I began to stroke it lightly.

“Not yet,” Johnny said. He kept pumping his own thick meat at a moderate rhythmic pace, staring at my now bare cock.

“Hold it for me,” he said. “Just hold it around the base.”

I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, immediately feeling it begin to respond. Even without stroking it, it was starting to swell. Johnny seemed to know something about the slow burn that even I hadn’t tried.

I well knew that being the center of sexual attention was very erotic - even without being touched. But, this was different, even more subtle. I liked it.

Johnny’s speed was increasing with his breathing.

“Now,” he breathed. “Jack it. Let me see it hard.”

I began stroking, watching his hand and cock nearly as intently as he was watching me. I unconsciously matched his speed and found myself fully hard in seconds.

“Good,” he said. “Keep going. Just like me.”

I was in a trance, mesmerized by the movement of Johnny’s tanned hand rising and falling on his huge cock and his low, calm, breathy voice.

We sat watching each other masturbate for nearly twenty minutes. I was just beginning to feel my surge rising as Johnny suddenly moaned and began jacking his cock furiously. The sudden change was startling.

I sped up with him, but didn’t match his ferocity. If he wasn’t covered in lube, he would have started a fire.

Seconds later, he leaned back in the chair, arching his back in a pose that looked painful, if not humanly impossible. I watched a stream of white cum rise from his dick a full four feet in the air. It literally looked like he was pissing into the air.

He released only one long stream like that. And, somehow every drop of it landed on his chest. He dropped his heavy cock onto his belly and his hands and arms went limp. His breathing sounded as if he’d just finished a marathon.

Still, his eyes never left my groin. I continued pumping my dick.

“Finish,” he said. “I want to see it. I want to see your cum.”

I sped up a little and rolled my cock head, causing me to jump and grunt quietly.

“Yes,” Johnny said. “Let me hear you. I like to hear you.”

I let myself go then. Sometimes I hold back on being noisy. Now I let Johnny hear everything and gave him a little extra on the side.

He made generous use of the baby wipes I had on the table beside him while he continued to watch and listen to me.

He could tell I was close and sat up, leaning close to me.

“Cum in my hands,” he pleaded, holding out his cupped hands. “Please, let me have your cum.”

I stood up and made sure my dick was aimed over his hands. After his hypnotic behavior and how easily and quickly he seemed to take charge of my body and responses -- when that’s supposed to be my job, this attitude of neediness and begging was a complete turnaround. Suddenly, I was in charge again.

After rolling my palm over my head a few times, I couldn’t control my convulsions and my cum spewed out into his waiting palms. It looked like he caught every drop.

When the projectile cum subsided, I backed up a step, cum still oozing out and over my fingers.

Johnny held his hands up to his face and began lapping up my puddle of cum.

I had cleaned myself up and had my jeans back on before he was satisfied he had cleaned all of me off his hands.

He stood up and buttoned his shirt. I remained shirtless and offered him another drink.

“No, thanks,” he said. His tone was warmer now, more friendly.

I decided I needed one and popped the lid, leaning back on the arm of my chair.

When he stuffed his shirt back into his jeans and zipped and buttoned them, he reached into a front pocket.

“Here,” he said, extending his hand. “This is for you. That was amazing!”

“No,” I said. “You keep it. It was pretty amazing for me, too! Thank you!”

He looked at me with a strange expression. I got the feeling he wasn’t used to receiving, just giving.

Samuel and Evan came up to say they really enjoyed my show two days later. They’d never seen anything like that. I was really opening their eyes about things.

“We’re just sorry we can’t come to every show,” Samuel said. “We just can’t get away or even really afford it.”

“Well, I’m thinking about dropping the donation after the first of the year,” I said. “I’m getting so many people in here, I can get away with charging a little less.

“But, hold on just a minute.”

I called Blaise over.

“Take Sam and Evan to the kitchen and give them their money back,” I said. “They’re VIPs here.”

Their faces showed a little surprise. But, Blaise just had them follow him through the crowd.

A few minutes later they both made their way back to me to tell me they had to leave since they had to make up a cover story to get away in the first place. I told them they were welcome at any of my shows and they would always be considered VIPs, my special guests.

Two weeks later, just before I got naked, I was able to announce that my first photobook was being professionally published and would be available for purchase at book stores across the state and at my shows.

However, it was at that show that a new audience member I’d never seen approached me and asked if I remembered Johnny.

“Of course, I do,” I said. “How could I forget Johnny?”

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, but he killed himself last week,” he said.

It turns out he had AIDS, he said.

“He felt like there was no hope,” he said. “But, he had specifically mentioned how important you and your attention were to him.

“You made him feel like there was nothing wrong with him. You didn’t see him as sick or tainted.”

“How could I?” I asked. “I had no idea.”

“He said he loved how normal your ‘date’ made him feel,” Johnny’s friend said. “He hadn’t had a date of any kind since the diagnosis five years ago. You gave him the last hour of normalcy he had.”

I had to catch myself. The lump in my throat nearly choked me much worse than any dildo. I said a few words. I don’t remember what. And, immediately excused myself.

I had never imagined that my ridiculous performances would have an effect of any importance on anyone. To hear that I helped someone facing a death sentence - if only for a few minutes -- it was almost too much.

It took me a couple minutes to compose myself. Before heading back out to my audience. I made sure everyone raised a glass to Johnny before they left.