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“50, as usual?”
Quickly nodding his head he was quite thankful to get out of the cold and into the warm car. Mr. D, as Tom called him, was one of his regulars. Always wanting a blowjob. Looking at Mr. D's ring once again Tom wondered if his wife just wasn’t any good at sucking cock or if Mr. D wasn’t ready yet to admit he was gay and it was actually more than a blowjob that he’d actually wanted.
In silence they drove around a little until Mr. D pulled into the usually empty parking lot. Without hesitation Tom leaned over unzipped his customer and started. It was his seventh year at this job and by now he’d gotten used to it. After all this paid his food and clothing and the occasional luxury if he had a generous customer. At first he had felt bad for earning his money this way but gradually he’d gotten used to it. Playing and singing on the streets of New York wasn’t nearly as good to earn money.
It was quite simple really. He only had two rules: he wouldn’t swallow and no sex without condom.
Knowing Mr. D was ready to cum Tom grabbed a hanky from his pocket as he pulled off just in time to collect the sticky seed.
Ten minutes later Mr. D dropped him off at his usual spot with $ 70. Not bad for a start.
He hated those freezing winter nights and it was only the start of the season. He hated December. The whole city was decorated so festive. It almost felt as if the entire city wanted to mock him as he hated Christmas.
Unfortunately for him the rest of the night was quiet and when he barely felt his toes anymore he headed towards the park and his home which was a dark underpass which he shared with two others. At least they had a fire.
The next day wasn’t better – not much anyway. $ 150 for a quickie with a new customer obviously a tourist. The only thing he hated about his job was that it never was about him. The guys always fucked him but as soon as they’d cum it was over no matter how close he was, although nowadays he rarely got hard anymore anyway.
One week till Christmas, which always was a weird time and you had to be rather careful in which car you’d get as normally just some strange loners were around then and one of his colleagues had disappeared on Christmas eve last year and hadn’t been seen since.
So Tom always was suspicious at this time of year.
Three days to Christmas and it was fucking freezing. The weather forecast had even warned about a blizzard. Hopefully he’d be back in his “home" when it hit. But as he hadn’t had a single customer that far he’d have to wait a bit longer.
“Fucking great!” The first snow flakes were falling and Tom nearly would have gone home when he saw a very familiar car come closer. He only had two customers he looked forward to seeing. One was Rudy a young student not having time for a boyfriend and the one pulling up next to him now.
The window was lowered and Tom leaned into the car. “Good evening, Mr. Senator.” Tom grinned from ear to ear.
“Hi, Tom. You look cold. I know a place nice and cosy.”
Chuckling Tom opened the door and got in. Tonight he wouldn’t be sleeping on a cardboard box.
“How long have you been out here?” The Senator asked as he turned up the temperature when he’d noticed Tom was shivering.
“Don’t know. About two hours probably.”
“You really shouldn’t be out at this weather anyway, you know.”
“Yeah. But sitting on my ass won’t get me any money, Mr. Senator.”
“How many times, Tom?! Just call me Brian.”
“I can’t as I’d only have to think of that movie The Life of Brian and I’d have to laugh.”
“Idiot.”
He always teased him with that and they had a few good laughs from it. Tom’s expression darkened as they passed the Radio City Music Hall and the ridiculous decoration.
“What is it, Mr. Grinch?”
With a smile on his face he punched him lightly and soon they were driving into the underground gar park of the Senator's ridiculously expensive apartment building.
Once in the flat Tom took off his jacket and shoes.
“So I’m your first one tonight?” Hugging Tom from behind the Senator cupped his crotch gently massaging him.
“Yes. But I’d still like to take a hot shower, if that’s alright.”
“Only if I’m allowed to join you.”
Usually he showered to wash away any traces of other men as the Senator didn’t like it but that day he was just fucking freezing.
Once under the hot water the Senator quickly sank to his knees and sucked Tom’s cock into his mouth. No other customer did that. And with the Senator Tom always knew he’d be taken care of as well. He felt good around him, he even had told him about how he’d become a whore and their dates usually ended with the Senator asking him to move in with him. Tom didn’t think it was meant seriously and considering the man's – married man's – position it surely wasn’t.
Soon Tom came down his throat and a bit later they finished their shower. The Senator wrapped him in a fluffy towel and grinned. “I’ll just order dinner then you can reciprocate, darling.” He’d always call him that and once the older man had admitted to him that he always fantasized about them being boyfriends and that he wasn’t married. For those few hours every now and then it was just them. No pressure from anywhere.
The Senator was sitting on the sofa turning on the telly when Tom let the towel fall and sank down on the floor in front of him.
“You don’t mind if I watch the news, do you?”
“No. Not at all.” For the Senator Tom also broke one of his rules. At first he hadn’t swallowed but when the Senator did Tom felt that he had to as well. Deep-throating his customer's cock he soon felt his seed run down his throat.
“Shit. I can never get enough of your blowjobs, darling.”
Tom nearly said “Then just pick me up more often" but remembered just in time that the Senator hated it to be reminded that Tom was just a whore and just doing his job. Sitting on the sofa Tom spread his legs as he knew what his favourite customer liked. He had actually bought a new, bigger ring for his lorum piercing and wondered if he’d noticed already. Most customers didn’t even touch him there never mind look at him that closely but the Senator did and when the news were over his eyes went to the younger man’s piercing.
“Is that new?”
“Yes. And you’re the first one to see it. What do you think?”
Leaning closer the Senator reached for it with his fingers. “It’s quite thick. I love it, darling.”
Right then the phone rang and the porter informed them that their food had arrived.
The blizzard was going full force when they finished eating and Tom couldn’t help staring out the window. Hopefully his stuff would still be there and not blown away by the storm.
“What are you thinking?” The older man wrapped his arms around him from behind.
“I think...” Tom looked at him over his shoulder “...that you often pick me up when the weather is horrible.”
“What?”
“Well, last winter you came around when the big cold was coming. Three nights in a row.” Why hadn’t he noticed that earlier?
“I just didn’t want you to freeze to death out there.”
“You shouldn’t worry about me.”
“If I knew you stayed at home and weren’t out there, I wouldn’t.”
“Hmm.” He didn’t tell him that he was outside anyway but instead cuddled into him.
“Let’s go to bed, darling. I want to make you feel good.”
Tom always prepared himself in a public toilet before going to work. Early on he’d learned – the hard way - that his customers wouldn’t do it. But with the Senator it was different. They usually would spend hours until they did anything as the older man tried to ignore what Tom was, that was also why he insisted that he’d prepare his lover.
It felt good to lie in the big comfortable bed and watch the storm outside while a lubed up finger was slowly thrusting in and out of him. Taking his time the Senator also occasionally caressed Tom’s dick or played with his piercing.
“Do you think I should get a Prince Albert piercing? It surely would look good?”
“No, darling, don’t. You’re perfect the way you are. You’ve got the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen, don’t ruin it with some stupid metal.”
Tom actually hated his penis for several reasons and thought that a piercing might change that.
The Senator made sure to brush over his prostate every now and then and when three fingers were inside Tom his dick was rock hard.
“Darling? Would you show me your little trick?”
Chuckling Tom nodded. Only two men had seen his trick: the Senator and the guy whose fault it was that he’d become a whore.
Quickly moving around the Senator helped him lift up his back and basically bend him in half. Pressing Tom’s hips downwards lightly he also penetrated his hole again with his fingers as the younger man opened his mouth and sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Originally Tom had discovered that he could do this as a dare when he’d been 16. And when the Senator had wanted to try a new position one day, Tom had ended up being bent in half with his dick hanging just above his mouth. He had stretched his neck and sucked at himself which had gotten him a more than generous tip.
Now the Senator sometimes wanted to fuck him that way although the position wasn’t too comfortable for Tom but he loved it nonetheless.
The older man got up on the bed bracketing Tom’s bend body between his legs before entering his young lover with his cock. They both moaned at the intrusion and as the Senator started his thrusts Tom sucked harder at his own dick.
Tom still had the taste of his own seed in his mouth when the Senator had fallen asleep cuddled to his back. Staring out into the heavy snowfall Tom’s thoughts went back to the day he’d first discovered his skill.
They were naked in his room exploring their bodies when Chris suddenly laughed at Tom’s sitting position.
“You’re almost like one of these contortionists. Maybe you should go to the circus. I bet you could even suck your own cock!”
They’d been drinking a little and feeling bold Tom lay back and brought his legs up doing the candle position briefly before letting his legs fall backwards over his head. His cock was dangling above his head like that just a little out of reach.
“Shit, baby, I was just kidding, you know.”
Knowing that he could shift positions still a little Tom grinned at his first love. “What do I get if I actually manage to suck myself off?”
Chris chuckled “Whatever you want.”
“Cool. Then you’ll invite me to the steakhouse.”
“Okay. And if you don’t I get to fuck you all night.
Tears were running down Tom’s cheek at the memory of the happiest time in his life. It hadn’t lasted too long, however.
Suddenly he couldn’t lie there anymore next to his customer. It somehow felt wrong. Getting up he stepped to the window looking out into the dark night where the storm was raging. Some lube ran down his thigh and he shuddered. What was he doing?
He’d often doubted his career choice. But did he really have a choice? With no education and no money? Despite having sex for money wasn’t the worst. He liked having sex.
“Hey, darling? Everything okay?”
Turning his head he looked at his customer for the night. He was paid to make them feel better. There was no room for his problems. Nobody really cared for him anyway. And that was the worst.
“Sure. Just the storm’s keeping me up.”
“ Come back to bed, darling. Let’s cuddle.”
Everything was covered in a thick mantel of white. There were huge snowbanks in the street below and Tom once again wondered if his stuff had survived the storm. It was still snowing quiet heavily and there was nobody on the normally so busy streets. The Senator was still sleeping but soon would be up. Depending on his schedule he’d fuck him again before sending him his way. Well, at least he wouldn’t be hungry over Christmas.
Tom nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone suddenly rang. The Senator shifted lightly in bed before reaching for his phone. “Hello?” Slowly sitting up he looked at the empty bed beside him before his eyes landed on the naked man standing by the window.
“Until when?... I see. And there’s no other way?... Well, Rosie won’t like that.... See you next week then. Merry Christmas, Danny.... Thanks.” He hung up and put his phone down before turning towards Tom. “Looks like we’re snowed in.”
“No wonder if you look out there.”
Slowly getting out of bed the Senator joined him wrapping his arm around his middle. “Jesus. Well, do you have any plans for Christmas?”
“You know that I hate the holidays.”
“ Yes, although you’ve never told me why, darling.” He kissed the younger man’s shoulder. “So? Are you staying?”
“I don’t want to bother you celebrating the holidays.”
“You won’t. I don’t even have a tree. And no food actually. But as I won’t get home to my wife until the 26th it seems, I don’t want to be alone either. So what do you say? $ 1000.”
Well, that was a lot of money. “Ahm, okay. But that’s too much.”
“No discussion. Besides I’m planning to use up every cent.” Another kiss to Tom’s neck. “Can you start making breakfast while I call Rosie and tell her the bad news?”
“Sure.”