Memoirs of a Man Whore Page 2

  Dupont circle was pristine. The buildings were old yet well kept and this was obvious even at night. Tall row homes of brick that were tightly fitted to one another stood side by side, aligning like links of a towering chain. There was no trash or evidence of pollution anywhere, It was sort of eerily peaceful. We began slowing down as Jim turned down one of side streets only about a mile from the White House. Another turn and then we came to a stop at Jim’s large grey painted row home. “Why don’t you get out of the car and wait for me in front while I park the car in the back alley.” I nodded and hopped out of the car, walking up the steps and waiting patiently at the top of the stoop.

  Jim suddenly darted from around the corner of the building and ran up the steps to unlock the door. We entered into a beautiful foiler that was bathed in bright white light that reflected elegant white marble floors. There was a beautiful crystal chandelier that sparkled and gleamed decadently overhead as we walked upstairs to the next level. I followed him through another white door emerging into a low lit living room which was calm and peaceful. The vaulted ceiling stood high against warm tan colored walls that stretched to brilliant white crown molding that encased the perimeter of the ceiling. The overhead gallery lighting created an ambience that felt like I was standing in a darkened art gallery. The dimmable spot light effect was easy on the eyes which helped me unwind and finally relax.

  I sat down on the brown leather couch and took a deep breath to collect my thoughts as I stretched my limbs outward, sinking even further back into the fleshy cushions. “What can I get you to drink?” Jim asked. It was about dammed time for one. “Vodka soda would be great” I called across the room watching Jim prepare two glasses of ice at the large bar. It lit up in a bright purple glow that illuminated from the edges and faded into an electric blue.

  “Welcome to my fuck pen” Jim said with a devilish grin before he pawed through a collection of glass bottles on the highest shelf of the bar. I looked around the whole room as he poured the alcohol over crackling ice cubes. He walked over to me with our drinks on a black metal tray that he placed onto the glass table in front of me. It was the strangest and most amazing coffee table I had ever seen in my life. “Thank you.” I was completely mesmerized by his artistic coffee table.

  It was a large clear glass slab supported by a heavy metal sculpture in the likeness of a human male. The metal man was made entirely of spider web-like metal wire that stretched over itself layer after layer creating the shape of a naked man. It was hauntingly lifelike. It felt as though there really was a man laying on his back being forced to use the bottoms of his forearms and his knees to support the table top for us. A human supported table which was totally creepy and weird. The wire man sort of reminded me of the famous David Statue. “This is the coolest coffee table I have ever seen in my life.” Jim chuckled as he took another swig from his glass.

  “So what do you mean this is your fuck pen?” I asked as I downed the last of my drink, sucking on a piece of ice. I sat the glass back down onto the tray. “I don’t even live here, this is just where I go to meet clients, or when I feel the need to isolate myself and disappear. It’s my private hideaway.”

  I was just starting to feel buzzed enough from the vodka to casually get up and grab another drink for myself without feeling awkward or stiff in my movements. I grabbed more ice from the refrigerator and poured a stiffer drink the second time around.

  We started off shallow in lighthearted conversation to get to know one another on some basic level. We shared similar tastes in music, so it was easy to take turns playing youtube DJ on Jim’s laptop. It didn’t take long before we were both downing more drinks and getting quite drunk, laughing like old friends. Our inhibitions were slowly disappearing.

  Once Jim had gotten less inhibited, he exposed his unabashed capacity for asking direct and sometimes scathing personal questions. “When was the first time you got fucked?” “How long have you been escorting?” “What turns you on?” “What do you fear the most?” “What was your upbringing like?” He asked me about my mother, my father, siblings, all the basic stuff a psychologist usually asks when they are establishing a relationship with a new patient. I can be pretty narcissistic so it was easy to indulge him since I have always loved being interviewed, and love being given a chance to talk about myself.

  After a while I was finally drunk enough to flip the script on Jim and ask him about my private version of the Whore 101 class. “So about this class,” I started as I sat my empty glass down on the table. Jim slid closer to me on the couch, removing the space between us, staring deeply into my eyes. “Tomorrow we can worry about all of that, but first I need to test your skillset to see where you fall on the learning curve, so to speak.” I smiled, “Oh you mean like an aptitude test?” I totally knew what he was doing. “Well yes, aptitude, attitude, capacity, and capability. I need to know for myself as your teacher what you can do. I have to experience what you think makes you a potentially amazing whore, because not everyone is meant to be a whore.”

  I suddenly turned my attention to his crotch. I had periodically scoped his large bulge throughout the whole evening. It didn’t take much longer before it was steadily swelling larger in size once he noticed my downward stare. I could tell that he was huge before going out on a limb to make the first move. I slid my hand over his pant leg to feel the bloated shaft of meat that was concealed beneath thick denim. The rigidity of his constrained penis made me salivate. I leaned in and kissed him slowly, feeling the length of his shaft, trying to find the big swollen mushroom head that seemed so much closer to his knee than I realized.

  We let go of politeness and self-composure as our animal instincts were quickly taking the wheel of control. Temperature rising between the two of us in an arid mist of hot and heavy air as we kissed and groped each other. Our bodies mingling together furiously, we lifted our shirts up and over our heads and tossed them onto the floor. We kissed sloppily and wetly, the intensity growing as passions were unfolding. We unfastened our belts and ripped each others pants off, casting them to the ground. “Bedroom” was all he needed to utter before we stumbled excitedly over our pile of clothes and down the hall, to the fuck chamber. I sat down on the edge of his bed as he stood before me with his crotch in my face. There was a large wet stain forming on the front of his silk underwear where the bulge of his mushroom tip was drooling. I was eager to taste his precum. I yanked down his briefs freeing his dick from its constricting cotton prison. His beautiful cock bounced out stiffer than wood. It was like a spring loaded swollen banana on steroids. I jumped in throating it perfectly all the way down to the hilt until my lips tickled his ball sack. “Fuck yeah boy, down that dick!” I bobbed slowly up and down on his engorged penis flawlessly swallowing it down entirely without gagging, proudly showcasing just one of my many sexual skills.

  With my mouth full of cock, I moved my body carefully into the classic all 4’s position, arching my back as he reached down and massaged both of my muscular ass cheeks like two sour dough rounds. He shook them with both hands, making them bounce. With an open hand he delivered a stinging smack on my right ass cheek forcing his meat pole further down my throat. I was forced to breath from my nose since my throat airway was obstructed with hard cock. I started to drooling out of the corner of my mouth as hot tears were welling in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. He slowly started fingering my asshole while I lowered my weight down through my chest, still holding my plump ass in the air. I used my right hand to spread my ass apart, visually displaying my hungry hole for Jim. He leaned over me and stuck his face into my ass , and began making out with my asshole. I loved the fact that he rimmed ass even more aggressively than he kissed.

  He lifted his chest upward again, towering over me as I laid down on my stomach. He grabbed me by the neck and lifted my reddened wet face to meet his devilish grin, and looked me deeply in the eyes. “You are mine boy.” He growled. “Turn around on all fours so I can fuck you like the dog that you are.” Obey
ing his orders without hesitation I turned away and got into position. He came up from behind shoving my face down into the pillow, arching my back in compliant response. I let out a muffled yelp into the pillow as he backed up and dove face first into my ass again. His scruffy unshaved face and goatee tickled with just enough scratch to send tingles up and down my spine. He munched on my hole even deeper, circulating the rim of my pink hole with his extended tongue until it was halfway inside of me. Our synergetic chemistry was reaching the boiling point. The only way to relieve the burning anger of his throbbing cock would be to plunge deep and hard into my warm welcoming asshole. He slowly drooled a fat glob of saliva onto his glistening dick before he slowly yet forcefully entered me. He got the large mushroom head inside after some finesse, and paused momentarily before he continued to push forth. He slid another couple inches further inside of me, slowing down to feel the walls of my tight second sphincter give up all resistance until finally, he stretched open my second hole, burying himself completely inside of me. He flexed his boner, stretching me even more as his balls clacked and slapped against mine. The impact sent a powerful sensation of sheer pleasure up my spine, vibrating through my gut and into my stomach. I bit the pillow hard, and relaxed my hole as much as I could to accommodate the monster that was stretching me wide open. The intensity was almost too much to endure, but I held on and cried into the pillow. He was so far inside of me. He flexed his cock several more times. Each pulsation made it grow bigger like a balloon. Every time he flexed, it forced me to open wider and wider. There was a false sense of relief once he began pulling out, slowly stopping at the mushroom tip. He paused for a second before plunging it back in into the depths of my bowels. In and out as I sobbed like a bitch from the rhythmic pounding. He pulled out entirely periodically and I could feel the void he had created inside of me, gaping wide. He slid back inside with considerably ease, fucking me faster and faster until I almost ejaculated without even touching my dick. I felt like I was going to be split In two. I was almost about to tell him to stop since I was getting sore when suddenly he belted out a loud growling baritone, “UGGHGHHHHHHHHH” that shook the walls of the house. Thank god. I grabbed my cock and immediately joined in, “IIIIIIIAAAAAAOOOOOO,” my visceral shout started as his was still tapering off, shooting my load all over the sheets beneath me as I grunted and squealed like a fucking pig into the wet pillow. My anus convulsed, twitching and clamping down at the exact moment that Jim was about to erupt in a violent orgasm. He scrunched his face and I smiled at the ridiculous facial expressions he made while he coated my internal organs with huge ropes of hot cum that splattered all over my inner rectal walls. Out circulatory systems seem to synchronize. I clenched my hole around him in order to milk every last drop of his sweet semen. Lost in a dizzying act of wild hedonistic pleasure, intoxicated by his bodily fluids that were all over and inside of me.

  Muscles relaxed as we naturally embraced one another, enjoying a shared maudlin minute. Post coital cuddling has always disgusted me but some guys have been able to make me say completely otherwise and Jim was one of them. Jim sat up and positioned himself over me, slowly kissing my shoulders moving up my neck, kissing the back of my head.

  Suddenly my moment of calm changed as things suddenly started to get weird. He continued kissing up and down the length of my neck, slowly introducing nibbles that included his teeth. He bit down harder as he moved up my neck and closer to my throat and chin. He slid up much closer to my jugular before sinking his teeth deeper into my flesh. “Ok maybe he is just giving me a hickey” I thought before allowing myself to feel completely alarmed. He bit down even harder onto my neck before I could feel him clenching his teeth, locking my skin in a gripping bite. Suddenly the playful sting began hurting more and more.

  My heart started jumping as fear finally began setting in, adrenaline about to take complete control over me. His bite was now hard enough to leave marks, and it felt like he was close to drawing blood. I made a sound that clearly indicated pain, but he covered my mouth with his hand as he held his teeth clenched onto my skin. This was way past the time to set a boundary, but I didn’t know what to do. It would have been weird to set a boundary after he already impregnated me with his seed, also the fact that he had pinned beneath his large naked frame. Finally he relented his jaw grip enough to pull away from him. I was bewildered and dizzy as the rush of the blood in my jugular flowed free again. He leaned forward pressing his weight against my back one more time and with his mouth to my ear whispered “I have a cannibalism fetish.”

  I didn’t know what to think. Disbelief, fear, confusion all danced together within the chaos of my headspace. The terror to think of what horror this guy could be capable of doing to my body was terrifying. Was he kidding? Holy fuck is this the way it ends? The idea was so eerie I couldn’t even move. Suddenly my heart was pumping faster, my blood filling with adrenaline as he continued gnawing on the back of my head. My body hair was standing on end as he chewed his way up the orbital bone until he was masticating my scalp from above me like a hungry dog chewing on an old chicken bone. Oh my god, Jeffrey Dahmer’s hot little brother is going to make me a human sacrifice. Oh why didn’t I listen to my mother all those years ago about stranger danger? My head started spinning from the alcohol that was metabolizing within my gut, feeling the adrenaline pushing its way through my veins. It was coming, fight or flight? Fight or flight?

  Without another moments time to physically react, he wrapped his meaty arm around my throat, locking me in a sleeper hold from behind. Tighter and tighter he squeezed his muscular arm around my neck. Trying to wriggle free proved useless, he had me pinned beneath his weight immobilized, too drunk to escape the stranglehold that Jim had over me. Struggling against him only forced his grip tighter on my throat. My face turned blue as my head started to spin even faster. My extremities began losing sensation, becoming completely numb from the rapid loss of oxygen. Surrendering all resistance my whole body went completely limp as I accepted my fate. Asphyxia was setting in as everything started to fade, as reality became a hazy blur before falling backwards into the black murky nothingness of unconsciousness.

  Like a fire alarm going off I woke up in panic. In a quickening jolt, I jumped up in a violent gasp for air grabbing at my throat and thrashing my limbs. I awoke in a state of terror entangled in sheets completely alone. I took several deep breaths as my waking mind slowly regained consciousness again. A split second of confusion about where I was turned even worse when I remembered what had happened the night before. I was thousands of miles away from home in a stranger’s bed.

  “Oh yeah” The memory wasn’t so terrifying since no damage had been done and all of my body parts were still intact. Entangled in the dirty sex stained sheets of Jim’s California king bed, the rush of a mood so violently happy took control, simply glad to still have my life and my body. Don’t you just love those mornings where you awaken thrilled that you are still alive? I know I do, and this was one of them.

  There was a confusing cocktail of emotions swirling in my heart and head piecing together the memories of the night prior. The memory held at its base an element of creepy, with a scoop of terror and a sprinkle of trauma, topped with a cherry of eroticism. It was equally unnerving as it was erotic for me to acknowledge the strange sexual arousal arising that haunted my psyche, mentally mulling over my analysis about my first night with Jim.

  It was not necessarily fear that sexually drove me, I think it was the fact that he dominated me completely and nobody had ever done that to me before. Or maybe it was the fear factor? Or both. Hard to say for certain because either way I usually hate the idea of relenting control but this was the first time anyone had ever forced himself onto me. Not knowing how to feel about it, it took me a long time before coming to grips with any sort of cognitive realization. Sometimes it is fun to play the role of giving up control, that is the ultimate trust exercise. Simple as that.

  The front door suddenly slammed shut and the the bed
room door creaked open. In walked a completely different Jim than yesterday. This was not the same beast who ravaged me only hours ago. It was a shyly innocent and smiley Jim again, greeting me sweetly with coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Sweet. I shook my thoughts off about the whole thing.

  “What do you hope to accomplish for the day?” he asked. “Umm…let me think.” I was still processing the personality shift of Dave but I let it go. We were scheduled to meet our client at 9 pm so we had the whole day available to do whatever we pleased. “Well I really wanted to get my picture in front of the White house, and hopefully see the monument up close too. Lincoln memorial maybe?” “Ok, thats it? Well if that’s what you want to do, lets make it happen!” He darted off into the next room and started the shower. I followed him back into the bathroom that was decorated in mosaic tile work that refracted different shades of blue and green. The hot steam pouring from the shower was welcoming, stimulating my skin as it slowly filled the room. I opened the glass shower door to join Jim. He turned around and embraced me under the cascading water as we showered together giggling like teenage boys, taking turns slapping each other’s asses and cracking corny jokes about soap being dropped. “Everything you want to see is within walking distance, so this probably wont take up much of our time. If you want to see more, or something inspires you just let me know.” I like the kinder Jim better maybe? I jumped out of the shower and dried myself off, staring at the teal sea colored tiles that covered the far bathroom wall. We both got dressed and left his house, stopping by a local cafe along the way.