Confessions of a Gay for Pay

23-year-old straight boy Jason will sleep with anybody --- as long as the guy's willing to cough up the cash! But when a creep client robs him roadside, Jason finds himself stranded in Middle Of Nowhere, Illinois. And before he gets back home, this gay-for-pay hustler will find out what it's like to go gay for REAL...

WARNING: this 10,000 word short story is for ADULTS ONLY due to EXPLICIT gay content! Contains oral, anal, masturbation, rimming, swallowing, condom play, and outdoor sex.

Excerpt:

I couldn't stand it any longer.

Brandon," I said, stepping closer and leaning upwards.

"Huh? What are---"

I cut him off with a kiss.

For a second, the big lug seemed shocked. Then Brandon's mouth engulfed my tongue.

His broad hands wrapped around me, pulling me in closer to his powerful warmth. My tank top-clad chest pressed firmly into his Oxford shirt. My arousal raged obscenely as I pressed myself closer and closer.

Brandon's hands roved lower, testing the firmness of my butt-cheeks through my scandalously thin shorts.

Squeezing each globe gently --- then harder---

I wasn't wearing any underwear and I was sure Brandon could feel it... I didn't care what he thought, though; I was too entranced, too lost in the realization of what it really meant to be attracted to a big strong sweet dude like him.

Our tongues lashed at each other so fast and hard that it seemed we'd never slow down. I don't know how long we were submerged in that hot, eternal moment --- I just know I kissed Brandon so long and hard I saw stars.
I pulled away, took a deep breath --- grinned, tugged him back --- kept kissing. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him.

I'd never felt anything like this for a guy before... So what the hell was happening to me?