Tonight, however, instead of a twenty , there was $100. And a note

Call me 212-###-%%%%.

What the Hell.

And when he called, the voice answering asked curtly

„Do you want a warm bed and clean sheets?“

„Hot showers? Cold beer?“

„Coffee like you want it in the morning?

Yes. Yes and Yes

„Come to this address______\\___________. Ring the buzzer twice . Show your face in the camera, then your cock. I will buzz you in“

So it began that first day. Jo-Jo would be a live-in bottom to a top with money, lots of it.

And maybe the dirtiest mind this side of Attica.

When he got to the penthouse, the door opened and a voice without a speaker asked,

„Why are your clothes still on? The elevator is the place to get naked.“

„Remember that if you ever leave and come back.“

„Put your clothes in that sack in the chair“

„Bend over , spread your ass cheeks, let me see that butthole again. Jo-Jo, intrigued by the prospect of sex , without the hustle, complied.

„Get down like a doggy, then wriggle your ass, for a trick that wants your hole and you.

All of sudden, this felt like an easier way to eat, sleep, you know, get by in life.

Head down, ass up on the floor of the entry foyer, he felt hands spread his ass cheeks. And a shot of something squirted up his hole. Then a finger, then two worked their way in probing, flexing , teasing, until that fat dick plunged inside, rocking in and out , until he felt the cum squirt out and the cock leave. His own cock, hard and throbbing, yearned for release.

„Get on your back and pump that meat. Let’s see you shoot that load“

Jo-Jo obeyed and he felt the cum surge, landing all the way to his tits.

„Keep your eyes closed.“and a towel dropped on his cum- spattered torso.