Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas by Christopher Daniels Page A

expecting.

    “So what are you wanting to do today? What can you do?” I asked. I still had no idea how I was going to pull this off and try to give him at least some mild sexual satisfaction.

    “Well, I wanted to kiss you, have you touch me and suck my dick, and I want to fuck you. I don’t think I’ll be able to get fucked...” When he said that, I thought, I’m not even sure how we’re going to do the majority of what you just mentioned, let alone me fucking you. I guess it was going to be trial and error until he shot a load or at least until the clock said 4 p.m.

    “Would it be okay if we started with a light massage?” he asked.

    “Sure, that works,” I replied.

    “So what do you do back in Illinois?” I asked as I began to undress and get the body lotion out of my bag.

    “I’m actually studying to be a lawyer”

    “Wow, that’s impressive!” I couldn’t believe someone that had so many things going against him had the will and drive to become a lawyer. If I have a day where my face breaks out or my body dimorphism creeps up on me, and I feel hideous, I can barely get out of bed or leave my house without a hat on.

    Craig asked to be covered by the sheets on at least his upper body, and so he lied there as I spread some lotion on his legs and messaged them underneath the blankets. He closed his eyes and I could tell he already loved every minute of it. I couldn’t understand as a gay man, how you could go your entire life without sharing an intimate experience with another man, yet still know you were gay. As an escort, there were so many days where I felt oversexed and physically exhausted, and sometimes the thought of someone touching me or getting fucked, yet again felt like a bad hangover and literally made me want to throw up. Despite everything Craig had going against him, I could tell he didn’t want my pity, but my heart sank as I touched his lifeless legs. I couldn’t understand how he seemed pretty happy and content in his life despite not being able to do much of anything on his own.

    My hands went higher and higher on his legs and I could see as I passed his knees that the sheets and blankets were making a tent around his dick. Wow, I thought, I guess his equipment really does work! I continued to massage closer and closer to his balls until I finally took his dick in my hand and began to stroke it. So this is what a dick that hasn’t gotten off in years feels like.

    Although this session was already a little emotionally draining, I was intrigued by it all. I was in a room at the Luxor Hotel having sex with a virgin who had multiple sclerosis and couldn’t move his body. I wasn’t sure what made him choose the Luxor, as it is one of the least desirable places to stay on the strip. As I continued to massage him I asked why, and he told me that between his trip to Vegas with his caregiver and hiring me, the Luxor was all he could afford. That made my heart melt even more, and I felt guilty knowing I was going to take his money at the end of our session.

    I applied a bit more lotion to my hands and kept stroking his dick slowly. I’m not sure how close he was to cumming, but I wanted to at least try getting him through oral and anal sex so he could get his money’s worth and enjoy himself. I lifted up the sheets, took his dick in my hands, bent down to wrap my lips around it and began to suck. Instantly, he began to moan. Now I was curious. I had forgotten how a blowjob feels for the first time. I get one or give one almost every day, so it was interesting to see how someone his age reacts to getting blown for the first time ever. I went at it for a few minutes and tried my best to make it as sensual and enjoyable as possible.

    He asked if he could kiss me, and I said sure. Honestly though, I was debating whether this was something I was okay doing. Typically, I always kiss clients for a little bit, unless they stink like cigarette smoke, are missing teeth, or have terrible