Sunday, May 11, 2014

Cock Whore

As I stated in my introduction I am a gay male slut.  A slut differs from a whore in at least one fundamental way.  A whore charges for what he or she offers and a slut does it just because they love the act.

As a member of Cum Temple I have been working on the various cum challenges offered by the site and one of the ones that intrigued me was to be a whore. To stage an event where the bottom charges and the top pays for sex.  Now their challenge is loosely worded.  It doesn't have to be money but the bottom must receive something (besides the wonderful load) from the top of value.

Without intending to complete this challenge, but knowing that I wanted to, I put my usual advertisement up on the casual encounters section of a popular classifieds site.  In the usual and expected email banter between myself and the respondent, this particular man decided to call me a whore.  Well, I thought to myself, I was going to offer my superb cock sucking skills for free but if you're going to call me a whore, I'm going to look at reaching for one of those Cum Temple cum challenges.  My response back to his "whore" remark was - Tell you what, my blow job will cost you $5. Now if you want it great, if you don't, great, but if you want to call me a whore I am all good with it, but you're going to pay something for the privilege.

To my amazement he agreed.  Now I know $5 isn't a lot of money and the object of this was to complete the cum challenge but my secondary object was to further still objectify my body in the act of sex.  I want to be objectified, used as part of the fulfillment process for another.  The moment he agreed to pay the $5 a new exhilaration came over me.  For the first time I had reached that new stage, the place where I really was being a whore for another man.  Without yet having met this man or having been used by him, I felt that wonderful feeling of objectification.  Now to fulfill the act and officially become the whore that I know I am inside.

The meet was scheduled for a few days later. I had spoken with this "John" and he had agreed to come for service a couple of times before and never showed up.  I was worried that this again would be another one of those times.  It was about 6pm in the evening and a regular black thug that likes to use my face, fuck and cum in my ass, and leave without saying a word was currently fucking my face when my "John" walked through the unlocked door.  As a good bottom and cock sucker I did not stop what I was doing but continued to service the wonderful cock in front of me.  The "John" was thrilled that another man was there getting serviced and he made a comment to that effect.

As my regular took his cock out of my mouth and turned me around to fuck me, my john walked up and shoved the $5 bill in my hand and pulled out his cock in front of my face.  "Whore", he said, "you need to get to work."  Now my regular dude likes to fuck about 10 minutes before dumping his load in my hole.  The "John" was grabbing the back of my head and shoving his cock in my throat muttering statements about what a "whore" I was and that he'd better get his $5 worth.  I was now getting both my mouth and ass fucked by two men - and I mean fucked. Both were using me without regard to anything but their own satisfaction.  They were totally focused on their needs, wants, and desires.  Nothing about this had anything to do with my pleasure and I was elated.  This was my place, the complete objectification of my body - it was all about them.

I wish I could say this went on for hours. I wish I could say it lasted any length of time at all, but alas it did not.  Within no more than 3 to 4 minutes they were both cuming inside me.  I felt my throat and ass being filled by that most precious of liquid - sperm.  My little spot of heaven ended nearly as quickly as it began. I was tasting one man's cum as the other's slowly oozed from my ass.  I felt like a cum rag as I licked the residual sperm of both of their cocks as they packed them away and headed out the door.

A few minutes later I pulled that $5 bill out of my pocket and just stared at it.  It was some of the most precious money I have ever received and I don't think I will spend it. I will keep it in my wallet as a constant reminder of that event - the first time I was a real whore. Then it hit me, Oh My God!  Nobody took pictures or a video for proof.  I am not going to be able to submit this to the cum challenge.  Well, I'm just going to have to do it again, soon.

Alas, I am a gay male whore too.