Finally I was naked and in spite of my fear, my cock was hard and standing straight out. "Oh, baby, you are a smoothie and a nice cut party size cock, too." He started to undress me and I stood there, both frightened and excited as he stripped my clothes from me, caressing my body as he did. He turned me around and held me out at arms length. He came up behind me and put his massive arms around me, his hands on my breasts, then down to my cock, exploring. I stepped into the center of the room and saw the bedspread was off the bed and a number of bottles and jars on the bed stand next to it. and in some sort of hypnotic move, I stepped in as he shut the door behind me. "Come right on in, sweet thing," He said as he waved me in. I guessed he was not getting what he really wanted at home. He was probably 30 years old, blonde hair and grinning from ear to ear. He was obviously a weight lifter, six feet 5 or taller, with monster arms and muscles. A big guy in gym sweats and a tank top quickly opened it. Six hours later, I was knocking at a door at the Hilton Hotel, my heart pounding. Let's go to my place and make a phone call." I My face was beet red as I looked into his smiling eyes.
"You can't make that kind of money banging some chick." "Man to man sex, good hot sex, easy sex, stay in college, pay your bills sex," He replied. "What kind of sex," I asked in a whisper? I needed the money so badly and any kind of sex would be better than beating my meat, wishing I had someplace else, any place else, to shoot my load besides my sink. " It isn't for anybody, you have to be special and you have to be willing to do some things, some sexual things, that you may be uncomfortable with.But you can earn your $500 in just one night, if you play your cards right" He sat back and smiled again. He drew close to me and whispered softly. My head snapped up when he said that and I looked at him anxiously, wondering if he held the answer to my problem. When I was finished, he smiled and said that he had had the same problems, but found a way out that had been paying for his college costs for almost two years. He sat down and listened as I told my tale of woe and looked genuinely concerned. I looked up and saw his concern, not realizing I had misery written all over me. I was sitting in the coffee shop, feeling sorry for myself when the fellow sitting at the next table, a neat guy about my own age, asked me why I was so blue.