QColumn: A Gay In The Life: The Oldest Profession

The Oldest Profession
By Steve Prince
Domingo looked at me and smiled.
I swallowed so hard that I thought he could hear it. My mouth was incredibly dry and it felt like butterflies with gladiator armor thrashing inside of my stomach.
There he stood in front of me, completely naked, his thick uncut cock hanging from his pelvis like warrior at rest.
I looked at his smile. Goddamn it was a cute smile.
Wait a minute… was I really doing this? I mean, really… me? Paying for sex? When have I ever had to pay for sex? I looked at Domingo in disbelief. Well, when have I ever slept with anyone this beautiful and ripped? That answer was easy… never.
Don’t get me wrong, Peter was a fit guy, but nothing like Domingo. Domingo’s body was a model’s body, like Tyson Beckford or Chris Evans. It was ridiculous.
“Um,” I said, “I have to be a bit honest… um, yeah.” My eyes searched around as if something familiar might remind that I wasn’t dreaming. “This is kind of new for me.”
Domingo raised an eyebrow. “You are nervous,” he said, his accent as thick as his dick.
He leaned down and cupped my chin in his hand. He kissed me. In fact, he kissed me very tenderly. He stood back up and smiled, that gorgeous smile. He shifted his weight and as he did every muscle in his thighs seemed to ripple like a crowd performing the wave at a baseball game.
“Are you nervous now?” he asked.

It took me a second to realize that I wasn’t. I was hard though, incredibly hard in fact.
I shook my head no. He smiled and pulled me up to him. With the back of his hand, he pressed my lips into his. This time his tongue parted my mouth; Domingo moaned and inhaled letting the air suck between our lips. We kissed one another passionately. So passionately that I didn’t even notice he had unbuttoned my shirt, but suddenly there it went, sliding off my shoulders and onto the floor. Damn, this guy is a professional. I felt like a cheerleader who didn’t feel her bra being undone.
I could feel is dick stiffening against me. He felt so engorged and alive. My mind flashed to the image of me sucking his cock. Oh God, I love sucking cock. I began to lower but he caught me.
“Not jet,” he said with a smirk. He lowered himself to his knees and his face looked at my crotch as he began to unbutton my jeans. My dick was so hard it popped out like a Jack-in-the-box; I’m surprised it didn’t go “booing”.
He licked my tip and shivers ran through my body. “Get on the bed,” he commanded.
I was so antsy and keyed up I almost leapt into the goddamn bed. I rested on my back. He crossed over me into a push-up position. He held himself up as he lowered his head and kissed me again. He moaned and lowered himself on top of me, as our bare dicks touched. He began to grind his body against mine.
A wave of new feelings flooded my brain. I felt that I was on sensory overload. Never before had I felt such a hard body against me. His muscles seemed to ripple on top of me like waves. My hands reached around and grabbed his ass—his rock hard ass. His butt cheeks seemed to dance under my hands and his thrust his pelvis deeper against mine. I felt myself pre-cumming.
And then I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to feel his body. I pushed him on his back and straddled him. I took a breath and looked at his body. I felt like I was Lewis or Clark; an explorer about to venture into new territory. His body truly was a temple. Tentatively my hands explored his broad smooth chest. I was almost afraid to touch him; he was like a sculpture that might break. I leaned down and kissed his neck. He smelled of rosemary and sweat.
My lips traveled from his neck to his collarbone, and finally his chest. I licked it greedily and swirled my tongue around his nipples.
“Mmm, Papi,” he hissed through a tight mouth.
As I kissed his chest my fingers clutched one of Domingo’s arms. His tricep was so hard it could have cut me. It’s funny but as I first felt of Domingo, I thought he was flexing, but now I realize that he was just that fucking buff. My tongue trailed down to his stomach and finally I found my way to his cock.
As soon as my mouth engulfed his dick, Domingo began moaning. I could feel him stiffen more as my tongue hugged his shaft. He moaned louder. He was so vocal! For a second, doubt crept in. Was this an act? I mean, is this part of what I’m paying for? Was Domingo really into me or was he just playing the part? Is he really that into this?
I began to deep throat Domingo and pushed the thought from my mind. He sighed softly and grabbed the back of my head shoving my nose into his pubic hair. Then his hands grasped the side of my head.
“Come here,” he said, lifting me from his groin. Then he kissed me.
As he sat up in bed I straddled him and he wrapped his arms tightly around me.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said.
Really? Like he had to ask?
One minute and a condom later, Domingo—sitting on his knees—lifted my legs onto his shoulders as he entered me.
I gasped as he inched forward. It took sometime; he was a big guy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I kept trying to relax.
“Ah,” he said as he pressed himself all the way in. He began to move back and forth and shivers ran through my body. I looked up at him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was watching an Adonis fuck me. Seriously, I felt as if the statue of David was plunging his self inside of me. It was an out-of-body moment and something I had never experienced so much during sex. I watched Domingo look at my face and body while he fucked me. Why did this feel so surreal? The curiosity in me began to wonder why I felt this way, when suddenly I could feel the corners of my eyes starting to swell.
Steve, what the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck are you going to cry? I pushed the emotion aside. Instead I focused on his body, his beautiful face, and that gorgeous smile.
Finally he moaned and pulled out. He ripped the condom off and came on my stomach. With a sigh, he fell beside me on the bed and wrapped his leg around mine. He kissed my neck, as I listened to the cars pass by on the street.
It was quiet for a while before he spoke.
“Can I stay here?” he said, “wit chu?”
“You mean sleep here?” I asked surprised.
“Jes,” he said as he snuggled up against me.
I smiled and we both feel asleep.
Four hours later I awoke to a hard dick poking up against my leg. Domingo still had himself wrapped around me and he was nibbling on my ear.
“Hello,” I said with a stretch and a yawn.
“I want chu again,” he said and he kissed me.
We made love again. And I say “made love” because that’s how it felt. No, I’m not saying I’m in love with a male escort. I’m just saying that there was a connection. Was it forced because I paid for it? Maybe, but still I felt something.
In fact, I think we both felt something and that’s what freaked me out. As we lay there the second time—after we both had came—I wondered to myself why I had almost cried earlier. And then it hit me… I never thought this would happen.
I’ve never been the pretty guy. And no, I’m not fishing for compliments I’m just stating what is. As a musical theater-loving gay, I remember always wanting to play the handsome leading men because they—to me—always had the best songs and they were so admired. Yet, ironically enough, I NEVER got those parts. I was always cast as the funny, dorky sidekick. Basically, I wanted to be Dean Martin, but the fact is I’m Jerry Lewis. Now my ability to make people laugh is one of my most prized qualities. I cherish it because it’s me and I love me.
Still, Domingo was the guy… or rather the guys that I had always put on the pedestal. We’ve all seen them, these young, handsome men that seem to capture the perfect balance between homosexuality and masculinity. They flood West Hollywood like ants on a hill. But now this night with Domingo changed everything. I had “achieved” that perfection per se. Yes, I paid for it, but Domingo can’t be that good of an actor. I won’t forget watching his face looking at me while he fucked me. Looking at me… I was the one turning him on. I could see it in his eyes.
I smiled, now knowing where the tears came from earlier. I haven’t been putting perfect guys like Domingo on a pedestal; I had been demoting myself to the bench. It was so hard for me to believe that someone like Domingo could be attracted to me. I realized in the back of my mind that a voice wanted to ask how I could have even made Domingo hard. I hate that voice. That ugly voice yaps stupid shit in my brain like, “You have love handles, Domingo won’t like that,” or it tries to tell me that Domingo’s smooth body could never be aroused by my hairy chest and the peach fuzz that’s started growing on my back. The voice wants me to be reminded that my ass, although not bad, is flabby compared to Domingo’s rock hard glutes. The voice also compares my high squeaky voice to Domingo’s sexy Latin purr.
Yeah, that voice of doubt and insecurity has been in my head for so long, and it’s a bitch. But as Domingo fucked me tonight that voice tried to say those things, but another voice—a more empowered voice—came from somewhere else inside me. The new voice said, “Fuck yeah! You just made a really hot man cum like a fountain. This Domingo sees the awesomeness in you. Good for you!” I know, it’s amazing how the confident voice can say one strong statement that seems way more powerful then the flood of crap the doubting voice tries to pull. Maybe feeling empowered and confident is way stronger than feeling insecure?
And then I felt my chest release, as if something had died. Peace and a calm came over me as Domingo slept in the crook of my arm. The stress of being perfect, the doubt of not being enough seemed to rise from my body like a soul being set free. I had slept with perfection, but instead I learned he still wasn’t perfect either. Yes, this night with Domingo was amazing; we had some of the best sex I’ve ever had (and that’s saying something for me folks!). But I couldn’t deny that one of the reasons the sex was amazing was because I was involved too. It just wasn’t Domingo, it was me. He was attracted to me. And if a man that I deemed as this perfect was attracted to me, then maybe… just maybe… a man out there can feel as confident as I do know, and be confident enough to love me.
I looked at Domingo as he began to softly snore. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes. I guess you do get what you pay for.
And this was worth every penny.
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A California boy with a Southern heart, Steve Prince finds himself in so many sexual positions it can make your head spin. Thankfully for us he’s willing to share it all…no matter how sordid it gets. Quick to admit when he fucks up, Steve still laughs it all off, and hopes you will too. Also, it should also be noted he is gayer than glitter.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men
Peter’s End
Getting Stuffed
The Good Boy
Cracking Up
The Agreement
Fuck Road
A New Resolve
Pre-cumming
Send My Regrets
On A Jet Plane
For The Love of God
Livin’ On A Prayer
It’s My Party
Move On
The Stripper
High-Ho The Glamorous Life
The Flesh Is Willing, But…