Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 11:56:42 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 69

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 69 – Paying the Rent

Vienna, according to my information had tons of things to do, from gondola
rides through the canals with singing gondaleers to romantic cafes and
artworks... oh wait, that was Venice.  Vienna?  Who knows, but I was about
to find out as the train pulled into the station and I stepped onto the
platform in Austria's capital.

I found a hostel just a few blocks from the station and took a bed in a
four bunk dorm.  I was getting used to this now and kinda liked the
excitement of having new roommates each night.  I locked my stuff up and
texted the guys to tell them where I was.  Spencer and Parker replied back
that they were in Munich and heading for Zurich in a couple days.  Henrik
said he was heading for Budapest in Hungary, which made me realize that I
was also hungry.  I found a good café and then went about finding things to
do.  According to my information there really wasn't any major gay
lifestyle in Vienna or even Innsbruck for that matter but I found a sauna
that I would check out later.  I took a trip to the top of the Danube tower
and took lots of pictures of the city.  Nothing really exciting like
Prague, but it made great shots to remember my whole trip.  About the only
thing I found different to do was a butterfly museum.  I wanted the
butterfly effect so I went to check it out.  It was attached to the royal
palaces in a greenhouse.  Butterflies were everywhere...probably why it's
called a butterfly museum.  The place was pretty cool as you could walk
under waterfalls and through the centre of big old trees.  It was made to
look like a rainforest and it certainly was humid enough.  About the only
interaction I had there was when a few butterflies landed on my camera and
my shirt.  It was interesting enough and I couldn't believe how many
varieties there were.  Strange how people didn't swat them away like they
might with mosquitos.  After I'd had my fill of that, I went next door and
saw that the opera house had a show about to start, so I bought a ticket
and went in.

I know gay guys are supposed to like the theatre and opera and stuff like
that, but holy crap, I kept wondering when the fat lady would sing so that
it could be over.  Screeching and wailing and howling.  It sounded like the
slave auction night.  I would rather go to the dentist for a root canal
than to another opera.  I think I even fell asleep once or twice.  No
wonder movies are so much more popular.  No disrespect to the performers as
most people seemed to be appreciating it, but it's not for me... no way.
But I got to add it to my list of things I'd experienced.  I'd been to the
Vienna Opera House.  Nice.  I'd been away for a while and was definitely
running out of clean clothes, so I figured it might be a good time to go to
the Laundromat.  After stopping by the hostel and stuffing the dirty
clothes into my pack, I headed over to a laundry that I had seen just a
couple of blocks away.  I couldn't read the instructions but figured it
would work the same as all other washing machines.  Stuff your clothes in,
add some soap and turn it on.  Not exactly rocket science.  The place
wasn't overly busy, but those that were there mainly looked like
backpackers as well.  I smiled to myself as I thought about some of the
commercials and videos I had seen about guys doing laundry in one of these,
so I got daring and stripped to my boxer briefs.  I wasn't quite daring
enough to sit there naked.  A couple of girls giggled as I did it.  I
poured the detergent in and started the machine.  Accordingly to all the
advice I had read, they said to never leave your stuff unattended so I had
brought my Ipad to keep me busy for the next hour and a half.  Sitting in
my underwear in a public place like this was kinda fun.  I had several
girls come over and talk to me and I wasn't sure if it was because they
were bored or just wanted to be closer to a semi naked guy.  I had only
been sitting for about 10 minutes when a guy came over and asked me if the
washing machine that was overflowing with bubbles was mine.  I looked and
jumped up to go give it some attention.  He stood beside me and said that I
had been using hot water with cold water detergent.  It has almost the same
effect as if you use hand dish soap in your dishwasher.  All I could do was
keep wiping up the bubbles as they flowed out of the machine.  Fortunately
they had a bucket and mop close by.  I must have looked quite the sight in
my underwear and runners mopping the floor constantly.  After the machine
finished its cycle and I finally opened it, my clothes were still covered
in suds, so I had to run it again.  I pushed the button that the guy had
shown me was for cold water and had to start over.  I sat down wet and
exhausted.  I'm sure my underwear was a little more see through, but
fortunately I was wearing my favorite multicolored boxer briefs.  They
really have to come up with better names for them than trunk cut boxer
briefs.  Maybe triefs or truxers.  Actually that last one sounds more like
Scottish pants.  `Aye laddie, just let me get me truxers off'.  I sat and
waited but now I was seriously uncomfortable in my wet underwear.  I
debated sitting naked with my Ipad on my lap, but I still wasn't daring
enough.  I talked to a few more people, mainly girls before my laundry was
completely dry.  I was bold enough to yank my shorts down and jump into a
fresh warm pair before folding everything and packing it away.  I'm sure a
couple of girls saw my ass which was fine.  We all have one so no big deal,
but now I was in need of some serious sex action to spring me back to life.
I headed over to the Kaiserbrundl Sauna.  When I entered I had to double
check to make sure I was in the right place.  It looked like the inside of
a church, it was so amazing.  The entrance was a restaurant open to
everyone before you proceeded to the sauna portion.  It had all the same
things as other saunas I'd been too, but the building fascinated me.  The
erotic art on the walls looked like I was inside a gay Vatican museum.  Not
like the Canadian saunas with a few posters on the walls, these were truly
works of art, painted on walls, pillars and ceilings.  The building had
been around since something like 1100ad, maybe earlier, but it didn't look
old as it had been renovated in 1891, so it looked almost new again...

On more than one occasion I forgot why I was there as I was so taken in by
the architecture of the bath house.  The pool looked like something you
would see in ancient Roman movies and as I walked out of the water, I
looked around to see if slave boys were going to run over to me with a toga
and some grapes.  It was truly an overwhelming experience.  I had sex with
a few guys, but it was nothing special enough to write about.  In fact
while I was lying on my back with my legs over a guy's shoulders being
fucked, all I could do was stare at the incredible ceiling art.  I barely
even noticed him in my ass.  Sounds rude, I know, but until you have
experienced the place, it's hard to describe.

I stayed there until they closed at 11 and headed back to the hostel after
grabbing a bite to eat on the way.  The dorm room I had booked was now
full.  Two girls and a guy occupied the other beds.  They were still awake
so we all introduced ourselves.  The guy was from Denmark and the girls
were from France.  I had forgotten that all the hostel rooms were coed,
except for the ones reserved exclusively for girls.  One thing that I found
unusual was that no one was wearing a shirt.  The girls were just sitting
there playing card with boobs hanging out and the Danish guy was just in
his boxers.  I stripped to my shorts and headed for the bathroom to take a
quick shower before going back to lie on my bed.  Hostels were a great
place to meet people and although language was sometimes a barrier,
everyone was always friendly and wanted to get to know each other.

As each person retired for the evening, I sent a few emails and pictures
home of where I was and hit the pillow for a much needed sleep.  In the
morning, I slipped my underwear back on under the covers, and with my boner
leading the way I went to take a piss.  The door wasn't closed so I was a
little surprised when I walked in and saw one of the girls in there naked
and brushing her teeth.  I went to turn away and leave, but she told me it
was okay.  I paused uncertain of what to do, but since she didn't seem shy,
it seemed a bit hypocritical or perhaps sexist if I left.  I had my back to
her as I pulled my dick out and pushed it down enough to piss away my
morning wood.  If it had been the guy in there I probably would have just
stood and pissed so he could watch, but it seemed a little strange with a
girl in the room.  As I was finishing she entered the shower.  I brushed my
teeth and heard her call to me.  She asked if I could throw the shampoo as
she had forgotten it.  I took it over and she pulled the curtain back to
thank me.

"You are taking morning shower?"  She asked.

"Yeah, no rush though, so you don't have to hurry or anything."

"Would you wash my back, please?" she asked as she turned away from me and
threw her hair out of the way.  Again, if this had been a guy, I would have
dropped my shorts and jumped in without thinking, and probably blown and
rimmed him as a minimum, but this was a girl.

"Uh, sure."  I went to the edge of the shower and she handed me the liquid
soap.  I poured some in my hand and rubbed her back all the way down to the
top of her ass.  She was a lot smoother and softer than a guy and seemed to
enjoy what I was doing.  I stopped and rinsed my hand off.

"Merci," she said as she turned back to face me as I stood there probably
blushing and still in my boxer briefs.  "You would like me to wash your
back too?  There is lots of room."

Uh...okay.  But just so you know, I'm gay.  I hope that's not a problem."

"Silly boy, I know you are gay.  You do not think I would let a straight
boy get naked with me when he is a stranger."

I smiled at my seeming stupidity and dropped my shorts to get in with her.
She soaped my back and didn't bother to stop at my ass crack as she soaped
each cheek.  I turned to get under the spray and wash the soap off and she
washed my chest and even my cock, which was basically flaccid now.  I
didn't respond to her touch, although the soap made it feel slippery and
felt good.  I suppose if she'd jerked me off, I would have got hard.  I am
not unfamiliar with doing a chick, so I would have gone for it if she'd
wanted, as long as I didn't have to look at her pussy.  Fortunately she
didn't do more than that and I even got to soap up her boobs and helped
with her long hair.  We finished up and I headed back to the room as she
went about other girl stuff she had to do.  The other girl said good
morning to me and went into the bathroom.  I had redressed in my shorts
again and only quickly took them off to change into clean ones.  The guy in
the bed beside me was awake.

"Did you have a shower with that hot girl?"

"Yep.  She's pretty nice."

"Did you have sex with her?  She's really pretty.  You are a lucky guy."

"No, we just showered.  Girls aren't really my thing."

"You are gay?" he said looking me up and down.

"Yep."

"Can I ask you a question?" he said leaning up on his elbow.

"How come gay guys can get more girls than straight boys?  They never seem
interested in me, but my gay friends even get to sleep with the girls at
home.  Why?"

"Probably because we're not a threat.  They treat us like one of their
girlfriends, even though we have a penis.  There's no chance they have to
worry that we're going to try and have sex with them."

"Did you get to wash her boobs?"

"Sure, and she washed me too.  No big deal," I grinned to myself.  It
definitely was a big deal.

"Lucky.  Do you think that I could go in there and shower?"

"I dunno.  Can you go in there and not get an erection when you look at
them or touch in the shower?"

"No." he pushed the covers back and showed me his body.  He was in tight
underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination.  "I am hard just talking
about it," he smiled.

"So probably not a good idea to go in there.  They might not like that.
But if you want to shower with me, I wouldn't object," I grinned.  He
smiled back and just lay back with the covers still down.  I snuck another
peek as he put his hands inside his shorts and began to stroke himself.  My
legs almost buckled as I tried not to run over and rape him.

"You know that's going to make me crazy horny seeing you do that and I
haven't been laid today," I said to him as I picked out a shirt for the
day.  He pushed the front of his shorts down and tucked them under his
balls to show me his nice sized cock.  He was fisting it and nervously
watching the bathroom door for any movement.

"I can't go in there with an erection, so I need to masturbate."

"Fuck dude, you're making me hard too.  If we were here by ourselves your
cock would already be down my throat so I could suck that load out of you.
Then I'd fuck that tight little ass of yours."  I think I may have drooled
as I said it.

"You sound like my gay friends."  He laughed.

"Well no shit.  Are you a tease like this around them?"

"Yes, it drives them crazy." He giggled as he shot his load onto his chest
panting loudly.  He quickly stripped his underwear off and wiped his chest
with them to get all the cum off.  I was so hard inside my shorts that I
might need to go back into the bathroom and jerk off as soon as the girls
were out.  As he went to pull the covers back up, he threw his underwear to
me and grinned.  I grabbed it before it hit my clean clothes and could feel
the wet sports on them.  The bleach smell of the cum almost sent me into
overdrive.  My cock was dripping into my clean underwear and I adjusted
myself to make sure it wasn't going to show through.  I stopped myself from
putting his shorts to my face and smelling.  Instead, I walked over to the
edge of his bed where he was looking up at me grinning, and quickly threw
them into his face.  He grabbed them and threw them to the floor and wiped
his face of any cum that he thought might be on it.  I laughed.

"Damn you're a tease," I laughed.

If I had been staying another night, I might have made a move on him, but I
had decided that one day in Vienna was enough so I was going to grab the
train to Innsbruck.  I waited until everyone had finished up in the
bathroom and then said my goodbyes.  I didn't get their numbers or anything
as I hadn't really gotten to know them that well, despite the intimate
shower.  The train to Innsbruck was only 4 ½ hours and the scenery was
incredible.  I kept my camera handy to catch it all.  I put a movie on and
looked at some of the pictures I had taken so far and some of the great
people I had met.  I researched Innsbruck further and it looked even more
boring for a gay life than Vienna, but there appeared to be lots to see
apart from that.  I figured maybe just one night here would be enough as
well.  I could only find one hostel and it had really shitty reviews, so I
decided to spend a night in a regular hotel instead.

I checked in and went up to the room, which was nice and fairly modern.  I
freshened up and headed to the one thing I really wanted to see from all
the reviews.  The Swarovski Crystal World.  I had seen these things all
over at home and was always amazed by them.  Sure, I know a fag with shiny
things.  Well, that stereotype was true for me.  I loved things like this.

I took their shuttle from downtown Innsbruck and once it arrived, the
exterior was stunning.  A giant head was carved into the face of the hill
to create the entrance.  Its eyes were lit up like diamonds and a waterfall
poured from its mouth, but that was nothing compared to the interior.  The
first thing I noticed was the giant crystal in the entrance lobby.  Screw
the crown jewels.  I wanted that thing.  I could slap a bow on the display
and I'd have my present for Colin.  There were 14 separate subterranean
chambers in the museum, each one as wild and different than the other.  My
favorite was the Crystal dome and reproductions of all the famous buildings
of the world made out of crystal.  I was blown away.  I took thousands of
pictures and once I got to the gift shop, I worried whether or not my
unlimited credit card could handle all the purchases.  I bought everything
from a gold crystal lion which was over $1500 to a watch, bracelets, neck
chains and even a crystal skull pendant that I thought Cole might like.
All my souvenir shopping was done in one place and I arranged to have it
all shipped home which saved me the 20% tax. I wasn't like a kid in candy
store, I was like a fag in a diamond warehouse.

Outdoors they had a giant maze to play in, so of course I had to do that to
pass some time.  I hadn't planned on spending that much of my day there,
but it was a REALLY big maze and I was REALLY lost in it.  If they had
internet, I might have used Google earth to help me get out.  Innsbruck may
not be the gay centre of Europe, but I was in heaven anyway.  This was
truly worth the trip.  I got back to the hotel and video chatted with the
guys back home.  Kyle tried to entice me into coming home by posing naked
in front of the camera and then playing with Colin.

"If you don't come home soon, you'll have to sleep in another room as I
have taken over your spot in bed," he giggled.

"You mean there's no place for me anymore?"  I pouted.  "I guess I have to
stay in Europe then."

"No!  Just hurry up and get home and you can have this," he said as he
turned and wiggled his ass at me.

"You got anything less used and maybe a little tighter?"

I heard Colin howl and tell Kyle he just got burned.

"How about this.  If you get home early enough, maybe I'll convince Jordan
to let you pop his cherry."  Ouch, that kid really knew how to push the
right buttons.

"I'll contact the military and catch a supersonic jet home.  Expect me in
an hour," I laughed.  I told them all about the Swarovski museum and told
them to look it up online so they could see where I had just been.  They
both seemed impressed but I didn't tell them that I'd bought half the
place.

Kyle filled me in on everything else that was going on, which was just
routine stuff, but the way he told it all, it sounded a lot more
interesting.  Colin told me that the house next door to us was for sale and
Jason and Alex were considering buying it.  It wasn't as big as our place
but he said they thought it might be cool to have the two houses together.
I knew that eventually Jason and Alex would move away, but I was enjoying
having my brother living with me again, but I suppose at some point we had
to get on with separate lives to some degree.  I told him I thought it was
a great idea.  Kyle asked if he could go somewhere fun in the summer, and I
reminded him that he still had the trip to the Grand Canary Islands that he
hadn't taken yet for becoming a member of the Q.  He brightened at that and
thought maybe at the next school break he could go.

I said goodnight to both of them and went down for a swim in the hotel
pool.  The place was deserted, so I took a few laps without my shorts,
which was exciting as anyone could have walked in at any time.  They
didn't, but it was still thrilling.  In the morning, after a long hot
shower and breakfast, I took a quick trip up Hungerburg mountain that
Spencer and Parker had suggested.  The view was unreal and since I think it
was part of the Alps, I had another thing to add to my list of
accomplishments.  I'd been to the top of the Alps.  It didn't take long to
look around and I headed back to the hotel to grab my stuff and checkout.
Lookout Switzerland here comes a horny Canadian fag.  From my information,
this was going to be one wild city.  I got a ticket for the 5 hour ride to
Zurich and waited on the platform for the train to arrive.  As I sat
against my pack, a dark haired guy came up and sat near me.

"Hey," he said glancing over at me.

"Hi," I said acknowledging him back.  I looked him over quickly and noticed
he had a Canadian flag on his pack too.  I grinned and wondered if there
were actually any Canadians left in the country or if we were all
travelling Europe.

`Y'all going to Zurich too?"  He said in a strong southern American drawl
which surprised me.

"Yep.  Going to party til I puke, or until I can't walk anymore," I said
trying to sound cool.  "Where are you from?"

"Arkansas."

I looked at him closely.  "When did we buy Arkansas?"  I said without a
smile.

"Huh?"

"The Canadian flags on your pack.  I thought Arkansas was in America."

He smiled showing beautiful white teeth.  "It is, but I travel a lot and I
get a lot less hassle with them than with American flags."

"Seems a little unfair to those of us that are really Canadians.  Do you
act like an American or a Canadian?"

"Hard to answer that, but I don't travel to other countries to try and
change them or to be a prick, which seems to be what people think about us.
I just travel to see the world and what else is out there.  I'm not my
government; I'm just an open minded explorer."

"Nice answer, I'm Justin," I said putting my fist out for him to bump.  He
hit it back.

"Brett, Brett Dallas"

"Nice to meet you Brett Brett Dallas," I grinned.

The train pulled up and we boarded and took two seats facing each other.
It wasn't busy, so we put our packs on the seats next to us.

"So Brett, I always wondered how come you pronounce Kansas like it's
spelled, but Arkansas is Arkan-saw and not Ar-Kansas?"  I laughed.

"Dunno.  Probably the same reason you say `Noofinlund' instead of `New
Found Land', he quipped back with a smile.

"Touché," I said.  "So what other places you been to?"

He told me and I was surprised that he had been almost all over the world.
He was 23 and travelled extensively.  He said he picked up odd jobs when he
needed money and then moved on.

"Have you ever been to Vancouver?"  I asked.

"Yeah for sure.  It's one of my favorite cities, but it's way too expensive
to live there."

"Yeah, I hear you there, but I like it."

"My favorite place is the nude beach...What's it called?  Wrecking beach?
Is it still there?"

"Wreck beach," I corrected.  "Yep, it's still there on the University
campus.  One of my favorite places too, especially on weekends and holidays
when there could be like 4000 people.  Not real popular in the winter when
it's raining though."

"I'll bet.  There's a couple of good nude beaches in Zurich though.  I
think the most popular is Tiefenbrunnen.  I'm gonna check it out while I'm
here.  Lots of great ways to make extra cash in Zurich.  Where are you
staying?"

"Not sure yet.  I've been having fun staying in hostels as it's easier to
meet people that staying in a hotel."

"There's tons of hostels in Zurich, but a lot of them are expensive.  The
City Hostel is a good one.  They have dorm rooms for about 35 Francs, but
if you want to share, we could get a double for about 10 francs more each.
The only thing with this place though is that the bathrooms are down the
hall if that matters at all."

"No, it doesn't matter to me.  So far all the rooms I've had have had a
bathroom in the room but no big deal."

"Some people don't like it because the showers in the bathroom are pretty
open.  Almost like a gym shower."

"Is it co-ed?"

"The dorm rooms are, but the toilet/showers aren't, although I've seen
girls in there with their boyfriends before.  No one really cares though,
at least that's what I find."

"Yeah, I've noticed that.  Sex is everywhere.  Even prostitution is legal."

"I know.  That's why I'm going to Zurich.  Lots of action there."

"Really, you go to Zurich to get a hooker?  Seems a long way to go for
pussy."

"Nah dude, I go there to make money.  Do you have any idea how much people
pay for young guy with a big cut cock?  Not a lot of circumcised boys out
here.  All I gotta do is lob out the monster and the price doubles," he
laughed.

Yep, I thought to myself, I know how much they pay as I remembered my night
as a slave.  "So if it's not too personal, how much do you make?"

"Depends.  I can make as little as 100 bucks for an hour or as much as 300.
If I spend the whole night, it can go up to a thousand.  Also depends on
what they want to do.  Vanilla stuff is less, but kinkier is more.  Guys
pay more than women."

"Wow, I had no idea," I said trying to sound naïve about all of it.  So if
you go with guys, are you gay?"

"No, I'm not really anything.  I'm just sexual.  Doesn't matter if it's a
guy or a girl to me, as long as they pay well."

"Do you ever just go with someone because you like them, instead of as a
hooker?"

"Sure, but not when I'm out trying to make money.  Everyone likes it if you
can cum a lot."

"Hope you don't mind all these personal questions.  I'm just curious," I
said mainly just to see how open he was.

"No, I don't mind.  I'm not embarrassed or shy about doing it at all.  It's
legal here, so it's just a job, but one that pays well.  I think it just
helps that I'm American with a big circumcised python between my legs."

I laughed.  "If I had a dollar for every guy that said he had a big dick, I
could buy Zurich."

"Yeah, no shit yo, but in my case it's true."

I decided to tease him a bit more as it was a fun conversation and was
wasting a lot of time. "If you say so, dude," I said grinning and looked
out the window as if I wasn't interested anymore.

I heard him unzip his pants, but pretended I didn't. "You decide buddy."

I looked over and he had pulled his cock and balls out and he was right,
they were big.  His balls looked like a baseball and his limp cock looked
almost as long as mine when it was hard.  I looked around the train as if I
was nervous that someone might see.  "Holy fuck.  How big is that thing?"

"I say 9 inches, but it's probably closer to 10 when it's fully hard."

"Fuck you could kill someone with that thing.  Shit, I thought mine was big
at 8½, but that thing makes me look like a preteen."

He smiled and tucked it away.  Well tucked, folded and stuffed it away.
"Well if your dick is that big, you should come out with me and we could
make a fortune.  Do you know how much they'd pay for two big dicks?  Are
you cut or uncut?"

"Cut," I said quickly.

"Nice, we could clean up.  Are you okay with doing guys, or would you only
want to do girls?"

"Well since I'm gay, it's actually the other way around.  I've only done a
couple of girls and it's not my favorite thing, but I can do it if another
guy is around."

He laughed. "So I guess showing you my dick wasn't a problem?"

"Actually it was a huge problem.  No pun intended.  It's a five hour train
ride and you gave me a raging boner.  Asshole!"  I grinned.

"Seriously?  I gave you a boner just from showing you my dick?"

I held the outline of it and showed him the bulge.  He smiled.  "Since it's
hard, let me see it.  I showed you mine."

"What is this, elementary school?"  I laughed and looked around.  The train
car was pretty empty and with our packs beside us we were secluded anyway.
I unzipped and pulled out my basically hard cock and balls.  He nodded his
head in approval and leaned over to feel it.  He ran his hand up and down
the shaft and gave it a solid squeeze.

"Nice.  Yep, we'd make a fortune and I know just the place we could go.
It's a gay bar that is primarily rent boys looking for some action.  All
we'd had to do is whip out our dicks a few times and maybe grab each other
and we'd be into some serious money."

I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't need the money, so I'd play
along for now. The whole point of traveling was to see and do different
things and I'd checked my list...I'd never been a rentboy before.  If I
didn't like where it was going, I could always bail out, or pay him myself.
I was so horny now that I wished we had a sleeper cabin as I'd be already
on my back with legs in the air.  I figured I'd find out more about him so
we talked for a while.  He was totally versatile and was comfortable being
naked around anyone.  He told me of some of the people he had done and
while some sounded hot, most sounded pretty gross.  He said the older the
guy or girl, the more they usually paid.  I asked what the wildest thing
was that he had done and he told me.

"I was hired to cater a party as a waiter in just my underwear.  The guy
told me that it would turn into an orgy as the night went on.  What he
didn't tell me right away was that I would be the center of the orgy.  It
started innocently enough as I was in skimpy briefs serving food and drinks
to the naked room of both girls and guys.  Then the guy told me that the
crowd wanted me naked, so he offered me more money, but once they saw my
dick, it was all they could do not to rape me.  The guy came back to me and
asked if I'd like to be in the orgy.  He offered me $2500 and I was used in
ways I didn't even imagine or know you could do. It was the first time I
got double fucked.  But I did get lots of tips and ended up walking out of
there with over $3500.  My ass was pretty sore, but from the sounds of the
people who took my dick up their asses, I wasn't the only one.  So what's
the biggest dick you've ever taken?"

"I have a friend with a mega dick that's 12 inches, but I could only get
about 9 inches down my throat.  My roommates boyfriend has a 9½ dick and
I've taken that up the ass before, so I do ok."

"So you'd probably do pretty well if we went out and played with others.
I'm thinking we could play together and charge even more."

Brett was really planning things in his head.  I figured he saw me as a
great opportunity to build his asking price.  I saw him as a great guy to
have sex with...y'all!

"Since you saw my dick hard, show me yours.  All I saw was a large limp
thing," I teased."

"Okay, but I want some incentive.  Drop your pants and let's jerk off
together, but we can't cum so that we have lots for tonight.  I'll watch
for people coming from your direction and you watch this way."  We both
lowered our pants and watched each other jerk off.  He was nicely trimmed
and as his cock grew, I expected a lumberjack to show up with a chain saw
and try to take that thing down.  It was massive and he was easily 10
inches in my opinion.  Shit, his hand barely closed around it.  I leaned
over in my horny frenzy and grabbed a hold.  There was more than enough
room for both our hands, although he did release it as I stroked him.  That
was one solid piece of meat.  I even held his balls in my hand and they
felt as heavy as a bowling ball.  I wondered if they were always that size
or just full of cum.  I hoped it wasn't the latter or he might kill someone
if that unloaded into anyone.

"Okay, you better stop or we'll go past the point of no return," he said as
I felt his monster pole throbbing.  I let go quickly and he took a few deep
breaths to avoid shooting.  "Yep, we'll do okay if we put a show on," he
laughed.

"This has made me so fucking horny," I said as I reluctantly tried to get
my cock back into my pants.

"Good, save it up for tonight.  A couple days of selling these cocks and we
can travel for a few more weeks easily."

We settled back and eventually sat side by side to watch a movie on my
Ipad.  A couple of times he teased me by putting his hand on my crotch and
grinning, which certainly didn't help my raging boner.  I knew precum was
pouring out of it like a garden hose.  The train pulled into Zurich station
and we trotted off to the City Hostel and took a double room together.  It
had a double bed instead of two singles which was okay as it was cheaper
than by 10 francs which seemed to suit Brett just fine.  He threw his pack
on the bed and got out the stuff he needed and stuffed it in the locker.  I
took a moment to text Spencer and Parker and was both happy and surprised
to learn that they would be in Zurich tomorrow.  I texted back and told
them I thought they were headed for Zurich last week.  He replied that they
had taken a detour up to Munich and Stuttgart.  We arranged to meet up
again and hang out together.  It would be awesome to see them again.

"So what time do you normally head over to the club you were talking
about?"  I asked.

"We'll leave in an hour.  If we get there early we can pick off a few guys
for some quickies and then later we can turn it on and grab a real money
guy.  Just don't cum too soon.  Save that for later in the evening.  Try to
avoid getting fucked unless they pay the big money." Brett had a lot of
rules for this prostitute stuff and I was trying to listen.  He was so cute
and I could imagine that he could make a ton of money, but it was a little
sad that he felt he had to do it, although he didn't exactly seem unhappy
or traumatized because of it.  He actually seemed to enjoy the idea.  "I'm
gonna go clean up.  You coming?  We can help shave each other's asses if
you want.  I've also gotta douche before we take it up the ass.  You should
do it as well."  He stripped and grabbed all the stuff he needed and headed
out of the room with his towel over his shoulder.  No modesty here.  I
quickly grabbed my things for the shower, wrapped the towel around my waist
and ran after him.  He went into the toilets first and filled his portable
douche bag.  It looked like a hot water bottle with a nozzle.

"Let's go in the handicap stall," he suggested.  I followed him in and he
quickly lubed his ass and the nozzle.  "Just insert it and let half the
water drain into my ass.  Then lube yourself up and I'll do you."  He bent
over the toilet and I did as he told me.  Then I removed my towel and he
filled me up with water.  He drained his ass first and I followed after he
flushed.  The whole process went quickly and we headed for the shower to
clean the rest of us.  I shaved his ass and balls first followed by him
doing it to me.  Needless to say that by the time we were done, both of us
were rock hard.  I took his cock in my mouth but he pulled it out grinning.

"Save it for tonight horndog.  Remember if they don't pay, they don't
play," he said smacking his large bone across my face.

"You should fuck me to make sure I can handle you," I attempted, but he
insisted we wait until we had paying customers.  He was all business and I
was beginning to wonder if I'd made the right decision hooking up with him.
We finished showering and went back to the room.  We passed a couple of
girls heading for the shower who grinned as they saw Brett walking naked
towards them.

You gotta advertise or you don't get any business," he told me as we got
back in our room.  We dressed and headed out to the bar.  It was a small
club and like all the others it had a darkroom in back.  There was a small
dance floor and lots of darkened seating areas.  Brett and I found a spot
where we could see the whole club and a waiter quickly came over and took a
drink order from us.

"So you'll find there are a lot of rentboys here.  This place is famous for
it.  The other awesome place is the Paragonya Sauna.  We can go there later
if this place is a dud.  The only way we're going to stand out is to let
the johns know that we have something different to offer than everyone
else.  Just follow my lead and I can promise we'll walk out of here with a
pocketful of cash.  So you're okay with fucking and being fucked, right?"

"Right.  I pretty much love anything sexual."

The waiter brought our drinks and I paid for the first round.  Brett downed
his quickly and said he was going to get us a second round.  He removed his
pants and walked over in his tight form fitting square cut briefs, slightly
covered by his tight t-shirt.  Even from halfway across the room you could
see he was packing a big American gun in there.  That was in their
constitution.  The right to bare arms, which was good because I really
didn't like long sleeve shirts (insert...drum sound, `ba dum dum' here) He
came back with our drinks and had already attracted the attention he
wanted.  He sat down beside me and grinned.

"That's step 1.  Let them know we're selling.  Step two is to show them
that we're fun and step three is to give them a sample of the merchandise."
He reached over and popped the top button on my jeans and unzipped them.
He got on his knees and pulled my pants down, leaving me in my underwear as
well.  He put my jeans next to his and sat next to me.  He threw his leg
over mine and talked about the guys that he thought would come over first
and try to buy one of us.  We drank and sure enough a guy with salt and
pepper hair came over with another round of drinks.  He spoke to us in
Swiss, but Brett quickly asked if he spoke English.

"Yes, of course," he said in broken English.  "These drinks are for you.  I
think you are very cute."

"Thank you.  You're pretty hot yourself," Brett said turning on his charm.
"You looking for some company tonight?"

"Oh, I do not think I could afford boys such as cute as you," His accent
was cute but he really wasn't my type at all.  I reminded myself that as a
`rentboy' these would more likely be the guys that I would have to do; or
more correctly the type of guys that Brett would have to do.

"I am pretty inexpensive for something this unique," Brett said as he
pulled down the front of his underwear and lobbed out his cock.  He let the
guy have a long enough look to almost give the older guy a heart attack,
then put it away.  "You can give me a blowjob for 30 francs.  I don't cum,
but you can keep going until you blow your load."  He didn't waste time
with his price list.  The old guy agreed and handed over the 30 francs.
Brett stood up and took him by the hand and led him into the back room.
Just like that he'd made his first sale.  He came back less than 10 minutes
later, while I just sat there scoping out the room and watching our
clothes.

"There's our first customer, now he'll go and tell his friends and we
should see some residual business from that."

He wasn't wrong, as three more guys came up and paid him for the same
thing.  One guy came up to me and introduced himself.  He was a guy in his
thirties and I thought he was a pretty good looking guy.

"Are you guys Americans?" he asked in what sounded like a French accent.

"He is, but I'm a Canadian."

"Oh, I thought you were both American.  I heard your friend has a very big
skinned penis."

"Yep, he definitely does," I admitted, assuming that skinned meant cut.

"Do you know if he does more than let people blowjob him?"

"You'd have to ask him, but I'm pretty sure for the right money, he'd do
anything."

"Do you have a big skinned penis as well?"

"I'm not as big, but if you want to have a look, go ahead," I said getting
up the nerve to try to make my own sale.  He pulled my underwear out and
felt my dick and balls.

"Yes, that is nice.  Would you stand up and let me see your behind as
well?"

I found this a little exciting.  I was being inspected like a side of beef,
so I wiggled out from behind the table and came to stand in front of him
and turned around so he could see my ass.  He pulled the back of my shorts
down and rubbed each cheek.  His hands grabbed my hips and he spun me
around to face him, and in one swift move, yanked my underwear to the floor
and cupped my balls and dick.  I began to inflate from his groping and I
felt more than a little self-conscious standing there, although I was
thankful that my shirt was still affording me some protection.  The guy
leaned forward to look at me and as he tried to pull me forward to lick my
dick, I remembered what Brett had told me.  I was okay to show and let them
have a feel, but if they wanted to play, they had to pay.  I bent over to
pull up my shorts and put away the `merchandise'.  As I did it, he ran his
hands under my shirt and lifted it up above my nipples to have a look at
me.  Just as he went to play with my tits, I once again pulled away and
yanked my shirt down.  I sat back down.

"You are very nice.  How much do you charge to play?"

"Depends on what you are looking for.  A blowjob is 30 francs, more than
that costs more."

"How much for you to fuck me?"  Shit, I had no idea.  Brett wasn't exactly
supposed to have left me alone, and the only thing I'd heard him quote was
for bj's.

"Uh... 150?"  I said uncertainly.

"Okay, for that amount of money, we will give blowjobs too?"

"Sure," I said nervously.  "I just have to wait for my friend to come back
in a few minutes to look after our clothes."  He bought me a drink and we
were halfway finished when Brett returned.  "I'll be back.  You just need
to watch the clothes."

He grinned and I headed into the back.  We were no sooner in the dark room
when the guy turned to kiss me.  I was a bit shocked.  Then I remembered
Brett's rule.  Money first, so I asked him for it.  He handed me some, but
in the dark I had no idea how much he had given me, so I just assumed it
was right.  Of course I had no idea where to put it so I just held onto it.
The guy dropped to his knees and took my shorts down as he went.  He sucked
my dick in a half assed attempt, but it was enough to get me hard.  He
stood up and I heard him drop his pants next, followed by his hands on my
shoulders to push me to my knees.  I guessed it was my turn.  He was pretty
hairy down there and I almost called for a weed whacker.  He got hard, I
think.  He was maybe 5 inches so it was pretty easy to take care of him.
While I was on my knees, I put my money into my sock and went back to play
with his cock and balls.  After only a couple minutes he pulled me up and
began stroking my cock, before he turned around and ran it up and down his
ass.  I lifted my leg and popped the small bottle of lube out of my sock.
At least I came prepared for that.  I poured a little on my finger and
inserted it into him.  Like his front, his ass was hairy.  I hoped I could
do this fast enough to avoid losing my hardon.  I quickly lubed my cock and
he bent further over and aimed my dick at his hole.  I knew what to do from
here, so I took control and fucked him I heard him cumming.  I faked my
orgasm and pulled out.  I wiped my dick on his ass after I pulled out.  He
stood up and turned around to kiss me again.  Our cocks touched and he held
them together and jerked us off slowly.  I could feel his hand all slimy
from the cum and it was making mine super sensitive.  He eventually stopped
and thanked me.  He pulled up his pants and left.  I figured it took maybe
30 minutes and I had 150 francs.  I went to the bathroom to wash myself
off.  I wasn't sure I liked that at all.  Being paid for sex made it feel
so dirty somehow.  It wasn't like being sold as a slave and forced to do
things, this was just basic sex that I'd normally do for free.  I went back
to Brett.

"So how much did you get from that guy," he asked grinning.

"150"

"Cool.  What did you have to do for that?"  I told him and he said that
wasn't bad for how long we were gone.  He said that an hour of sex was
usually around 200 and it they wanted my ass to add another 100 or more.
This was very complicated.  After he ran off with another couple of guys,
he said it was time for us to raise the stakes a bit.

"Take off your shirt and let's go dance.  Follow my lead and hopefully
we'll get our first real money."  I thought we were doing pretty well.  I
had 150 francs for just a few minutes work.  I had more than paid for our
evening so far.  Brett stripped off his shirt and I followed along.  He
stood up and took my hand as we ran out the dance floor in just our
underwear and shoes.  We did stay close enough to our table to keep an eye
on our clothes though.  We danced face to face and he kissed me a couple of
times as he held me close and ground our crotches together.  Now this was
more my speed.  I was so hard that I would have been happy to go back to
our room and have serious sex with him right now, but that wasn't why he
was here.  He grabbed my ass through my shorts and squeezed.  I ran my
hands down his back until I was at his ass too.  I felt his fingers slip
into my waistband and push into them.  He was now firmly gripping my ass.
This went on for a while and I hoped that all this stimulation wasn't
causing my cock to flood the front of my shorts with precum.  He removed
his hands and turned me around; his hands coming around my chest to play
with my nipples.  I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and he turned his
head so we could awkwardly kiss.  Brett moved his hands down my chest and
into my shorts to grab my hard cock.  I saw him grin out of the corner of
my eye.  I wondered if I should make him stop before I blew my load.

"That's 30 bucks you owe me, dude," I said into his ear.

"Nice!  You're learning.  Let's send out the final bait and see who we can
lure."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I waited.  He removed his hands
from cock and I almost immediately wanted it back.  They moved around to
the back of me and I felt his hands pushing the back of my shorts down to
expose my ass.  He slapped each cheek a little and pulled back so that
others could see what we were doing.  I noticed that several of the guys
sitting around were watching us, pretending of course that they weren't.
Brett pulled out his cock and slapped it on my ass a few times before he
put it away.  He bent me forward a little and pretended he was fucking me
as we danced.  I wiggled against his crotch, partially to continue the game
we were playing and partially to get him hard.  He pulled my shorts back up
and I turned around and put my arms around his neck so we could kiss.  It
was only a brief kiss and then he pulled me off the dance floor as the song
changed.  I was so horny that if he'd asked for a thousand dollars, I would
have paid him and left right then.  We sat down and I quickly adjusted my
crotch as the boner was painfully hard.  I slid my shirt back on to give
some mystery to the `merchandise' we were supposed to be selling.  Brett
did the same thing and we finished another drink.  We still had a few on
the table and a good looking guy came over and plopped down another round.
This guy looked Italian with his dark black hair and chiseled face with
slight facial hair.  I'm not normally a fan, but this guy suited it.  I
felt my dick jump when I saw him, which was strange because I didn't think
he was my type.

"ciao" he said confirming my Italian theory.

"Hi," said Brett

"I bring you a drink as dancing looked very heating of you," He smiled.

"Thank you.  Yes, it was very warm out there," Brett said.  "Please sit."

"Grazie."  He pulled up a chair and sat with us, making sure to look us up
and down.  "Are you boyfriends?"

Brett answered first.  "Yes, we like to play with others too.  I'm Colton,
this is Brendan," he said introducing us to the guy...I think.  Although
I've never really thought of myself as a Brendan.  A Jason maybe...

"Would you like to spend some time with me?  I have hotel close by and you
are very sexy."

"Thanks!  But we don't have a lot of time.  Maybe only an hour,"
Brett/Colton explained.

"That is okay.  I would like to see you together and play with your bodies.
I can pay you.  Money is okay."  I saw Brett smile.

"I dunno.  We are looking to earn enough money to get home.  We got robbed
a couple of day ago and are stranded here."

His patter sounded convincing.  Hell, I almost felt sorry for him and I
knew it was just bullshit.  Our `John' was sucked in as well.

"I can pay you 500 francs to see you two fuck each other and let me play
with you as well, or I can give you 1000 francs to fuck and let me fuck you
too."

"What do you think, Brendan?"  He asked me smiling and nodding slightly.

"I think that would help us get closer to home, Colton," I said sounding
concerned but nodded back as if resigned to having to do it.

"Come, we go.  I am Paolo."

I kept having to remind myself that I was Brendan and my `boyfriend' was
Colton.  We dressed and headed out with him.  We only walked a few blocks
to his hotel, with Brett holding my hand the entire way.  He kept smiling
at me happily.  As we got into the hotel, Paolo stopped at the ATM and got
some cash out before we went up to his room.  It was an extremely nice room
with a king size bed.  Paolo dimmed the lights and turned on the ones by
the bed.  He removed his shoes and socks, so we followed his lead.  Brett
also removed his belt, so I did the same thing.  My professional
`boyfriend' pushed Paolo back onto the bed and climbed on top of him as he
pulled me along as well.  Brett began by kissing our customer and then sat
on his chest and peeled off his shirt to show what he was selling.

"Just before we start, I have to ask for the money up front.  Just
business, then we can enjoy this and have fun."

"How much?"  Paolo asked.

"You want to fuck us and have us fuck each other?"

Paolo nodded and looked like he was trying not to drool.  I was also
getting excited at the possibility of being fucked by Brett.

"Then 1000 francs," he said all serious like.

Paolo reached into his pocket as Brett rolled off him.  He counted the
money and gave it my by partner in crime...well, since it was legal in
Switzerland, he was probably just my partner.  Of course, I should be used
to this.  Paying for sex isn't illegal in Canada either.  Soliciting sex
for money and living of the avails of prostitution is illegal, but actually
going with someone and paying for sex in private is legal.  I keep
asking...who makes these laws?  Now where was I?

Brett put the money in his pants and quickly unzipped and took them off.
He rolled back on top and wiggled his scantily clad ass against his Paolo's
crotch.  He leaned forward and slid his hand under Paolo's shirt and pushed
it up his body.  I lay beside them and watched as his abs and pecs came
into view.  He had dark chest hair, but it was well trimmed and extremely
short.  Again, it looked awesome on him, and as much as I didn't like chest
hair, something about this guy screamed sexy.  The shirt was quickly
removed and tossed aside.  Brett leaned down and began to kiss his partner.
He waved his hand for me to join in, so I got up slightly and began to
slide my hand under Brett's shirt and push it up.  As I got high enough he
raised his arms and I pulled it off him.  I kissed down his back and Brett
reached over and lifted my shirt so that he could pull it off leaving all
of us bare chested.  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to
where they were kissing and we got into a three way.  Our tongues explored
each other's mouths until Brett finally moved down Paolo's body, leaving
just the two of us kissing.  I watched as my new rentboy friend slid down
Paolo's body, unfastened his pants and pulled them slowly down his legs,
leaving him in his skimpy speedo type briefs outlining a nice bulge.  I
guessed that our customer was probably already hard.  I know I was.

Brett put his mouth over the cloth covered package and began to work on
getting it larger. After he had got Paolo all worked up, he got behind me
and opened my jeans and pulled them off me.  He didn't need to work on my
package as I was already rock hard.  He pushed me off Paolo and rolled me
onto my back and lay down on me to grind our crotches and kiss me.  Paolo
moved to watch.  Bret moved slightly to the side and slipped his hand into
the front of my shorts and grabbed my cock.  Once he felt that I was
already hard he pulled it out to give our customer the first glance of what
he was paying for.  He kissed down my body paying attention to my nipples
as he went.  By the time he got to my cock, all I wanted to do was have
some relief.  He pushed my underwear down and when it was low enough I
kicked them off.  I was now the first one naked.  Brett slid down my body
and off the bed so that he was kneeling between my legs.  He sucked my cock
deep into his mouth and I groaned in ecstasy.  I put my fingers in his hair
and encouraged him.

Paolo quickly got off the bed and went down behind Brett to remove his
shorts.  He pulled Brett up so that he was standing bent over as he sucked
me.  Paolo then appeared to bury his face in Brett's ass.  No wasting time
here.  I saw him reach between Brett's legs and begin to stroke his massive
cock which was almost fully hard now.  He pulled it between his legs and
began to suck on the tip of it.  This went on for a while before Brett
climbed on the bed and straddled me, his ass right above my crotch.  Paolo
grabbed my dick and pulled it out from under Brett and laid it against his
ass.  Then his licked and sucked on my balls before running his tongue up
the length of the shaft to my tip and then along the length of Brett's ass.
He reversed the process and went all the way back down.  Brett and I kissed
like we'd been doing it for years and I could feel his huge pole on my
stomach.  This was way better than a dirty old darkroom with a guy I didn't
like.  Paolo stood up and removed his short so that we were all finally
naked.  Brett quickly spun around so that we were in a 69 position.  He
alternated between sucking my cock and Paolo's and a few times he put our
two dicks together to try and suck them at the same time, but I figured not
even an American had a mouth that big...oh yes!  I really did go there!!  I
finally had Brett's massive dick hanging in my face and I swallowed it
quickly after licking his balls and drenching his shaft in my saliva.  I
got half of him down my throat and kept trying to get the rest of it.  He
truly was massive.  They grow `em big in the southern states.  I took the
opportunity to lick into his hole as well and it was as sweet as the rest
of him.  Paolo eventually moved onto the bed and fed me his cock.  It was
about 7 inches and average thickness.  His pubes were as nicely trimmed as
his chest and face and I had no problem deep throating him.  We played
around for a long time before we got to the fucking.  Paolo asked if he
could take pictures of us, and Brett the business man, told him he could as
long as there were no faces and he paid another 300.  They agreed and Brett
and I got into position and grabbed the lube as Paolo got his camera ready.
I was told to get on my back as Brett grabbed a pillow to put under me.
Apparently I was going to get fucked first.  He lifted my legs up and I
held them back as he got between my legs and began to rim my hole.  He
slicked me up nicely before using lube in my crack and inserting a finger.
Paolo snapped a few pictures of the finger entering me, followed by a
second one.

"Oh god, baby.  Fuck me.  Give me that monster cock.  Just go slow to
start...as always," I added.  Brett smiled and lubed up his cock and
positioned it at the entrance to my hole.  I placed my legs on his
shoulders and waited.  Paolo got into position and snapped tons of pictures
as the massive cock split me open and drove into me.  It felt like he was
shoving his arm in there instead of a cock and I had to work really hard at
relaxing.  At one point after he popped through my sphincter, I told him I
needed more lube as my ass was burning.  He pulled out and drenched me in
lube before pushing back in, which felt a lot better.  He slowly went his
entire length and leaned forward driving my legs back which allowed him to
get in a little deeper, as if he needed to go in further.  He looked at me
to make sure he could see how I was responding, so I grinned and stuck my
tongue out of the side of my mouth.  He leaned in to kiss me and then began
to really fuck me.  He pounded faster and faster and my cock was rock hard
without even touching it.  I was breathing heavily as he kept banging so
deep I could actually hear the echo from the cavern he was creating in
there.  Paolo moved to straddle my face, lowering his slightly hairy ass
onto my lips.  I stuck my tongue out as I grabbed his cheeks and began to
rim him.  He pulled my legs off Brett's shoulder's and I could feel the
cock in me drill even deeper.  I heard Paolo and Brett kissing above me and
I was so close to shooting my load that I panicked.  I tapped Brett's legs
to get him to slow down which he did for a moment until I calmed down.
Then I wiggled my ass again and he picked up the pace once more.  Just as I
was getting back into it again, he pulled out and my ass immediately begged
for him to come back.  Paolo quickly moved and got behind Brett, pushing
him forward so that he was on all fours.  I watched him rub his cock along
Brett's crack and take pictures as he did it.  He lubed his cock with the
free hand and then pushed at least one finger into Brett's ass.  He took
several more pictures, no doubt to document his entry into my `boyfriend'.
I watched Brett's face and I could see that he was being fucked.  Paolo put
the camera aside and began to pound his trick for all he was worth.  I
wiggled down a bit and pulled Brett's face to mine so that we could kiss.
As our tongues raced around each other's mouths, I could feel the force in
which he was being fucked.  He was pounded for what seemed an eternity
before Paolo yelled something in Italian.  I'm assuming it was I'm cumming
because the grunting became very loud followed by a stopping of the intense
fucking.  He jerked several times and held onto Brett tightly as he filled
his ass.  Once he pulled out, Brett surprised me by quickly spinning around
and taking Paolo's cock into his mouth.  That was probably one of those
things that impressed a customer and the reason Brett insisted we make sure
we were super clean.  Bret turned back to me and opened his mouth to show
me that he had cum from Paolo's dick in his mouth.  He smiled and swallowed
it.

"You're next baby.  Fuck my ass," he offered.  I didn't need to be asked
twice.  Paolo grabbed his camera again and got ready to take the shots of
my pole driving into my boy.  I lubed up, although I doubted I would need
it.  I aimed at Brett's ass and waited for Paolo to get his pictures.  I
was just about to push forward when Brett slammed backwards driving my cock
all the way into him in one fast movement.  He almost knocked me backwards.
He grunted as I bottomed out in his well soaked and used ass.  I was bigger
than Paolo, so I had a couple inches of untapped ass to pound.  I held onto
Brett and leaned down to kiss his back as I fucked his cute hole.  I was so
horny that it didn't take long for me to leave my seeds inside his ass
right next to Paolo's.  I pulled out and Brett turned to clean me off as
well.

"Your turn Paolo.  I haven't fucked you yet," Brett said as he smiled at
him.

"No, I don't do that.  Please fuck your boyfriend again and I make video.
No face, just close up, like picture.  Once again I got on my back and
Brett stuffed me like a turkey at Christmas.  This time he went in a lot
easier and although I was being stretched to my limit I loved having him in
there.  He kept drilling me as hard and fast as he could until he screamed
he was cumming and his first blast filled me.  He pulled out quickly and
shot the rest all over my cock, chest and abs.  He mustn't have come in a
week with that much cum.  Paolo was getting it all on video.  We lay around
kissing and cuddling for a while longer before we all headed into the
shower to clean up.  Paolo let us use the bathroom first so we could get
rid of the cum in our asses.  Once we were done Brett hugged and kissed me
and we opened the door so Paolo could join us and clean-up, which of course
turned into another kissing and stroking session.  We said goodnight and
headed back to the bar.  Brett was grinning like we'd scored the big deal.
We danced and had a few more drinks before the night was over.  Brett
managed to pull another few guys to play with in the back room, although he
said he only gave them blowjobs.  By the time we left I was exhausted and
my ass was sore.  As we got into the hostel, the guy at the counter asked
if I was Justin.  I panicked a bit as I thought I was in trouble, but then
I realized if anyone was in trouble it would be Brendan, my alter ego.  I
told him I was and he said that someone had dropped a package off for me.
He handed me a long thin white box with a red ribbon.  I opened it and
inside was a red rose with a note that said, `I saw you from a distance and
thought you were hot.  Your secret admirer.'

"Who dropped it off?"  I asked the guy.

"I don't know.  It was left here earlier."

That was strange.  I'd never had a secret admirer before though.  I giggled
like a little girl and took it upstairs as we went to our room.  I figured
it was from one of the guys we met tonight, but it was kinda creepy that
they knew where I as staying.

Brett and I stripped and went down the hall to have another shower together
before heading to bed.  He handed me the 650 as my half of the three-way
session.  Jeez, between that and the 150 I had made by myself, it had been
a very profitable night.  Brett said that he had made over 1100 and
considered that excellent.  He said if he could do that a few nights, he'd
be able to travel for a few more months.  I smiled.

"So how much would you charge me, if I wanted to fuck again?"

"I could work a deal for you.  Half price for my friends," He laughed and
leaned over to kiss me.  "Hope you had fun tonight."

"Yeah, for sure, but my ass is going to be stretched for a week from that
tree trunk of yours."

"Guess we better keep doing it so that you get used to it."

"Music to my ears," I said as I kissed him again and we drifted off to
sleep.

The next morning I woke up early and sent the guys an email and some more
pictures.  Troy emailed right back.

"Hey Bro!  I'm going to get my learner's permit this week.  Not sure I
actually want to drive, but Dad seems pretty excited about it.  He said all
guys should drive, so since I'm a guy, I gotta learn.  Rofl!  Dad showed me
how to use a power drill.  That's way easier than a screwdriver and did you
know there are like a thousand different bits to use for screwdrivers, yup,
uh huh!  So I'm just about out of the parking tickets and stuff, but Colin
said he'd get more of them for me, so no worries.  Alex said if I needed
more money I could work at the coffee shop, but that seems so not me.  What
do you think?  Okay, but seriously, Dad said that if I needed to save money
I could move into his house with him and Alice.  I like my apartment, but
do you think it would be fun to live in your house instead?  I'm kinda
confused.  Living in my apartment can be lonely sometimes, especially when
I now have all you guys as friends and stuff.  What do you think?  I could
save the $500 a month for the rent.  I already have more money than I know
what to do with.  I haven't been spending any of that money you've been
giving me for my pay, cause I make enough from people tipping me on the
street, so if you ever need it back, just let me know.  So should I move
into your house?  I could sleep in your old rooms.  Let me know whenever.
Love ya, bro!  -Troy Walker Masters (I'm trying out the new name... still
sounds weird, but I like being a Masters!) C U soon.

I loved how he called Dad, Dad, but he called Mom, Alice.  I guess it's
because he never had a Dad so it didn't feel strange to him, but his Mom
was someone special and couldn't be replaced by my Mom.  I'd think about it
and let him know later.  Brett woke up after I put my stuff away and I went
over and slapped his ass.

"Hey slut, wanna fuck?"

"You can't afford me bitch," he grinned as he turned to look at me.

"I get half price, remember."

"Yeah, but even at half price, you couldn't afford this!"  He said as he
threw the covers back and waved his morning erection at me.  Damn, that
thing was so big I would need a climbing harness to get to the top of it.

"I dunno, I've seen better, plus it's missing parts, like the skin that
goes over the tip.  It's defective and well used.  I think I should get it
pretty cheap."

"Oh, that's so wrong!" he said as he shot out of bed and grabbed me.  I
tried to get away, but we ended up wrestling on the bed until he finally
pinned me and I had to yell uncle.  He sat on my shoulders and put his
monster cock along the center of my face.  I almost became cross eyed as I
tried to see it.  I stuck my tongue out and licked it.  He chuckled and
jumped off, grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist to head off
for a shower and no doubt a morning piss.  I knew he wouldn't jerk off as
he was a `working boy'.  I went and showered with him but nothing happened.
I was only getting sex if I paid for it, or joined him in a group thing.

I texted Spencer and Parker and we arranged to meet up in an hour.  I
invited Brett, but he was only interested in making more cash for his trip,
and said I should meet him at the Rage Club at 10pm.  I trotted my ass to
the guy's hotel with my backpack and the stuff I'd need for the day.  Once
I knocked on their door, Parker flung it open and gave me a big hug,
followed by Spencer who also hugged me.  We caught up quickly and they
showed me some of the pictures of the places they had been and I shared
mine.  Spencer loved the cute boys I had taken pictures of.

We headed out and went sightseeing on our way to the Alpamare waterpark.
It was supposed to be the hottest waterpark in Europe, and they weren't
kidding.  Holy mother of waterparks!  They had tons of water slides, tube
rides, hot and cold pools, a wave pool, a river pool that changed speeds so
that I felt like I was swimming a million miles an hour, and an iodine
brine pool which was supposed to be good for healing but it looked weird as
the water was yellow.  That one was full of a lot of old people.

It was really expensive, and that was for the four hour ticket.  It worked
out to like $42 plus another 5 if you wanted to use the steam room and
sauna areas.  The guys didn't want to pay that much as they were on a
limited budget, but I thought we deserved it and paid for all of us.  After
all, I had some extra money, and if I knew Brett, I'd have more tonight.
We quickly changed and locked our stuff up.  There were 10 water slides to
choose from and most had a tube you could ride down and each one seemed to
have a theme to it.  I liked the ones where you could have a double tube if
you wanted.  Sometimes I went down with Parker, other times with Spencer
and when they went together, I rode a single tube.  I had fun when Spencer
was in front of me as I slid my hand into the back of his shorts and poked
his hole.  Of course, he did it back to me when I was in front.  Parker
giggled when I did it to him, but didn't do it back.  I guess he'd had a
gay friend long enough to know what we were like.  My favorite ride was the
black hole called thriller.  All three of us could ride in one tube and of
course both Spencer and I took the opportunity to slide our hands into each
other's shorts and jerk the guy off, then remove our hands before we came
out the bottom of the slide.  One run down, I managed to convince Spencer
to put Parker in the middle and we both attacked him.  I slid my hands into
his shorts from behind and Spencer groped him from the front.  He reached
around and pinched Spencer's nipples and then turned and surprised me by
kissing me on the lips quickly.  I laughed and held onto his cock and balls
for the whole trip despite him trying to pull my hands out.  At the pool at
the bottom of the run, he smiled and then pushed me into the water.  It was
like we had been friends for years and we had a blast all day.  I had a lot
of trouble communicating with them as I kept forgetting to look at them as
we ran up to the various slides, but they were very patient with me and
taught me tons.  I tried to ask Spencer if he and Parker ever fooled around
together.  He said no, but I forgot that unlike speech where you could talk
silently to each other when the other was out of earshot, signing could be
seen from a great distance.  Parker grinned and signed back that Spencer
had given him a few blowjobs in the past.  He also joked that Spencer was
really bad at it, which I knew from experience was false.  I asked if they
ever fucked and when they looked at each other, I had my answer and smiled.
Parker admitted he had fucked Spencer once just to see what it was like,
but had never taken it up the ass, but had let a finger go in him before.
I liked the friendship they had and was looking forward to having them as
friends when we got home.  I wanted to meet more of their friends and I
hoped they liked mine.  We were there five hours and found ourselves having
to pay an extra $10 each for the overtime charge, but it was worth it for
sure.  After we left we went to dinner at a nice restaurant and shared more
stories.  For the complicated stuff, we used notepads on the phones and
shared them back and forth.  It was way easier than signing, but I felt bad
that I couldn't learn fast enough.  I talked as I signed what little I
knew, and they could read lips for the most part.  When they talked to each
other, I couldn't catch half of it as they did it so fast.  Even when they
finger spelled something, it was a blur and I maybe caught one or two
letters, but I didn't care, they were some of the most real guys I had ever
met.

I invited them to go to the Rage Club with me, but when we looked it up
online, we quickly realized that this wouldn't be a club that Parker would
enjoy.  It was more like a cruising club instead of a dance bar.  I didn't
know why Brett would pick this place as no one would pay him for sex when
they had a whole club full of guys who were giving it away for free.  I
texted Brett to suggest that we go to the club from yesterday so my friends
could dance.  He texted back and said he'd meet me there at 11pm and hoped
we could make a lot of `cash'.  I wasn't as excited about that as spending
more time with my new friends.  Quite honestly, I would have been happy to
pay Brett myself and just have him be normal for the night, but I knew that
probably wouldn't happen.  I'd be likely to pay him and he'd still go off
with someone.  He just struck me as that type of guy, although I sure
enjoyed sex with him...a lot.

The guys and me got to the club ahead of Brett and found a good seat in the
back corner.  Once the place filled up and got warmer, I took off my shirt
and dragged Spencer out to join me.  After a few minutes he took off his
shirt as well.  We returned to Parker and had another drink.  A couple of
guys came over to hit on us and bring a drink.  I knew what they wanted,
but didn't tell the guys as I didn't want them to be creeped out at all.  I
giggled to myself as I grabbed Parker's hand and yanked him to the dance
floor.  He is a great dancer for a straight boy and I surprised the hell
out of him as I pulled his shirt up and yanked it off.  He shook his head
and just grinned at me.  The longer we danced, the closer I got to him and
finally grabbed him by the waist to grind him against me.  He went with it
for a few seconds, but then pushed away, pinched one of my nipples
playfully and finished the song with me.  It was way too warm so we left
our shirts off as we headed back to Spencer.  It was more than an hour
before Brett showed up.

"Sorry I was late dude.  That club actually sucked.  Everyone wanted me...I
mean who wouldn't right?...but none of them wanted to pay for it and there
is no way I put out for free.  Not when they could have all this."  He put
his hands out and spun around grinning and then sat down.  I introduced him
to Spencer and Parker and gave him the run down about how to make sure they
could understand him.  First he talked louder, which seemed to be the
initial reaction so far.  Weird.  Then he over emphasized his lip movements
to make sure they could read them.  I had to tell him to just to looked
directly at them and talk normally.  If they couldn't understand they'd let
him know and he could message it.

It didn't take long for the first guy to come up and buy Brett a drink and
he negotiated with him and headed off to the back.  The guys asked where he
was going and I signed back that he was going for a BJ.  They laughed and
we drank until he came back.  He was now in his horny phase so he took off
his pants and asked me to do it too and join him so we could get the guys
interested.  We danced in our underwear and the more he moved against me
the hornier I was getting.  I had a raging boner which was clearly visible.
Of course it didn't help that Brett kept drawing attention to it by either
grinding his crotch against mine, or groping and holding onto it as he
danced behind me.  Spencer noticed as he joined us in just his underwear
too.  Brett sandwiched Spencer between us and took the opportunity to feel
him up.  He was really turning on the sexy moves and Spencer was loving it
without realizing the motives that Brett had.  No point in telling him as
he was enjoying himself.  Brett decided to be a bit more playful and yanked
my underwear to my ankles suddenly, which of course sent my cock out into
plain view.  With a full erection it was not hard to miss and it took a few
seconds to get my shorts back up; of course as I bent over the pick them
up, Brett pretended to fuck me.  I could feel that I wasn't the only
erection in our group as he rubbed against me.  I redressed and tried to
yank his shorts down in retaliation, but he just held on.  We all laughed
and I headed back to the table to join Parker.  We signed and messaged back
and forth for a while and I watched with a bit of jealousy as Brett took
Spencer into the back room.  It took every ounce of restraint in me not to
run in and join them, or rescue Spencer.  Of course Parker didn't miss it
either and asked if they were going back to make out.  I just shrugged that
I didn't really know.

They were gone a long time but I was getting along great with Parker and he
had slowed down his signing enough that I could almost keep up, plus he had
started to message me and then sign the same thing immediately, which was
really helping a lot.  It was like having subtitles.  By the time the guys
came back Spencer was grinning and ordered another round of drinks.

"I just got 100 francs for letting a few guys blow me.  I'd have let them
do it for free but Brett said to always take their money."  That definitely
sounded like Brett.  Our professional rent boy kept working the room and
accepting drinks.  We all danced together, although Parker chose not to
take off his pants.  Brett tried to work him, but I think the straight boy
was very uncomfortable with him.  I mean he only had one motive and that
was to sell us to the higher bidder and to make sure everyone around us
knew he was sexy and for sale.  Once again I left Spencer and Brett to
dance as I went back to the table to sit with Parker.

`No offense Justin, but your new friend is a bit of a douche,' he said
messaging it.

`He's alright.  Just trying to make some money by being sexy,' I messaged
back.

`I think he's more of a slut than sexy.'

`Same thing in his mind' and I added a smiley face...on the message screen,
not on my actual face...

I explained it to him a bit more as we messaged, but he didn't change his
mind.  As we watched them dance, they were attracting attention and guys
were coming up to dance with them.  An older, really muscular guy spent a
lot of time with them and Brett was talking up a storm.  He even pointed
over to us as they talked and the guy looked towards the table.  After a
few minutes of their conversation and dancing, they all came over to join
Parker and me.

"Dude, would you show him your cock?  He's willing to pay us big money
tonight."  I groaned as I really didn't want to go with this guy.  Paolo
from last night was a good looking guy.  This guy looked like he was out of
proportion.  Small head, no neck, giant chest and legs.  He was so muscular
that he kinda waddled as he walked.  I wondered if he was a steroid guy.
Before I could respond, Brett yanked the band of my underwear and pulled my
cock out for the guy to see.  I let him leave it out long enough for the
guy to see it, but not long enough for it to seem like I was just letting
him.  He appeared impressed and asked to see Spencer and Parker's cock.  He
easily got Spencer to show his dick, similar to how eager I was last night.
Parker just shook his head as he watched his friend.  Of course he refused
to show his to the guy.  Parker didn't mind being around gay guys and even
being flirty or naked around friends, but he drew the line at anything this
gay.

Brett took the guy back to the dance floor and it was funny watching them
as the guy looked like a dancing brick with about the same agility.  It
wasn't long before he returned with the guys offer.  "Dude, he wants to
hook up with all four of us.  He thinks your killer cute," he said to me.

"That's because I have all this," I said standing up and turning around as
I mocked him.

He smiled, "He will pay us 2000 which is like outrageous, but he said we
would have to work for it.  I told him that the straight boy wouldn't be
available, but the rest of us might.  What do you say, let's make some
serious coin, right?!"

"Brett, I know you want to make a fortune but I'm not into it.  Last night
was a blast as I'd never really been a hooker before, but this guy is
totally not my type.  I couldn't get it up for him."

"Please dude.  You could get it up for me.  We'd be able to fuck each other
and make out again.  Plus I'd get a piece of your friend too.  He's really
into me and said he wants to play as long as I'll fuck him.  I showed him
my cock and he was hooked.  Come on Justin, please."

"Go renegotiate with him for just you and Spencer.  I don't really need the
money and I promise I'll make it up to you later tonight."

"Dude, you are so pooping at my party."  He looked disappointed and headed
back to the guy.  I watched them talking and he nodded and came back.
Brett told Spencer that the deal was 1000 for fucking or 1500 if he was
interested in getting into watersports.  He made Brett promised that he'd
fuck him if they went.  Brett grinned and promised that he'd get pounded
hard at least once and possibly a hell of a lot more.  There's probably
something wrong with me as I was jealous again, but I didn't know who I was
jealous of.  I could have either guy, and if I joined the hooker orgy, I
could have them all, so why be jealous?  Maybe I did too much pot in
Amsterdam.

Spencer and Parker went into a flurry of signing and facial and shoulder
gestures.  It was the most silent fight I had ever seen.  It looked like an
old fashioned movie without the pop up words.  Finally Parker gave him a
gesture I recognized and I'm not sure if it was official ASL but it was
certainly a universal signal and was easy to do as it only required one
finger.  Spencer and Brett left with the walking wall and Parker downed a
couple of drinks.  I could see he was no longer enjoying himself so I
suggested we leave.  He agreed and asked if I'd like to hang out with him
back at the hotel.  I had nothing else to do and Parker was an awesome guy,
so we headed back to the hotel and had a few more drinks as we played
cards.  I convinced him to play strip poker and he laughed and said that I
was definitely a fag; but played anyway.  He lost his clothes first and
since it seemed silly for me to stay in my boxers I stripped so that we
were both naked and very drunk.  At some point we both passed out together
on the bed.  When I woke up Parker was lying beside me and since we hadn't
even turned out the lights, I took the opportunity to check out his great
body.  He had an uncut cock but it was the type where the foreskin only
covered half the head when he was limp.  I wiggled down the bed slowly,
being careful not to move too much so that I wouldn't wake him up.  I put
my head on his thigh so I was staring close up at his balls and cock.
Since he hadn't moved with my head on him, I moved my hand to feel his
pubes and played in them gently and cautiously for a moment.  I slid my
hand down his soft smooth penis and lifted it up to have a looked at it.
Nothing is hotter than just checking out a cock with the nerves and
adrenaline pumping at full speed that they may wake up and toss you out a
window.  As I moved it in my fingers, the skin slid back slightly and I
could see more of the mushroom head, so I skinned it back the rest of the
way very slowly and looked at the shiny pink helmet.  My cock wanted to see
too, so it stretched itself up to get closer.  As I played...uh...I mean
inspected Parker's cock, it began to grown in my hand.  I stopped any
movement and looked up at him, but he appeared to still be fast asleep.  He
balls were moving on their own as the sac tightened and the cock continued
to rise until it was fully hard at around 7 inches.  He had the type that
almost touched his belly when he was erect.  I pulled it back down to have
a look at it and couldn't resist giving the tip a kiss.  Now just like a
potato chip, you can't just eat one.  Well maybe you can, but this is me
I'm talking about...I had to go back for the rest of the bag.  No pun
intended.  I kissed the tip of his cock again and opened my mouth to get my
lips around it.  He felt awesome and the thrill of playing with a straight
boy was incredible, at least for one of us.  As I sucked gently on the tip
of his boner, I used my other hand to feel his balls.  They were rock hard
in his sac now and it made him even cuter.  Then I just about needed a
defibrillator as his hand moved and rested on the top of my head.  I looked
up without moving and he still looked asleep to me.  I felt a little
pressure on the back of my head so I went with it and slid the length of
his cock.  He left his hand on me as I sucked his cock and played with his
balls.  He never moved or gave me any indication that he was awake.  Even
when he blew his sweet load into me he never groaned or announced it, which
seemed a minimum requirement when you cum...if you ask me.  I sucked as
much out of him as I could before turning off the lights, pulling a sheet
over both of us and going back to sleep with a boner and a smile on my
face.

A few hours later, I felt the bed move and looked up to see Spencer getting
in with us.  He was already naked and spooned up behind me and put his arm
over me.  I turned to kiss him quickly and he smiled and we went back to
sleep.  When the time came for us to finally wake up, it was Spence who
took the initiative to take care of my morning wood.  He was bouncing up
and down on it so hard and shaking the bed so much that it woke Parker.  He
looked over, grinned and shook his head before he got out and went to the
bathroom for a shower, giving us some privacy.  I took the opportunity to
69 with Spence before Parker came back.  He returned wrapped in a towel and
we took a shower next and made out a bit.  I have always liked waking up
like that.

We strolled out naked and Parker was already in a robe.  He made no mention
of what had happened last night and I still had no idea if he was awake of
not.  Spencer didn't ask if we had had sex or anything, probably just
figuring it was none of his business.  I kept looking at Parker for any
indication, but it was just a normal morning with normal conversation.
Even him waking up to sex going on beside him seemed to be a non-topic.  I
told the guys that I was heading to the nude beach at Tiefenbrunnen on
Zurich Lake and asked if they wanted to go with Brett and me.  They
hesitated, but I assured them that we wouldn't be selling sex, or at least
I would make sure that Brett didn't involve us.  Spencer didn't seem overly
concerned and sent me a text (so that Parker didn't see the comment) to say
he'd actually had fun with Brett and also made about 900 francs during the
evening.  I smiled and kissed him.  I told them that I had to run to the
hostel to get changed and would meet them at noon.

I was starting to feel the wild nights and all the travelling catching up
to me and was looking forward to a nice relaxing day on the beach to tan
all my white bits.  I know they're normally called pink bits, but mine were
definitely still white. Upon entering the Hostel the front desk guy handed
me another box like the one from yesterday.  Inside was another rose and
card.  `Just thinking of holding your body against me makes me tingle in
anticipation.  Your Secret Admirer' I smiled and loved that I was getting
roses from some secret crush.  I couldn't even imagine who it would be.  It
didn't seem like a Brett thing, or even Spencer.  Maybe Scott but he
wouldn't know where I was.  I checked the GPS locators for all the guys at
home, and they were still there, so it wasn't them.  As I got back to my
room thinking, I was surprised to see Brett fucking the stuffing out of a
girl on our bed.  As he heard me he looked over, grinned and stuck his
tongue out bobbing his head as if he'd just conquered her.  He waved me
over and watching Brett's cute bubble butt bouncing up and down, it was
just too enticing to walk away from.  I strolled over and ran my hand over
it.  I rubbed it like it was a crystal ball as he continued to fuck the
girl beneath him.  I was so hard that I wanted to climb on top and drill
Brett hard.  I pushed a finger into his hole and loved how tight it was.  I
shoved my hand down my pants and jerked my cock as Brett just looked at me
again.  I couldn't determine if he was fucking her, thinking of me, or just
enjoying what he was doing and trying to show me what a stud he was.  The
more I fingered him, the more he groaned and wiggled so I kept going.  The
two of them kissed and he played with her boobs.  It was almost as if I
wasn't there at all.  She was moaning in pleasure and I wished it were me
being pummelled by that big cock.  It didn't take long before she screamed
and I assumed, came.  Do girls cum or do they just moan?  He pulled out and
I watched each inch slide out of her.  I wanted to suck that cock like a
morning lollipop, but it needed disinfecting first.  The girl got off the
bed, kissed him and dressed as she smiled at me.  She reached into her
purse and gave Brett a couple hundred francs.  He walked her naked to the
door and then came back to jumped back in bed.  "That's another satisfied
customer," he grinned.

"Where the fuck do you find all these people?  I mean hell I can find
hundreds of guys to fuck all the time, but I've never got money from any of
them."

"Have you ever asked for any?"

"Okay, good point.  So I heard from Spencer that you had a good night."

"Yeah.  That big muscle dude had a dick that a 12 year old would be
embarrassed to show, and talk about small balls, I almost laughed.  You'd
think a guy that size would be hung like me."

"Dude, only horses and elephants are hung like you, but I think you made
Spencer's whole trip.  So we're all going to Tiefenbrunnen to do some
suntanning today.  You coming with?

"Sure, I love that beach.  It's a little cool out but I can probably make a
few bucks walking around anyway."

I laughed.  "I figured you'd say that!"

"So you missed out on a lot of money last night dude, but you might be able
to make some today if we go back out."

"I have a deal for you instead.  This is my last night in Zurich as I'm
heading for Venice in the morning, but how about if I pay you the 650 I
made the other night and you spend tonight with me.  I hope you like me
enough to not have it feel like a paid job but more like sex with a
friend."

"Yeah, that would be awesome.  I enjoyed playing with you when we hooked up
with Paolo.  You want to go out and dance and have a few drinks first?"

"Only if you promise not to hustle while we're out.  I want to hang out and
get to know you better."

"Sure, now are you going to keep standing there or would you like a teaser
right now?"

I quickly stripped and fucked the ass off him and we made out like
boyfriends.  When he wasn't being a rent boy, he was actually a pretty cool
guy.  After a gigantic, late breakfast I texted the guys and told them we
were on our way.  The beach was nice, although nothing like wreck beach at
home.  We found a good spot with just the right mix of sun and eye candy.
Being the awesome friend I am, I quickly offered to run suntan lotion on
everyone even though it wasn't really warm enough to need it.  I did them
like an assembly line and made extra sure that they had lots on their
asses.  No point in having a burnt butt.  I had them turn over and despite
complaints from Parker, I did their fronts as well.  The penis and
testicles can be very susceptible to burning since it doesn't get out much,
so I paid special attention to them when applying lotion.  Parker, being a
straight boy was especially susceptible in my mind, so it was a good thing
that they all got erections while I did it so that all the extra skin was
covered.  Needless to say, once I was done, they turned back on their
stomachs again.  Most of the guys around us also seemed to flip onto their
stomachs as well.  I wonder if that's evil of just playful of me.  Spencer
did my back and decided to get even a little as he shoved his finger into
my hole as he worked the lotion on my ass.  I got instantly hard, so when
he had me turn over I was fully exposed to everyone.  He made a point of
making sure my crotch was also well oiled up. If it had been lube he
needed, he wouldn't have needed any from a bottle as I was leaking quite
badly. Fortunately he was nice enough to rub it into my skin for me.  We
tanned for a while, and once we had gotten back under control we joined a
couple of girls for a game of Frisbee.  Parker seemed to like that and
chatted the girls up for a while afterwards. I think that all these new
smartphones with a messaging screen have made it was easier for deaf
people.  I can't imagine how much more difficult it must have been before
them.  Brett took plenty of opportunities to head into the bushes and
usually returned with a semi inflated penis.  No doubt as to what he was
doing, and I wondered if he was charging everyone.  I learned shortly
afterwards that he was as I went for a piss and some guy offered me 30
francs if he could blow me.  Once again he wasn't my type so I declined,
but it was obvious that Brett was setting up his business in the bushes.  I
tried going in the water, but it was really cold, so I just decided to stay
in the sun instead.  We spent the majority of the day there and headed back
only in time for supper.  Brett and I talked quite a bit when he wasn't off
flogging his wares to the natives.

"I am going to head to Mogadishu in another month," he said as we talked
about his travels.

"Bless you," I chuckled.  "Where the fuck is that?"

"Somalia," he replied.  Oh, well that cleared that up.  I seriously wished
I'd brought the computer to the beach so I could search for it.

"So what's in Pikachu in Somalia?"

"Mogadishu," he corrected.  And again I blessed him.  "It's just a historic
country that's a bit war ravaged and it's where the movie Black Hawk down
was based.  Did you ever see that one?"

"Yeah, and it certainly didn't look like a tourist destination.  So let me
get this right, you're an American who wants to go into a war torn country
where locals shoot down American helicopters?  Yep, that sounds safe
enough," I said sarcastically.  "Just make sure you have a GPS chip
embedded in your body so that they can find you for the extraction."

"I think they like us there now," he said noncommittally.

They'd be the only ones then, I thought to myself.  I can tell you that if
I knew of a country that hated Canadians, I sure as hell wouldn't go on
vacation there.  That's why I don't go to Mexico or Florida.  They seem to
kill Canadian tourists there and that puts a real downer on the whole trip
when you get kidnapped, tortured and killed.

After we got back to the hotel, I said goodbye to Spencer and Parker and
told them I'd see them back in Vancouver shortly as I was heading for
Venice tomorrow.  We hugged and said our farewells.  I dropped my stuff off
at the hostel and agreed to meet up with Brett after midnight for our date.
We had decided on the T&M Club which was apparently a disco club.  I hoped
it wasn't an S&M or T&A club instead.  I headed over to check out the Renos
Sauna as it appeared that the gay bathouses in Europe were so much cooler
than the ones in Canada.  Ours were like converted office space.  Theirs
were like old world Roman buildings or architecturally designed places. It
was fascinating to see them and of course play around with hot guys too.
After I paid my 30 francs to get in, the very first thing I noticed was
that it wasn't just guys.  I quickly learned that Friday and Tuesdays were
bisexual nights.  I'm used to walking around naked with guys in bathouses
but with women there it took on a whole new feeling.  I hit the steam room
and sauna but kept my towel on as it seemed everyone else was.  I guess
with the guys were a bit more modest with girls present.  Seemed to take
the fun out of it a bit, at least until I got to the playroom.  The first
thing I noticed was a brunette girl lying on her back on the sling being
fucked by a guy maybe in his early 30's.  Others were standing around
watching, either jerking off or playing with the person next to them.  I
had found the sex room...  There were a few girls standing there too having
their pussies fingered, which I seriously tried not to look at, and their
boobs were being sucked.  That I didn't mind so much.  As I got closer I
must have gotten into the outer ring of the play circle as I felt my towel
being unfastened and hands feeling all over my body.  Slowly I was pulled
further and further into the group and of course my cock loved the
attention so it quickly rose to the occasion.  Before I knew it I was in
the middle of it all and I had so many hands on me I felt like a celebrity.
One guy pulled my head back and kissed me.  I was so into it that I didn't
even notice as my cock was pushed into the pussy of the girl on the sling.
It wasn't until I was thrust forward and was all the way inside her that I
realized what had happened.  Thankfully it wasn't horrifying as I had lots
of guys to look at as I fucked her.  I tried not to look down as seeing my
cock being eaten by the scary thing wouldn't have done anything for my
erection.  I was bent forward and encouraged to suck her tits, which I did.
Not a big deal as a tit is a tit is a tit, whether on a guy or girl.  I
know some heavier set guys and older guys who seem like they have boobs
anyway, so what's the difference?  As I focused on fucking and sucking, I
felt a cock at my ass and braced myself for penetration.  It entered me and
slid deep inside, but instead of feeling skin or pubes, I felt cold metal
against my ass.  I turned to have a look and I was being fucked by a chick
with a strap on dildo.  `Houston, we have a problem'.  I was sandwiched
between two girls both of whom were fucking me.  I hope they have shrinks
in Zurich as I was going to need therapy.  It didn't take long for my cock
to deflate and pop out of the girl on the sling and I tapped the girl
behind me that I was done.  I did my best to get out of there as quickly as
I could and head for the showers and disinfecting lab.  That seriously is
not my thing, although watching a girl get fucked by a hot big dick guy was
a total turn on.  I went into the porn room and sat in the corner away from
the four people making out.  Once I had recovered a bit of my horniness, I
went back into the steam room which was a little maze like instead of being
a big open room.  I enjoyed the heat and relaxed quite a bit.  After a cold
shower and wandering around, I noticed they had massages so I arranged for
one.  They had multiple prices and I didn't really understand what they
said, but I figured I wanted the best, so I paid for it.

The masseuse was a great looking young guy who did the massage in his tight
white briefs which showed off his package nicely.  How the hell you're
supposed to relax when that keeps walking by and his hands are all over
your body is beyond me.  He started by oiling me up from head to toe and
told me that he would do the shaving first.  I didn't know that shaving was
part of a massage, but I figured when in Rome... or more precisely, when in
Zurich...  What I hadn't counted on was just how intimate the shaving would
be.  He used a straight razor which actually terrified the fuck out of me
as those are the type they use on slasher films to slit your throat.  As he
did my face, I honestly thought my life was about to end, but he was so
gentle and amazing that I quickly relaxed.  The warm towels over my face
and body were nice too.  Then he shaved down the rest of my body.  I don't
have much as I keep everything trimmed nicely.  I have no chest hair
anyway, but that didn't stop him from shaving me there.  He took my
underarm hair, which I normally keep short but don't really remove
altogether.  Then he did my pubes, cock, balls and finally my legs.  I
suppose I could have stopped him before he did my legs, but I was actually
enjoying him touching me, so I let him continue.  I liked the hair on my
lower legs and knew it would grow back so wasn't too worried.  He had me
turn over and the process began on my back and intimately into my ass
crack.  I was quite sure that he hadn't missed a single hair anywhere.  He
wiped me down all over with warm cloths before beginning to drench me in
oils.  Then the massage began.  Without hair anywhere and having been
freshly shaved I felt about as smooth and slippery as a dolphin.  He was a
master at his job and I almost fell asleep several times.  After he
finished my back I turned over so he could do my front.  His hand brushed
over my cock and balls several times and they responded to his touch
quickly.  He asked me if I would like the entire massage service and of
course I nodded.  He removed his shorts and I could see a very nice semi
erect uncut cock on his beautiful body.  He stroked my cock and balls for a
while, massaging them like the professional he was.  I knew I was leaking
precum and just relaxed on the table to enjoy it.  He came up behind my
head and I was able to look right up the length of his body.  Talk about a
great view.  He lifted his cock up so I could see it and rubbed it across
my cheeks.  That's definitely full service and the international language
for you can suck my cock.  I stuck my tongue out and he ran his hardening
dick over my mouth.  I wanted it.  He leaned forward so he could run his
hands down my body and onto my cock with his dick sliding over my face.
Just as I thought we were about to 69 and my breathing was so raspy that I
thought I had contracted asthma, he told me that our time was up.  That was
so not cool.  I asked if I could pay for more time and he readily agreed,
telling me that it was another 200 francs.  At that point I would have paid
500 francs I was so horny.  I agreed and we continued the `special'
massage.  He pulled me up the bed a bit so that my head hung over the edge.
This was a much better position as I was able to lick his balls now.  He
slid his big cock into my mouth and I sucked on it like I was starving.  He
kept playing with my cock and balls as he gently fucked my face.  I
swallowed him and as he face fucked me, I was being jerked off.  He
complimented my body and nice penis which of course always make a person
feel good.  He spent a long time doing this and I was thoroughly enjoying
his cock until he pulled out and went down beside me to give me a blowjob.
He was as skilled at that as he was at massaging.  I felt his finger
probing at my hole and I moved my legs to let him enter which he did as he
felt for my prostate.  I was almost boiling over when he stopped and once
again complimented my body.

"You have such a beautiful penis and your ass, it feels so tight.  I don't
normally say this but it would be amazing to feel how it is like to fuck."
I thought to myself, `I' don't normally say this either, but fuck me!  Fuck
me hard'.

I told him I would like that and asked if he would.  He said that he really
didn't have time and his boss didn't approve of him fucking the customers.
They always wanted him to keep going on massages as that's how they made
money.  He mentioned that the masseuse only got a small portion of the
money I paid to the club and about all he got were the tips and 10%.  I
promised him that I'd be giving him a big tip and begged him to fuck me.
He had pushed every button I had and even a few I didn't know I had.  My
entire body felt like it was now one giant sexual nerve ending.  No matter
where he touched me, my cock jumped.  If he fucked me I was sure I'd be in
a euphoria I'd never felt before.

"I can do it quickly as long as I don't get into trouble," he smiled as he
went to the bottom of the bed and pulled me down so that my ass was hanging
off the edge.  He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and my body tingled
with anticipation.  He said that normally people gave him 500 francs for
this if they paid him, but he loved my body and just wanted to please me.
I was ready for him to please me and as he began to press against my
waiting tunnel and ran his hands down my super smooth legs, I shivered in
anticipation.  He fucked me like he was making love while at the same time
gently stroking my cock which was still rock hard.  He fucked for several
minutes before pulling out and spraying his load all over my cock and
balls.  He used that cum as lube to jerk me off as he pushed himself back
into me.  I fired a load so big that I was covered from neck to navel in my
own juices.  He kept stroking me even after I finished until I finally had
to stop him as my dick was really sensitive.  He pulled out and used a
towel to wipe me clean.  He led me over to a small shower and washed me
from head to toe.  He said that he would leave me to cool down for a minute
and when he returned, he had a paper that I could sign to fill in for the
tip and extra time charge.  He had definitely pleased me so I left him the
500 francs.  It was worth every penny... or every rappen as it's known in
Switzerland.  He thanked me and I left to go hang out in the sauna, but I
was feeling so awesome that I really just wanted a nap now, so I headed
back to the hostel for a quick rest before my date.  Brett returned to get
ready and asked how my day was.  I told him about the Sauna and massage and
he shook his head.

"Oldest trick in the book dude.  They get you so horny that you'd agree to
pay anything for a blowjob or fuck.  You realize you just spend 900 francs
for something that you could have got for 300 from a rentboy."  Trust Brett
to make my amazing experience all about rentboys.  "Dude, you give me 900
francs and we'll have sex all weekend."  I considered it as I smiled to
myself.

"Brett and I had a good time at the club and came home a little drunk and
of course, horny.  We had sex all night long and his big cock felt good
pounding my ass, but at the end of the day, it was just sex.  He didn't
make me feel special like the masseuse, but I wasn't complaining.  The two
of us did everything two guys could do in bed together and I kept at it as
long as I could before we finally fell asleep.  Even when I woke up in the
morning, I sucked him until he was hard and rode that massive dick one last
time.  We kissed and fooled around again before cleaning up.  I packed my
stuff and paid Brett for our night together as promised.  Somehow I really
felt cheap paying him for sex.  It was so great, but then seemed worthless
as I paid him.  Too bad, it was a fun night otherwise.  We exchanged
information, but I seriously doubted we would ever see each other again.
He did let me take a few naked pictures of him and his big cock though,
which was nice.  Apparently that was included in the price.

I made the station in time for the train to Venice which was a 7 hour trip
so I settled in for the duration.  I had plenty to do in reading and
sending emails and pictures home.  I saw one from Scott who said he was now
heading home and looked forward to seeing me again.  That was nice, so I
quickly responded to tell him where I was off to next.  I needed to respond
to Troy about all his questions.

"Hey Troy Walker Masters, nice name BTW.  Lol!  Good luck on your learner's
permit; I'm sure you'll do fine.  Dad will enjoy teaching you to drive and
it'll be fun to see him that stressed out again.  When Jason and I learned
to drive he was a nervous wreck, but then he had two of us to teach at the
same time, so maybe he'll be calmer now.  As for living at the house,
that's entirely your choice.  Some things to consider though.  It's far
away from the downtown where you are familiar with things and you'd have to
travel a lot to get to work unless you decided to change jobs.  Living at
my old house would be good if you wanted to go to school with Kyle, Aaron
and Jordan, since it's really close.  As for working at the coffee shop, if
you don't think that seems like you, then it's probably not a good idea.
You need something that you will love to do and enjoy.  Maybe finish school
and then there will be lots of options for you, especially since you are so
smart and all.  I realize that this isn't really helping you with your
decisions but maybe we can talk more when I get home in a couple weeks.
Glad you're getting along with Dad and Alice (mom).  Love you bro!  Justin.

I was just about to send one to Kyle and then Colin when a young guy came
up and sat across from me.  He looked about 12.  "Hey mister.  I'm supposed
to give you this."  He handed me a small box.  I felt like a CSIS (Canadian
Security Intelligence Service) agent running from the KGB.  I half expected
to open it and find a microchip with my next assignment.  What I didn't
expect to find was a microchip in it with my next assignment.  I plugged
the card into my Ipad and listened.  A shadowed silhouette appeared in
front of a swirling background of rainbow colors.  A digitally altered and
very creepy voice said, `I am looking forward to having you wrapped around
me as I dream about you every night.  After seeing your amazing body and
that wonderful cock, I cannot wait for us to be together again.  Please
continue to be fabulous and your mission, should you choose to accept it,
is to make love to me once we see each other again.  I also noticed your
tattoo and was pleased that there are so many of us around the world.  Love
from your secret admirer.'

I quickly popped the disc out in case it was going to self-destruct in 5
seconds.  I waited for the theme music to kick in around me.  I looked at
the kid who was sitting staring at me.

"Who gave you this?"

"A man at the train station.  Gave me 50 francs if I delivered it to you
once we got underway."

"What did he look like?"

"Older, maybe 30, tall, wearing a hoodie.  Spoke with a funny accent."

"What kind of accent?"  I said trying to figure it out.

"I dunno maybe American.  Are you like a spy or something?"

"Nope, just a guy who apparently has a secret admirer.  So where are your
parents, do they know you're talking to strangers?"

"My parents are at home, and I always talk to strangers.  If I didn't how
would I ever meet anyone new?  Isn't everyone a stranger until you meet
them?"

That actually made sense.  "So you're travelling alone?  How old are you?"

"14.  Yeah I'm travelling alone.  I'm going to Venice to see my
girlfriend."

"Nice.  Don't take this the wrong way, but you look a lot younger."

"Yeah, I get that a lot, but I have my passport, so it's easy to prove that
I'm old enough to travel.  I figure I'll grow more soon, but for now I grew
in the important area."  He grinned and grabbed his crotch.  I laughed.

"Well, that's the most important for sure."

"So you want to hang out and maybe I can help you figure out who the
mystery guy is?"  We hung out and talked for a while which was a great way
to pass the time.  I found out that his name was Anton and he lived in
Zurich with his family.  His father was British so that's why he spoke
English so well.  He was so talkative that I found out almost everything
about him and more.  I suppose if I'd kept asking him questions, I would
have had his facebook password and bank card PIN.  As we travelled I took
out my big camera to take some pictures of the scenery.  I even took one of
him as he posed for me.  He took a few of me as well and then a few of the
train.  He scrolled through the pictures I had taken.

"Whoa!  Who's this guy?  He's naked and has a really big willy."

I laughed as I had forgotten that I hadn't downloaded that picture yet.
"Just an American guy I met on my travels."

"And he let you take naked pictures of him?"

"Uhhh, sure why not.  We hung out on the nude beach all day, so it didn't
really matter much."

"Well, he's sure got a huge willy.  I hope mine grows to be that size.  He
scrolled through a few more pictures and seemed fascinated by the ones of
Brett with an erection.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that I doubted
that his dick would get that large.  "So you look like you have a big dick
too," he grinned as he showed me one of the pictures.

When I first looked at it, I thought maybe Brett had taken it, except that
as I looked, both of us were in bed together.  The first picture was just
me, but I could make out part of Brett.  The next picture, I had moved from
having a limp dick to an erection but otherwise it was the same pictures.
The third picture shocked me the most and sent a chill through my body.  I
was still in the same position with my erection, but a red rose was angled
across my chest.  That meant someone had been in my room, got me hard and
put the rose on me.  Jesus, I was freaking out.

"I asked him if the picture of Brett was the guy who gave him the package,
hoping maybe Brett had just set the pictures up to throw me off the scent.

"No.  The other guy looked older, but then I really couldn't see all of his
as he had a hoodie.  Seeing you two guys with boners, I guess I still have
a lot of growing to do `cause I'm not anywhere near that size."

"You've got lots of growing to do yet buddy.  I wouldn't worry about it
much."  Anton and I watched a movie on the computer as we travelled and he
took pictures of pretty much anything he could think of.  He eventually
fell asleep against my shoulder for a couple of hours and as I looked at
him closely, I still couldn't believe he was 14.  I felt like popping open
his pants to have a look to see if he really had hit puberty yet.  He was a
pretty trusting kid.  Some stranger hands him a cryptic message on a train
speeding through Europe.  Can you think of anymore more sinister sounding
than that?  We arrived in Venice and I'd had a chance to send out dozens of
emails and pictures to everyone.  I was all caught up with my networking.
Anton said goodbye as he bounced off the train like Tigger and headed into
the crowd, no doubt in search of his girlfriend.  Still betting that he
wasn't 14.

I made my way to a hostel and checked into a single room.  I figured after
a few days with Brett, I was ready for a room by myself.  I took a shower
and headed out to see what Venice had in store for me.  I loved all the
Canals and waterways and took thousands of pictures.  Even the few boat
rides that I took were amazing as it allowed for some incredible shots.  I
noticed about halfway through the day that my phone had gone dead as I
hadn't charged it up in a while, so I made my way back to the hostel.  As I
approached, I stopped dead just half a block from the entrance.  Coming out
of the hostel was my secret admirer, stalker.


Another cruel place to stop the story, but that's just the way it is
bitches!  Lol!  I'll try not to keep you waiting too long as the vacation
continues and Justin heads home.  Thanks for the comments and suggestions
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