Jimmy’s hot, muscular, and drop-dead good-looking. The streets are his office, and horny businessmen and frustrated husbands are his clients. This short story is a day in his life, from his small apartment above a Chinese supermarket to all his favourite haunts -- the train station, the concert hall.<br><br>Experience the thrills and scares of a typical day in the life of a sex worker. Learn why he wouldn’t trade his life for all the money in the world. Or for love. There’s no doubt he’ll give you a thrill. That’s what he’s paid to do.

Jimmy

He shoots all over his stomach at the same moment I start filling his guts with my seed. It seems the more jizz that rockets out of his cock, the more shoots out of mine. As he finishes cumming, he shudders and the last few drops of pearly white cream dribble out of his glistening piss slit. I lean down and suck them off. Free of charge.


I pull out. A small dollop of cum slides out of his gaping hole. I think about sucking it up. I look at the john laying there, eyes closed and a blissful smile on his lips. I lean down and suck that little oyster of cum up and swallow. Nothing like your own brand, as they say.


I get him a towel and he cleans off his mess. I watch him get dressed and see him to the door


“’Til next time,” I say, though I still can’t remember where and when we met, if we ever did.


He smiles and waves at me as he disappears down the stairs, tucking his shirt into his trousers as he goes.


Chapter 4