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

I get down on my knees and take his thick organ into my mouth. It has a nice aroma, kind of a sweaty crotch smell. I kiss the beautiful, fleshy cock-head first before poking the tip of my tongue into the large piss slit at the end. It tastes salty. I can taste the traces of his piss. I take the head into my mouth and suck on it before opening my throat up and forcing my mouth along the entire stalk until my nose is buried in the roughness of his pubes. I hold it there for a minute, inhaling the smell before my lungs start to burn. I come back along the shaft, but don’t remove my mouth completely. I take a breath and go back down again.


He puts his hands on my head and I feel his hips start to thrust into me. I know I can deep-throat him, but I have to be careful with a cock of that size and proportion—especially when he’s face fucking me.


Chapter 5