I’M A SLUT, NOT A PROSTITUTE

And I would never out somebody in the closet or blackmail him

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By Kevin McLean

But there are limits to my being considerate and this time I thought about it and took a photo of the man as he was entering the bathroom to clean up once we were done fucking. Even though it is of his back side, the face is turned enough that you can recognize who he is. The reason I did take the photo is because I have a good memory and just the week before this Senator of the Republican persuasion and a very rabid Christianist had voted against LGBT legislation and gave a very passionate speech on how horrible homosexuals were. 

Unbeknown to him I had been watching the proceedings on television and I remembered his face although I had forgotten his name or what State he was from. But the night before I went to a $1,000 plate dinner that Jackson Memorial Hospital had for the benefit of the Children’s Cancer Center. The entertainment was provided by Julio Iglesias who in my opinion has no voice and even less of a stage presence, his right hand tucked into his coat a la Napoleon…but I digress. Relax, I didn’t pay for the ticket, I won it at a raffle that the Hospital had for the employees. 

In any case, I went to the dinner and during the reception where lavished buffet tables were spread out with the most delectable delicacies and appetizers accompanied by very expensive champagne. It was then that I saw Senator X, walking towards me with confidence in his pocket and a smile from ear to ear. He introduced himself and I told him I was Dr. McLean to which he replied: “I hope that you are not going to be one of those socialist-activist healthcare workers” I didn’t answer because I was already involved with the Democratic Party but the man was charming and good looking; albeit a bit more mature than I am accustomed to pursue, but the vitality and sex appeal of this man was all there.

The conversation turned to medicine and I was surprised to learn that he knew so much…not in terms of being a doctor but being informed about the different medical procedures and techniques available. I now know why…it is because he sits in a health committee.

One thing led to another and he insisted that I sit with him at his table. There at the table were a number of politicians, some local and some from out of state with their wives. Mr. X’s wife was this tiny creature, meek and submissive and I thought she was very pretty. We spoke briefly and she told me they had four children. That kind of took the wind off my sails in terms of wanting to bed her husband. 

But all through dinner Senator X bumped knees with me. At first I thought it was accidental but then when he took off one shoe and began to rub his foot on my leg I knew he was making a pass. What was I to do? 

I’ll make the story short and tell you that he asked me to go up to a room in the very hotel that the dinner was being held (The Grand at OMNI)…evidently he had rented a few rooms and somebody didn’t show up so he used it as a “work room” where he would stay up very late at night making phone calls to the West Coast and that way he would not bother the wife…that is what he said…but I knew better…he had the room and it was his intention to bring some young thing in there and fuck his brains out.

The recipient of the Senator’s lust happened to be me and I gladly took him up on the offer showing up in the room way past midnight as he had suggested. He greeted me naked and the love making that ensued was torrid and I have to say much to my delight the son of a bitch was well hung and knew how to use his endowment. Senator X had the biggest testicles I have yet to see on a man and I have had sex with thousands of men. I presume that the size of his balls has a lot to do with his over-confidence.

 

Mr. X: “Oh, man, that is one tight ass, you like my cock up your ass don’t you faggot? That kind of pissed me off a little and then he announced he was about to shoot his load. I took the picture when he went limp he pulled out and headed for the bathroom; that is when I got up and grabbed my phone and took the picture. 

Look, I have no intention of blackmailing the son of a bitch although he deserves to be outed. But I will tell you this: there are rumors of Senator X wanting to run in the primaries as a Presidential candidate in the GOP. If he does and he gets any traction…I swear I will make the photo public and put an end to his career in politics and possibly his marriage. I just don’t like hypocrites. 

By the way, when he came out of the bathroom he pulled out $500 out of his wallet and gave them to me. I was insulted but took them and I donated all of it to the DNC. He then asked me to leave because he said that sometimes his wife wakes up in the middle of the night and it would be embarrassing for her to find me there. Actually that is the one thing that irritated me the most…the fact that I was an embarrassment to him. 

Then right after that I met a very handsome mature businessman from Belgium. He spoke English with a charming accent and he was beyond handsome. We hit it off right away at the piano bar when I went to Cactus one evening. He was in town for a couple of weeks and I gathered that he was in the oil business.

We’ll call him Pierre, and he was staying at the Marina Park just a few blocks south of the Cactus. During the conversation, he leaned and kissed me, and then he asked me what my price was. My eyebrows lifted up and hit my hairline. I had never been taken for a working boy and I had a mixed feeling about it. At first I thought it was insulting but then I thought that it was actually a compliment. The idea that somebody wanted to pay for my sexual favors was in itself a mind opener. 

So I decided to answer him with a question: “How much do you think I am worth?” And Pierre didn’t hesitate to answer: “Mon Dieu, J’e ne sais pas, perhaps $1,000, I don’t know” Now I knew…My ass is worth at the very least $1,000 per fuck. 

So I told Pierre: “Look, I am not a prostitute nor will I accept your money…I want to make love to you because I find you fascinating and very attractive…no charge!” I guess that is all he needed to hear and he asked me to go back to his hotel with him. We walked the 20 blocks and when we got to his room the sparks began to fly. 

Pierre not only was handsome but had a muscular, hairy body that wouldn’t stop and although he was not terribly well hung his cock was thick as a beer can and very voluminous testicles…I sure felt the girth of his dick when he was fucking me.  He had a beard and that is one of my weaknesses. “Yes, Pierre, fuck my ass, yeah, deeper, ah, fuck, that feels good – your cock is so thick, ah, ah, ah, shit, fuck me faster, deeper” (I knew he couldn’t go any deeper because he was only about seven inches and he did announce his orgasm. 

 After the love making I went to the bathroom to unload all that cum inside my ass and I had to leave, walk back to the Cactus parking lot to get my car because I had to go to the hospital at nine the next morning. When I arrived at the parking lot and I reached for my keys, I felt some paper in my pocket…I was puzzled because I had not put anything in my right pocket…that is reserved for my car keys. So I pulled the papers out and there were ten $100 bills. So there, I did turn a trick that night and got paid even if it wasn’t my intention. I’m still a slut, not a whore.

I felt bad about the money so I donated it to the American Civil Liberties Union.

Some of the other mature men that have come into my life looked like these: