I said, OMG Tommy I can't do that! I know you guys call me a whore and everything but I'm really not a prostitute!He just laughed at me, kissed me on ...he neck and said, you stupid little sissy, what do you think is going on at the club? I was confused and said, what do you mean? Then he told me what was going on at the club, how he would start talking to guys at the bar and tell them what a great cock sucker and fuck I was and tell them he could set them up with me if they were generous to buy. I managed to pull away as he stands up and unzips his pants to revel what I have been so patently waiting to see. As his cloths fall to the floor out pops a rock hard beautiful cock around 6 1/2 inches give or take with a long barbell piercing on the under part of his shaft just under a perfectly shaped head. I look up at him smile a innocent smile and said that I sure hope I can figure out how to suck on one of these. Trust me I know my was around a blowjob, I'm a pretty above average deep. This had seemed like a respectable motel, but the more I thought about it, the surer I was that they were prostitutes. I wondered how much they were paid, and how many customers they had in a day. They didn't seem like they lacked in sex appeal. Four minutes and two men. Maybe, I thought, I should start wearing red sandals.I finished the third pina colada. The bar tender noticed my empty glass and raised his eyebrow. I nodded and he put a fourth pina colda in front of me. I knew I shouldn't. He sat on the bench, drying himself naked, with his big cock and balls on display and they were really big; heavy-looking. As me and my pal (who had no idea I was into getting fucked) got changed, this older black guy, with a bit of timber around his waist, just sat there, idly drying his legs, allowing his hand to move his meat around. I didn't think anything of it and I didn't see him leave – I wasn't horny or thinking that way. So we left and headed down the corridors, my bag heavy on my.