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Fall Break to Mass
Max was already in Mass being a Cuckold before my departure. He was vague with details. Only thing he relayed to me was that she was looking for money and not putting out. I told him we would talk more when he picked me up from the airport.
Considering it was a Friday when Papi dropped me off at MCO, I decided to get started early. I found myself at the bar drinking before boarding. I had been in contact with Max, and the game-plan was to hit a strip-club as soon as I arrived. He wanted to go out and blow off some steam from the way the wife had been treating him. I continued with the complimentary vodka and cranberries on the flight. Also made sure to kick up the extra couple bucks for in-flight texting. That allowed me to keep in touch with Mr. Cuckold. About an hour into the flight, he backed out of our plans. Claimed the wife was going out. So he needed to watch his son while she got ****ed, long-dick style. He assured me that him and Max Jr. would be awaiting my arrival to transport me home still. But being 5 drinks or so in, I opted out. I did manage to quickly find a replacement ride. Just a regular whore I had banged a few times. She was at a nearby bar drinking already.
I accompanied her back to that bar for more drinks. I had some pocket cash on me from forcing SCP to pay me back the money he owed me before I left. I was cool with him being #gay2paymeback. So he had to divvy up one of his frequent packages with me. Anyway, I was getting the itch to gamble. This whore didn't want to drive far, so I decided to hit a local cash game. I bumped into Poker Jay there. I hadn't seen him for over 6 months because he was locked up. He instantly handed me a $20 bill. I forgot he owed me it over some deal a while back. Maybe he thought I was there to collect. I laughed at him and told him to keep it. I bought in for $500 and just kept raising to $55 pre which was pissing everyone off. It was only a $1-$2 game, and caused PJ to cash out quickly. As soon as I got trapped for my first buy-in, I reloaded for $1k. Being the sucker at the table I was able to convince everyone to play NLO. About an hour later I was up $100 and decided to get on with the night.
I finally made it to a strip-club where I donated my profit to a dancer. There wasn't anything too entertaining going on. Felt like I was pretty much done with the night. Since the whore who picked me up was still with me, I decided it was best to leave and make her give me a blowjob on a nearby side-street. She did it passionately, swallowed, then brought me home. I brought my luggage inside and felt great getting into a real bed as opposed to an air mattress.
Waking up in Mass was a huge letdown after being in Florida for a few weeks. Life had seemed so fast the few weeks prior. Besides my mattress, only other thing that felt good, was getting into my Bimmer. I didn't have a ton of things on my to-do list. My only real chore was to check up on Papi to make sure business was running right. So I quickly decided to reach out to SPS for a casino run.
I don't remember where I left off with Strip Poker Steve updates. But I personally hadn't seen him in a while. His wife still had a restraining order on him. Seemed like they were both content with the relationship being over. SPS had been on a tough run of cards and luck. He was living in a community apartment where he got his own bedroom, but shared a kitchen, living room, and bathroom with about 5 others. His rent was about $100 a week which his sugar daddy would pay for him. SPS had fleeced him for so much he could barely afford covering the rent for him. So SPS would have to do side-jobs, hand-jobs, and other odd-jobs for extra cash to play poker and cover his car payment. He had also just recently met girl on Tinder. She had 2 kids and just separated from her heroin using hubby. From what SPS told me, this new relationship was fantastic. He did family activities like bowling, b-day parties, even hiking in the woods. Only downside he revealed to me was that he would have to sneak around to see her. She lived at home with her mother, and for some undisclosed reason, the mother already had a restraining order on SPS. Hes getting good at those I guess. So waiting around the block for the mother to go to work was a common theme for him.
Aside from finding the love of his life, he realized he was a bit washed up in the escort department. It was time to find an actual job. With his background and work history, it was slim pickings for employment. He landed a $12 an hour job at C&S, selecting food orders in a freezer warehouse. Prostitute and Poker Player doesn't fit too well on a resume. SPS was willing to hit the casino as long as I staked him. I had no problem with that. It was amusing to get caught up on how rough life had been treating him. I put him in for $200 buy-in at 2-5 and we were able to sit next to each other. We both drank while he played awful as usual. He managed to blow 3 buy-ins while I ran amazing. My drinking and table banter caused people to pay me off time after time.
One hand I remember UTG limped for $5 as I also did with A
Q. Limped around for a 6-way pot where the BB checked his option. Flop came down K
J
6. UTG led for $40, I called, and the SB called too. 3-way to the T I was hoping for on the turn. Checked to UTG who led for $285 this time. I just called and the SB folded. River is the 8, so I start talking trash to UTG because we're heads up now. He put out $475 that he was never gonna see again. I have him covered and jam on him. He had good size stack to start the hand, so the call was about $1,350 more. He thought for about a minute, then called it off. I tabled my hand, tipped the dealer, apologized to him for the tough beat, and he took the walk of shame. Poker can appear too easy some days.
So SPS losing $600 on me didn't sting too much when I cashed out $5,150. We had played into the early hours and just decided to grab breakfast before I went back to the hotel room to crash. I didn't get too much sleep, so I figured it was best to just head home instead of playing more.
Back home there wasn't too much going on. I had check in periodically with SCP to see what Papi was up to. Seemed like he was at the strip-club for lunch everyday with the 11. Sometimes he was out clothes shopping with her. Cars sales were slowing down too. He was out of control. There was one day where he sold 2 cars back to back and figured he should celebrate. It was mid-afternoon when I started getting text from Papi that a stripper was going to the dealership. He even sent me a pic of her. I brushed it off, until the FaceTime call came in. There she was naked riding him in the dealership. I was shocked. His cousin Tone was there and they ran a train on her. I din't know at the time, but later found out from Tone she was actually a hooker. They split her cost of $250.
NSFW
I was living the slow-life and Max always seemed like he was babysitting. I did manage to get him to come out drinking one night. It started out a good time. We hit some different bars, then a strip-club. I found a stripper who was wasted. She was down for whatever. So I started to make plans with Max to take her to a hotel so we could gang-bang her. He had been telling me for a couple weeks that he was completely done with the wife. So I figured he was about it. But he kept making excuses about having to be up early. Complaining it was getting too late, when it was only midnight. I finally just slapped him for whining like a *****.
I called him and apologized the next day. I genuinely felt bad, especially when he said I chipped his tooth. He was watching his son and told me he was heading to Wal-Mart for diapers. Trying to make up for slapping him, I headed over to Wal-Mart to surprise him. Figured I would buy him and his son lunch. I was standing out front waiting for him to pull-in. He didn't come walking up with his son though. He was walking with the wife. It was real awkward and he was so embarrassed when I seen them together. He was really going on about how he was over her and only speaks to her if it involves their kid. I ended up just saying hi and bye. Cuckolds are gonna to Cuckold I guess.
He called me a few hours later and explained that she made him go buy diapers with her while his grandmother watched the kid. It was whatever, I just didn't want to listen to it anymore. We got to planning our return trip to Orlando. He was completely broke aside from the car Papi had bought for him. He even borrowed $200 from me against the sale of that car. A plane ticket was a bit too pricey for him at the moment, so I came up with a great idea. I bought an SUV off a friend of mine that was trying to get rid of it badly. It had some problems, but he guaranteed it could withstand the haul down south. So I gave him $1,800 for it. I would fix a couple problems and sell it down there. So not only would I profit, I would get Max down there for just the gas and tolls it cost. Even better, I was now able to get my poker setup brought down. This was a grand plan.
So Max showed up to load the SUV two days before my flight. He planned on crashing at his brothers place in North Carolina. We should be arriving at the same time the way we planned it. I gave him $300 for gas, Redbulls, tolls, and Fritos. He was beyond excited. It had been a somewhat uneventful trip back home. But we were fired up for the return.
Max was already in Mass being a Cuckold before my departure. He was vague with details. Only thing he relayed to me was that she was looking for money and not putting out. I told him we would talk more when he picked me up from the airport.
Considering it was a Friday when Papi dropped me off at MCO, I decided to get started early. I found myself at the bar drinking before boarding. I had been in contact with Max, and the game-plan was to hit a strip-club as soon as I arrived. He wanted to go out and blow off some steam from the way the wife had been treating him. I continued with the complimentary vodka and cranberries on the flight. Also made sure to kick up the extra couple bucks for in-flight texting. That allowed me to keep in touch with Mr. Cuckold. About an hour into the flight, he backed out of our plans. Claimed the wife was going out. So he needed to watch his son while she got ****ed, long-dick style. He assured me that him and Max Jr. would be awaiting my arrival to transport me home still. But being 5 drinks or so in, I opted out. I did manage to quickly find a replacement ride. Just a regular whore I had banged a few times. She was at a nearby bar drinking already.
I accompanied her back to that bar for more drinks. I had some pocket cash on me from forcing SCP to pay me back the money he owed me before I left. I was cool with him being #gay2paymeback. So he had to divvy up one of his frequent packages with me. Anyway, I was getting the itch to gamble. This whore didn't want to drive far, so I decided to hit a local cash game. I bumped into Poker Jay there. I hadn't seen him for over 6 months because he was locked up. He instantly handed me a $20 bill. I forgot he owed me it over some deal a while back. Maybe he thought I was there to collect. I laughed at him and told him to keep it. I bought in for $500 and just kept raising to $55 pre which was pissing everyone off. It was only a $1-$2 game, and caused PJ to cash out quickly. As soon as I got trapped for my first buy-in, I reloaded for $1k. Being the sucker at the table I was able to convince everyone to play NLO. About an hour later I was up $100 and decided to get on with the night.
I finally made it to a strip-club where I donated my profit to a dancer. There wasn't anything too entertaining going on. Felt like I was pretty much done with the night. Since the whore who picked me up was still with me, I decided it was best to leave and make her give me a blowjob on a nearby side-street. She did it passionately, swallowed, then brought me home. I brought my luggage inside and felt great getting into a real bed as opposed to an air mattress.
Waking up in Mass was a huge letdown after being in Florida for a few weeks. Life had seemed so fast the few weeks prior. Besides my mattress, only other thing that felt good, was getting into my Bimmer. I didn't have a ton of things on my to-do list. My only real chore was to check up on Papi to make sure business was running right. So I quickly decided to reach out to SPS for a casino run.
I don't remember where I left off with Strip Poker Steve updates. But I personally hadn't seen him in a while. His wife still had a restraining order on him. Seemed like they were both content with the relationship being over. SPS had been on a tough run of cards and luck. He was living in a community apartment where he got his own bedroom, but shared a kitchen, living room, and bathroom with about 5 others. His rent was about $100 a week which his sugar daddy would pay for him. SPS had fleeced him for so much he could barely afford covering the rent for him. So SPS would have to do side-jobs, hand-jobs, and other odd-jobs for extra cash to play poker and cover his car payment. He had also just recently met girl on Tinder. She had 2 kids and just separated from her heroin using hubby. From what SPS told me, this new relationship was fantastic. He did family activities like bowling, b-day parties, even hiking in the woods. Only downside he revealed to me was that he would have to sneak around to see her. She lived at home with her mother, and for some undisclosed reason, the mother already had a restraining order on SPS. Hes getting good at those I guess. So waiting around the block for the mother to go to work was a common theme for him.
Aside from finding the love of his life, he realized he was a bit washed up in the escort department. It was time to find an actual job. With his background and work history, it was slim pickings for employment. He landed a $12 an hour job at C&S, selecting food orders in a freezer warehouse. Prostitute and Poker Player doesn't fit too well on a resume. SPS was willing to hit the casino as long as I staked him. I had no problem with that. It was amusing to get caught up on how rough life had been treating him. I put him in for $200 buy-in at 2-5 and we were able to sit next to each other. We both drank while he played awful as usual. He managed to blow 3 buy-ins while I ran amazing. My drinking and table banter caused people to pay me off time after time.
One hand I remember UTG limped for $5 as I also did with A
Q. Limped around for a 6-way pot where the BB checked his option. Flop came down KJ6. UTG led for $40, I called, and the SB called too. 3-way to the T I was hoping for on the turn. Checked to UTG who led for $285 this time. I just called and the SB folded. River is the 8, so I start talking trash to UTG because we're heads up now. He put out $475 that he was never gonna see again. I have him covered and jam on him. He had good size stack to start the hand, so the call was about $1,350 more. He thought for about a minute, then called it off. I tabled my hand, tipped the dealer, apologized to him for the tough beat, and he took the walk of shame. Poker can appear too easy some days. So SPS losing $600 on me didn't sting too much when I cashed out $5,150. We had played into the early hours and just decided to grab breakfast before I went back to the hotel room to crash. I didn't get too much sleep, so I figured it was best to just head home instead of playing more.
Back home there wasn't too much going on. I had check in periodically with SCP to see what Papi was up to. Seemed like he was at the strip-club for lunch everyday with the 11. Sometimes he was out clothes shopping with her. Cars sales were slowing down too. He was out of control. There was one day where he sold 2 cars back to back and figured he should celebrate. It was mid-afternoon when I started getting text from Papi that a stripper was going to the dealership. He even sent me a pic of her. I brushed it off, until the FaceTime call came in. There she was naked riding him in the dealership. I was shocked. His cousin Tone was there and they ran a train on her. I din't know at the time, but later found out from Tone she was actually a hooker. They split her cost of $250.
NSFW
Spoiler:
I was living the slow-life and Max always seemed like he was babysitting. I did manage to get him to come out drinking one night. It started out a good time. We hit some different bars, then a strip-club. I found a stripper who was wasted. She was down for whatever. So I started to make plans with Max to take her to a hotel so we could gang-bang her. He had been telling me for a couple weeks that he was completely done with the wife. So I figured he was about it. But he kept making excuses about having to be up early. Complaining it was getting too late, when it was only midnight. I finally just slapped him for whining like a *****.
I called him and apologized the next day. I genuinely felt bad, especially when he said I chipped his tooth. He was watching his son and told me he was heading to Wal-Mart for diapers. Trying to make up for slapping him, I headed over to Wal-Mart to surprise him. Figured I would buy him and his son lunch. I was standing out front waiting for him to pull-in. He didn't come walking up with his son though. He was walking with the wife. It was real awkward and he was so embarrassed when I seen them together. He was really going on about how he was over her and only speaks to her if it involves their kid. I ended up just saying hi and bye. Cuckolds are gonna to Cuckold I guess.
He called me a few hours later and explained that she made him go buy diapers with her while his grandmother watched the kid. It was whatever, I just didn't want to listen to it anymore. We got to planning our return trip to Orlando. He was completely broke aside from the car Papi had bought for him. He even borrowed $200 from me against the sale of that car. A plane ticket was a bit too pricey for him at the moment, so I came up with a great idea. I bought an SUV off a friend of mine that was trying to get rid of it badly. It had some problems, but he guaranteed it could withstand the haul down south. So I gave him $1,800 for it. I would fix a couple problems and sell it down there. So not only would I profit, I would get Max down there for just the gas and tolls it cost. Even better, I was now able to get my poker setup brought down. This was a grand plan.
So Max showed up to load the SUV two days before my flight. He planned on crashing at his brothers place in North Carolina. We should be arriving at the same time the way we planned it. I gave him $300 for gas, Redbulls, tolls, and Fritos. He was beyond excited. It had been a somewhat uneventful trip back home. But we were fired up for the return.
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