They wanted me to be rich, to be powerful to be a baron of industry and trade. I wanted to be a duke. Duke Ellington. I wanted to be a sultan. The Sul...tan of Swing. They wanted my name in the business news, I wanted it in the variety pages… or in lights. The guitar I payed for myself. Don’t ask what I had to sell to get the money. It wasn’t mine to begin with but wouldn’t be missed. The Rolex watch I traded for my guitar lesson might be missed but it was mine at least. For the next three years. I loved when a guy bent me over and started to fuck me barely 18 I got a job at a male strip club in the full nude part I loved my job and the people I work with I’d be dancing on stage and be joined by another guy and that was the real fun kissing rubbing our cocks together I had the best job in the world I got to be naked on a stage with 20 other guys and I got to show my naked body to other people I loved lap dances I’d unscrew his pants and do my lap dance on his boxers feeling his cock get. My ears were ringing and a hot burning pain was shooting from my nipple to the core of my stomach and I moaned and spread my legs. He pulled and dragged me into the bedroom and pushed me to the mat next to his bed. He stood above me removing his clothes. "Open yourself to me, little bitch." He demanded as he kicked at my legs. I lay back on the mat and spread my legs, "I want to see inside you, open it." I wasn't really sure what he wanted and I spread my legs further slightly lifting. From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the better, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was.