By Les Lea
“Jesus John… don’t grip my dick so tightly.”
“Sorry Mister…”
“Nooo… you don’t have to be sorry… just relax those arse muscles of yours... just a bit. Mmmm. Now tighten them again as I push back… Ooohhhh… yer that’s it… nice and tight.”
John was pleased with the reaction from his latest client. Just over 30 minutes ago he was sucking the guy off in the toilets on the top floor of one of the city’s main department stores and now he was in a penthouse apartment overlooking that self same city.
“Sorry Mister…”
“Nooo… you don’t have to be sorry… just relax those arse muscles of yours... just a bit. Mmmm. Now tighten them again as I push back… Ooohhhh… yer that’s it… nice and tight.”
John was pleased with the reaction from his latest client. Just over 30 minutes ago he was sucking the guy off in the toilets on the top floor of one of the city’s main department stores and now he was in a penthouse apartment overlooking that self same city.
“Hell John… where did you learn to do that?” The man asked rhetorically… as the last thing he really wanted right at that horny moment was to enter into a conversation. “Fuck that’s good. Ohhh baby… that’s fucking magnificent.”
John’s client pushed and shoved his way back up the lad’s arse and just couldn’t get enough of the way those cute arse muscles gripped and teased his thick cock. This was probably the best fuck he’d had in years, possibly ever. Normally the rent boys he fucked just lay there getting his 8 inch veiny pole up their slack arses. They never offered anything back just grunted every now and then and pretended to orgasm as he reached his own. Most often it was like fucking his own hand… but without the intimacy. This new lad he’d met earlier in the day had given him a great blowjob and as it was late afternoon, and he hadn’t got a great deal to do back at his office, had invited him back for a bit of fun. He expected it to be just like all the other shags but… this lad John… was brilliant and as he ploughed the young guy’s contracting arse he couldn’t believe the sensations that were coursing through his own cock.
Fifty two year-old Thomas Barnaby was so caught up in suddenly finding a fuck so pleasurable that he screamed out in the agony and ecstasy as this young, tight-arsed little rent boy played his cock with supreme confidence. Even though he was wearing a condom those little spasming arse muscles teased and tricked, tortured and tightened around his invading cock. He wanted to continue fucking this cute lad for ever but after only ten minutes the boy’s horny arse ministrations had him cumming in buckets as he spurted a gallon of his hot salty jism into his imbedded Durex.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” A breathless Thomas enthused. “That was fucking unbelievable.” And as he came down from his sexual high he held the young lad in a warm but firm embrace. John was hurting… the man’s cock had been big and this was only the second time he’d ever been fucked. He was glad it was over and was looking forward to receiving the £50 he’d been offered. ‘Ten minutes for 50 quid’ wasn’t bad he thought to himself but now wondered how he should finish the session.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” A breathless Thomas enthused. “That was fucking unbelievable.” And as he came down from his sexual high he held the young lad in a warm but firm embrace. John was hurting… the man’s cock had been big and this was only the second time he’d ever been fucked. He was glad it was over and was looking forward to receiving the £50 he’d been offered. ‘Ten minutes for 50 quid’ wasn’t bad he thought to himself but now wondered how he should finish the session.
The older man’s breathing had begun to settle down and John’s arse muscles went back into ‘work’ mode as he tried to gently ease the shrinking cock from his hole. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect and the shrinking cock began to get hard all over again. Thomas could hardly believe what was happening to his throbbing dick. The ripples of pulsating pleasure that the lad generated with his contracting and relaxing sphincter muscles had the blood flowing along his cock once more. “AAAhh God John… but you’re good. Who ever taught you to do that is a fucking genius.” John had no idea what he was talking about and as the older man began to shove in once more he tried again to force the man’s cock out of his hole.
“Please Mister… I gotta go…” he whined. “I gotta be some place else.”
“Oh no John no. You must stay for a bit longer. Holy fuck… you’re gripping me so tight.” John instantly relaxed his arse muscle. “Mmmm… even like that you’re just so fucking horny… I want to fuck you all night.”
“Mister… I need to be some place else right now. Let me go.”
Thomas thought about it for a minute and then made an offer. “£200 if you stay the night.”
John was gob smacked. “Err…”
Thomas knew he had the lad. “OK £250… and I’ll feed you as well.”
John needed the money more than he needed to be any place else. In fact he didn’t need to be anywhere else. But his sore arse made him think for a second. “Errrm, can we have a bit of a break now please?” John was polite if nothing else… that was because all his life his father had insisted that his one and only child should respect everyone… especially his elders. His father had tanned his arse only once for being discourteous, and that was when he was seven, for the message to literally ‘hit home’. The fear of discipline for disobeying this commandment had made the young John the politest lad around… he didn’t want to receive another reddened backside… even at his age.
“But my cock feels so good buried deep up your little hole…” The older man murmured into the lad’s ear, “It doesn’t want to come down… well not yet anyway. After this… we’ll have a break and I’ll treat you to dinner. OK?” But before John had chance to respond Thomas was ploughing away once again into the lad’s tightening hole. “Ohh yer… ohhh fuck Johnny…” And for the next hour and a half Thomas made the boy’s bum the only place in town to be as it tickled and tested, pulsed and performed fantastic rhythms along the length of his probing cock.
“Please Mister… I gotta go…” he whined. “I gotta be some place else.”
“Oh no John no. You must stay for a bit longer. Holy fuck… you’re gripping me so tight.” John instantly relaxed his arse muscle. “Mmmm… even like that you’re just so fucking horny… I want to fuck you all night.”
“Mister… I need to be some place else right now. Let me go.”
Thomas thought about it for a minute and then made an offer. “£200 if you stay the night.”
John was gob smacked. “Err…”
Thomas knew he had the lad. “OK £250… and I’ll feed you as well.”
John needed the money more than he needed to be any place else. In fact he didn’t need to be anywhere else. But his sore arse made him think for a second. “Errrm, can we have a bit of a break now please?” John was polite if nothing else… that was because all his life his father had insisted that his one and only child should respect everyone… especially his elders. His father had tanned his arse only once for being discourteous, and that was when he was seven, for the message to literally ‘hit home’. The fear of discipline for disobeying this commandment had made the young John the politest lad around… he didn’t want to receive another reddened backside… even at his age.
“But my cock feels so good buried deep up your little hole…” The older man murmured into the lad’s ear, “It doesn’t want to come down… well not yet anyway. After this… we’ll have a break and I’ll treat you to dinner. OK?” But before John had chance to respond Thomas was ploughing away once again into the lad’s tightening hole. “Ohh yer… ohhh fuck Johnny…” And for the next hour and a half Thomas made the boy’s bum the only place in town to be as it tickled and tested, pulsed and performed fantastic rhythms along the length of his probing cock.
Thomas made a very tasty dinner for them both all washed down with a rather good wine. It didn’t make any difference to Johnny as he was just so famished he’d have eaten anything and would have drank anything as well. Over the meal Thomas asked the lad again about his wonderful ability to control his arse muscles.
“Just comes natural,” replied a slightly tipsy rent boy, “my bum does what it likes.” This was the only answer he could think of… he’d only ever been fucked once before and that was hard and fast… oddly enough it was in the same toilet where he’d met Thomas. The guy that time had been a security officer and young John soon found out the painful way that sometimes rent boys have to pay up as well. The 30 year-old guard had rammed up him hard and furiously and left a bewildered, pantless, aching and crying John splayed out over one of the toilet seats… arse dripping with cum, shit and blood.
“Well I think everyone who has ever fucked you must know you’re something special because I can assure you… Not everyone has that particular talent for kegels.”
“For what?” Slurred an uncomprehending Johnny.
“Kegels. Kegels. That’s what they call it when you can control your arse muscles.”
“You joking or what? Kegels?” he grinned “So… you like my… Kegels?” and he burst into fits of laughter.
When he’d calmed down a bit Thomas was smiling at the half naked, innocent looking lad sat across from him. Wearing just a pair of Thomas’s white cotton boxers (even though they were a medium size they seemed to dwarf the lad) the pale boy’s body looked even paler and like it needed a good meal. He was astounded that one so young had such a natural anal ability and talent. “Yes I like your kegels very much… and I’m happy you are here with me this evening. You seem nice and a refreshing change from other ren… er...” Thomas suddenly thought he might get upset at being called a rent boy so quickly changed tack, “… lad’s your age. Tell me about yourself.” But Johnny didn’t want to talk about himself. At the moment it was all too recent and painful. His father, who John adored, had recently lost his job and he couldn’t cope with that fact. He’d taken to drinking all day, getting angry and irritable at almost anything and had
proceeded to take it out on the one thing he actually loved… John. The rage that his father had recently sunk into had made the slim and waif-like John very scared. His small stature and gentle demeanour had not equipped the 18 year-old with any defences against a new scary, drunken and vicious father who was lashing out at anyone and anything. He’d been so scared that seven days ago he’d left home and hadn’t gone back. The bruise on the side of his face had gone, his buttocks where his dad had laid into him when calling him a lazy no-hoper, had now stopped aching but the final straw was when his dad had punched him in the stomach so hard that he’d been completely knocked out. He was now just trying to exist. He had no skills, nowhere to live and the fact that he looked like a 14 year-old made it so that no one would take him seriously. He’d learnt in those few homeless days the only thing he could do to survive. So no… he didn’t want to
talk about himself… instead… and after knocking back another couple of glasses of wine, he felt giddy and relaxed enough to crawl over to where Thomas was sitting and started kissing and nuzzling the older man.
“Just comes natural,” replied a slightly tipsy rent boy, “my bum does what it likes.” This was the only answer he could think of… he’d only ever been fucked once before and that was hard and fast… oddly enough it was in the same toilet where he’d met Thomas. The guy that time had been a security officer and young John soon found out the painful way that sometimes rent boys have to pay up as well. The 30 year-old guard had rammed up him hard and furiously and left a bewildered, pantless, aching and crying John splayed out over one of the toilet seats… arse dripping with cum, shit and blood.
“Well I think everyone who has ever fucked you must know you’re something special because I can assure you… Not everyone has that particular talent for kegels.”
“For what?” Slurred an uncomprehending Johnny.
“Kegels. Kegels. That’s what they call it when you can control your arse muscles.”
“You joking or what? Kegels?” he grinned “So… you like my… Kegels?” and he burst into fits of laughter.
When he’d calmed down a bit Thomas was smiling at the half naked, innocent looking lad sat across from him. Wearing just a pair of Thomas’s white cotton boxers (even though they were a medium size they seemed to dwarf the lad) the pale boy’s body looked even paler and like it needed a good meal. He was astounded that one so young had such a natural anal ability and talent. “Yes I like your kegels very much… and I’m happy you are here with me this evening. You seem nice and a refreshing change from other ren… er...” Thomas suddenly thought he might get upset at being called a rent boy so quickly changed tack, “… lad’s your age. Tell me about yourself.” But Johnny didn’t want to talk about himself. At the moment it was all too recent and painful. His father, who John adored, had recently lost his job and he couldn’t cope with that fact. He’d taken to drinking all day, getting angry and irritable at almost anything and had
proceeded to take it out on the one thing he actually loved… John. The rage that his father had recently sunk into had made the slim and waif-like John very scared. His small stature and gentle demeanour had not equipped the 18 year-old with any defences against a new scary, drunken and vicious father who was lashing out at anyone and anything. He’d been so scared that seven days ago he’d left home and hadn’t gone back. The bruise on the side of his face had gone, his buttocks where his dad had laid into him when calling him a lazy no-hoper, had now stopped aching but the final straw was when his dad had punched him in the stomach so hard that he’d been completely knocked out. He was now just trying to exist. He had no skills, nowhere to live and the fact that he looked like a 14 year-old made it so that no one would take him seriously. He’d learnt in those few homeless days the only thing he could do to survive. So no… he didn’t want to
talk about himself… instead… and after knocking back another couple of glasses of wine, he felt giddy and relaxed enough to crawl over to where Thomas was sitting and started kissing and nuzzling the older man.
For the next half hour or so they kissed and hugged, stroked and tickled each other in the most gentle and sensuous of ways. Thomas himself was astounded at his own reactions. Normally he wanted rid of his ‘guest’ once they had reached orgasm but now, his cock was almost permanently hard and the soft, almost child-like attention John was giving to his leathery old body was in truth… driving him wild. On the rug he entered the boy again. Later he had him several ways on and over the sofa… each time the boy’s arse sucked him in to heaven and treated his cock to the most divine manipulations. He was sure that the lad would lose control eventually but during the night as they slept together, Thomas slipped into the lad a further eight times and each time he was welcomed by the tight convulsing of that springy muscle.
In the morning, and with a pair of white boxer shorts hanging off the bedside lamp, a naked John was sprawled out face down on the mattress; his legs apart as if waiting to welcome Thomas’s cock once more but obviously fast asleep from the hectic night’s schedule of fucking. Cum deposits were splattered all over the place but that hairless little hole still entranced Thomas further. Gently using the tip of his tongue the older man lovingly licked and slurped at the night’s debris. John’s moans meant that he was regaining consciousness and was amazed to feel the wetness as his arse was hauled up into the air and a hot probing tongue gently lapped and prodded it. The feeling was unbelievable. Nothing like this had ever happened to him so far in his short life and he was nervous of doing or saying something that might stop this feeling from continuing. Thomas hauled the boy’s crack up high to meet his own face and licked the lad clean before
forcing as much of his tongue up into the boy as possible. He was greeted with a tight contraction that snapped at his silken tongue and, with his hands holding the boy’s hips he could feel a young stiffening cock pushing at his left hand. He licked for a moment or two longer before releasing his prize back down onto the bed. “You like that John?” He enquired to the sleepy lad. “You taste great and I could shag you again all day… but I have work to go to.” He paused in thought for a few seconds. “Have you got anything special on today?”
John was desperate to just settle down and enjoy the comfort of the bed some more, after all it had been over a week since he’d left home and his own little bed but realised that the guy just needed rid of him… now that he’d got what he wanted. He knew the score so got up and started searching around for his clothes. “Do you know where my undies are Mister?”
Thomas was taken by surprise by this question and suddenly felt rather guilty as earlier he’d stuffed the boys little white Y-fronts into his briefcase so he’d have something at work to remember the kid by. “Oh… erm… not really… they could be anywhere… why not take my boxers… you looked good in them last night.”
“But Mister… they look too big on me…” complained John.
Thomas loved the cute way that John still called him ‘Mister’ and desperately didn’t want the lad to go… and on impulse suggested. “If you don’t have to go anywhere in a hurry… you can always stay here for a while… you know… get some more sleep. I’ll be home for lunch and I’ll tell you what… we’ll go and get you some new underpants… OK?”
John was a bit suspicious but in truth loved the idea of getting his head down for a while longer. “What about my money?” He demanded as the business of yesterday flowed into his head as he suddenly realised how sore his bum was as he tried to move around the apartment.
“Ohh yes… of course… erm...” Thomas said as he fumbled in his wallet. “I’ve only got £170 with me at the moment…” John looked at him as sternly as he could “But don’t worry. I can get the rest and I’ll give it to you at lunchtime… when I get back… if that’s OK with you.”
“You said 250 quid.” Growled John, attempting a threatening, though unconvincing, scowl.
“And you shall have that and more. Look, I’m leaving you in my apartment…with all my stuff… so… I trust you. Please trust me.” He tried to placate the youngster and also he wanted him there for as long as possible. He really couldn’t wait to shag the lad again and again and again. “But if you have to be somewhere… then you’ll just have to come back for the rest.”
John looked around the apartment at all the nice things that Thomas had and thought he would like to spend a bit more time there. Listening to music and watching a bit of television and he looked longingly towards the bed and was desperate to pull the covers back over himself and fall into a deep and trouble free sleep. “OK but leave the other money first… and I’ll wait till you get back for the rest.” He saw Thomas nod with relief and take a bundle of notes from his wallet and leave them on the table.
“Have a bath if you want… and if you need a clean pair of pants… they’re in that draw there.” He nodded towards the dresser table. “I’m off now. Here’s my card with my works number on it if you need anything desperately… otherwise I’ll see you later.” John was already crawling back into bed as Thomas closed the door behind him and it was seconds later that he fell fast asleep under the huge comfortable duvet.
forcing as much of his tongue up into the boy as possible. He was greeted with a tight contraction that snapped at his silken tongue and, with his hands holding the boy’s hips he could feel a young stiffening cock pushing at his left hand. He licked for a moment or two longer before releasing his prize back down onto the bed. “You like that John?” He enquired to the sleepy lad. “You taste great and I could shag you again all day… but I have work to go to.” He paused in thought for a few seconds. “Have you got anything special on today?”
John was desperate to just settle down and enjoy the comfort of the bed some more, after all it had been over a week since he’d left home and his own little bed but realised that the guy just needed rid of him… now that he’d got what he wanted. He knew the score so got up and started searching around for his clothes. “Do you know where my undies are Mister?”
Thomas was taken by surprise by this question and suddenly felt rather guilty as earlier he’d stuffed the boys little white Y-fronts into his briefcase so he’d have something at work to remember the kid by. “Oh… erm… not really… they could be anywhere… why not take my boxers… you looked good in them last night.”
“But Mister… they look too big on me…” complained John.
Thomas loved the cute way that John still called him ‘Mister’ and desperately didn’t want the lad to go… and on impulse suggested. “If you don’t have to go anywhere in a hurry… you can always stay here for a while… you know… get some more sleep. I’ll be home for lunch and I’ll tell you what… we’ll go and get you some new underpants… OK?”
John was a bit suspicious but in truth loved the idea of getting his head down for a while longer. “What about my money?” He demanded as the business of yesterday flowed into his head as he suddenly realised how sore his bum was as he tried to move around the apartment.
“Ohh yes… of course… erm...” Thomas said as he fumbled in his wallet. “I’ve only got £170 with me at the moment…” John looked at him as sternly as he could “But don’t worry. I can get the rest and I’ll give it to you at lunchtime… when I get back… if that’s OK with you.”
“You said 250 quid.” Growled John, attempting a threatening, though unconvincing, scowl.
“And you shall have that and more. Look, I’m leaving you in my apartment…with all my stuff… so… I trust you. Please trust me.” He tried to placate the youngster and also he wanted him there for as long as possible. He really couldn’t wait to shag the lad again and again and again. “But if you have to be somewhere… then you’ll just have to come back for the rest.”
John looked around the apartment at all the nice things that Thomas had and thought he would like to spend a bit more time there. Listening to music and watching a bit of television and he looked longingly towards the bed and was desperate to pull the covers back over himself and fall into a deep and trouble free sleep. “OK but leave the other money first… and I’ll wait till you get back for the rest.” He saw Thomas nod with relief and take a bundle of notes from his wallet and leave them on the table.
“Have a bath if you want… and if you need a clean pair of pants… they’re in that draw there.” He nodded towards the dresser table. “I’m off now. Here’s my card with my works number on it if you need anything desperately… otherwise I’ll see you later.” John was already crawling back into bed as Thomas closed the door behind him and it was seconds later that he fell fast asleep under the huge comfortable duvet.
He woke up slowly and heard voices. He wondered where he was and then wondered who was speaking. Quickly he became focused and sprung out of bed ready to confront any burglars or assailants. Standing naked and ready for flight he looked at Thomas and another man who were stood in the doorway. John relaxed slightly when he saw the older man but suddenly became weary of the fact that there were now two of them...
Cheerily Thomas greeted John “Ahh good... you’re up. Hope you had a good sleep. Not had chance of a bath yet then?” He chatted amiably. “I’ll go and run you one now to help wake you up. In the meantime, this is Mr Rose… a colleague of mine.”
As Thomas disappeared into the bathroom the naked John eyed the smiling Mr Rose with distrust. “Hello… er… John isn’t it? I’m Malcolm… Malcolm Rose.” He held out his hand to be shaken. John suspiciously sat down on the edge of the bed but didn’t reach to shake the offered hand… then thoughts of his dad’ spanking entered his head and he quickly put his hand out. “Err sorry Malc…erm Mr Rose… erm Sir... pleased to meet you” and shook the proffered hand. There was no way of keeping his politeness under wraps… his father had done a good job in training the boy to respect his elders.
Malcolm Rose was indeed a colleague of Thomas’s. They worked for different companies but had met when both were cruising the same cottage years earlier. They’d holidayed together in the past and been friends for about ten years but because they both liked the same thing sexually… cuter young guys… they had never become lovers… just good friends. He was younger than Thomas by eight years and his trendy clothing and full dark head of hair made him look almost youthful... and more self-assured. “Nice to meet you too John,” they exchanged brief smiles.
Cheerily Thomas greeted John “Ahh good... you’re up. Hope you had a good sleep. Not had chance of a bath yet then?” He chatted amiably. “I’ll go and run you one now to help wake you up. In the meantime, this is Mr Rose… a colleague of mine.”
As Thomas disappeared into the bathroom the naked John eyed the smiling Mr Rose with distrust. “Hello… er… John isn’t it? I’m Malcolm… Malcolm Rose.” He held out his hand to be shaken. John suspiciously sat down on the edge of the bed but didn’t reach to shake the offered hand… then thoughts of his dad’ spanking entered his head and he quickly put his hand out. “Err sorry Malc…erm Mr Rose… erm Sir... pleased to meet you” and shook the proffered hand. There was no way of keeping his politeness under wraps… his father had done a good job in training the boy to respect his elders.
Malcolm Rose was indeed a colleague of Thomas’s. They worked for different companies but had met when both were cruising the same cottage years earlier. They’d holidayed together in the past and been friends for about ten years but because they both liked the same thing sexually… cuter young guys… they had never become lovers… just good friends. He was younger than Thomas by eight years and his trendy clothing and full dark head of hair made him look almost youthful... and more self-assured. “Nice to meet you too John,” they exchanged brief smiles.
Thomas beckoned from the bathroom and enticed John into the warm steamy enclosure. “Malcolm is joining us for lunch… when you’ve finished your bath here’s something new for you to wear,” He said pointing to a small Harvey Nicks bag on top of the toilet. “Put them on and come and join us. Ohh… and the rest of your money will be left on the table… you can count it when you’ve done.”
John emptied himself in the loo after the nights hectic shagging. His arse was full of cum and slime and he was glad to get rid of it all. Once cleaned out he stepped into the hot foamy depths and relaxed completely… well for a few minutes at least. His first thoughts were of how easy he had slipped into being a rent boy. There had been no planning involved and in just a few days he’d turned from a polite, if uptight young man, to a lad who actually really loved sex. He’d sucked a few guys off and enjoyed that sensation and was pleased when he’d actually got a few quid for doing so. He hadn’t liked being fucked the first time but once he knew he could make money from doing it… he felt that he could put up with the pain and discomfort. Last night had been an eye opener for him. That horny old toad in the next room had just fucked and fucked and fucked him last night and he couldn’t believe how much he’d enjoyed the experience himself. He
got turned on by the squeals of delight his tight hole had made Thomas emit and, although he was one sore boy this morning… he couldn’t wait to go again. Then it suddenly clicked about the visitor… he knew something was going on and thought that Thomas may well be planning a threesome. Why else would Malcolm be there? As he let the warmth comfort and cosset his body he began to think about how he’d deal with such a situation. The truth was that he thought Malcolm looked fantastic… if a bit cocky… and just the type of guy he thought he would go for… and he’d found Thomas to be a sexy old hound dog. But he didn’t like the idea that he might be forced into doing something he didn’t want to… or even worse… what if he was going to be raped if he didn’t comply? Oh God. He was now getting quite worried and the knock on the door brought his thoughts to an abrupt end. “Come on John… we’re waiting on you.” Thomas cajoled the
young man to speed things up a bit.
John emptied himself in the loo after the nights hectic shagging. His arse was full of cum and slime and he was glad to get rid of it all. Once cleaned out he stepped into the hot foamy depths and relaxed completely… well for a few minutes at least. His first thoughts were of how easy he had slipped into being a rent boy. There had been no planning involved and in just a few days he’d turned from a polite, if uptight young man, to a lad who actually really loved sex. He’d sucked a few guys off and enjoyed that sensation and was pleased when he’d actually got a few quid for doing so. He hadn’t liked being fucked the first time but once he knew he could make money from doing it… he felt that he could put up with the pain and discomfort. Last night had been an eye opener for him. That horny old toad in the next room had just fucked and fucked and fucked him last night and he couldn’t believe how much he’d enjoyed the experience himself. He
got turned on by the squeals of delight his tight hole had made Thomas emit and, although he was one sore boy this morning… he couldn’t wait to go again. Then it suddenly clicked about the visitor… he knew something was going on and thought that Thomas may well be planning a threesome. Why else would Malcolm be there? As he let the warmth comfort and cosset his body he began to think about how he’d deal with such a situation. The truth was that he thought Malcolm looked fantastic… if a bit cocky… and just the type of guy he thought he would go for… and he’d found Thomas to be a sexy old hound dog. But he didn’t like the idea that he might be forced into doing something he didn’t want to… or even worse… what if he was going to be raped if he didn’t comply? Oh God. He was now getting quite worried and the knock on the door brought his thoughts to an abrupt end. “Come on John… we’re waiting on you.” Thomas cajoled the
young man to speed things up a bit.
He climbed out of the bath and wrapped a huge white fluffy towel around himself. It seemed to absorb all the water covering his body in seconds and so casting it aside he fished in the Harvey Nicks bag to see what he was expected to wear. It was a pair of white tight see-thru nylon briefs made by Helmut Lang… whoever, he or they were but they fitted fantastic. He caught sight of himself in the mirror looking like a horny little schoolboy just out of a gym lesson but that didn’t relieve his apprehension of what might happen in the next few minutes. He slowly ambled into the living room but there was no one there. He heard low voices coming from the bedroom and unhurriedly made his way there but not before he checked out the pile of notes that had been left on the table. Surprisingly he counted a further £330… that made £500 in total. ‘Hell’ he thought ‘…what am I expected to do for that’ nervously he peeped into the bedroom and found
both men naked and propped up on top of the duvet. There bodies looked lithe and muscular, their cocks hanging heavy but not yet full… they looked expectantly at the young man at the door. “Do come and join us John… those briefs suit you so well… you look even hornier than usual.”
both men naked and propped up on top of the duvet. There bodies looked lithe and muscular, their cocks hanging heavy but not yet full… they looked expectantly at the young man at the door. “Do come and join us John… those briefs suit you so well… you look even hornier than usual.”
A hesitant John crawled onto the bed between the two big guys, well big in comparison to his own slight frame, and was greeted by a passionate kiss from Thomas. Soon John could feel his shoulders and back being covered in light little kisses as Malcolm got into the mood. Thomas’s cock had responded almost immediately to the presence of the young lad and had become huge in seconds. He manoeuvred the boy down so that his warm and welcoming young mouth could do its magical work. This left his arse free for Malcolm to appreciate as his kisses got lower and lower down the boy’s back. Expectantly he pulled the see-thru briefs aside and inspected that most talked about of inviting places and as it winked and pulsated in front of his eyes, his cock was already leading him fervently on to that exquisite boyish temptation.
That was it… absolute Bliss.
That was the moment when Thomas became John’s pimp… and lover. As John had gone down to blow Thomas… the overly sexually excited Malcolm had pulled down the lad’s new briefs, licked that sweet little arse hole and screwed the lad for almost an hour… cumming four times in the process. John himself was rewarded with a mouthful of Thomas’s ripe spunk, which he swallowed ready for the next load. Every lunchtime for next few days was taken up with Thomas’s colleagues visiting and not one of them came for lunch. John became known as ‘The Kegel Kid’ and no matter how many times in a day he was fucked his arse still twitched and thrilled all cummers. John never touched his own cock, sometimes he’d cum as a huge cock powered away hard and fast into his guts but often he stayed hard without cumming whilst he kept on servicing each new visitor. Soon he had an almost non-stop list of admirers desperate to try, or repeat, the experience of those
spasming muscles. John never complained about the amount of work he had to do as his popularity increased. Thomas was pleased that the lad had found a purpose and something he seemed happy about doing but hadn’t tumbled to the fact that John now regarded him as a father figure who he had to please… rather than a lover. As each client was teased and tormented by those thrilling sphincter muscles, and as each load filled him up, John regarded it as more proof of his utter respect and devotion to his new ‘daddy’ and would do anything to please him. Meanwhile, Thomas didn’t mind how much the boy got fucked because he had the boy stuffed on the end of his own cock most nights and just loved the little moans, coos, slurps and murmurs of appreciation that came from the lad’s lips… at both ends.
spasming muscles. John never complained about the amount of work he had to do as his popularity increased. Thomas was pleased that the lad had found a purpose and something he seemed happy about doing but hadn’t tumbled to the fact that John now regarded him as a father figure who he had to please… rather than a lover. As each client was teased and tormented by those thrilling sphincter muscles, and as each load filled him up, John regarded it as more proof of his utter respect and devotion to his new ‘daddy’ and would do anything to please him. Meanwhile, Thomas didn’t mind how much the boy got fucked because he had the boy stuffed on the end of his own cock most nights and just loved the little moans, coos, slurps and murmurs of appreciation that came from the lad’s lips… at both ends.
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