The party was a bit different in that there were clearly 6 other rent boys there, so alleviating the pressure to perform constantly. They were all chatting in the dressing room as they stripped off. They were all in the same mould – young, slim, innocent looking. A couple of the other lads had obviously been to previous parties and carefully applied anal desensitiser to any of the lads who wanted it. Andy accepted, Marty declined.
Two lads stood out from the rest though – they were also young, slim and innocent looking but between their legs legs hung slender long cocks. They looked 6" at rest at-least. As if on cue from the attention they had attracted, they both started to swell. They rapidly grew into 9 inch fat dicks – they looked almost obscene sticking out from their slender frames. "Fuck! those would give some guys extreme pleasure" Andy thought.
Andy just stared at them in amazement and his own cunt clenched at the thought of taking either of them. He noticed that each of them took a little blue pill and looked questioningly at one of the lads. "Little bit of help" one said "Keeps you hard for hours mate. Once up it ain't going down. Useful in our line of business!" the other laughed. "Keeps you cumming too"
The party kicked of at 9 and the next 7 hours were one hedonistic sex orgy.
The lads were led into a large hall fitted out with slings, benches for guys to be strapped over, vast mattresses, rim seats, tables seemingly over loaded with all manner of sex toys. The party goers were already milling around in various stages of erection – all being already naked. Andy saw some impressive cocks was knew he'd no doubt service them sooner or later.
As the lads were paraded around the room they were fondled, fingered, masturbated. Maty was soon being strapped over on of the benches, legs spread wide and his almost hairless cunt on full display. It didn't take long for him getting his first fuck. Andy saw him being mounted by a youngish guy thrusting hard. At that moment he felt a finger slipping up his own cunt and a sigh He knew it was time to go to work..
Andy was taken to one of the raised mattresses and cuffed face up, legs spread wide and a pillow of sorts shoved under his hips. The guy who had the pleasure of being Andy's first of the night was an overweight guy, not a chub but chubby. Andy reckoned he was in his early 30's. The guys greatest asset was his nice thick cock which he proceeded to savagely thrust into Andy. He was glad of the desensitiser!
There followed a steady stream of cocks in him after that one. He was fucked and bred, fucked and bred. There seemed to be no let up. There was no release.
There was a cry of pain. Andy managed to turn his head to see one of the lads being impaled on one of the young hung lads. Two men had hoisted the poor lad up and then slammed him down on to the priapic dick. 9 inchs, to the root, in one shove. No wonder the lad reacted!
Another of the lads was being tagged and gang banged on one of the other mattress, he looked as if was covered head to foot in cum. The other 9 inch lad was busily servicing a guy being held down, almost a re-enactment of rape. The only thing was the sex was consensual.
The lads were given a break and back in the dressing room they all used the anal gel, the Donkeys (as the young top were nicknamed popped another pill. Nearly all the lads drank the copious amounts of water provided. Andy membered the last party and the water, he steered clear of it. The water had an almost instantaneous effect on the lads, the became sexually crazed.
As the left the room some of the lads dropped to their knees and sucked cock unasked. Another flung himself into the sling and announced "Fuck me guys! Fuck my boicunt taw!" He had plenty of takers. Andy himself was led off to one of the private rooms available. There his mouth and cunt were worked over by two Danish guys. Andy reckoned they too had taken the little pills – neither going soft and his orifices pumped full of 3 loads. from each of them. He reckoned it was the best fucking of the night so far.
As he left the room, cum covered lips and cum literally running down his inner thighs, he felt a hand on his arse and fingers probing his crack. "Well you look, and feel, a sight!" a familiar voice said. He realised it was one of Matt's old regulars. He'd never seen the guy only heard the very verbal fuck sessions with Matt. He turned and looked.
Andy could see instantly why Matt so enjoyed the guys appointments. The guy was about 6'2"magnificent chest – an otter, olive skin, a 5 day stubble on his handsome face. Andy's eyes travelled south to the mans prolific, wild, hairy pubic bush then to, what seemed, a perfectly chiselled dick. 8" of beautifully formed uncut cock.
"And that's a magnificent sight" Andy responded as his hand slowly moved across to the dick, caressing it. The man sighed "Oh my god..." as a droplet of precum formed. Andy's thumbs massaged it into the head, teasing the piss slit. The man shivered in excitement, a low moan escaping his lips. "Come with me" Andy whispered.
Andy led him down a corridor where he knew there were individual cabins for more 'intimate' moments. They were simple – walls painted light grey, low lighting, a double bed, towels - but private.
This guy wasn't like the others – no wild animal. They made out standing there caressing each other until they slowly slipped onto the bed. This guy was servicing him rather than Andy doing his job.
He now knew why Matt hollered, groaned and gasped. The man sucked dick to perfection, knowing just the right things to do to get Andy close enough but then stopping on the very edge. The man had no qualms about delving into Andy's leaking ass with his tongue – licking out other men's cum. His tonguing soon had Andy writhing in ecstasy Tsunamis of please ripped through his body. His whole being begged to be fucked.
As if he could read Andy's mind, the man raised Andy's legs and slowly slid into him. The mans movements, the gyration of his hips, the rhythmical thrusts – all timed to perfection. Andy's prostate had never felt so perfectly pleasured, his own dick streamed precum. The man leaned into kiss him, their tongues engaged in passionate battle. As they broke the kiss the man softly said "I'm going to cum.." Andy felt the flow of the warm sperm into is body, triggering his own intense orgasm.
Andy lay with his head on the mans shoulder in their post orgasm come down time, caressing the mans chest, purring. He felt slightly stupid as he said "That is one of best fucks I've ever had". The man chuckled "One of the best for me too!" as he stroked Andy's hair.
Andy felt he wanted to take him home, wake up in the late morning and have him make love to him again. He knew this was a man who he could love. He also knew it was impossible
The reverie was quickly broken as the door opened and Andy saw a couple of very horny guys wanting to use a room. "Back to work" Andy thought, dejectedly.
He gave the man a tender, gentle kiss on the lips and softly said "Thank you" before leaving.
Andy was soon flat on his back again being hard shafted by a handful of guys, bathed in cum in a bukkake ring, even serviced by one of the Donkeys to amuse a group of jerking guys. Luckily for Andy the party was winding up and the lads were soon escorted back to the dressing room.
Marty was grinning like a cat that got the cream, clearly happy at the repeated use and abuse of his body. 'You'll have a sore cunt later" Andy warned him as they showered and dressed. "Don' care! I'd do it all again tomorrow night!" Marty grinned. "A total cock slut" Andy thought;
Andy was right – Marty was a true cum slut, cum whore. He'd take any cock, anywhere, anytime. The 'office' received a constant stream of visitors for him and was now often home to threesomes foursomes and more. Andy participated in some of them but was a bit 'picky' about which of Marty's clients who were allowed to fuck him.
Andy was also beginning to notice that some 'clients' were using chem's – tina, cocaine and the like. Andy did not approve and told Marty so. He also found that Marty was entertaining in the lounge – an area they agreed was a no-go one for business. Trade was for the office or own rooms only.
The final straw came one weekend. Andy had an overnighter out of town and told Marty he wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. His appointment was actually Friday night but he'd decided to stay an extra night – treat himself. As it was the trades partner turned up at the hotel right in the middle of the fuck. Caught in the act! The ensuing scene meant that Andy lost the use of the room for the following night.
He eventually got back to the apartment late Saturday night.
He walked through the front door to be confronted by the sight of two buck naked guys fucking on the hall floor! To say he was angry was the least of it - first a ruined weekend and now he finds complete strangers fucking in his hall! He could hear noises that clearly indicated the office and Marty's room were occupied. He went and dumped his bag and then searched for Marty..
He walked into the lounge and was greeted by the sight of a Roman orgy! One guy was being spit-roasted on the floor, another guy was being facefucked hard. On the sofa was a lad being rammed hard by a tattooed chav like character. The lad seemed out of it, high. Worse he certainly did not look old enough to be there.
Andy could see the 'clouds' and see the bongs – chem's freely available and used. His blood boiled. He headed to the office. There he found two guys double fucking another lad who screamed like hell. In the sling there was a guy, cuffed in, being fisted. Still no Marty. Passing the open bathroom he saw water-sports in progress. Finally he made it to Marty's room.
Marty was laying across the bed, face to face with yet another young lad. Both were being serviced hard by thick black cocks. The sheets on the bed were sodden with cum, the room full of clouds. It was more like some seedy brothel than anything else.
Marty was well out of it, the lad the same. Andy decided this was not the place to be that night. He grabbed his bag went off to one of the hotels he used regularly.
He returned the following morning to find Marty in bed with two of the young lads. The place was a mess and stank of cum and clouds. He set about clearing the place even though it should have been Marty's job. He realised that their working relationship had to end.
After the lads left Marty finally sauntered out. He appeared totally unconcerned as he said "You should have stayed last night Andy, those lads throw a mean fuck!" Andy exploded.
Marty got he message loud and clear – within the week he had cleared his room and left.
Andy knew he could manage by himself now – what with his own clients and those selected from Matt's old ones he could easily afford the rent and bills and put money aside.
He re-organized the flat so that Marty's old room became one for the more intimate loving clients - -those that wanted the 'love making' style, not the 'just fucking'. The office remained a real play room.
One afternoon he received a call from a 'new' client – he'd been referred to me by another client. He said he wanted the more intimate style experience. When he asked about the hourly rate he was happy with it and booked for two hours - "I like to take time". The guy already knew the address.
It was a Friday afternoon and this new client, Chris, was to be the last of the day, last of the week.
At 2 pm exactly the guy turned up. As Andy opened the door he was gobsmacked. It was the guy from the party – the 6'2" olive skin guy, the one who made love to him that night. Now here he was on his doorstep as a paying client!
The guys jaw dropped and then turned into a smile.
It was only an hour later, after he had made exquisite love to Andy twice, that they lay there and talked.
Yes, Chris had been a client of Matt's and No, he had no idea that Andy was the guy in the next room getting pounded. Andy blushed at the memory of some of the times Chris must have heard him.
Chris had been married but that soon ended. H knew from day 1 it was a mistake. He had 'saved himself' before marriage and when it came to the wedding night it was a disaster. He just couldn't get aroused. He'd always 'admired' other guys and now it became clear that he was probably gay.
He had no idea about what to do so hired a rent boy for his 'first time'. His job meant he could not be seen as gay so he then relied on rent boys and escorts for his 'release'. He had met Matt over a year ago and became his regular go-to.
He had always felt ashamed with other rent-boys/escorts but Matt made him feel at ease, taking time with him to chat and such.
Andy felt sorry for him as he lay with his head on Chris's chest.
They made love again and then Chris looked at the clock "Times nearly up" he said wistfully. "Not for you, Not tonight" Andy said softly. He lent up and kissed Chris gently on the lips, seeing tears forming in the mans eyes. Chris hugged him tight and sobbed.
Their Friday evening was spent n a mixture of laughing, chatting, eating and drinking – with frequent sex.
Chris displayed a playful, even wild side, in their sex. They had seen no need to get dressed after showering and the close proximity of their naked bodies seemed to leave them in a high state of sexual arousal. Chris had even 'taken him' as he started to prepare food. Andy had shot his load on the counter top to Chris's comment "Ah a nice cream sauce!" they both collapsed in a fit of the giggles.
The Saturday morning came and Chris said he really should go - "No clean knickers" he joked. Both of them were saddened by their separation. "I'll call you.....real soon" Chris said as he left.
They enjoyed a number of such times, Chris always insisting on paying the going hourly rate for his 2 hour slot which always 'extended'. Andy felt something might actually come of this 'relationship', not just felt – but hoped. Chris started to think the same way.
The world suddenly turned black for Andy.
Splashed across the papers were the sordid details of a gay sex scandal – famous people caught up in a sex ring. One of those named was Chris, caught getting fucked by a soldier up a back alley way in a seedier part of town. It turned out Chris was a high ranking soldier too – very high ranking in fact. Chris was disgraced and dismissed.
Chris did not call for weeks and then rang Andy to tell him he was leaving the country, he'd managed to get a job in South America, and that he wanted to see him one last time. Andy was hesitant but agreed.
They met, they had sex, they parted.
Andy threw himself into his work to forget Chris.
Andy guessed a whore should never fall in love with a client.
