Andy's addiction for sex was now stronger than ever. Before he seemed to be able to almost control it – three clients a day was enough to satiate him before. Now he wanted to fuck and be fucked 24/7. That craving for a man inside him became overwhelming.
He always took Friday afternoons, Saturdays and Sundays off work – he earned enough during the week now. That down-time was when he could indulge himself in his addiction to the full.
He soon developed a 'pattern' to the time. Friday afternoon cruising the beach, woods, toilets. Friday nights on the town hitting the clubs. Saturdays in the Saunas. Sundays he would usually wake up in some strangers bed – in some hotel or apartment. He never took them back to his place, his 'place of work' - oddly it didn't seem right.
He decided to hit on his favourite club that Friday night. It was on the edge of the gay area of town and was ideal for those 'tourists' or 'discrete' guys to use. Unassuming from the outside, no indication as to what it was really like inside.
Th club was situated in a the basement of a well known hotel and had easy access from both the street and direct from the hotel. Andy used to sit in the bar of the hotel and see the guys disappear through the swing doors he knew led downstairs, watching the one way traffic.
Once downstairs and through the door you were faced with a vast space, a bar along one side of it, dark archways, dimly lit alcoves, a maze of corridors leading off it to separate spaces and rooms for the 'shy' guys. The whole purpose of the place was to find and have sex.
That night there were only a few guys when he arrived but he knew it would get busier as the night wore on. He sat at the bar, sipping a tonic water – it looked likes vodka after all and he didn't want to get drunk. He scanned the bar, the open areas, watching the entrances, hunting.
His eyes came to rest on a guy dressed in his 'go to look' mode – white shorts, football shirt, trainers. He was about 5' 10, red hair, green eyes. Andy guessed he was Irish or at least a Celt. Probably early 40,' still slim – no daddy belly. Two things grabbed Andy's attention - the beautiful smile and the pronounced bulge in the shorts. This guy looked hung!
The guy kept glancing at Andy, obviously the interest was being reciprocated. Andy caught his eye and nodded towards one of the dark corridors leading to rooms and quiet places. The guy nodded an accepting smile as Andy got up from his stool and meandered over to the entrance, looking back to see if the guy followed – sure enough he did.
Andy headed for one of the rooms at the end – wanting more than a quick blow job – passing some open doors of rooms already occupied, others with doors closed, the sounds of sex seeping though them. He kept on looking back just to make certain the guy was still following, he was.
He finally found an empty room – a bit seedy with just a red vinyl covered platform masquerading as a bed, a bowl of lube sachets and an unused bowl of rubbers. The smell of recent sex pervaded the air – that smell of cum and sweat.
By now Andy was highly aroused - his own shorts painfully tight against his straining dick. He entered the room and immediately stripped off his own football shirt and slipped out of his shorts. There was never any point in being coy here - you were there for one thing only - sex.
He clambered on to the platform, on all fours, presenting his ass to the doorway, waiting for his first fuck of the night. He heard the door close and the rustle of clothing discarded, a muttered "Oh fuck what an arse!" Andy waggled it at him, teasing him, taunting him.
Two hands spread his ass-cheeks, he heard a slight moan and then felt the mans hot breath on his greedy hole. The guy lent in and sniffed then licked his hole, kissing it, sucking on those ass- lips. It was one of those things that really excited Andy – that feeling of a tongue on his cunt, the probing, the process of relaxing him.
The guy licked all the way down his crack, down to his balls, kissing them licking them, back up, briefly licking his twitching hole, then back down to hole and the tongue bath he loved. This guy could rim! He used his tongue and fingers to raise Andy's lust level higher and higher. The fingers caressed his pucker, his tongue lubed it, helping the first finger in. Andy groaned.
Another tongue licking, another finger. Appreciative groans from Andy.
The man worked him open, four fingers stretching him open, pulling his ass- lips apart, burying his face in Andy's shuddering arse. The man stimulated everyone of the nerve endings in his cunt it seemed – his whole body shook with the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He wanted dick in him now - whatever its size. The guy had looked hung in his shorts but you never could tell.
The face left his crack, the fingers – having done their bob – removed. Andy heard the tearing of a packet – lube or rubber he couldn't tell. He felt the cool gel spread across his cunt - lube! Then the second sound of tearing. "No doubt a rubber" He didn't really mind although he would have really prefer the dick to be raw. He loved the feel of a mans cum in him.
The man grabbed Andy's waist firmly as he felt the tip of the dick test his cunt. Andy knew immediately it hadn't been a condom packet that had been ripped open the second time. He felt that silky texture of well lubed, unsheathed, cockhead sliding across him. He let out a sigh of deep pleasure "Oh yes...". He could feel the dick pulsate, leaking pre-cum on to his excited cunt. "Fuck, yes..." he gasped as he felt the man push past the barrier and into his body.
Andy's lust for cock was off the scale now. He felt the raw cockhead break through into his warm inciting cunt, its velvety lining juicy around the shaft as the guy pushed on further. he found Andy's prostate and stroked in and out over it. Fertilising it with the precum almost spurting out of the guys dick. Andy clenched on the tool of pleasure, sucking him further into him.
His mind now only on one thing – the spunk that would soon follow. That ultimate nectar flushed into his body, feeding his hunger for it. He loved cum, jizz, spunk. The feel of it, the taste of it. In his wilder moments he even dreamt of bathing in it. His addiction to sex feeding his addiction to spunk.
He worked his cunt muscles on the guy, milking him. Opening and closing his cunt lips around the shaft as it fucked him. He begged the man to fuck him harder, telling him to "Knock me up, get me fucking pregnant! Breed me! Give me your load! Seed me!" The guy fucked faster, orgasm imminent. Andy's own building with it. "Fuckin shag me" he screamed as he felt the surge of jizz flowing up his dick, ready for release.
The guys dick exploded inside of him, he felt that warm gush of spunk! "Fuck it in me, fuck it deep" he cried as his turgid dick shot the white gold over the red vinyl 'bed'.
The guy pulled his dick out rapidly and dived between Andy's ass- cheeks, his tongue lapping at the leaking load. Andy scooped his own load from the plastic cover and licked, ate his own cum.
The guy wasn't finished with him.
He flipped Andy onto his back, lying in his own spunk, and for the first time he saw the mans cock, the cum coated cock, still rigid and glistening. He saw the 8" of fuckmeat that had ravaged his cunt and bred him. Although he had just cum, Andy wanted it again., licking his lips and looking greedily at the still throbbing dick in front of him – no signs of deflation.
Andy lay there, their eyes locked on each others, as he finger fucked himself, moaning. "Fuckin do me again" he begged. "Yeah?" the man said, his voice betraying his willingness to fuck and his lust to fuck Andy. Andy spread his legs wide "Fuck YES! DO it!" he almost shouted.
The guy fucked him three times before he started to wilt, almost begging for a rest. Finally he picked up his shorts and shirt and staggered from the room, a broad smile of contentment on his face.
Lying there Andy knew now why he as a rent-boy, a whore, a male prostitute. He no longer had those doubts as at the beginning. He was no longer ashamed of his 'job' "Fuck I enjoy my work" he thought as he tasted some of the spunk from his ravished cunt. This weekend was all about pure personal pleasure though!
He slid off the vinyl 'bed', it, and him, now covered in cum. Clutching his shorts and shirt, he wandered the maze of corridors, nakedly displaying his 'availability'.
He saw a couple of other rent-boys he knew, busily sucking cock. He saw one of his own regulars getting pounded by a stunning Indian guy. Andy thought it odd, his regular was usually a 'top only'! He stumbled across two young lads fucking on the floor in one of the darker rooms. Both looked too young to be even drinking but they knew how to fuck! He stopped by one of the alcoves to rest a moment.
He rested too long and a disembodied cock appeared out of the dark and prodded his cunt. Hands grabbed at his waist as he bent slightly forwards to take the wet cock. "Fuck me" he said quietly. The anonymous cock slipped in, the guy moaning ' MMMMM already lubed for me!" Andy quickly took his 5 th load of the night.
After that it all got a bit hazy, the only thing he truly remembered was the Indian Guy whose bed he woke up in the following morning. He felt drilled out deep, had a sore cunt and the sheets were soaked in cum.
Suddenly it all flooded back to him....
The session in the sling with the guy, the cab ride back, the hotel room. The fuck!
He raised himself up, looking around the room, looking for the guy. No where to be seen. He looked in the bathroom – no one. Then he saw the envelope of the desk, addressed to him. There was a hand written not inside, together with a crisp 50.
"Andy, thanks for a great night! Love to hook up with you again next time I'm in town. Buy yourself something nice. Malik xx"
Andy had obviously never told Malik what his profession was so why did he leave the 50? Did he appreciate me or did he instinctively know he was a hustler? Either way Andy had got fucked - that was all that mattered.
As he walked out of the hotel he saw Marty, a smile on his face and a dishevelled look to his hair. He'd certainly been servicing a client that night in the same hotel.
"Hi Andy! Good night?" "Yeah, not working" Marty gave a look of mock surprise "Just done an overnighter with a guy and his mates! Fuck am I sore!" "Lucky you" Andy could guess it was probably a chem fuelled session. "Well, I'm off to bed now" Marty laughed. Andy was glad he'd now left.
He spent the rest of the day as normal for a weekend – mundane chores and a bit of porn. He wanted to hit the 24hr Sauna that night – big time!
He arrived at the Club/Sauna at about 10 - usually a good warm up time before the real busy time between 12 midnight and dawn. It was a discrete place on the upper floors of a normal looking office block - all that advertised the place was a metal plate on the door "West End Men's Club".
He rode up in the lift with a guy, business type looking man. As Andy idly looked around the cabin his eyes glanced over the man. He was maybe late 30', early 40's, stylish blonde hair, blue eyes and, by the look of his trousers - hung. The tight fitting jeans showed a real tube of flesh hidden in there. "Fuck! If that's soft...." Andy promised himself he would see more it - in the flesh.
The club was nicely appointed although a bit run down - needed a coat of paint more than anything else. Andy paid 20 for entrance and "use of the facilities" as they termed it. Andy was well know here and treated as an old friend. Half price entrance, the odd free massage - almost free, just a blow job for the masseur - and a lot of free drinks paid for by members. The guys knew what he did as a day job.
As expected the place was just getting warmed up so Andy took up his usual stool at the bar and surveyed the comings and goings. He saw the guy from the lift come from the locker-room.
Now with just a towel around his waist Andy saw that he was fit and hairy - just how Andy liked his men. He smiled at the guy who came and sat next to him at the bar. "Another drink?" he said to Andy. "Yeah that would be good". The man kept looking down at Andy's towelled crotch as they chatted and drank.
His name was Toby, in the city for some conference "taking the weekend to settle in" he laughed. "Not a bad place to start then" Andy responded as Toby's hand rested on his shoulder. "Yeah, thought I'd explore a bit..." "Oh I love exploring new places" was Andy's suggestive response as he saw a definite movement under the towel. "Want me to show you around then Show me the sights?" Toby grinned: "That sounds good to me!"
Andy showed him the 'public areas' of the sauna and then led him to the more private places - the rooms above the main floor. As they passed one of the rooms they saw one of Andy's fellow workers, laid out seductively on his back. Andy could see Toby's towel jerk now. "Just the place to explore more closely - if you wanted to" "I have other places to explore first" Toby said as he put his hand on Andy's ass.
Andy let out a low, soft moan as he guided Toby into a room, closing the door after them.
Andy was right about the dick on Toby! As his new friend dropped his towel Andy let out a gasp. It had looked big encased in jeans – now it was priapic! Andy guessed 11 inchs, veiny, uncut, set in an unruly bush. "Oh fuck!" he thought. "Explore me!" he laughed.
Toby explored Andy's mouth and throat with gusto. Andy had enough practice to keep from gagging - just. He used all those well honed techniques on Toby, driving Toby into such a frenzy. He had Toby on his back sucking his cock and playing with his balls when that irrepressible need to get fucked surged through him. He straddled Toby, took his cock in his hand and guided him to his ravenous hole. He impaled himself.
They spent the next hour and a half exploring.
Toby decided he need a rest and Andy, the good whore that he was, left the man to doze as he went for "a drink" as he termed it. In fact he went to the shower room to sluice himself out first and then to the bar.
He started to chat to a couple of tourists to the city as he saw Toby, now dressed, walking out with his fellow worker.
The two guys were slowly relaxing, the conversation full of innuendos.
About midnight one of them suggested they might try a club or two Could Andy recommend anywhere? Andy could of course. He'd be happy to show them some. The guys said they needed to "pop back to the hotel" for some cash, suggesting Andy go with them and then on to the clubs.
They never got further than the hotel bedroom.
Andy left the hotel at 7 am and hailed a cab. Digging into his jeans for the fare he pulled out 200 which hadn't been there before. Had they known he was a hustler? Or did they just like to say "Thank you for a great time"? A second odd co-incidence.
Between the two of them they had fucked him maybe 7 times but that gnawing hunger still persisted. Even after Toby and the two guys, his cunt still screamed out for more.
Early though it was Andy decided to visit Mike, see if he had any group bookings, he'd even do one of 'those parties' now.
A sweaty, briefs clad Mike answered the door. From the state of him he had just been engaged in some form of sexual activity! Andy's hand cupped the erect dick "What a welcome!" he grinned. "Fuck Andy! You're up early!" "So are you by the looks!" "Late Night" Mike said nodding up the stairs. "Still here then?" Andy smirked. "God yes, they're gagging for it again" "They?"
Andy's boner got harder and wetter.
"Two lads, horny little fuckers. On the game like you!"
Andy wondered if he knew them – most rent know of each other after all.
"Room for a little one then? Andy asked cheekily. "Come in, get yer kit off, join us mate!"
Mike was already half way up the stairs, briefs already off and his bum jiggling. Andy's clothes remained in the hallway.
As Andy entered the bedroom Mike was already on the bed with the two lads – the two hung lads from the party! One was currently laid on his back, stroking his magnificent dick whilst the other was clambering between Mikes legs, lining up so give Mikes cunt a work out. Andy couldn't believe his luck!
His own cunt twitched at the sight of that 9" piece of fuckmeat being played with in front of him. He knew that had to go in him, deliver spunk in his guts.
"Oh fuuuuck" Mike screamed out as he was mounted and the other 9 inch dick rammed into him "Fuck Liam! Fuck me lad fuck me!" Mike bellowed .
It was too much for Andy as he now raced for the bed and leapt on to it, immediately straddling the available dick. He grabbed hold of the slick cock and rubbed its head over his puckering hole. "Fuck me" he said as he slammed down onto it, hard. "Fuuuuuckkkk YES!" he screamed out, taking the full 9 inchs in one go. He knew why Mike was bellowing out in lust and pain now.
Not only was that dick long it was thick and Andy could feel it ripping its way up him, lining his guts with precum. He was in fuck heaven as he started to ride that magnificent young cock. He got it soo deep, stretched his cunt so wide. His own dick just shrank away as everything was now focused on his arse and the feeling of being properly fucked.
He gyrated his arse over the cock, pleasuring the boy as well as himself. The lad started to moan too now. "Fuck Andy! Oh...fuck yeah! Ride the pole!" Andy wanted to do nothing more as he slid up and down on the increasingly wet dick. His lust was only heightened as he heard, and saw, Mike beside him, shafted by Liam. He saw Mike convulse in orgasm after orgasm. Which only spurred Andy on more.
The constant friction of shaft over prostate sent waves of pleasure though Andy's body. He quaked with orgasm. This was some of the most intense sex he'd yet had. This boy could fuck!
Almost lost in a sea of passion, he noticed Liam drag his cock from Mikes, now gaping cunt, saw it still pulsing, his knobend swollen and dripping precum. Mike was panting, gasping, covered in sweat, his body still shuddering with the last quakes of orgasms. Andy's lad pulled him down in a tight embrace, his mouth open, his tongue piercing Andy's wide open lips, their tongues fighting.
He heard a low loan from Liam as he could obviously now see Andy's impalement. Andy felt Liam's hot tongue on his cunt as the lad licked cunt and shaft. "Ohhhhhh Jesus....." he cried out as the tongue flicked over his well used ass-lips. He felt the bed move as he thought Mike staggered to the bathroom. The he felt the real reason.
Liam's cock was fighting its way into him as well! Double-Dicked!
A searing pain shot through him as his hole fought to resist, loosing the battle. The swollen head of Liam's cock pushed over the other boys shaft and into his cunt. He struggled, tried to get away from the invaders. He had no hope. He was still held in the tight embrace as all of Liam's weight was thrown behind the plundering of his cunt.
He screamed in agony as Liam got deeper and his shaft slid across the other one deeply implanted in Andy. He heard, above the grunts and his own cries "Oh fuck that's awesome" escape Liam's mouth as Liam now started to ease in and out of him.
Suddenly the pain stopped - no more agony, just pure bliss. Andy was now enjoying the feel of the two prodigious cocks in him. His cries of pain became moans of pleasure. Even his own dick reacted. He would never believe it could happen - his cock got hard again, he leaked precum.
Liam's hands grabbed Andy's hips as he now didn't ease in and out but fucked hard. Andy guessed he was going to get filled with Liam's spunk and worked with the lads to milk them both. Liam had obviously been close to cumming after he'd finished with Mike and he soon reached the point of no return. Andy felt the throb of ejaculating dick. Liam let out a yell as he bred Andy.
Andy could feel that delicious liquid spread over the adjoining shaft, flooding his double-dicked cunt, felt the lad under him shudder as he too blasted a load into Andy. The sounds and feel of the squelching cocks in bred cunt was the final thing needed to set Andy off, shooting a geyser of his own boijuice over the lads chest, chin, face and hair. This truly was his biggest ever cumshot.
Liam gradually pulled his dick out but as soon as he did Mike was there, licking the lads shaft and Andy's cunt, stroking Liam's still hard dick! Andy's cunt was soo sensitive now... he groaned loudly as Mike went to town eating the cum from him. It triggered him again! Liam, quick as a flash, had his mouth over his vibrating cock, swallowing every last drop of Andy's precious spunk.
They all collapsed in a heap of naked spunk covered bodies.
Through the post orgasm glow Andy could make out that the lads were still hard. He couldn't believe it but then remembered the little pills at the party. He thought that, somehow, he and Mike weren't going anywhere sometime soon.
Andy now discovered that the other lad was Euan, a Scottish lad who had runaway from home in Glasgow, worked the streets up there for a while then moved south. Liam was a Londoner through and through and had teamed up under Mikes 'supervision'.
Andy was right about his and Mikes chances of 'escaping' the lusty teens excessive libido. The lads left 6 hours later, amazingly for another appointment, leaving Andy and Mike like rag dolls - well used and well filled.
Mike and Andy staggered to the shower, lathering each other up carefully. Their cunts were sensitive and sore after the severe pounding they had taken. They returned to the cum sodden bed, luxuriating in the still warm feel of the combined loads. They could always shower again.
They slept as their bodies recovered their strength only to awake to raging boners....
