Andy had been fortunate that he had owned the apartment he had lived in, paid for with the 'profits' of his work. It meant he still had a roof over his head as he made is way back from prison.
He'd forgotten the letter from Ben until after a couple of days he found it stuffed in his jacket pocket. He sat at the kitchen table, coffee in one hand a ciggie in the other - one addiction he had controlled - and started to read the note from Ben:
"Dear Andy,
This note is strictly against the rules - a prison officer should never fraternize with the in-mates. However, today you are released from Prison and a free man again. Now I can write to you openly.
I have always known why you were in prison, what you had done, the job you did. I have never judged you on that, never will. We all go through hard times both emotional and financial - we do what we have to to survive.
That knowledge did not stop me taking an interest in you, stop me caring about you and, finally, falling in love with you. I saw through the veneer, saw the soul inside the body. It is that I fell in love with.
You are hundreds of miles away now and I may never see you again but I will never forget you, never stop loving you for who you are.
All my love,
Ben"
Tears streaked down Andy's face as he re-read the letter over and over again. It was the first love letter he had ever received.
He grabbed paper and a pen, wanting to write to Ben, in the old fashioned way - not on a computer and an e-mail. Andy had a felt a warm glow as he wrote the first line "My Dearest Ben".
Andy had overcome his addiction to drugs but not that of sex. He still craved dicks and spunk. He had a source on tap when he was in prison of course. Now he felt as if he was in a famine. When he was on the game he could almost guarantee 3 fucks a day, more if he'd done threesomes or group. Now he haunted the Sauna and the clubs again, this time not for money, not for rent.
It was a quiet night in the sauna - damn quiet for a Saturday night. Andy had only gone because he actually wanted a relaxing sauna and a deep massage. It was still a cheap night for him anyway. He still got his 50% discount as a 'long time customer' and the odd 'free' massage. He was happy to 'make payment' for the massages now - the new masseur was a total top with a good size dick on him! Tonight though all Andy wanted was a real massage - no extras.
He sat at the bar, nursing his coke - he'd forsworn alcohol now. He couldn't drink in prison anyhow. There were a few guys there he knew - all rent boys. After all the Sauna was well known as a place to pick up a rent boy for the night. Andy had already seen one of the renters going off somewhere with a chubby character had never seen before.
As he sipped on his coke a man slipped onto the stool next to him. Andy glanced at him and said "Hi" just being friendly to his new companion. The man took it as an invite to chat. He introduce himself as Jean-Paul, "Most people just call me Jean" he added. He worked for one of the big French Banks and he was visiting the local regional office in the city. "Just finishing off the visit with a couple of days downtime here in the city".
Andy knew full well what that meant - he was a business man whose downtime hopefully included anonymous sex in some hotel room. He'd heard it all before - at this very bar even. It had always ended up with him flat on his back, fucked senseless and 200 in his pocket. That was then - now he was out of the game.
The soft voice, the french accent, the charm of the man - all led to Andy's engagement with the man. As they chatted Andy took a closer look at the man - he was, he supposed in his early 40's, his tanned skin dominated by his blue eyes. His upper chest was dusted with dark hair, framing his very suckable and flexible nipples. Andy could see that they were firm, almost bullet style - a sure sign of arousal. The hair on the chest gave way to a treasure trail leading down to the loosely draped towel.
Andy let his glance slip to the towel and swore he saw a slight movement.
Jean offered him another drink, his hand on the small of Andy's back. The drinks arrived but the hand remained. He turned to look at Jean, smiling coyly, giving acceptance to him that he was interested in him. Jeans hand slid slowly down Andy's back edging under the towel and caressing his ass. Andy gave a slight sigh of appreciation as Jeans long fingers slipped between his ass-cheeks and into his crack. Andy let out another sigh as Jean stroked his crack, edging towards his hole.
Andy's breathing became ragged, the sensation of the fingers sending thrills through his body. His dick had now swollen and was pushing at the towel forcefully. He looked down at Jeans groin seeing his towel doing the same. His hand tentatively moved from his thigh towards the towelling tent. He looked Jean in the face as the Frenchman's head tilted towards his and whispered. "I have a hotel, if you want" Andy smiled "I want" he replied.
As they dressed in the changing rooms Jean faced away from him only the hairy cheeks of his arse displayed. Andy reached over and gently caressed them, the hair soft and silky. He wondered if Jeans pubic hairs were the sale. He would soon see, soon explore with his fingers and lips.
They took an uber to the hotel across the city. It was modern, new, no concierge. The sort of place you could enter and leave anonymously. As they rode the elevator to the 14th floor, Jean slipped his arm around Andy's waist, pulled him towards him and kissed him softly. Andy gasped as he felt Jeans other hand rub his stiffening bulge. Jeans tongue slipped into his mouth, warm and inviting.
As Jean guided him into the room his hand caressed Andy's bum, sending a shiver through him. "Mmmmm, that feels nice" Andy moaned. "Are you top or Bottom?" Jean asked - the first real mention of sex. "Versatile" "Good, so am I" Jean giggled "We can both have pleasure". Jeans french accent, his french way with words, sent a tingle through Andy's body, eliciting another sigh.
They turned to each other easing off each others jackets, slipping off their shoes, kicking them aside. Jean pulled Andy towards him, kissing him deeply as his fingers unbuttoned his shirt. The kiss was only broken only to let Andy remove his polo shirt. Andy saw the dark otter style chest hair for the first time and ran his hands over it, his fingers deftly touching Jean's hardening nipples.
Andy gasped as Jean took a nipple between his fingers, massaged it, tweaked. Then he moved to the other, arousing both. Andy's nipples had always been sensitive but tonight they felt on fire, transmitting the erotic sensations to brain and dick alike. He felt as if would cum at any second, he begged Jean to stop. Jean smiled and turned his attention to the front of Andy's trousers, edging the zip down, undoing the buttons and easing them down over Andy's thighs.
Distracting Andy with another deep kiss, Jean undid his own trousers and let them fall to the floor. Almost in unison they stepped out of their trousers, again kicking them away. They stood now just in briefs, straining briefs. Andy's instinctively brushed across Jeans swollen mound. He let out another gasp as he felt the enshrouded dick. His professional guess was it was probably 9", it felt uncut and just what Andy considered, the right thickness.
Jean did not even touch his briefs, except to ease them down and release Andy's pulsating erection, it slapping against his stomach, traces of precum spattered on him. "Magnificent" Jean crooned as his fingers stroked it. Naked but for socks they slid onto the broad expanse of the bed, embracing, their groins joined.
Jean started to play Andy. His fingers exploring ever square inch of him. His lips kissing him all over. His tongue probing those most intimate of places. Andy's thighs parted, he elevated his hips, inviting Jean to explore further.
Andy felt the warm breath on his entry, then the wetness of lips and tongue. Jean made oral love to Andy's hole. The techniques and sensations sent waves of thrilling delight through his body. He felt on fire again, begged Jean to stop, then wanting more. Andy could feel the tongue enter him. He felt it lap around him. He had never felt to excited as he did now.
After the tongue came the fingers; one knuckle deep, two knuckles; one finger, two. The probes reached his special spot and he groaned and writhed under the gentle massage it received. Jean worked it slowly, massaging it firmly but expertly. He brought Andy to the verge of orgasm.
Andy could feel himself getting seemingly wet. His urge to receive Jean's dick rising. Jean had prepared him well.
Andy was ready, ready to take Jean, ready to be fucked.
Jean slowly, almost lovingly, moved between Andy's thighs, their eyes locking. Jean leaned forward kissing him as he felt the head of his lovers penis press on him. Andy seemed to flower under the gentle pressure, feeling the head penetrate him with ease, the iron hand in the silk glove. He felt that momentary pain as it penetrated that inner ring - soon swept aside as the shaft of his lover slid deeper into him. Jeans rhythmic thrusts set every nerve ending ablaze.
Andy's anal canal reacted - rippling, clench, dilating - milking Jean. The fuck was sublime!
Jean brought him to anal orgasm after anal orgasm, not cumming. Andy was racked by pure pleasure, his body totally submitting to Jean. His hands clawed at the back of the powerful Frenchman, his legs wrapped around his waist, his body milking him. He never wanted it to end. Then he felt that rigidity, that swelling of a dick on the verge of ejaculation. He felt it over his prostate, triggering his own cumming.
They lay there in that haze of post-orgasm, fingers entwined, Andy's head on Jeans chest, gazing up at him. "That was amazing!" was all he could say to his french lover. Jean smiled down at him "It was, it proves you Anglo-Saxons aren't the cold lovers many say they are." Andy blushed. "Can you stay the night?" Jean asked.
As dawn broke, Andy left the hotel, Jean having proved that french lovers are almost insatiable in their love making and having arranged to spend another night together - that night.
As Andy slipped off his trousers ready to shower he heard a rustle in the pocket. He wondered what it was. As he rummaged he pulled out 8 crisp 50's. 400. He realised that the money had come from Jean. He had thought he was a hustler not just someone who might be interested in him. Andy felt cheap somehow.
Andy was tempted to call off their second night together but he was drawn to Jean, not the money, They spent the night together and Andy found another 400 in his pocket when he left the following morning.
Andy had vowed to give up the drugs, even the cigarettes but here he was again taking money for sex. He reasoned he hadn't "asked for it", they had just made a generous "gift". He was lying to himself. He hung out at a club and a sauna that had a reputation – they were places well known for easy sex. Want a guy for the night? Afford to pay for it? Then the place to go was either the club or the sauna.
Andy have kept himself in shape while in prison. He had eaten a proper diet, used the prisoners gym, even did some running around the prison track. He now looked fit and appealing to guys who wanted young jock types to bed.
His need, desire, craving for sex had never diminished. In prison he had been lucky – satisfying prisoners and officers daily. On the outside he had to 'forage' for his 'hit' of sex, anyway he could.
He'd quickly signed up on the apps - grindr, scruff etc. - and found plenty of guys on there but it was always hit and miss, flakes never turning up, pictures never marrying up with reality. Too many blank profiles. There were a few he met up with but they never truly satisfied him. They were 'quickies', one off's. Sex would take place in cars, in truck parks, deserted car parks and factory lots. In the warmer months it was in the parks and woodlands. Andy wanted more than that.
The sauna provided the safer hunting ground almost. Fresh faces of tourists, business men, the out of towners. They were all looking for one thing – anonymous sex. Andy was there to provide it. He'd fuck for free or he'd take money if it was 'donated'. He didn't care any longer. The three men he cared about had come and gone. Yet there was still that need for something more 'stable' in his life.
He sat one afternoon and rationalised the situation. He loved, no, was to addicted to sex. He couldn't be celibate for long. His hormones were produced to excess and three, four, five times a day were his level of need. He couldn't do the sauna or the club every day. He only had one option. He'd go back to his 'job' - rent-boy, escort, male prostitute. This time he'd be more selective in his choice of clients. There would be no one sharing his flat, sharing his clients. No Marty, No Harry.
He started to build up a 'client bank' - drawing on his contacts at the club and sauna. He got on well with the barmen, the waiters, the masseurs. They always sussed out those on the look out for some one like Andy and often guided them to him. They got their 'kick backs' - a free blow job, the odd fuck in the backroom or a cabin. He was always greeted with a "Hi Andy, working?" A nod from Andy and they knew to steer prospects his way.
His client bank grew – from German Bankers, tourists from the West Coast, two amazing Swedes. They all went away satisfied and recommended him. Some even contacted him for repeat visits.
One day, out of the blue, he got a phone call asking for Andy by his full name – something he never gave to clients. "Is that Andrew Smith, Andrew Jon Smith?". Andy was hesitant to reply but thought the voice sounded familiar. "Yes..." "I've found you at last!" the caller said happily. It was then Andy recognised the voice. It was Ben.
It turned out that Ben was in the city for a few days and that he would like to meet up with Andy.
They had lost contact when Andy had moved flat – new start, new home – and Ben had been trying to find him ever since. Andy felt a warm glow when he heard Bens voice and of his dedication to finding him. They arranged to meet the following evening in a bar Andy knew.
That night was Andy's 'Sauna Night' as he called it. Andy was always on the look-out for new clients, different experiences. The Sauna always provided both. Saturday Nights were always busy! That night proved no exception.
Travelling up in the lift he let a couple of 'co-workers'' - all three of them hoping to 'get laid' and earn a few bob. One of the guys was a committed top, while Andy and the other lad confirmed bottoms. All three would be in demand. The top guys attribute stuck out a mile – a solid 9 incher tucked in his shorts. Andy wondered how that would feel - but you never fucked with your fellow whores.
As Andy stripped off in the locker-room he saw this guy looking at him, admiring his arse, smiling. Andy glanced down at the mans dick. If it had been soft it would have been a prospect but it was hard and small. Not what Andy wanted or needed. He smiled and wrapped a towel around his waist, a clear indication of "Thanks, but no thanks".
Andy was exceptionally horny that night and, after one quick "Hi" to the barman, a gulped coke, he wandered off 'on the hunt'. Two guys were making out in the chill out area – kissing, hands under towels, feeling each other up. One a daddy, the other a twink. Andy knew where that was leading - one of the rooms or a hotel bedroom.
In one of the corridors a young lad was being spit-roasted by two black guys. The kid certainly had his work cut out. Both guys lived up that phrase "Big Black Cocks". They were certainly giving him a good 'work out'.
Andy ended up in the sling area, a number of slings and St Andrews Crosses scattered around. One of the crosses was occupied by a guy, slim, good sized dick, restrained. His dick and body was being played with mercilessly. He was begging to be let cum, always denied. Andy was stood watching the lads torture as he felt a hand on his arse, stroking it, fingers delving into his crack, searching out his hole.
Andy leant forward slightly to let the anonymous fingers have easier access, he gave a gasp as a finger entered him. "Fuck that's nice" his anonymous admirer commented. Andy groaned "Oh god that feels good" as the stranger started to finger fuck him. He groaned even more as a second finger prised him open, his hole dilating rapidly. "Horny Lad!" the man said. "Very and always" Andy responded through groans.
The guy was stood right behind him Andy unable to see the face or body of the man now pushing in a third finger, finding and rubbing his prostate. Andy trembled "Oh fuck, yes!", his legs shook as the man finger fucked him deeply now, swirling his long fingers around inside his ever expanding fuckchute. Then the fingers were gone, pulled out rapidly, replaced.
The guy had worked him well and the cock that fucked him now slid in and out effortlessly. The man grabbed Andy's hips and pulled him back on yo his dick. It wasn't big - probably just 6 inches - but he guy knew how to use it. The gyrating of his hips, the jerking of his cock inside him, the pressure applied to his prostate - all building to orgasm.
There was a long string of precum falling form his dick now, he knew he would spunk soon. The man knew it as well as he pistoned into him. There was a powerful thrust, a grunt, a "Fuuuuckkk" and the feeling of those warm fluids into his body. Andy was in heaven again.
Oddly, as soon as the guy had cum he pulled out of Andy, his cunt closing rapidly. The guy patted Andy's arse and said "Thanks Bud!" and was gone. Andy never even saw his face.
He stood there cum now trickling down his legs, warm streaks running down. The man had surely shot a big load! Andy reached round and fingered his fuckhole, edging a finger in, feeling the silky feeling of fresh spunk. He raised the finger to his lips and savoured the smell and the taste of the man.
That first load proved to be an 'advert' for others to take their turn and Andy took two others in quick succession.
His legs need a rest and he staggered back to bar, towel now draped over the stool – just in case he leaked. He could feel the spunk almost washing around him. They had been three hefty loads.
The two guys sat next to him were babbling away in French, a language Andy slightly knew. They were obviously commenting on Andy. "Quelle salope ! Adorable!"one said."Parfait pour ce soir" "Oui, il a besoin d’une baguette française" the other laughed. Andy's brain did a slow translation: "What a slut, adorable, perfect for tonight", He needs a french baguette!" Andy could only giggle.
He turned and looked at the guys. Both, he guessed, in their mid 40's, l both hairy torsos, black stubble on their faces like a 5 o'clock shadow. Most impressive of all were their lush forest of pubes and the semi-hard cocks nestling there. Both looked girthy, heavy pieces of fuckmeat, slowly growing under Andy's lustful gaze. Their balls heavy and full. Andy's own dick started to grow and droplets of pre formed at his pee slit.
Without any warning, one of the guys reached over to Andy's cock and rubbed the head, smearing his finger with precum and then slowly sucking it clean. "Mmmm très bon !" The other followed suit. Andy was amazed at the openness of these guys. "Thank you" he blurted out. The guys immediately switched to English. "A pleasure young man! We like to savour a dish before the main course!"
The thought of being the meat on the kebab stick of these two french cocks stiffened Andy even further. His dick was now running with precum as the Frenchman slowly masturbated him at the bar. "Oh fuuuucccck" he groaned as the soft palm engulfed his dick. The need to be fucked was gaining ground rapidly, the urgency to be fucked growing rapidly.
The other guy had, somehow, slid between the towel and his arse. He was slowly rubbing Andy's cunt, getting it open and flushing out the retained cum. Andy slightly lifted himself from the stool allowing his french assailant to have freer access to his leaking hole. The guy took full advantage and slid a finger into him. Andy's cunt reacted in its usual way and jettisoned the loads all over the mans hands and the towel. The man grinned at him"You'll need a refill now..."
Andy shivered, the lust coursing through his body. "Fuck! I want it now!". He wanted both of them to fuck him breed him, reload him. He'd easily get a room - one of those reserved for the whores - but his new french friends had other ideas.
As Andy got off the stool he was manhandled by the two guys and forceably bent over it. No sooner was he in position he felt the stab of cock in cunt. The guy couldn't wait and fucked him in plain sight in the bar! As one cock disappeared up his arse the other was pushed into his mouth. Spit roasted in front of the bar! Something that never happened normally. Now Andy didn't give a thought to it.
He gagged on the hard facefucking he was getting as his cunt was plundered. His dick spewed out pre-cum as his prostate was hammered relentlessly. Others in the bar marvelled at the sight – a slutty whore fucked in the open. It seemed too much for some of the others and they eagerly started their own 'sex shows'. One young lad was being jackhammered in the corner by a prodigious older cock - thick an veiny. Another was held down and fucked hard, his cries echoing around the room.
A group of guys jerked off around the threesome group until splash after splash of boiling hot cum spattered Andy's back. The place went crazy. The sauna bar became the setting for an orgy.
The french guy didn't even cum in him. He pulled his dick out of Andy and said "Later my boy!" Andy had no fear about being left empty as the dick was replaced by another immediately. Andy felt the thick and veiny cock of the older guy mining his cunt. There was a guttural grunt as the dick slammed into him and he felt it throb and unload. The dick, pulled out of his cunt, was then forced into his throat to clean it off. Meanwhile another had slid into his creamed arsehole.
Their were cries of delight echoing around the room as bottoms were bred, whoops of joy as tops spunked. The place now stank of sweat and sex and cum.
Andy felt a slender, shorter cock disappearing up him. He looked round and saw he was being fucked by one of the lads there, who must have been over 18 or 19. The lad grabbed Andy's hips and began fucking him fast and deep. "Oh fuck!" the lad shouted out as he pounded Andy "Fuuucccckk". The lad flooded him. As the lad pulled out he continued spurting and a mouth was soon on the pulsating cock, drinking the rest of the white gold.
Andy caught sight of a lad, tossed over a chair and gang fucked by a group of daddies, silver foxes. Silver foxes that were hung. Their grey bushes contrasting with the smooth, olive skinned, hairless body being used. "Lucky Lad!" went through Andy's mind.
For some reason there was a lull in the activities and Andy and the silver fox lad found themselves sat next to one another when one of the french guys came over. "You lads ready to leave?" he grinned "Hotel's not far!" He obviously thought Andy and the lad were a pair. Andy looked at the lad questioningly. There was a grin in reply. "Yeah, we are ready, are you?" Andy said.
Andy and the lad, who was Jon, decided a quick shower was in order before leaving the sauna – both were spattered with spent spunk, hair matted with the stuff! As they showered Andy learnt Jon was a total bottom and 'up for anything'. He loved cock with as much of a passion as Andy. They agreed that tonight they had been in their element. "And more to come!" Andy said gleefully.
The hotel was indeed close, 5 minutes walk away, one of anonymous places again – no concierge.
There was no need for pretence as to what they were there for as they entered the room. Andy and Jon stripped off immediately and started making out on the bed as the guys took brief showers. The lads did wonder why they hadn't done it in the sauna but it gave them time to arouse each other - not that they needed much!
As the guys exited the bathroom Andy and Jon quickly laid on their backs and raised and held their legs wide, showing the men what was on offer. Their offers were quickly taken up and both of them were being fucked fast and deep.
It was now 3 a.m. and the men dozed, Andy and Jon sandwiched between them. "Fuck, these guys are bloody fuck machines" Jon said. "Non stop!" "Fucking nice though isn't it" Andy laughed as he tenderly massaged his swollen cunt lips. "God yes!" was Jon's heartfelt response.
The guys had obviously taken some 'enhancements - their dicks still hard even as they dozed, flat on their backs. Andy smirked at Jon "Shall we?" "Can't wait" Jon replied as he eased himself over the prone guy, straddled him and lowered his sloppy, wet cunt over the dick. Andy was already following his example. He had impaled himself.
There followed another 3 hours of intense fucking. It was then Andy and Jon's turn to doze, exhausted, even the guys seemed to flag a bit.
In fact the lads slept till 10 a.m. and when they woke up they were alone. They were both a bit surprised – almost expecting to carry on. Andy noticed the envelope propped up against the mirror.
It was the usual note "Thanks for a great night" and was accompanied by 10 crisp 50's, straight out of a cash machine. Jon's eyes were wide as Andy showed him. "Andy, does that mean they thought we were rent-boys?". Andy was almost amazed at the question, not realising that Jon was no rent boy and did it purely for the thrill of the sex.
"Well, they were sort of half right..." he stuttered. "You mean you're on the game?" Jon looked incredulously at Andy. A hesitant "Yes". "Oh fuck..."
They both showered, divided the money, dressed and left the hotel just as anonymously as they had arrived, exchanging numbers and contact details.
Andy remembered he had his 'date' with Ben that evening and hurried home to both sleep and prepare.
