Stay Over

Nathan, the main character of this story, is based on a real guy who I met several months ago and told me his story. He’d experienced all the events as described but names have been changed to hide identities. Enjoy!

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1.

I’m Nathan, I’m gay and my parents are devout Catholics. I knew I was gay from the age of thirteen. Looking back, I’d shown signs of being gay much earlier than this, but my father wanted a son who’d go to football matches with him and grow up to be like him; one hundred percent heterosexual.

Very quickly however he realised I’d never fulfil the standard he desired. From thereon, life for me became difficult. As an only child, I had nobody to turn to. My mother was weak and never argued with him. Whatever he told her to do, she did.

Being a devout Catholic, my father insisted that I go to church every Sunday and attend various religious classes during the week. I attended simply because it wasn’t worth arguing. He also had a temper, so frequently beat me when I was younger, or he’d lock me in the cupboard under the stairs and leave me there for hours. As I got older, I fought back.

What he didn’t know was that his precious Catholic Church was my first introduction to gay sex. The deacon, who ran the bible reading class, was secretly gay, although as far as I knew, only me and another boy were aware of this fact.

It came to light after a bible reading class when we were both fifteen. The deacon who was leading the class asked me to stay behind when the session ended. I tried to think what I had done wrong or whether my father had said something to deserve punishment.

“Let’s go to my study. It’s cosier in there” he smiled after the other boys had left. He put an arm around my waist and led me to a room hidden away at the back of the church. He opened the door and invited me to enter. His hand now on my buttocks. He closed the door, and I heard him lock it, which I found odd.

“I’ll be back in a moment but make yourself comfortable. Remove your blazer” he said before disappearing into a small anti-room. I slipped off my blazer as he’d said and stood waiting, deciding I shouldn’t sit until he returned. He was absent for no longer than a minute or two and he returned wearing just his grey cassock. The other regalia having been removed.

He stood in front of me and smiled. “Let’s remove this, shall we.” He removed my tie and unfastened the top two buttons of my white shirt. “Sit” he smiled and pulled up another chair directly in front of me. His open legs now wrapped around mine.

“I believe you’re now fifteen.”

I nodded.

“You’ve no doubt noticed that your body has been changing and you’re getting feelings that are pleasurable down here.” His hand held my crotch, which caused a reaction.

“My father has told me that I should not allow myself such pleasures until I’m married” I responded.

He smiled. “That’s some people’s view, but it’s not mine. I should add that anything we discuss or do in here is strictly between us. It’s like confession. It goes no further than you and me. Do you accept that?”

I nodded, slowly realising what was happening. I could have stopped there and left, but I didn’t. I liked him and trusted him, far more than others in the church including my father. He opened his legs wider, and I involuntarily did the same until our legs touched. I felt a stirring in my crotch. He noticed it and pressed his hand against the bulge.

“I can see you’re feeling sexual excitement. It’s nothing to be ashamed of” he smiled. “Let’s remove your shirt.”

I watched him unbutton it and slip it off my shoulders. “You have a beautiful body.” He gently rubbed his hand up and down my naked chest, finally resting it on my swollen cock. “Do you feel at ease?”

I nodded because I did and wanted to see where this was leading.

“Shall we remove these?” he smiled, now unfastening my trousers. “Is that okay?”

I nodded, wanting him to continue. He removed my shoes and told me to stand up. He unzipped my fly and gently slipped off my trousers. My stiff cock was now bulging inside my boxer-shorts. He felt it through the thin material. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the good feeling it gave me.

“Do you masturbate?”

I nodded.

“No shame in that. It’s a natural form of self-gratification, although not everyone agrees, but that’s our secret, isn’t it.” I just nodded. “Shall we go further?” he continued.

I nodded and watched him remove my boxer-shorts and my socks. I was now stark naked.

“How does that feel?”

“Good” I replied.

“You’re relaxed about showing off your naked body to another?”

“Yes, I am.”

He pulled me close to him between his wide-open legs. His hands explored my naked buttocks and between my legs, before grasping my stiff naked cock. “Nice cock” he smiled. He then took my hand and placed it in his crotch. I gasped. “Do you like what you feel?”

I nodded enthusiastically. His cock was rock hard. “Would you like to see it?”

I nodded. He stood up and removed his cassock. He had nothing on underneath so was now naked like me. His hard cock stood out in front of him, begging for action. I took hold of it without him asking. I knew then we had gone beyond the point of no return and there was no going back, but I was happy and didn’t regret letting him lead me on.

“Why don’t you kneel in front of me and suck it.”

I did and took the stiff cock into my mouth. It felt good. After a few minutes, he stopped me and told me to stand. He sat down and took my stiff cock into his mouth. I gasped. The feel of his hot lips around my sensitive organ felt so good. He stopped before I’d ejaculated. He stood up and took me into his arms. He pressed our cocks together, which also felt good. He gently kissed me on the lips. I then felt his finger stroking my hole which sent waves of excitement shoot through my body.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, looking into my eyes. I was tall for my age, so we were much the same height.

“Yes. Thank you, Father.”

“Would you like to do this again?”

“Yes please, Father.”

“Excellent. And what’s the golden rule?”

“Not to say a word to anyone” I grinned.

“Perfect. Now get dressed. I did so as he put on his cassock. “Let’s meet after next week’s bible class.” I nodded. “I believe you’re friendly with Shaun. Would you like him to join us?”

The thought of seeing Shaun naked sent my mind into a spin. “Yes please.”

He unlocked the door and I left to go home.

“You’re late” my father grumbled as I entered. He worked as a builder so left early morning and was home late afternoon.

“Father Benjamin asked me to help him clear up after the bible class” I lied, and he seemed to accept it.

The next day at school, Shaun came running up to me. “Did Father Benjamin take you to his study?” he grinned.

“Yeah” I replied casually.

“And lock the door?”

I looked at him but didn’t answer.

“It’s okay, he did the same to me. I had to swear I’d not tell anyone.”

We then compared notes and he’d also been stripped naked.

“Did he strip off and show you, his cock?”

“Yeah”

“And did you suck it?”

“Yeah”

Shaun laughed. “The guy’s gay and likes teenagers. Does it bother you?”

“No. You?”

“Fuck, no. I know I’m gay. But keep it to yourself. Don’t want the homophobic bullies roughing us up.”

We made a pact not to tell anyone about each other’s sexuality. For the first time in my life I had someone like me to confide in.

“He’s going to ask both of us to stay behind after bible class next week” I added.

“Wow, that’ll be fun. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course,” I grinned.

“Want to come round my house sometime. I’ve got a laptop now, so can look at gay porn on the internet. It’s great. I wank myself off whist watching guys fucking.”

I said I’d love to but would have to get my father’s agreement first.

***

“What for?” my father asked when I said that Shaun had invited me to go to his house after school.

“We’re working on a project together and he’s got a laptop so we can research the topic. If I had one, I’d be able to do my own research” I added. I’d asked to have one several times before but without luck. He was totally ignorant about computers and the internet.

“Okay, you can go” he reluctantly agreed. “The laptop would have to be a secondhand one. Can’t afford a new one.”

I said I’d visit a local shop that sold used laptops and find out the price.

The next day Shaun and I agreed I’d go to his house after school the day after next. I told him about the laptop, and he said he’d come with me to advise which was best. After school that day we made our way to the shop and selected one. I told the guy I’d be back to buy it since I didn’t have the money with me. He agreed to hold it for 24 hours.

I ran home to tell my father the price. Shaun accompanied me.

“Who the fuck are you?” my father gruffly asked.

“I’m Shaun, a schoolfriend of Nathan.”

“Ah” my father muttered.

I told him the price of the used laptop and Shaun added that it was good value. He muttered to himself saying he wasn’t made of money but took a wad of notes from his pocket and peeled off the required amount. He didn’t believe in banks and paid everything in cash.

“No more. Understood?”

I nodded and took the money before he changed his mind.

“I’ll help him set it up at my house” Shaun told my father. “We’ll then be ready to do the research we need to do for our project.”

“Okay. Fuck off. But be back in time for the evening meal. If you’re late, you’ll go to bed without anything.”

Shaun and I made a hasty retreat. “Is he always like that?” he asked.

“Yep. He’s normally far worse. All he does is go to work, come home, and watch telly and after the meal, he fucks off to the pub. Then he says he doesn’t have any money. He spends it all on booze.”

“I’m so sorry.”

The guy at the computer shop was surprised to see me back so soon. I purchased the laptop, and we made our way to Shaun’s house.

“Mum and dad won’t be home for two hours, so we’re on our own” he commented as we went up to his bedroom.

My laptop was soon setup ready to use and Shaun downloaded a free VPN program having explained what it was and why to use it. He then showed me how to use the incognito page of the web browser to hide the porn sites he searched for. When I saw the variety of sites and what they offered, I was gobsmacked. I then realised how much my father was restricting me from being a normal teenager.

He selected one of his favourites and we settled back on the bed and watched porn, having first stripped down to our boxer shorts.

Before long, we both had a hard-on, and the shorts were removed. We held and sucked each other’s cock until we’d both cum. When we’d cleaned ourselves up, I kissed him. From thereon we were boyfriends.

The bible class was boring as usual. Neither Shaun nor I believed in God or the scriptures which we believed had been written by a dictator in years gone by in order to control his people and somehow the beliefs had been carried forward to the modern day. But, like me, Shaun’s parents were devout Catholics, so insisted on their son attending church and these classes, not having a clue that the Deacon leading them was using their son to satisfy his sexual needs.

Father Benjamin had indicated to us before the class started to meet him outside his study after the other boys had left but to make sure nobody saw us. So, when the time came, we pretended to leave but doubled back inside when nobody was looking. The sub-diffuse enhanced the excitement we both felt. Reaching the door, we knocked, and the Deacon opened it to invite us inside.

“To remind you, what is said or done between us, remains between us. Understood?”

“Yes, Father” we replied.

“Come closer. You’re fine specimens. God has endowed you with beautiful bodies, so never feel ashamed.”

“But the church says homosexuality is a sin” Joshua replied, just to see how the Father would answer.

“Maybe, but God made us the way we are, not us.”

We were now standing right in front of him, and he placed a hand on our crotch to feel the goods inside. He smiled. “You’re both excited. That’s good. Undress each other.”

Neither of us had expected that but we unbuttoned one another’s shirt and removed it.

“Feel each other’s naked chest and finger the nipples.” We did and I found having my nipples played with by another guy turned me on. Having kicked off our shoes, we unfastened each other’s trousers, removed them, and felt each other’s erection through the thin material of our boxer shorts.

Finally, we removed each other’s boxer shorts and stood stark naked in front of Father Benjamin for his gratification.

“Nathan, suck Shaun’s cock.”

I did and took most of his erect length into my mouth. As I bent over to do so, I felt a finger rubbing against my puckered hole. It then slipped inside, and I gasped with cock in my mouth. After a few minutes, I was stopped, and Shaun had to suck my dick for a few minutes.

“Have either of you been penetrated?”

“No, Father” we replied as he removed his cassock to reveal his naked body.

“It’s time you were” he smiled and told me to lubricate my erection with lube and penetrate Shaun’s arse. He was now bending over with his face buried in the Father’s crotch sucking his stiff cock. I gently pressed against his entrance and felt the swollen head breach his arse. He uttered a low groan.

“Just relax and let him in.”

I watched my cock slide right in and it produced the most amazing feeling I’d ever experienced. Having watched porn with Shaun, and at home in my own using my newly acquired laptop, I had a good idea how to proceed. I pumped back and forth until I felt my climax rising.

“Cum over his hole and the plunge back in” I was told, so I did. The only negative was the sudden come down after I’d ejaculated, but that didn’t last long. Shaun was told to fuck me, so we changed places.

With my face now buried in pubic hair and a stiff cock in my mouth, I felt Shaun’s cock enter me and fuck. Once inside, I enjoyed having my arse fucked. Before he’d shot his load over my arse, I was blessed with the Father Benjamin’s load of cum.

These sessions continued every week for the next year. When we reached age sixteen, Shaun and I stopped going to church and attending bible sessions. Father Benjamin moved on, no doubt to find more willing fifteen-year-olds to ‘educate’. He fucked each of us several times during that year and we both agreed it was good.

By this time, Shaun and I had become close and shared our personal secrets and worries with each other. We also had regular sex with one another whenever we could.

On finishing school at age seventeen, our lives went in different directions. He went to university to study economics, and I attended college to study art, much to my father’s disapproval.

“Nancy boys study art” he commented, but I ignored him.

2.

My life totally changed two days after my eighteenth birthday. As usual there was no celebration despite it being my coming of age. My father didn’t approve of spending money on birthday presents or parties. “Waste of money which I can’t afford” was his general comment. “But he can afford wasting it on drink” I’d tell my mother, who just shrugged her shoulders.

I was stark naked on my bed watching gay porn on my laptop when my father burst in without knocking. My bedroom had an unfortunate layout in that the door was beside the head of the bed, so as you walked in you got a great view of me and my laptop.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he shouted and grabbed the laptop. “What’s this filth” he shouted, on seeing a black guy fucking a white guy’s arse. “You’re filthy scum. Are you one of those?” he shouted.

I was now standing beside the bed. My erection having rapidly deserted me.

“If you mean, am I gay. Yes, I am. Have known for years.”

“You’re a disgrace” he shouted and threw the laptop against the wall with it still open. The screen smashed and the casing opened to expose its inside. I knew immediately that it was the end of that.

“You bastard” I shouted. He swung at me, but I ducked so he missed. He grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me out of the room. I managed to grab my shorts on the way out and he stormed downstairs, dragging me behind him. He had a strong grip so I couldn’t release myself.

“Our son is a fucking poof” he shouted to my mother, who looked aghast at seeing me stark naked.

“He burst into my room without knocking. I’m eighteen and should have privacy” I retorted.

“This is my house and I do what I like” he shouted.

“Yeah, so I’ve noticed. You’re a bastard, always have been” I shouted, expecting him to take another swing at me.

“I’m not having a poof live in my house, so you’re leaving, right now. He grabbed my wrist, and I punched him causing him to let go of me, but he quickly recovered and grabbed my wrist again. He dragged me to the front door, opened it and threw me outside before shutting it. I hastily put on my shorts to hide my nakedness and suddenly the door opened, and he threw my trainers at me.

“I never want to see you again” he shouted, loud enough for neighbours to hear.

“And I never want to see you again. You’re an ignorant homophobic bastard” I shouted in return. My heart was thumping with anger. The door closed and I stood there for a moment deciding what to do. I picked up a rock from the front garden and threw it with all my might at the front window. It smashed and I made a hasty retreat, running down the road half naked. Fortunately, it was summer, and the temperature was high, so it wasn’t unusual for young guys to walk around topless.

I checked my pockets of my shorts and was relieved to find I had my mobile phone, ID pass, and my wallet. The total amount of money I had was £20.

I made my way to the street market that I knew operated on Sundays. It was packed with bargain hunters, so I mingled with them. I saw a stall selling T-shirts so casually walked up to it and saw what I wanted. When the guy running the stall was distracted by another customer, I grabbed it and hastily walked on. I hated stealing from the guy, but my father had given me no choice.

Further on, I saw a stall selling cheap casual jackets. Seconds later, I was walking away with one under my arm. Once I’d left the market, I slipped on the T-shirt and jacket, now on my way to the station. I knew I had to get far away from Wandsworth where I’d been born and raised, so using my limited resources, I purchased a train ticket to take me to Soho.

Once on the train, I thought about my options. I had no friends I could call upon or relations. My father’s relations wanted nothing to do with him and my mother’s kept away from her because of her abusive husband.

I’d read about gay life in Soho on the internet and its gay bars and clubs, so once I’d arrived, forty-minutes later, I made my way to Old Compton Street. Having assessed several bars, I chose Rupert Street Bar. I walked in trying to look confident. Several guys looked at me and I smiled. I ordered a beer from the bar and took it to an area where several guys were standing just looking.

“Hi” a guy nearby said having moved beside me. “Not seen you here before.”

“First time. Got thrown out of the house by my father this morning.”

“Found out you were gay, did he” he laughed. “Been there, done that. It was the best thing to happen to me. How old are you?”

“Eighteen. I’m Nathan.”

“Oliver. Good to meet you. You’ll get over it. You’re better off living your own life.”

“Maybe, but I’ve first got to find somewhere to sleep tonight and get some money, somehow” I replied.

“Have you eaten?”

“No”

“Fancy getting a takeaway and going back to my place?”

“Yeah, great” I replied, guessing his motive. I asked his age, and he said twenty-two.

He lived in a studio apartment in Tottenham Court Road, which took fifteen-minutes to walk. On the way he purchased a Chinese takeaway.

“Shoes off, please” he instructed, removing his own and kicking them to one side. “Hang your jacket on the hook” he added.

Apart from the bathroom, everything was in one space. Bed at one end and living area at the other with a small unit that acted as the kitchen. He then removed his shirt to expose a very fit body.

“Feel free to do the same if you want” he said, now getting plates to put the takeaway on. I removed my T-shirt and sat down on the sofa beside him. “White wine, okay?”

“Yeah, fine” I replied as I opened each food container. As we ate, he asked me about my home life and what led to my expulsion from home.

“He sounds a nasty bit of work. You’re better off without him.”

I agreed, continuing eating.

“You’re a nice guy, and you’ve got a sexy body. Guys are gonna be fighting over you” he grinned. I hadn’t considered myself in that league. He turned towards me and my lips, placing a hand on my bare thigh and slipping it up a leg of my shorts. Having no underwear, gave him easy access to my cock which was rapidly swelling.

“Mm. Nice” he grunted as we continued the kiss, which was now passionate with tongues probing one another. “Let’s have these off” he grinned and proceeded to remove my shorts. Mm, commando. I like that.”

“Had no option. He threw me out of the house naked. Fortunately, I’d grabbed my shorts.”

“Wow, I’d have loved to have seen that. Bet the neighbours liked watching the drama.”

I laughed. Thinking back now, it was an amusing drama and I doubt it did my father’s reputation any good. Oliver had now removed his trousers and briefs, so like me was naked. We kissed and felt each other’s cock for a few minutes before he suggested we move to the bed. Once there we enjoyed exploring each other’s nakedness.

“I want to fuck you.”

I nodded my agreement and watched him lubricate his cock. With me on my back, he lifted my legs and plunged his stiff cock inside my arse.

“Ah, fuck. That feels good” I exclaimed.

“Sure does. You’ve got a gorgeous tight arse to fuck.”

He continued fucking until he’d shot his load over my stomach. I dipped my finger into the pool of cum and licked it.

“My friend would love fucking that arse” he commented as he wiped me with a tissue. He then looked at me for a moment. “Would you like to meet him?”

“Yeah” I replied, not sure how to answer.

He picked up his phone and called his friend.

“Hi, Emmett. I’ve got this gorgeous stark naked eighteen-year-old in bed with me and I’ve just fucked his cute tight arse. You interested? Okay, will be straight round.”

After finishing the call, he grinned. “He’d love to meet you and fuck your arse. He’s twenty-four and a black American. He’s also very rich. Came to this country with nothing and within two years has made a fortune in property management. You’ll love him, and you’ll love his big cock inside you.”

I quickly dressed and ate the remnants of the food we’d left whilst Oliver dressed. Emmett lived a ten-minute walk away. We entered a smart block of apartments and took the lift to the top floor where the penthouse was situated.

“Hi, come on in” Emmett grinned. He was stripped to the waist and wearing a pair of casual pull-on shorts. I couldn’t stop looking at his muscled black chest and the prominent nipples. Oliver and I removed our shoes, and Emmett put an arm around my waist and led me into the living room.

“Drink?”

“Yes, please” I replied, having no idea what he was offering, but it seemed rude to decline. I watched him pour three generous measures of what I guessed was an expensive Scotch and passed me one. I’d only once tasted Scotch and that was from a bottle my father was consuming. He was so drunk that he was totally unaware I’d taken a slurp from the bottle. I was fourteen at the time!

Emmett invited me to sit with him on a sofa, leaving Oliver to sit on one opposite.

“So, how did you guys meet?”

Oliver started to explain but Emmett stopped him. “I’d like this gorgeous young man tell me.”

He placed a hand on my thigh and as I spoke, moved it into my crotch. Oliver didn’t look very pleased.

I told him my story and how I’d met Oliver.

“Fuck. So, your father chucked you out the front door stark naked. Bet the neighbours loved that.”

I nodded, grinning.

“How did you feel?”

“Angry, at first, but then relieved that I was free of the bastard, despite only wearing a pair of shorts.”

“So, you’ve only got these shorts?”

“Yeah, plus this cheap T-shirt and jacket I picked up from the local market” I added, without stating I’d nicked them.

“You are amazing, apart from being fucking gorgeous.”

He then turned to Oliver and said, “Thanks for bringing this beauty round. I’ll be in touch” he smiled.

“Ah, oh” Oliver stammered, realising he was being dismissed which he was clearly not pleased about. He stood and said goodbye and I thanked him for the Chinese takeaway. “See you” he added and left.

On hearing the front door close, he turned to me.

“That’s better. Now we’re on our own we can enjoy getting to know one another.”

I smiled. I liked this guy.

“You will stay over, won’t you.”

I thanked him and was grateful to know I had a bed for the night. I didn’t fancy sleeping rough.

“Tomorrow, il take you shopping. You need more than these” he smiled as he felt my crotch again.

“Thanks, but I’ve no money yet.”

He kissed me. “I’ve got plenty, so no problem. Now, let’s have a good look at you.”

He slipped off my T-shirt and then my shorts to expose all.

“Yes, you really are truly beautiful.”

I’d never considered myself as beautiful. Having topped up my glass and his own, he took my hand and led me naked to the bedroom. This room also exuded money. He removed his shorts to expose a big thick cock. I licked my lips.

“You okay taking that?” he grinned.

“Yeah” I replied, not having any idea what it would feel like.

“Let’s smoke a joint first.”

He opened a tin of ready-rolled joints, and we each took one. As we smoked them, we fondled each other’s cock which were rock hard.

I was pushed back onto the bed, and he covered me with his naked body. We kissed as he rubbed his cock against mine before lifting my legs over his shoulders and he fucked me. The big cock filled my arse, and I loved it.

***

The following morning, he took me clothes shopping. I purchased, with his money, a pair of jeans and a shirt, plus some underwear, not boxers which my mother always bought me, but sexy briefs. I also purchased a zipped holdall to put everything in.

“Let’s go to Comptons for a drink” he said after finishing my shopping. He ordered drinks and we found two bar stools to sit on.

“Hi, Emmett” a guy smiled, walking up to us. “This is Nathan, I assume.”

“Yeah. Nathan, meet Ray. He’s a professional photographer and is interested in employing you as a subject.”

I looked at Ray and decided I liked him. He was good-looking.

“Would that mean I’d be paid?” I queried, now showing interest.

“If you’re prepared to do what I want and let it be published, then yes, good money” Ray grinned.

“And what do you want?” I asked, although I’d already guessed.

“For you to pose stark bollock naked, sometimes with other guys.”

“Fine. I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Told you. He’s perfect for what you need” Emmett responded to Ray.

After discussing the fee, it was agreed I’d accompany Ray back to his place in Clerkenwell where he had a studio. After Emmett had left us and said I could crash out at his place whenever I wanted, Ray suggested we leave. It took twenty-five minutes to get to where he lived, which was a converted warehouse. He’d purchased the property cheap and converted the ground floor into a studio for his photography and a flat above. I wondered if I’d be able to afford to buy such a place at his age, which was twenty-nine. I doubted it.

As soon as we were inside, he took me into his arms and kissed me. “You’re so gorgeous. I want to fuck you” he grinned. “You’ll stay over, won’t you” he added.

I immediately agreed. I had nowhere else to go, so why not. He returned to the kiss which became passionate, at least it was for him. I was only there for the money.

“Fuck. I’m so horny” he laughed after ending the kiss and feeling my hardening cock. “But first, you must model for me, so strip whilst I set up the camera and lighting.”

I removed my clothes and stood naked, my cock still hard, and watched him. With lighting units set up he told me where to stand and how to pose.

“Keep that cock hard. It’ll make the perfect picture. By the way, I will own all rights to the photos and can use them for whatever purpose I like. Understood? I’ll get you to sign a document to that effect later.”

“Yeah, I don’t care how they’re used provided I get paid for doing this.”

“You’ll be paid handsomely as agreed. Okay, let’s get going.”

For the next hour he took multiple shots of me in each pose. Some were standing, some lying down on a couch on my front to show off my arse and on my back to show off my cock which was still hard. I actually enjoyed it and found it exciting. Posing naked showing off everything, definitely turned me on.

“You’re a natural. You should take up modelling. I could introduce you to an agency if you’re interested.”

I said I was. I had no other skills to offer, so why not.

He took me upstairs to his flat which had been nicely done and kept the character of the original building. We went immediately to the bedroom where he proceeded to fuck me hard. His cock was average but pleasant enough. Having dumped his load inside me, he grinned.

“You’re fucking awesome. Guys would pay good money watching you being fucked. Would you be interested?”

He explained that in addition to his professional photography, he produced gay porn which he uploaded to various porn sites from which he received money. He therefore paid guys willing to be filmed having sex.

“Would you be interested? I know guys who’d be happy to fuck your arse whilst being filmed.”

“How much?” I asked. When he told me, I immediately signed up. He said he’d call a client of his and arrange for him to come over the next day. In the meantime, he fucked me several times before we went to bed.

***

Ibrahim was a nineteen-year-old Nigerian who’d suffered a difficult life since his parents had disowned him after finding out he was gay.

“How did they find out?”

“Snooped around my bedroom and my laptop. Told them if they hadn’t been so nosey, they’d never found out and things would have been okay. But it was what it was, so I told them go fuck yourselves”. Needless to say, they didn’t accept that, so I was out in the street.”

I expressed my sorrow, but he told me not to worry. “I’m better off now. I have money and live a great life. So, fuck them” he grinned.

We then performed for the camera, and he fucked me with his big black cock, which was huge, but I took it without any problem. Ray was delighted, and so were we when we had hard cash in our pocket.

“Fancy clubbing tonight?” Ibrahim asked.

“Provided I can stay over” I grinned.

“Done” he laughed, so we had the time of our lives. He took me to a private club where he was given free entry for providing the entertainment, with my help.

“Just do as I say and let it happen, man” he grinned. Already high on drugs from an earlier session at his bedsit in Soho, I was up for anything. He’d dressed me in clothes that I never saw again and once inside the club full of randy guys, I was stripped naked and led around the floor sucking cock, being fucked, and pissed on. On several occasions I was told to lick the piss up off the floor, but I didn’t care because I was being paid handsomely.

“You were fucking brilliant” he grinned afterwards.

3.

One of the guys who’d fucked me senseless at the club, was Liam, a nineteen-year-old guy who lived in Hampstead. He was mega rich having inherited from his father who’d died from an overdose of illegal drugs, but that didn’t stop Liam who enjoyed living the high life. His mother did the same and had no problem with her gay son who still lived in the family home, although she’d now moved in with her lover.

“Snort some of this” he grinned. “It’s good stuff.”

I did although I kept it to a minimum. I didn’t fancy dying from an overdose. We had rampant sex, and my arse was given a good stuffing by Ibrahim and several other guys.

“Let’s go online” Liam suggested, so cameras were set up to show the world me being fucked by several black guys. I loved it, especially because I was being paid good money for doing so.

“Let’s produce videos of this guy’s arse being fucked” one of the guys suggested. The others agreed.

“How much do I get paid?” I asked.

“Lots” one of them grinned. And I did, so was happy to be fucked by several guys. The resulting video is still available to watch online!

I spent two nights with Liam. He was a lovely generous guy and we got on well, but I knew continuing to live with him would lead me down paths I didn’t want to go. I therefore left him with an open invitation to return whenever I liked.

I made my way back to Soho to see who else I could meet. I now had serious money in my pocket so could keep myself fed and watered. After sitting at the bar for a while, supping my drink, two gorgeous looking guys walked in and came up to me.

“Hi, how are you doing, bruv?” one of them asked. I said I was doing okay and gave my name.

“I’m Calvin and this is Clayton, my twin brother.”

I shook their hands and offered to buy them drinks. I could see they were brothers but not identical, which made it easier to identify which was which. I also ascertained they were nineteen years old and lived in Camden.

“We both work for a gay porn site” Calvin grinned.

“It’s fucking brilliant. We spend our time filming guys fucking one another” Clayton added. “You’d make a fortune if you joined us.”

I smiled and told them I’d already done similar work.

“Brilliant. Come and join us. It’s great fun and you meet all kinds of sexy guys” Clayton urged me.

I found their enthusiasm infectious, so agreed. They said I could walk away at any time.

“I have nowhere to stay. I’m homeless” I explained. “Can I stay over with you guys?”

“Of course. We’ve got spare rooms” Clayton replied.

So, after we’d finished our drinks, I accompanied them to their rented house in Camden. It was Victorian with a basement, which they used as a film studio, plus two upper floors that each contained two medium sized bedrooms and a bathroom.

Having dumped my stuff in one of the bedrooms on the top floor, I joined them in the kitchen where Clayton was preparing a meal. Smelling the delicious food, made me realise I was hungry.

After the meal, I was taken down to the basement. It was very impressive with lighting units, cameras, and a range of sex equipment such as fuck benches, racks to tie naked guys on whilst bring whipped and fucked.

“Wow” was all I could say.

“Ready for action?” Clayton grinned. He was the cameraman and Calvin directed the action.

“Yeah, why not” I grinned, now feeling horny.

“Excellent because we’re expecting a guy to join us who will fuck your cute arse” Calvin grinned. Just then, the door intercom buzzed, and a guy was given access to the outer lobby. Clayton ran upstairs to let him in.

“Meet Kojo” Clayton grinned. “This is Nathan, whose arse you’re gonna fuck” he told Kojo.

“Good to meet you, man” he responded, looking me up and down. I looked at the large bulge inside his pants and knew he was big.

It didn’t take long for me and Kojo to strip naked. He wasn’t the kind if guy to spend time making love. He was straight in, and I was bent over a fuck bench. I felt his big naked cock enter me and begin to fuck. He was also a man of few words, but he did comment that I had a nice tight arse to fuck. As instructed, he shot his load over my arse before plunging back in for more fucking. This continued for about fifteen minutes before I felt him climax inside me and dump another load of his sweet juice.

After a short break for a drink, I was lifted into the sex swing for another fuck by Kojo. With my legs strapped wide open above my chest leaving my gaping hole for Kojo’s big cock, I was fucked and fucked with small breaks in between whilst he consumed drugs. His capacity to fuck and dump loads of cum was not affected one bit.

Finally, the filming session ended and Kojo left.

“You were brilliant” Clayton smiled. Few guys can take his big cock for that long. He’s very popular on our channel, so gets lots of hits, which means you will too. And hits mean cash for both of you” he grinned.

I stayed with the twins for several days during which I was filmed being fucked by numerous guys or pissed on during one of their piss films. Each night I slept with Clayton, and he fucked me. I liked him and we got on well.

My stay with the twins ended when Liam invited me to stay with him for a week of making more sex films at his house in Hampstead. He again invited me to make it my home, but I politely declined. However, I enjoyed having sex with a range of guys and visiting gay clubs at night.

It was during one of these visits that I met a guy who changed my life. He introduced me to a modelling agency. Within weeks I was being hired for fashion shoots and making good money.

I’d just finished modelling a range of sexy underwear for one of the top fashion houses when I received a call from my mother. I’d kept in contact with her provided she didn’t tell my father. I didn’t want him causing me problems.

“Your father’s been killed in a pub brawl. As usual he was drunk. He died on the way to the hospital.”

“I’m sorry” I automatically responded.

“Don’t be. We both know we’re better off without him. I’ve refused to go to the funeral. I assume you won’t go.”

“No” I replied. “What will you do. I assume you’ll have to give up the house.”

“I’m moving in with my sister in Kent. She’s been telling me for ages to leave the bastard and move in with her.”

I’d met Aunt Mary on a few occasions and was certain she was a lesbian.

“Good” I replied before telling her I was now established as a fashion model.

“I’m so happy for you” she replied, adding that she’d stay in touch.

As I made my way home to yet another guy I’d hooked up with, I thought about my father. My heart was empty regarding him. The fact that he was now dead, didn’t bother me. If anything, I felt relief.

I was doing less porn work now I had a proper job, but Clayton called me to ask if I’d do another.

“This time you’ll be doing the fucking” he laughed. “We’ve found a cute lad who loves being fucked. His birth certificate shows he’s eighteen, but he looks nearer sixteen. You’ll love fucking his cute white arse.”

Since I was on borrowed time with the current guy who’d offered me a stay over for two nights, I accepted Clayton’s offer. So, the following day I returned to the twins’ house in Camden. Clayton welcomed me with open arms and a big wet kiss. My cock was already hardening, and so was his. I then noticed the packing cases.

“What’s this?”

“Calvin has moved in with his boyfriend. I can’t afford to rent this place on my own, so I’ve rented a flat nearby.”

“What about the studio downstairs?”

“The shoot you’ll be doing is the last. We’re giving up making porn. I’ve got a permanent job as a photographer and Calvin is joining a local theatre as their director.”

“Wow”

He looked at me and kissed me again. “I love you, Nathan.”

My heart fluttered. “I love you. Have done since we first met” I replied, before giving him a hard kiss on his lips. This became passionate and clothes were soon removed. Once naked, we ran upstairs and collapsed on his bed where we made passionate love and had wonderful sex.

After we’d finished, we collapsed back onto the bed.

“That was awesome” he smiled. I had to agree. “How’s your modelling work going? Busy?”

“Yeah. I’m fully booked. One fashion house wants to use me for their winter and summer collection.”

“Well done. You deserve it” he replied, staring into my eyes. I sensed he wanted to say something but was hesitant. “Would you move in with me permanently? I love you so much.”

For a moment I was shocked. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

He threw his arms around me and gave me another passionate kiss.

“Thank you. You’ve made me so happy” he smiled.

***

The cute lad arrived early the following morning and I spent the day fucking him whilst Clayton filmed. Apart from short breaks, we filmed constantly as I fucked his cute arse in every position imaginable. He loved it, and so did I.

After he’d left that evening, we watched the footage, deciding which bits to cut. I loved watching myself fucking the lad’s arse.

Over the next few days, we packed everything with Calvin’s help. On moving day, one van took his items, and another took Clayton’s to our new home together just ten minutes away.

Life together was perfect. At last, I had my permanent stay over!

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