Hi, I'm Paul, 5'11", blond, with blue eyes and dimples. At school I had no problems getting girls, though I knew I liked boys as well, and I was the envy of the boys in the changing room, as my penis hung down over 6" flaccid. I had my first sex at high school, with a girl in my tutor group, but I had never had gay sex, nor did I particularly want it. With my outgoing, gregarious nature, I had always wanted to work in hospitality. My first job was in a pub, both waiting and serving behind the bar. It was shit money, but the landlord, Tom, made up for it by giving me free drinks after hours. Tom was 31, married with two children, and straight as a die as far as I was aware. They lived in the apartment upstairs. We were there at 1am after a heavy shift, and on our second pint, when Tom stroked my thigh. I didn't resist, so he chanced his arm, and kissed me, mouths opened and tongues met. I felt a familiar stirring in my jeans. He put his hand behind my head and drew me closer. His hand went under my T shirt and toyed with my nipples, my cock was now rock hard, I had to adjust myself. Sliding off the bar stool, Tom unzipped me. I should have stopped him there, but I was horny and helpless. He pulled my dick out, which had grown to over 8". "Wow!, you're a big boy", he complimented and proceeded to give me a blow job. I had to admit it was better than any girl had done, (and I'd had quite a few). "Bloody hell, Paul, I've never had one that size, I'm not sure I can take it." It suddenly occurred to me that he wanted me to fuck him. By now I was too horny to care. He led me to the pool table, where he dropped his jeans and Calvin Klein boxers. I still had my dick poking out of my flies. "Get out of your jeans", so I did, and stood there naked from the waist down. "Okay, now I'm gonna bend over the pool table, and I want you to lick my hole." "That's disgusting, I'm not doing it." "Please, it's the only way your fat cock will go in." Rather than do that, I dribbled down his crack, and poked my finger inside him. He groaned, so I finger fucked him. "Now use your cock, I need you inside me." I still found it slightly abhorrent, but did as I was told. Fucking hell, it was tight, not like a fanny, but I pushed on until it was completely embedded. I knew what to do, it's all the same, and I began to bang him, slowly at first, I was beginning to enjoy it, especially the power I had over my boss. He got a hand on himself and wanked. I fucked him harder, now using the whole of my considerable length. He moaned and groaned, spouting expletives. He shot cum down the side of the pool table. I fucked him harder, deeper, and faster. I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life. We tidied ourselves up, "This is our little secret, not a word to anyone, or you'll lose your job, but I'll pay you more if you shag me regularly." Seemed like a deal. I wasn't ready to tell anyone I was having gay sex anyway. I got to fuck him several times a week, while his family slept upstairs.
Even with the raise, the money was still crap, and it was still a pub. I wanted something more upmarket. By chance, I saw an advert for a receptionist at a four star hotel in town, and applied. The interview duly came along, and I went to buy a new suit from an expensive gents outfitters, early in the morning when the shops are quiet. The shop assistant who served me couldn't have been more camp, and insisted on helping me in the changing room. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans. By now I had taken to going commando, and his eyes popped out of his head when he saw my penis. "Fuck me, you lucky bastard", he said, his eyes never leaving my dick. My cock has a mind of it's own, and with someone staring at it, it always responds. The assistant knelt, and swallowed what he could, wanking the base. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked, knowing what the response would be. He went and put a closed sign on the door, and led me into a store room. He took his trousers and Y fronts off and bent over a table, "Okay, fuck me." I was now used to using saliva and fingers, and with him begging me, I penetrated him. "We don't have much time, fuck me hard", so I did. He jerked himself as my ass twerked as fast as it could. He shot his load before I bred him. We had just tidied up and opened the door when his boss arrived. I got a really expensive suit for £50, well worth the shag. As I was leaving the shop, he slipped a business card into my hand. I now knew where to get my clothes from. Later, I sent him a text, thanking him for his 'services'.
The interview, with Mr. Chamberlain, went like a dream, and I knew I had the job before I left the hotel. It was a live in appointment, my own room, in the attic. Tom was upset to see me go, but couldn't match the salary or the position. I promised him I would pop in from time to time for a shag. That seemed to appease him.
I wasn't sorry to be leaving home, it was time to fly the nest. Living with parents is cheap, but intrusive. I took what was necessary, saying I'd be back on my days off, I was lying.
There were three receptionists, a woman, Joan, who had been there for decades, and another lad, Harrison, Harry for short, he was about my age, who had been there a year. He also lived in the attic. I knew from the start that we would have sex.
The job was a doddle, handling the telephone, taking booking and making up accounts. Many of the clients worked for companies who paid their bills. We worked as a team, Sometimes I was with Harry, sometimes with Joan. I preferred Harry as I could flirt with him.
