How Much?

1.

I was a disruptive boy at school and at home. My parents lost hope and gave up trying to control me. I loved testing everyone to the limit. As a young child I pranced around the house naked just for the fun of it and to piss off my parents. I later realised that I loved showing off my body, despite my dad constantly telling me to get dressed. I also knew I was gay from an early age and spent most of my spare time watching gay porn on the laptop I’d pestered my father to buy for me.

My parents were Nigerian having emigrated to the UK when they were young. My mother now suffered from depression and turned to alcohol to alleviate it, so eventually became an alcoholic. As a result, she did nothing around the house, so it became a tip. Dad found life difficult so also turned to alcohol.

When I was fifteen, Dad announced that I was going to live with Uncle Bob, from now on. Dad didn’t know that his brother was gay, but I did. I could have caused a ruckus since I’d not been involved in the decision, but I accepted the instruction without comment, which surprised my father, because I looked forward to living with gay Bob, although he didn’t know I was gay!

Having packed the few items that I owned, into a small holdall, I set off with Bob to another area of east London, far away from my parents’ house.

“I’m not calling you Uncle” I said as we made our way to the station.

“Bob will do” he replied. I felt elated. The first challenge won!

After we’d walked into his flat and I’d dumped my holdall on the floor, I asked “Where am I sleeping?”

He looked at me and replied, “It’s a one-bedroom flat, so you either share a bed with me or sleep on the floor.”

“I thought Dad said you had a sofa-bed.”

“I lied” he grinned.

“I’m not going to sleep on the fucking floor, so I’ll be sharing your bed.”

“Fine by me” he grinned. I smiled to myself. ‘I bet it is you closet queen’.

“I think you need a shower, and those clothes stink, so strip off and I’ll put them in the washing machine.

Whilst standing in the living room in full view of the neighbours opposite, assuming they could see into Bob’s flat and were watching at the time, I removed all my clothes and stood naked in front of him. I knew I was well endowed, so my big black cock and associated balls, hung proudly on full view. Bob stopped what he was doing and had a good look.

“Mm” he grunted before showing me the bathroom that contained a shower.

Having showered and dried, I wandered back into the living room stark naked.

“Do you not have spare clothes?”

“Yeah, but they’re like the ones I was wearing. Dirty and stinky because Mum never did any washing and Dad said it wasn’t his job.”

“Okay, give them to me and I’ll put them into the washing machine when this load’s done. Meanwhile, I can give you a bathrobe to wear.”

“I’m not bothered. Unless you are” I grinned.

“Up to you” he replied and added, “I don’t suppose the neighbours opposite will be offended. Let’s face it, you’ve got a stunning body.”

I grinned, although surprised at his reaction. I thought he’d insist I wear something, but perhaps he enjoyed having a gorgeous black teenager prancing around naked with a big cock that was already swelling slightly.

We sat down and he detailed the rules I had to obey whilst living with him. One was to keep the place tidy and not leave clothes scattered around. Two, was to help him each week with the cleaning of the apartment, which wouldn’t take much effort. Three, he would do the cooking, but I’d do the washing up.

They seemed a reasonable set of rules, so I agreed.

“We need to get you registered with the local school since it’s too far for you to go to your old school.”

“Why bother? I’ll no doubt be suspended in no time. I like to test teachers to the limit. For example, I produced a self-portrait of myself standing naked full on and made sure my cock was standing out. The art teacher wasn’t impressed and refused to include it in the public display, although she did compliment me on the quality of my painting. I’ve always been good at drawing.”

Bob smiled. “I can imagine her reaction when she saw this staring at her” he chuckled, pointing to my cock. “However, legally you’re supposed to be receiving an education, so if you get caught for not attending school, then it’s on your head. I’ll just say that I was given to understand that your father had registered you at the local school.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to attend school?”

“Suppose so” he replied. I jumped up and sat astride his lap and hugged him.

“Thanks, you’re the best.”

He wasn’t sure where to place his hands but eventually placed them around my naked torso.

“You’re quite a character.”

The washing eventually finished and was dry, so I reluctantly got dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, with no underwear. I hated wearing underwear, so never did. Another battle my mother lost when I was younger. I noticed Bob looking at the bulge inside my sweatpants. ‘This is going to be an interesting time’, I thought.

***

That night I stripped naked and got into Bob’s double bed. I never wore pyjamas much preferring to sleep naked. I watched him undress and admired his thirty-five-year-old body. He was in good shape and had a slim body with a sizeable cock. Not as big as mine, but big enough. Unlike my father, Bob also slept naked.

“Goodnight” I said and turned away from him. I then felt his naked body move up behind me, his semi-hard cock pressing against my arse. I said nothing and pretended to be sleeping. He then placed his arm over me and took hold of my cock. It was already reacting, so didn’t take long to become fully erect.

“Mm, nice” he muttered. I still said nothing. After a few wanks of my cock, he let go and fingered my arse. It felt good, but I still remained silent. He then lined the head of his cock up to my puckered hole. I stayed still and felt it slip inside me.

“That feels so fucking good” he muttered. I smiled but said nothing. He began pumping, now holding my erection again. As he thrust in and out with considerable force, he massaged my cock,

Some while later he cried, “Aah, I’m coming”. Just after that I shot my load as he shot his inside me. I’d still said nothing and settled down to sleep, my arse still feeling the warmth of his cock which he eventually pulled out. Having kissed my back, he turned over.

The following morning, I climbed out of bed and looked at him.

“Good morning. Sleep well” he asked.

“Yeah” I replied as I picked up his wallet from the chest of drawers.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my fee for fucking me last night.”

“Why?”

“You fucked me without my agreement. That makes me a rent boy and they get paid for sex.”

He looked at me aghast. “How much?”

“As you are family, £10” I grinned as I extracted a ten-pound note.

He shook his head. “You never cease to amaze me. Was it good?”

“Yeah, not bad. I’m up for repeats at the same price” I grinned before going to the bathroom to pee.

When I returned, he was still lying in bed. I sat on the side and lifted the duvet. “Want that seen to?” I asked, indicating his morning erection.

“How much?” he grinned.

“Two pounds.”

“Okay, get sucking.” With my hot mouth around his sensitive cock, I had him spewing his load within minutes.

2.

After Bob had left for work and I’d washed the breakfast dishes, I put on a washed and ironed T-shirt and a pair of clean sweatpants. Not bothering with socks, I slipped my feet into my white trainers which I’d also cleaned. I checked myself in the full-length mirror and was pleased with the result. My big cock was hanging nicely, causing an inviting bulge for those interested. Wearing just three items of clothing, plus a bomber jacket which had a green body and white sleeves, I felt ready to search for my first customer.

I took the underground to Kings Cross and walked to an area where I’d been told guys looking for sex hung around. Being a morning, it was quiet, but I decided it was worth hanging around. An hour went by, and I was beginning to think about moving on, when I saw a guy wandering along towards me.

I squeezed my cock though my sweatpants several times to make it bigger until it was more evident.

“Hi” the guy grinned. He stood and looked me up and down, his eyes zoning on my cock. “Looks as if you’ve got quite a package” he smiled.

“Yeah, I have. Want to see it?”

“You bet. Let’s go behind that pillar. We walked a few feet, and I went behind the pillar. I leaned against it and dropped my sweatpants. Now released, my cock jumped to attention.

“Wow. That’s some cock.”

“You want to take it?”

“I’d love to” he replied excitedly, “but not here. I want to take my time to enjoy it.”

“Okay” I replied and placed a hand on the bulge now showing inside his trousers.

“Mm” he groaned, “that feels good. How long have you got?”

“As long as you need, provided you’re prepared to pay.”

“How much?”

I quoted him an hourly rate which was considerably higher than the amount I’d charged Bob, but knew it was in the range charged by rent boys.

“Okay, agreed” he replied. “I live ten minutes walk away.”

As we walked, he told me his name was Oliver and was twenty-four.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen” I lied. Well, I would be in two months and looked older than seventeen!

We reached his road and entered a block of flats a few yards along. We took the lift to the fifth floor and entered a smart apartment. I wished I’d quoted more!

He gave me an amount equivalent to two hours before we started saying “We’ll probably go over that, so I’ll pay you the balance when we’ve finished. That okay?”

“Yeah, fine” I replied as I removed my bomber jacket and kicked off my trainers.

“I should explain that I like to role play. I’ll be the submissive slave and you the dominant master. Is that okay?”

“You’re the client, so whatever you want.”

“Thanks. I find it enhances the sexual experience. But first, I need something to give me a buzz.”

He led me unto the living room which had two large leather sofas and an open plan kitchen off it.

“You’re welcome to join me, if you want” he commented as he made a line of white powder, which I took to be coke, and snorted it.

“No thanks. Smoking a joint is my thing” I replied.

“No problem” he giggled and passed me an old tobacco tin. Inside was an ample supply of rolled joints.”

“Have as many as you like” he grinned, passing me a lighter. I took one and lit it. As I smoked and his coke was having the desired effect, we undressed.

“Wow, you’re fucking gorgeous” he exclaimed, now high. He took me into the hallway and went on all fours. I was told to fix a leather collar and chain around his neck and fit a tail butt plug into his arse. A mask, which contained a wad of cotton soaked with poppers, was fitted over his nose.

Having been told the scenario he wanted to play out, I pulled him by the chain like a dog into the bedroom. The bed had been stripped of top bedding and I noticed handcuffs and ankle restraints hanging from the bed posts.

I used a whip on his arse instructing him in a stern voice to climb onto the bed like a dog. Once on all fours on the bed, I fastened his outstretched arms to the bed post using the padded handcuffs. Having roughly pulled his legs wide apart to open his butthole, I used the ankle straps to fasten his feet to the bed.

“Get your arse in the air” I shouted at him as I pushed his head down onto the mattress.

“Yes, master. Please discipline me.”

I noticed a cock strap on a side table so used that to tie his balls and cock and pull them through his legs. With his head up, I fastened a length of leather to a ring on the cock strap and fastened the other end to his neck collar. Pushing his head down again caused the strap to pull his cock and balls tighter. He uttered a low cry of pain.

“You’re now my slave under my command. If I’m displeased your head will be pushed down to give you more pain. Understood?”

“Yes, master.”

“You’re my sex slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, master. I beg you to fuck my arse hard with your big cock.”

“I will but first it needs whipping.”

I flicked the whip over each buttock several times until they showed red. He was clearly enjoying it. His cock was now hard, straining to be released from the cock strap. I’d seen this done in porn and that it would stop him from climaxing. Mine was also rock hard, aching to fuck his arse.

I first fingered it with two lubricated digits, stretching it open. I then inserted three which opened him up nicely.

“Please fuck me, master” he implored.

“Silence” I shouted and slapped his buttocks hard with my hand.

“Sorry, master. Please forgive me.”

I smiled. He played the part well. I then plunged my big cock into his arse and fucked hard. Whilst I fucked, I massaged the sensitive head of his cock. He squirmed, wanting to cum.

“You don’t release your juices until I give you permission. Understood?”

“Yes, master” he groaned.

I fucked his arse for nearly an hour, pulling out and plunging back in at intervals to stop myself from climaxing. I sniffed poppers every so often and made a mental note to buy a poppers mask.

Having finally climaxed and filled his arse with my copious cum, I pulled out and began sucking his cock between his legs. He cried out for me to release it so he could shoot his creamy cum, but I ignored him, torturing him further. I eventually relented and released his cock. Without being handled, it burst forth, his balls ejaculating ribbons of cum.

The role-play finished, I released him from his shackles, and we got dressed.

“You were brilliant. A natural at being a master. It was also the best climax I’ve ever had, so thanks. Let’s have a drink.”

We returned to the living room, and he produced a bottle of fine red wine.

“Are you okay with wine, or would you prefer a beer?”

I wasn’t a great beer drinker having seen my father abuse it so much, so was happy with the wine. He also offered me another joint which I smoked whilst drinking wine and he joined me.

“Could I suck your cock?” he suddenly asked.

“Sure. Shall I strip off?”

He nodded so I hastily removed my T-shirt and sweatpants. My trainers were still by the front door. He knelt in front of me and began sucking my cock. He was a good cock sucker and soon had me hard. Several minutes later he had me pumping another load of cum.

We’d now been at it for almost three hours, so he included an extra hour in the total fee.

“I’ll definitely want to meet up again and some of my friends may be interested in your services” he told me, so we exchanged mobile numbers. As I left, I felt my stomach rumble so used some of my well-earned cash on lunch.

I still had a few more hours before I needed to go home, so I revisited the area where I’d met Oliver. There were several potential clients wandering about, trying not to look too obvious, but one in particular attracted my attention.

I made my way towards him, smiling at him as I went. He smiled back.

“Hi, you look nice” he said.

“Would you like me to service you?”

“Yes, please. I’m a bottom, so would like you to fuck me. How much?”

I told him my hourly rate and he accepted.

“I’m David, I’m twenty-one. What’s your name?”

“Gabriel. I’m eighteen.” Another lie, but who cares!

He said he was staying in a local hotel and was visiting London.

“I’m Chinese American” he proudly explained.

We arrived at the hotel, and I followed him through reception as if it was perfectly normal for a guest to bring his rent boy into the hotel for a fuck. His room was on the fourth floor, so we used a lift. Once the doors had closed behind us, he moved up to me, kissed me hard on the lips, and grabbed my crotch. As usual it was already semi-hard at the thought of fucking his cute arse.

“Mm. You big cock. I like that” he grinned. Surprised at the sudden action on his part, I grabbed hold of his crotch and kissed him.

We reached his floor and moved apart as the doors opened. He grinned at me and walked to his room at the end of the corridor. As soon as we were inside, door closed and locked, he grabbed hold of me and commenced removing my clothes. I let him continue until I was naked.

“Before we start, could you pay me the first hour’s fee, please.”

“Ah, sorry. First time I’ve done this.” He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a load of notes. Seeing what he’d got, I was satisfied that he had enough if we went over the hour.

“Do you want this to be a quickie or sensual, which will take longer?”

“Sensual” he grinned. “I want to savour your beautiful body.”

With that sorted I moved behind him, pressed my big cock against his arse and put my arms round him. As I felt his crotch with one hand, I used the other to unbutton his shirt. Helping him to remove it, I tweaked his nipples with one hand and used the other to unfasten his trousers. Having dropped around his ankles, he kicked them off. I thrust my hands into his boxer shorts and grasped his cock. It wasn’t big but was swelling nicely. He uttered low groans of approval. His underwear was soon discarded leaving him ready for fucking.

I pushed him onto the end of the bed, and he slumped back with his legs dangling over the end. I bent down and sucked his cock until it was hard. I lifted his legs and draped them over my shoulders. I raised his butt so I could lick it, causing him to gasp as the sensitive hole was licked with my hot tongue.

Using the lube he’d given me I lubricated my swollen cock and plunged it in.

“Fuuuuuck” he exclaimed as I breached him. Once fully inside he settled down. That feels so fucking good” he grinned. I fucked him for thirty-minutes before allowing myself to dump my load into his arse. He’d not supplied a condom, so I assumed he wanted it raw.

“Fuck. That was fucking brilliant. Shame I’m leaving London tomorrow morning.”

He’d now clocked up over 90 minutes, so he gave me the fee for two hours. I certainly didn’t complain and thanked him before slipping on my clothes and leaving. As I went into reception, the receptionist looked at me. I smiled. “Hi, have a nice day” and casually stroked my cock which was still hard as if it was still inside David’s arse. She blushed and grinned.

Seeing the time, I sent a text to Bob to say I was on my way home and would be there in about thirty minutes. It was gone six by the time I got in.

“So, what have you been doing all day to make you late?” Bob asked with a smile on his face.

When I told him I’d been working as a rent boy and told him the amount I’d made in one day, he gasped.

“Fuck. Perhaps I’m in the wrong job” he laughed.

“So, you don’t mind?” I queried.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the lips. “Why should I mind? You’ve found work which suits you and if you’re happy selling you body, then go for it. However, now you’re earning, I shall expect a weekly contribution from you for your keep.”

We agreed an amount, which I felt was fair and agreed to pay it at the end of the week.

“I need a shower” I said as I commenced stripping off my clothes. He looked at the items I’d dropped to the floor and said nothing. I picked them up and laid them neatly on a chair. “Will be back shortly” I said as I made for the bathroom. I sensed him checking out my naked butt.

Having showered, I returned to the living room still drying myself off.

“Fancy going to a gay strip club this evening?” Bob asked. “There’s a group of male strippers on tonight and they do the full monty.”

My eyes lit up. I’d no idea that such places existed in modern London. “Yeah, fucking great. Where’s it on?”

“Club near Old Street. Better still, I know the Danish guy who runs it. I’ll give him a call and get him to send two passes to get us in. He often invites guys onto the stage and strips them. You up for that?”

“Don’t you have to be eighteen to go to these places?”

Bob laughed. “I assume you’re telling guys you fuck that you’re eighteen, so if anyone asks, say the same. If you’re asked for your date of birth, remember to take three months off.”

I hugged him and jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He looked down at my big cock.

“If the meal wasn’t about to burn in the oven, I’d get you to fuck my arse” he grinned.

“Perhaps later” I chuckled.

3.

When we arrived at the club, the doorman looked us all over. His eyes studied the bulge in my sweatpants. Yeah, as usual I was hard at the thought of seeing guys strip naked in front of randy guys. I gave him one of my engaging smiles which invariably had the desired effect. My eyes zoned in on his crotch. He was either very well endowed or had a hard-on. I suspected the latter since he surreptitiously rubbed it with his hand. Bob showed him the passes that Aksel had emailed. Seeing these, he immediately let us in, telling us where we’d find him.

The club was in the basement, so we made our way down the stairs. I could hear music coming from the club area and guys having fun. Another security guy was covering the entrance door. Bob showed him our passes. He first undertook a detailed search of us and when he frisked me, he ran his hands up and down my inner legs and felt deep into the crotch. He looked into my eyes and grabbed my cock. He held it for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds.

“Perk of the job, is it?” I grinned.

“Yeah” he grinned. “Turn around.”

I did and felt his hand between my legs.

“Put your hand inside, if you want” I smiled.

He took me up on my offer and plunged his hand down the back of my sweatpants. I felt his hand reach between the top of my legs and grasp my balls. He then pressed a finger into my hole. Bob watched on with amusement.

“Would you like him to strip?” he chuckled. “He will do so for a small fee.”

“No thanks, felt enough. Great cock” he grinned, letting us through. We found Aksel in his dressing room. Bob told him what the security guy had done to me.

Aksel laughed. “Yeah, he’s renowned for doing that. Perk of the job, I suppose. So, this is Gabriel. Let’s see what you have to offer.”

I assumed that was a request to strip, so I did until I was standing stark naked in front of him.

“Wow. Great body. And that cock is gorgeous”. Satisfied that I wasn’t going to let the strippers down, he explained the routine and when I’d be invited on stage. “Most guys strip to their waist in the club. It’s hot in there. You’ll only need this pair of shorts which include hidden Velcro for ease removal when I strip you. If you can have that big cock of yours hard when I do so, that’d really get the punters going.”

Bob decided to leave his shirt with my clothes. When we made our exit, the security guard grinned at us.

“Ready for a good night, I see. I think another search is necessary, he laughed.

“Be my guest” I grinned and lowered my shorts, careful not to pull the Velcro apart.

“Wow, that’s what I call a cock” he grinned as he held it in his hand and gave it a good feel. Deciding that I was owed something in return, I grabbed his tackle, which was definitely hard.

Now inside the club, I looked at the array of guys standing around drinking and chatting, waiting for the main event of the night. Most were stripped to the waist, showing off their muscles. Some were doing the round, looking for pickups. A young guy came up to me and paused.

“Don’t worry about me” Bob whispered.

“I’m Eric.”

“Gabriel”

“You’ve got a great body.”

“Thanks”

“Here for the strip?”

“Yep. Aren’t we all” I grinned. “I like your nipples” I added, not having anything else to say.

“Thanks. I love using nipple clamps when having sex. Really turns me on.”

“Don’t have any handy at present” I grinned.

He laughed. “You look as if you’re well endowed” he whispered into my ear.

“Want a feel?”

His face lit up and reached out to feel my hard cock. “Wow. That’s big.”

“You reckon you could take it?” I chuckled.

“I’d give it a damn good try” he replied.

At that point, a guy came onto the stage and announced that the strippers were coming on. There was a loud roar as two guys entered from either side of the low stage area. They danced for a few moments, manipulating their bodies into very erotic moves to show off what lay behind their shorts.

Aksel then appeared, doing a somersault onto the stage, which earned him a big applause. The five then danced erotically with one another, and Aksel taking guys into his arms and thrusting his hands down the front of their shorts to have a feel. The crowd yelled their approval.

Items then began to become discarded, chucking them to the back of the stage when removed. Eventually, they were down to a net pouch style G-string which showed everything. The atmosphere was becoming electric, knowing that any minute they’d see five cocks flapping about.

On cue, the five of them, removed their G-string with a flourish to release their pent-up cocks. Once free, they wriggled their naked bodies to swing them in a circle, which encouraged them to get bigger. The four support strippers retreated off stage leaving Aksel on his own. He moved his body in a series of erotic moves, whilst holding his cock out. It was now rock hard. The crowd were cheering.

He threw his G-string to me, and I caught it, swinging it high in the air for others to see. He then beckoned me to join him on stage. The crowd thought I’d been randomly chosen and cheered. Aksel stood me in front of him facing the audience. Reaching round to the front of me, he tweaked my nipples before plunging both hands down inside my shorts.

“He’s big. Want to see it?” he shouted. Needless to say, they roared, “yes, strip him”. With a flourish, he removed the shorts, and I was now standing stark-naked showing off my stiff cock to about fifty randy guys. Fortunately, they showed their approval with tumultuous applause. Aksel and I danced, shaking our booty to tease the guys.

When the music stopped, he said into my ear, “Thanks. You were great” and chuckled “Now the fun begins” as he stepped off the stage holding my hand. We entered the crowd which parted to make way, but hands commenced groping me and patting my naked butt. One guy who was stark naked, even tried to stick his stiff cock into my arse but wasn’t successful.

I was now aware that the other four strippers had returned to the stage and were mixing with the crowd. I noticed more and more guys removing their lower garments and were tossing them in the air as they danced to the music now playing.

We completed the circuit and Aksel led me back on stage to exit off to one side. A group of stark-naked guys were now dancing on the stage for all to see. Most had erect cocks. One guy was on his knees, sucking two nearby cocks but management didn’t seem to bother.

As we made our way, still naked, to Aksel’s dressing room, I realised that Bob had joined us along the way.

“You were brilliant” he told me.

“Would you guys like to join me for a drink at my place?” he asked, as we got dressed. Bob looked at me and I nodded.

“We’d love to” thanks.”

Aksel lived in a studio flat which was a ten-minute walk away. His flat was part of a small development consisting of six flats. The front door from the corridor opened into a small hallway, off which there was a door into the living area. Behind the door was a double bed side on to the back wall. A fitted wardrobe unit was at the end of the bed.

A small window was situated on the front wall overlooking another similar building. In the righthand corner was a small kitchen area which contained the basics including fridge, hob, and microwave. A sliding smoked glass door on the wall opposite the kitchen area, accessed a small bathroom with shower. A low sofa unit was placed in the middle of the righthand side wall and opposite was a large TV fixed to the wall. It was compact but cosy, but provided enough for Aksel’s needs and budget.

“I’ve got a bottle of vodka. That okay?”

Bob and I agreed that was fine. Axel removed his shirt and like us had left his shoes in the hallway. We removed our tops to match him. He invited us to sit on bean bags placed in front of the sofa. There were four in all, so we occupied three of them. I was surprised at how comfortable they were, supporting the back perfectly when you sank into them.

Aksel had been very generous with the measures of vodka. He also made three lines of coke on a board, but I declined. I’d had it once before when a schoolfriend got hold of some, but the effect was too short-term. I watched them share the lines between them whilst I smoked a joint. Oliver had let me keep the whole tin of them, so kept two with me. I found it stimulated my sexual activity, but I wasn’t a regular user.

“You were brilliant tonight. You’d make a great stripper. I’ll be looking for another soon. One of the guys is moving to Canada with his boyfriend. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to take you on.”

“How regular do you do shows?” Bob asked.

“At the club, eight times a year. Private shows for groups of gay men roughly once a month and generally stay for sex. Hen parties much the same, but don’t allow touching at those, so once stripped, and waggled our bits, we leave.”

“How much does each stripper get?” I asked.

When he told me, I said I’d love to be recruited as a stripper. My eighteenth was in four weeks, which suited Aksel perfectly. In the meantime, he’d take me through the routines. Bob thought it a great idea.

“It’s time we had these off” Axel laughed, pulling my sweatpants down my legs. Bob joined in, so I was soon naked. They both stripped naked, and we had fun.

Aksel kneel between my legs and proceeded to suck my cock, which was already hard. After a few minutes he licked my nipples. This was followed by a hard kiss on my lips and using his tongue to invade my mouth. I reciprocated and it became intense. I glanced at Bob, and he was watching every move. He smiled, which I took as his approval.

“I want to fuck your arse” he grinned. He returned to his own bean bag and told me to sit on his hard cock. I hovered over it and began to take it into my arse and when the large head had breached me, he pushed me onto it.

“Ah, fuck” I cried out.

Aksel laughed. “Yeah, baby take that cock.” Bob was now kneeling beside me watching it closely. He held his climax back for a long time but eventually his sexual need took over. “Wow. That was good. You can now fuck my arse.”

He knelt on the bean bag and lent forward to offer his arse. I lubricated my naked stiff cock and plunged it into his arse.

“Fucking hell” he shouted. “Fuck. It feels so good with your big cock up my arse.

Bob laughed. “He likes his arse being fucked. I then felt his hard cock enter me. I sniffed poppers up each nostril and within a few minutes felt the rush. It felt good. I continued fucking for as long as he did mine. I think he was impressed. Feeling my climax rising, I shouted “Fuck, I’m coming”.

“Yeah, dump your load inside me.”

Bob dumped his load a few moments later.

“Time now to double fuck him” Aksel laughed and told me to lay back on my bean bag. Bob then inserted his still stiff cock and once fully inside, he laid over my chest and kissed me. I then felt Aksel’s cock enter me on top of Bob’s shaft. After the initial pain of another big cock stretching my arse, it felt good. Another experience to tick off!

Aksel poured more drinks, and we settled back on our bean bags.

“You’re staying over, aren’t you” he said as he made the shot of vodka a double, if not more. “We can manage three in the bed.”

“Yeah, I think we’d better” Bob grinned.

Aksel turned to me and said, “Would you be willing to have live sex in front of a group of guys and being filmed?”

“Yeah, doesn’t bother me who’s watching.”

“What about being filmed?” Bob added.

“The same. If it turns someone on watching me being fucked, good for them.”

“In that case, would you like to join me for a special event on Saturday? It’s a private strip for a small group of guys at his house in Norfolk. They’ll be four of us stripping, if you join us and the strip will be followed by a live bareback fuck. I know you’re not yet eighteen, but the guys won’t ask. They’ll be happy to see young meat.”

“I assume it’ll be followed by an orgy” Bob added.

“Of course, but you won’t mind about that, will you” he directed at me.

“Fuck, no. Sounds brilliant.”

“They’ll be eight of them, so your arse should get a good roasting” he laughed.

4.

Oliver called to say Raymond, his friend, wanted to hire me to check me out for a master and slaves party that a friend of his was running in two weeks. It would be a weekend hire so would make me good money, provided I met Raymond’s high standards. It was agreed that I’d go to Raymond’s house in Hounslow the following morning. He worked from home, so presumably this was classified as work! It was an easy journey for me. Elizabeth line from Whitechapel, our nearest station.

I walked from the station since Google Maps said it was a nine-minute walk. I found the house and gasped. It looked enormous surrounded by a high fence and wrought iron gates, like the other ‘mansions’ around. I chuckled as I walked up to the gate. I wondered how many neighbours knew Raymond hired rent boys.

I pressed the intercom and the pedestrian gate opened. I walked in and heard it close behind me. As I walked up to the front-door, it opened.

“I assume you’re Gabriel, the rent boy. Come on in and let’s see what you have to offer.”

He was a stern guy, but I soon came to like him. He was straight to the point, which I liked.

“Remove shoes and leave them here, and strip, leaving your clothes on the table. As usual, I’d only worn four items of clothing; outer jacket, T-shirt, sweatpants, and trainers.

“Mm. Very nice”, he said as he inspected my body and took hold of my cock to give it a feel. He invited me into a large living room, which overlooked an even bigger garden.

“Coffee? Or would you prefer water?”

“Coffee’s fine, black please, no sugar.”

He seemed pleased with that, so I waited for him to prepare it and bring it in. Whilst he was away, I toured the room and looked at photos. There were several of him and a younger guy dressed in swimming shorts or something similar.

“He was my younger brother. Died when he was seventeen from an overdose. Couldn’t cope with being gay.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Okay. I’ve asked you to come because a friend of mine is holding a master and slaves party. There’ll be five other masters, plus their slaves, and it’ll be kinky. Are you okay with that?”

“What do you mean by ‘kinky’?”

“He has a sex room at the end of his garden in which he has a wide array of toys, including sex swings, fuck benches and a wooden cross to which slaves are fastened and spanked, pissed on, cock sucked and fucked. It’s intense.”

“I reckon I can cope with that.”

“The event will start with a formal lunch, and we’ve selected three slaves to serve at table. My slave, Jason’s slave, and you. The others will be assigned duties in the kitchen preparing the meal and washing up after. You’ll be naked throughout the party, including serving at dinner. Any questions?”

Apart from my fee, which I quoted as a total fee for the whole weekend, I asked about travel arrangements. I was told that all slaves had to arrive naked, which meant travelling naked. The masters were all wealthy guys, so travelled in their own car. Raymond would be travelling in his Bentley with me stark naked in the back.

“Oliver and his slave, Tarone, who I believe you’ve met, will be travelling with us.”

I accepted the assignment and was told what time to arrive. He then said he’d like to fuck me, since he’d paid a fee. He was one of a few who preferred paying through online banking. It suited me although I’d have to include it as earned income for tax purposes. Cash in hand was often not put through the books!

He bent me over the sofa and fucked me. It was quick and not very memorable, but I didn’t care; I’d been paid for the pleasure! Having an afternoon free, I decided to visit one of my hunting grounds for possible clients. I was in luck and met an American named Jack who was twenty-two and was on a six-month contract with an investment bank.

“I’m hoping it will turn into a permanent position so I can live in England. My folks come from here but moved to Philadelphia before they had me. With the ways things are going with a certain individual who plans on becoming president again, and the far right’s clamping down on LGBT issues, I’ll be glad to leave.”

He had a small flat near Temple, which was ideal for me since it was on my way home. The flat contained one bedroom, living room with kitchen area, and bathroom. Compact but well designed and perfectly suitable for a guy living alone.

“I’ve only used a male escort once, so I’ll leave you to lead.”

That suited me, so I removed my outer jacket, leaving it in the hallway with my trainers. I moved up to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. From thereon, things went smoothly. Once naked, we moved into the bedroom where I fucked him on his back. Satisfied, he gave me my fee and took my number to meet again, and we did, several times.

***

The strip show that Aksel had invited me to join was at a private house on the outskirts of Croydon. It had once been a farmhouse and Jeremy, the owner had modernised it but kept some of its original features, such as wooden beams and the odd stone wall on the inside.

Aksel said he’d drive the four of us down, so we met at his house. Kofi was a nineteen-year-old Black African. Hugo was also nineteen and Swedish. I found them very friendly and supportive. Once in the car, I sat in the back with Kofi who kept on exposing his tackle and asking me to fondle it. I certainly didn’t mind and gave him access to my cock. Hugo was sitting in the front with Aksel, who seemed oblivious to what was going on in the back.

It took seventy-five minutes to reach Jeremy’s house which was off a country lane with very little around it. To me, it seemed in the depths of beyond, but lots of people seem to like the solitude. As Aksel pulled outside, a young guy appeared wearing a G-string. He looked barely sixteen, but I was told later that he was seventeen and Samean.

He’d been frequently beaten by his father who was of the opinion that beating would ‘beat out the demons’ that made his son gay. Having seen that made no difference, he bodily threw him barefoot out of the house wearing a pair of grubby shorts and nothing else. Jeremy had come across him when he visited Samoa the year before, bought him clothes, and arranged to adopt him. He’d apparently bribed the necessary officials to obtain documents to bring him to the UK. He was now Jeremy’s houseboy.

“Hi, I’m Kai” he smiled and invited us inside.

Jeremy appeared and hugged everyone, thanking us for coming. He then took us down some stairs to the basement which he’d had constructed during the renovation. It spread across three quarters of the floor area of the house. Several wrought iron girders had been installed to hold the house up. It was an amazing open space. At one end a shower area had been installed with a clear glass enclosure so when having a shower, everybody could see you. Beside this was a urinal bowl fixed to the wall.

“Saves guys having to piss upstairs” Jeremy laughed. “It’s also used when we have wild piss parties and guys piss over another guy’s head that’s held down in the bowl.”

I suddenly had visions of my head in the bowl and being soaked with hot piss. At the other end, there were two sex slings hung from a beam above. Between them another sling was suspended. This had two pairs of ropes on a pulley system. He explained that a guy's wrists were strapped to one pair of ropes, and his ankles to the other pair, now stretched wide apart. A leather harness was worn by the guy, and this was attached to the ropes restraining the wrists.

“It reduces the strain in the guy’s arms” he added. The ropes were then pulled higher to raise the up-facing prostrate body, but the legs were raised higher than the head. “That leaves the arse fully exposed and nicely positioned for fucking” he grinned. I tried to imagine what it would be like just hanging with no support and being fucked. Little did I know that I’d find out later!

Upholstered seating with no side ends, was situated along each of the side walls, which were ideal for fucking. Small round tables and chairs were scattered in the open space between these. The six guys attending would sit at these whilst we stripped.

We returned upstairs and Kai led us upstairs to a bedroom where we changed into our stripping clothes and waited to be called to perform.

I heard guys arriving, so nervously waited. I’d practiced the day before with the other guys and Aksel said he was happy with my performance.

Kai appeared, now naked apart from a pink bow tie around his neck, to say it was time to perform. Wearing a sleeveless shirt, a G-string covered by a pair of shorts, and bare feet, we made our way down to the basement, rocking to our strip music. The guys roared their approval as we entered, and we began our routine.

We started with erotic dancing, thrusting our crotch as we rubbed it. Being so near the audience, we moved up to them and held their hands against the bulge rapidly forming inside. The guys loved it. The first item to be removed with one swift pull, was the shirt. Fortunately, the Velcro on mine released perfectly. We moved up to the guys and let them touch our naked chests. I also had my crotch grasped so thrust it forward.

After more erotic dancing and feeling down inside our shorts to rub our stiff cock, we removed our shorts with a flourish. The guys cheered. The G-string covering our bulge. More groping took place, and we turned our backs to them to show our naked butt. As I bent forward close up to one guy, I felt his finger stroke my hole. That did wonders to my swollen cock.

After teasing them with more erotic moves and shouts of “off, off”, we pulled off our G-string to fully expose our stiff cock. As they cheered, we moved up close and personal to the guys who were sitting in pairs. I estimated that all the guys were in their late twenties or early thirties, as was Jeremy.

“You’re beautiful” one of the guys said as he stroked my big cock. The other guy stroked my naked butt and fingered my hole.

“I’d love to fuck his arse” he said, plunging deeper and deeper.

Jeremy had explained that names would not be divulged. Some of these guys held important positions in business or government. Each one had therefore been given a number, which had been written on their naked chest with a red marker pen. My guys were Three and Four.

Guy Three removed his shorts, which I’d already noticed was hiding a large bulge. His hard cock sprang to attention when released. He told me to sit astride him, our cocks kissing one another. He pulled my head into a kiss, which was intense. Guy Four bent down and commenced sucking my cock.

“How about we fuck this gorgeous guy?” Number Three agreed. I glanced at Kofi and Hugo either side of me and they too were being well serviced. Aksel and Jeremy were having sex on the bench seating behind us. Number Four stripped naked and they led me to the sex swings. “Let’s use this one” Four said. My heart sank. The chest harness was put on me, and my wrists were fitted into the leather straps on the ropes, my arms now outstretched. My ankles were then fitted into leather straps on the other pair of ropes which were then slowly pulled up. As my feet left the floor, my body hung in the air.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, although my arms and legs were now wide apart, my stiff cock bobbing up and down. The ropes were raised until by legs were higher than my head, my arse at the perfect height for fucking. I watched Four lubricate his thick hard cock, so knew this was going to be raw, which Aksel had warned us about. I now always took PreP beforehand and was regularly tested at our local STD clinic.

“Okay, let’s get fucking” Four laughed. “You can suck his cock” he told Three. I felt the big cock enter me and then commence fucking.

“Fuck, this arse feels so good” he uttered as he fucked with gusto.

After shooting his load over me he plunged his cock back in and fucked for another five minutes. I’d been suspended in the air for twenty-minutes. When he’d finished, he pulled out and went to find another arse to fuck. Three was about to take over but Jeremy intervened.

“Time to release him from this sling.”

I was relieved since my arms and legs were aching, but the fuck had been amazing. Three helped release me and moved to Hugo who was being given a hard fuck by someone.

“Have a rest for a moment” Jeremy told me, so I sat on the seating nearby.

“Mind if I join you?” a black naked guy smiled as he sat down beside me. He had 2 emblazoned on his chest. I looked at his big black cock and nodded. “You guys were brilliant as strippers. Very erotic. Got me hard within seconds” he chuckled as he stroked his black cock.

“Thanks.”

“I know we’re not supposed to divulge our names, but I’m Hakim” he said, placing his hand on my naked thigh, precious near my crotch. As always, my cock reacted.

“Hi, I’m Gabriel.”

“Good to meet you man. You’ve got a beautiful cock” he added, taking it into his hand and began kissing me. I liked the guy and felt a bond with him. He told me he was twenty-two and African. I took hold of his cock and it immediately swelled to full hardness. “Fancy that inside you?”

I nodded and went down on it to start sucking. He enjoyed that, pushing my head onto it. When I came up for air, he said, “I’d like to hire you three young guys. I’ve arranged a weekend sex party in two weeks. I’m inviting four friends, so there’ll be eight of us in total.”

“You’ll need to speak to Aksel regarding Hugo and Kofi. I’m not officially part of the group at present, but I’m interested. How much?”

He grinned and squeezed my hard cock that he was still holding. “I like guys who are straight to the point.”

Having told me the fee, I jumped at the offer.

“Because I live in Suffolk, I’m staying the night. I understand you guys are also. After the local guys have left, I’ll speak to Aksel. Meanwhile, how about that fuck?”

I grinned. “I’m all yours.” I knelt on the bench seating, and he knelt behind me. He first rimmed my arse, licking my hole with his hot tongue before fingering it with two fingers. He lubricated his raw cock and inserted it. I winced as the big head breached me, but once through and the thick organ invaded my arse, it felt wonderful.

“Yeah, fuck my arse” I cried out.

***

The fuck party came to an end around 10 p.m. and guys got dressed and made their way home leaving Hakim and us three strippers plus Aksel. We had a shower and donned G-strings in accordance with Jeremy’s wishes and made our way into the dining room. Kai, still naked but no longer wearing the pink bow tie, was waiting to serve us wine at the table. I felt sorry for him. He was basically a house-boy who had to obey Jeremy’s instructions to the letter, plus being his fuck boy. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, as he poured my glass of wine. I gently patted his naked butt as he did so.

After dinner and we’d adjourned to the living room for coffee, Hakim spoke to Aksel about hiring the three of us.

“I should explain that it’s going to be a wild party including pissing and outside sex in public areas, all of which will be filmed by Ade, my boyfriend. The footage will be uploaded to his private server for viewing by his friends.”

“Public areas?” I queried. “Is that safe?”

“Yeah. Ade has this fantasy of filming guys being fucked over a car bonnet on a country lane, but he’s going to set up cameras to alert us if anyone is approaching. So, yes, it’s safe.”

“Sounds exciting” Kofi grinned. “Love taking risks when being fucked.”

I agreed.

When it was bedtime, Aksel told us he was sleeping with Jeremy. “After we’ve given Kai a goodnight fuck” he grinned. It was left to the four of us to decide who slept with whom, but that was soon sorted. Hakim invited me to sleep with him, and I accepted, leaving the other two as bed partners.

5.

The master and slave party being run by Jason, Raymond’s friend, was upon us. He’d hired me and Tarone for the weekend and involved five other guys plus their slaves. We’d been instructed to meet at Raymond’s house. Since Tarone lived near me, we travelled together.

“Raymond wants you slaves to arrive naked and leave your clothes here” Raymond told us. We looked at one another and grinned.

“That’s a new experience” Tarone grinned. “Doesn’t bother me.”

I agreed but chuckled at the thought of being stopped by the police for some reason and finding three stark naked guys in the car. Zahir, who was Raymond’s sixteen-year-old Indian house slave, was also joining us.

Now naked with leather studded collars around our neck, we stood in the hallway waiting to get into the car. Fortunately, Raymond’s house was secluded from the road, so neighbours and anyone passing by, were unlikely to see our full frontals as we climbed into the back of the car. Tarone told Zahir to sit in the middle. I guessed why. Tarone and I had become good friends since our first encounter. He frequently stayed the night and shared the bed with Bob and me, sleeping in the middle, which meant he received attention from both of us.

He’d had a difficult life to date living with a stepfather, who was off his head due to drink and drugs, so enjoyed the safety when with me and Bob. His mother was just as bad, leaving him to get his own meals and do his own washing. They had no idea what their eighteen-year-old son was up to, which was just as well.

Raymond and Oliver were dressed in the master’s outfit. Naked chest with a leather harness and tight-fitting leather shorts that showed their cock off wonderfully. Raymond drove with Oliver beside him, oblivious to what was going on in the back. The three of us had hard-ons and enjoyed having them massaged.

It took almost an hour to reach Jason’s house which was situated on the outskirts of Radlett in Hertfordshire. It was a country house with its own land surrounding it, making it very secluded. The nearest neighbour was half a mile away.

Raymond parked beside another car, and we all got out. Us slaves stood stark bollock naked for all to see, had anyone driven by, whilst we waited for our master, mine being Raymond for this weekend along with Zahir. A chain was connected to our leather collar, and we were led into the house.

Kevin, Jason’s seventeen-year-old Sri-Lankan house slave, welcomed us. I admired his naked body as we were introduced. Within thirty-minutes, the other five masters, each with their naked slave, had arrived. I had little chance of getting to know them or their master, over the weekend because my arse was full of cock most of the time.

They all had an insatiable sexual appetite. When I wasn’t being fucked, I was required to serve drinks or be a naked waiter for each meal along with Tarone and another slave. The others were either on kitchen duty or part of the cleaning team. The masters were a lazy lot leaving empty bottles and glasses around. They even pissed over slaves at times, so upholstery and carpets had to be cleaned.

***

Hakim’s party weekend had arrived at which I’d be filmed, along with Kofi and Hugo, having wild sex and doing other crazy things with five gorgeous black guys. Two were aged twenty, two twenty-one and Hakim, twenty-two. He’d inherited money from his gay uncle who’d died suddenly from a heart attack. His parents, who still lived in Africa, didn’t approve of his ‘lifestyle’. They refused to use the term ‘gay’ or ‘sexuality’, but it didn’t bother him. Ade, his live-in boyfriend loved filming everyone, especially whilst having sex, and had a gorgeous big cock.

We’d been asked to meet Hakim at Ipswich station from where he’d take us by car to his house in Eyke in Suffolk. The three of us travelled by train from Liverpool Street station to Ipswich, which took one hour ten minutes. We’d been told to wear minimal clothes, so since the summer weather was sunshine for a change with high temperatures, we’d all opted for a high waist sleeveless shirt plus lightweight short and nothing else, apart from lightweight slip-on loungers. We’d gone out shopping together and ended up with the same clothes. We’d all chosen orange-coloured shoes, which caused a few smiles from people as we strode along the platform to our train.

We chose the front carriage, and being the furthest away, it was quiet, which suited us. During the journey we thrust our hands into one another’s shorts to feel excited cocks. As we walked out of Ipswich station, we saw a good-looking guy filming us.

“That’s got to be Ade” I grinned as we made our way towards him. He was naked to the waist, and like us was wearing lightweight shorts.

“Hi, guys. Lovely to see you. Walk slowly towards me. I want to capture your gorgeous sexy bodies and zoom in on each crotch. Are you guys hard, or very big?”

“We’ve all got big cocks” Kofi laughed.

“Slowly remove your shirts. Do it erotically. Play to the camera.”

Being strippers, we knew how to do that, so performed for him.

“Fucking perfect” he grinned. Hakim was watching the action standing by the car and laughing.

“Hi, guys. Thanks for coming” he said, kissing each of us on the lips and feeling our crotch. “Nice” he grinned.

The journey to his house took one hour fifteen minutes by car, but on way he stopped in a country lane.

“Everyone out” Hakim announced, “and get naked”.

We looked at one another, assuming he knew what he was doing. Once naked, we were told to walk along the middle of the road towards Ade who was filming. Look as if you own the road and flaunt your naked bodies. Hugo was in the middle, his sexy body between two shiny black guys.

“Fucking perfect” Ade announced so we climbed naked into the car.

‘Being naked in cars is becoming a habit’ I smiled to myself.

“Was it luck that a car didn’t come along whilst we were strutting along showing off our bits?” Hugo asked.

“Partly” Hakim laughed. “But we know these roads and this one is seldom used.”

“But the risk adds to the excitement” I laughed.

“Very true and when you see the footage of you guys showing off your tackle online, you’ll love it.”

“Who has access to this stuff?” Kofi asked.

“Guys who pay a regular subscription and have proven they’re eighteen or over” Ade replied.

As we drove into the courtyard in front of Hakim’s house, three black guys were standing by the front door.

“Wow, that’s a fucking good sight” Hugo laughed. All three guys were stark naked and showing signs of interest down below.

“Hi, guys. We were early so decided to enjoy the sunshine” one of them grinned, fondling his big cock.

Hakim made introductions and we shook hands. The first was Omari, then Bobo, and Abasi. Entering the house, I realised how spacious it was. The living room was huge with a dining area at the far end leading into a conservatory that had double doors leading onto the large garden.

“Let’s sit outside with our drinks” Hakim said. “I’ve made Pimms.”

“Come and sit on my lap” Bobo smiled, grabbing my hand. I was certainly happy to do so having seen his semi-hard cock. Having chosen a recliner, I straddled him. Our cocks rubbing together. He took hold of mine and it immediately reacted. Kofi and Hugo were receiving the same treatment. “I’m looking forward to fucking that tight arse of yours” he chuckled, fingering it between my legs.”

“Can’t wait to have this beautiful tool inside me” I grinned. “Love being fucked by big cocks, especially a brother’s.”

“Yeah, bruv, you’re right. Fucking black arse is rather special. But I like white arse as well” he laughed. “Hugo’s arse is gonna be sore by the time we go home. And yours” he quickly added.

I was happy. I could be at it all day long. My cock was up and ready at a moment’s notice, as was my arse.

The Pimms was served, and we drank. I personally found its fruity taste a tad to fruity for my liking, but it was alcohol, which was always worth having. Whilst we sipped our Pimms, a small packet of white pills was being passed round.

“K” Bobo whispered. “Don’t over do it” he warned, “but the buzz you get is amazing.”

Having never taken K before, I decided I’d do so and swallowed a pill. It was another experience ticked off the list!

The pill was having its effect and I felt I was on cloud nine. My cock was hard, and I was rearing to go, but Bobo had other ideas because his big cock was fully erect, and it was huge.

“Ready to take this?” he grinned. I held his big tool and said I certainly was, so he lubricated his cock, lifted me up, and guided it into my hole. “Now sit in it” he demanded.

I lowered my butt onto the big rod and felt it slip inside.

“Yeah, you’re doing good, boy. Keep taking it. I want it fully inside before you ride it.”

Despite the initial pain, I continued lowering my arse until I’d taken the full length.

“Fuck. My arse is full” I giggled.

“That’s nothing until you’ve taken Abasi’s cock well, when we double fuck you later. He’s, my boyfriend.”

“Yeah. I’d love that” I replied. And I meant it. I glanced at Abasi and saw he was busy fucking Hugo, who was clearly enjoying himself. I began riding Bobo’s big cock and it felt wonderful.

“Let’s change positions” he said after a while. After lifting myself off the big cock my arse felt empty. I wanted it back inside me. We moved onto the grass where Omari was vigorously fucking Kofi’s arse. I went in all fours beside him and spread my knees wide apart to offer my arse. Bobo soon had his big cock inside me again. He was now in control and fucked me hard until he’d shot his load.

After a short rest, Hakim pushed me down in the grass and mounted me. His cock plunged into my arse and began fucking. Omari sat astride my head and told me to suck his cock. He grabbed my head and pushed it down on the beautiful cock until it was choking me. I then mouth fucked him until he’d dumped his load inside my mouth. It tasted good and I swirled it round inside my mouth before swallowing his cum.

“The three of you join me inside please” Hakim told us. “Each of you drink this. It’s warm coffee. I want each of you to drink at least three pints. Each jug must be emptied. After about half-an-hour your bladder will be full, and you’ll want to piss. Don’t. I’ll tell you when you can. Understood?”

We all nodded. “Once you’ve finished drinking, set the table for eight. One at either end and three either side using the cutlery, plates, and wine glasses over there.”

“What’s this about?” Hugo said having drunk his first glass of coffee.

“Some form of piss party, I assume” I replied, now on my second glass. Drinking glass after glass wasn’t as difficult as I’d imagined. The lukewarm coffee slipped down easily.

We finally emptied all three jugs and my stomach felt full. We set to and placed the cutlery, soup plates and wine glasses.

“Don’t forget he told us to leave a wide gap between place settings on either side” I reminded them.

“All done?” Hakim asked, suddenly appearing from outside almost forty minutes later. His cock was slowly dying after fucking one of the guys. Seeing the empty glasses and checking our table setting skills, he congratulated us on a good job. “And your bladders. Are they feeling full?”

“Yeah, about to burst” Kofi grinned.

“Excellent. Cross your legs, if necessary and hold it for another five minutes.”

He called the other guys inside and they sat at allotted places around either side of the table. One in the middle on one side, and two on the other leaving a space between them. Ade appeared with his professional shoulder mounted camcorder.

“Okay, guys” Hakim commanded, “Climb onto the table from either end. One move to the middle, and one stand either end. Your task is to remain standing and fill all eight glasses with piss. Then piss into each soup plate before pissing over the three seated. Help each other if necessary.”

Whilst Ade filmed, we began to piss. I managed to direct my flow of golden nectar into the three glasses at my end before pissing into the soup plates. My flow was still strong, so I directed it at Bobo who was in front of me. He opened his mouth, and I directed the flow into it before pissing over his chest. I turned and with Kofi’s help, we soaked Omari. Hugo was doing the same to Abasi.

“Excellent, guys. That was fucking brilliant” Hakim grinned. “Now you can join us for dinner, but first, everyone must drink their glass of piss. Leave the soup bowls.”

We all grinned. I’d never drunk a glass of piss before, so that was a first. Once all glasses had been emptied, Hakim filled them with red wine, which according to the experts was a good one. Ade fetched the food from the kitchen. He returned with two hot dishes of cottage pie, which smelt delicious, and dishes of peas. I was still intrigued about the soup bowls of piss but was soon to find out.

“Cottage piss pie” Ade grinned. “Help yourselves.”

I watched Bobo use the serving spoon provided and put a serving into his soup plate followed by a portion of peas. Sitting beside him, I did the same. Once everyone had been served, Hakim proposed a toast. “To fucking these gorgeous lads” he grinned.

Surprisingly, the food tasted good with its flavouring of teenage piss!

After the eating had finished, us three guys cleared the table which was still swimming in piss. I was then told to lay face down on it. Hugo was then told to mount me and fuck my arse. Whilst the others pissed over us from head to toe. The action being filmed by Ade.

After Hugo had dumped his load, he took my place and Kofi was told to fuck him, the rest of us looking on.

“How about a walk?” Hakim asked after we’d mopped up the piss and I’d had a quick shower using the cloakroom downstairs. It was now dark but being the summer, not full darkness. “You’ll need footwear but nothing else” he grinned. I looked at Hugo who shrugged his shoulders.

So, eight naked guys walked out of the front door and walked down the drive to the road.

“This is fucking crazy” I laughed, “but fucking exciting”.

“Yeah. Gives me a buzz doing crazy things” Kofi added.

After walking along the road for a few yards Hakim led us onto a path into a wooded area. Although the temperature had dropped from earlier, it was still warm to the skin. We came out into open fields. I could see lights in the distance, presumably farmhouses.

“I hope nobody comes along and sees us” Hugo whispered. “I don’t want to be charged with indecent exposure.”

“What’s indecent?” Kofi replied. “We were born naked, and our bodies should be worshipped.”

I agreed, although the same thought had gone through my head. I’d argue in court that I was following my client’s instructions!”

“Fuck” Hugo whispered, “there’s someone coming.”

I looked where he was pointing and watched a young naked guy walking towards us.

“Hi, Sam. You decided to come” Hakim said.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want to miss this. Crept out of the house. Parents in bed. They won’t miss me.”

“How are things?”

“Had a row with him earlier this evening. Called me a fucking poof. I’ve decided I’ve got to leave home, sooner the better. My dad is a complete bastard and is still living in the nineteenth century.”

Hakim introduced the three of us, and the other three guys he didn’t know, before we continued our crazy walk. Sam moved alongside me, and I found out about his homophobic father who treated his son appallingly and showed no love. His mother did her best but was too overpowered by her brute of a husband.

“Want to come back with us?” Hakim asked him.

“Yeah, great” he replied.

After a few more minutes of walking, we were back to the path that led us back to the road and home.

“Did you guys enjoy defying convention and walking naked?” Hakim asked once inside the house.

“It was an experience” I replied.

The next hour was spent fucking Sam and then the three of us. These guys had enormous stamina. It was two in the morning when we decided it was time for bed and Sam retrieved his bike, and clothes, that he’d hidden inside Hakim’s front garden, and made his way home. However, during the fucking, Bobo had offered Sam an escape from his miserable home life. He and Omari had offered to take him home with them and stay for as long as he wanted. Sam had immediately accepted their generous offer.

His parents were visiting a sick relation the following day, so it was agreed that Bobo and Omari would meet Sam near where he lived and take him home with them in their car. Sam said he’d write his mum a note to say he couldn’t put up with his father’s hatred any longer, so had left home.

As planned, I slept with Bobo and left the other guys to decide their sleeping arrangements. To my surprise, Bobo wanted me to fuck him, which I was more than happy to do.

***

I woke to find Bobo fingering my arse in preparation for his morning fuck. His big cock was soon embedded in my arse and pumping away whilst I woke up.

“Okay, guys. Are we up for some fucking action to take place on a public road?” Hakim asked whilst we enjoyed a late breakfast. What it actually involved was the three of us being fucked over the bonnet of his car whilst Ade filmed. Hakim had hired a van which would be our escape should a car come along. The road concerned was a country lane and miniature cameras had been installed half a mile away in both directions to warn of any vehicle approaching, at which time us naked guys would jump into the back of the van, which would look like roadside assistance.

The whole situation sounded bizarre to me, but that was Hakim and Ade.

We set off at 10 a.m. with the three of us and the three guests, all stark naked, in the back of a van being driven by another mate of Hakim. He and Ade led us in their car to the appointed venue. Once there, I was bent over the front of the bonnet of the car with my arms and legs spread wide apart, and the other two over the wing, our heads meeting in the middle. Bobo, Omari, and Abasi, then fucked us on film.

It was another crazy situation but exciting. Once home, the three guests got dressed and collected Sam as agreed to take him home with them.

The three of us left after lunch and Hakim drove us to Ipswich for our train to London. Before leaving, he gave each of us our fee, plus a generous bonus. We all left feeling very happy.

Over the next few months, Tarone and I became very close. In fact, we fell in love with one another and wanted to live together. As always, Bob solved the ‘how’ problem. Unbeknown to me, he also owned three other apartments in his block. Not as large as his on the top floor, but more than adequate. And he let us have it at a reduced rent.

“How much?” I asked.

He grinned and quoted a figure well below market rate which was subject to us satisfying his sexual needs every so often. It was a good deal for us, so we accepted.

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