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Sex Without Daddy

Although I had moved in with Dad and my brother John I still enjoyed trolling the various cruising spots I had identified as I visited the stores in my region.

One of the busiest and most fun fuck spots was a tiny, old cottage in Newmarket. Most famous for its racecourse, Newmarket was quite a small town dominated by the horse racing and breeding fraternity. It’s populace was divided into two distinct categories – horsey people with money, who formed the elite of the town, and those who served them. The vast difference between the two was best illustrated by the type of housing they inhabited. The rich were predominantly gathered at the North and West of the town in their large, ostentatious mansions and the less well off in the old council estate and new housing initiatives on the other side of the main street.

The cottage was smack bang in the middle of town, tucked down an alley between a pub and a row of shops. It had a urinal that a maximum of four could use and two cubicles that had a roughly four inch hole gouged out in the Formica covered chipboard wall that separated them – plenty big enough to fit a nicely erect penis’s through.

I had found it by accident. The car park I used when visiting Newmarket was at the back of the High Street and it was, I think, on either my third or fourth visit that I discovered the alley leading from it to where my car was parked. It turned out to be the short alleyway that held the public toilet block. As I walked towards it, briefcase in hand, I saw three men either leave or enter the Gents side of the building in the space of less than two minutes and as a seasoned member of the ‘Cottage’ club I felt a familiar stirring in my pants at the realisation I had found a new fuck pit. I hurried to the car, threw my briefcase into the boot, shed my jacket and tie and promptly headed back to the alleyway. My heart was pumping faster with anticipation – who or what would I meet in there? Was my instinct correct? Perhaps it wasn’t a cruising spot at all, just a busy toilet.

My fears evaporated the minute I rounded the wall just inside the door that stopped people looking in at those using the convenience. Two men were using the urinal while a third leant against the sinks opposite. When I say two men were using the urinal, that’s not strictly speaking true. Whilst they were in fact at the urinal, they were not emptying their bladders. One was on his knees with the other’s cock firmly encased in his mouth. My guess was that the gentleman being blown wasn’t very big as the one sucking for his life was showing no signs of distress as his nose buried itself in the thick black bush at the base of the other man’s cock.

All three tensed and looked at me when I walked in, visibly relaxing when they knew I wasn’t a policeman. ‘Please,’ I said, ‘don’t let me stop you.’

The man on his knees returned to the task in hand, or rather, mouth, and I went and stood with the third man by the sinks. All three of them were at least twenty years older than me and all but one was overweight. The strange thing about cottaging was that preconceived notions and ideas as to what and who was acceptable sexually went out of the window once you got caught up in the thrill of illicit sex. Guys I would never have even looked at in a bar or nightclub were suddenly rather attractive and more than acceptable in the heat of the moment. It is true to say that some of the best and most exciting sex I have had has been with complete strangers in dangerous places, where sex was purely an act of animalistic coupling without emotional engagement. Quite literally, ‘wham, bam, thank you man’.

The guy being blown was close to cumming and the one servicing him now had his cock out of his trousers and was furiously wanking it. The man I was standing next to was suggestively rubbing his obvious erection through his trousers and kept looking from the pornographic scene before us to me,  his actions clearly designed to prompt positive action on my part. I was sort of interested but at the same time none of the three really appealed to me. Two clearly needed to bathe more often and the third was just not doing it for me. I was about to leave when a forth man entered the building. He was about sixty years old, tall with thick white hair and a goatee. He didn’t look to be overweight in fact from the way his clothes hung on him my guess was that he looked after himself.

He quickly took in the scene before him, paused for a moment then motioned at me with his head that I should follow him outside. I must admit to be being intrigued, so I did. Remember, I was in my twenties and followed a pretty strict fitness regime. I didn’t think I had much to worry about from a sixty something year old, however fit and healthy he was – I could run faster if nothing else.

I found him waiting for me at the end of the alley that gave out onto the car park. He was casually smoking a cigarette and as I approached he offered the pack to me. Marlboro Reds, my favourite brand at the time. I took a cigarette from the pack and accepted a light from him, allowing our hands to touch as I shielded the flame of his lighter from the breeze. Maybe it was because I lived with an older man who I found irresistible that I found myself drawn to this well dressed, well preserved, very elegant man. ‘Charles,’ he said offering me his hand to shake. I accepted it. ‘Phil,’ I replied.

‘I haven’t seen you around here before have I? New to the town or just passing through?’ His questions were friendly but carried a tone of authority that thanks’ to Dad I had come to like. In short, his voice and manner were turning me on.

‘I work here occasionally. This is the first time I’ve been in there.’ I tried to maintain an air of confidence when I answered him. I didn’t want him to know I was slightly intimidated by his dominant stance and self-assurance. He oozed upper middle class money. Everything about him told the world he was an alpha and that he always expected to get what he wanted. My cock was beginning to enjoy the attention he was giving me especially when, in full view of anyone who happened to be watching he reached out and drew the palm of his hand across the side of my face in a gesture that spoke of ownership.

‘You’re a very good looking young man Phil. I would like to take you to my bed. I think I would enjoy you.’ A statement, not a request, and I noted with a slight shiver running down my spine there was no mention of me enjoying him. He was the hunter, I was his prey. His next statement surprised me – a lot. ‘I will pay well for the pleasure of your pert little arse.’ I was taken aback at the realisation he was offering me money to have sex with him, especially as I’d already decided I was his for the taking. ‘A hundred pounds? Would that be enough? You’ll earn it young man that I can promise you.’ I took my time answering. I’d never been offered payment for sex before and I wasn’t sure how to respond. Charles spoke again, clearly understanding the reason for my hesitance. ‘I’ve shocked you. My apologies. I just assumed you would need payment for one so young and pretty to have sex with an old fossil like me.’

‘No ah, no it’s not that. It’s just I’ve never been offered money before. I didn’t expect it.’ My reply felt subdued and he picked up on it.

‘I imagine you like to be told what to do don’t you Phil? Is you’re partner older than you by any chance?’ I responded before thinking.

‘How did you know?’

‘Is he aware that his boy likes to play away? What would he say if he knew you were here with me now, accepting my offer?’

‘I haven’t accepted anything yet. And no, he doesn’t mind.’ I let my anger show.

‘Good boy, I like a bit of spirit. And of course you’ve accepted my offer – you’re still here aren’t you?’ His arrogance was breath-taking. But he was right, I had decided to accept his money. I would be his whore for a couple of hours. My dick loved the idea. Charles turned towards the carpark. ‘I assume you are parked in here?’ I nodded. ‘You can follow me then. I’m in the Rolls.’ He pointed to a fairly new Rolls Royce, easily the biggest car there. ‘I live well out of town.’

It took about half an hour for us to reach his house which stood in substantial grounds behind a six foot high red brick wall and automatic iron gates. It was a large, elegant Georgian house of perfect proportions and stood three stories high with separate stables that had been converted to garages. He drove passed the house straight to the stables and parked his Rolls in the only space available. The other six bays were taken by an assortment of old and new super-car classics. I recognised an E-type Jag, two Ferraris and a Morgan. There were three other types I hadn’t seen before and after parking my VW I wandered over to have a look at them.

‘You like cars?’

‘Love them. What’s that?’ I pointed to a old but beautiful soft top.

‘She’s a 1934 Riley Nine Lynx. Beautiful isn’t she?’ I nodded. ‘Please, take a closer look.’ I didn’t need to be told twice. I entered the garage and instantly fell in love. ‘She was an absolute wreck when I found her. I’ve spent the last six years having her restored. My people are working on a 1928 Bentley at the moment. Brute of a machine, but I couldn’t resist her.’

‘Are all your cars female?’ I smiled at him. His answering laugh was surprisingly warm and he visibly relaxed as he saw me doing likewise. He wasn’t as intimidating as I had at first thought, and his passion for cars gave us common ground on which to walk.

‘I suppose they are, yes. Only bloody women I’ll ever trust mind.’ He laughed again. ‘Chattering things tend to get on my nerves after a while. Much prefer the company of men.’ He moved to stand next to me and pulled me towards him, his hands firmly holding my waist. ‘Especially attractive young spunks like you.’ I swear I blushed. ‘Time you started earning your hundred pounds I think.’ My dick was hard in seconds. He felt it push against his. ‘I’ll take that as a yes then.’ He kissed very well. His lips and tongue made love to my mouth, and although I wasn’t used to one, the feeling of his goatee on my cleanly shaved face was a huge turn-on. His smell was clean with a hint of cologne and his mouth tasted of fresh mint. I was in no doubt who was in charge of the kiss, if I so much as tried to push back into his mouth with my tongue I received a firm squeeze on my waist that made plain I was the receiver not the pitcher.

Our mouths parted and he took a step back. There was a definite twinkle in his eyes as he took a long lust filled look at me. ‘Take your shirt off please – slowly. I want you to tease me.’

‘No touching then Charlie. You stand there and watch.’ If he was surprised at my taking charge he didn’t show it. He simply cracked a big smile, leant back against a pillar and put his hands in his pockets. ‘Ah, ah Charlie. Hands out – I said no touching. That means your cock too.’ Now he looked surprised. ‘I’ll touch you when I’m ready to. When I decide.’ His hands were removed and allowed to hang at his sides. I took two steps forward so that I was less than six inches from him. ‘You need to remember who the whore is here Charlie.’ I ran a finger over his bulging crotch, ‘let me do my job.’ I leaned towards him and gently bit his bottom lip at the same time as giving his substantial erection a firm squeeze through his straining trousers.

I stepped back and slowly, button by button opened my shirt. Leaving it tucked in my suit trousers I pushed my right hand inside to find my left nipple and began to squeeze and twist it. My nipples have always had a direct line to my cock and anyone playing with them, even myself, was a sure fire way to get my eyes rolling and my throat to issue sounds of arousal and passion. I brought my left hand to my mouth and sensuously made love to my index finger, sucking and gently biting it as I would if giving his cock a blow job. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing had become louder and heavier. ‘Sexy little fucker aren’t you?’ Charles growled. His hands were twitching at his sides, desperate to get hold of me. I slid my shirt off my shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor exposing my tight, toned torso to him for the first time. ‘Very nice. Very, very nice.’ His voice was barely a whisper and he began to take a step towards me.

I put a finger against his chest and pushed him back. ‘I told you to stay there Charlie boy. I’ll tell you when you can move.’ He stepped back, this time sitting on an upturned box that stood by the pillar. He clasped his hands in front of him and lay them on his bulging lap. I let him have that one – technically he wasn’t actually touching himself, just resting his hands in a comfortable position. ‘Good boy Charlie. Now what would you like me to do next?’

His answer was hoarse and guttural, ‘Take your shoes and socks off. Let me see your feet.’

‘Let me see your feet – what?’

He smiled at me like an indulgent father would to a spoilt child. ‘Let me see your feet ……… please.’

‘You like feet do you Charlie?’ He nodded. ‘Mine have been in these shoes since six this morning. They won’t be exactly sweet.’ His eyes met mine and I saw a hunger for me that gave me confidence to push things further. I walked over to him, ‘But you like that don’t you Charlie? You like sweaty hot feet don’t you?’ Our eyes stayed locked. ‘Why don’t you take my shoes and socks off for me?’ So saying I lifted my right foot onto his knee then pushed it forward so it rested on his bulging cock and balls. I pushed down on them making him groan in pleasure. ‘Now Charlie. Take them off for me now.’

He fumbled with the laces, eventually un-knotting them and pulled my foot out of the shoe. I don’t have particularly smelly feet even when they are tired and sweaty but the odour given off as my sock clad foot hit fresh air was enough to illicit more growls and groans from the gentleman paying the bill. ‘Now the sock Charlie.’ I wanted to see what he would do when confronted with my naked foot. His reaction surprised me. He fell to his knees and brought my foot to his mouth where he reverently kissed the tips of each of my toes whilst inhaling the smell of them. He placed my naked foot on the floor and unfastened and removed my other shoe. Pulling my sock off he repeated the toe kissing ritual then to finish sucked my big toe into his mouth and performed fellatio on it. This was new to me and I was completely taken aback by the amazing sensations that rocketed between my rock hard dick and the toe he was sucking. I had to hold onto his shoulders to stop myself falling over and a cry of surprise and ecstasy echoed round the stable block.

I needed to regain control. I was enjoying my domination of this fine alpha male. Of course I knew it wouldn’t last but it was fun whilst he allowed it. I stepped back and put my hands on my hips, my legs spread with my feet planted firmly on the ground in what I hoped was a pose that demonstrated power and authority. Charles kindly played along, remaining on his knees with his arms hanging at his sides once more. I moved a hand to my belt buckle, Charles leaned involuntarily towards me. ‘Would you like to unfasten my belt Charlie?’ His lust filled eyes were sparkling and a sly smile of amusement spread across his face.

‘I think this game has gone on long enough don’t you Phil?’ He stood and walked up to me dominating me with his height and natural authority. ‘It’s time to let the piper play the tune.’ His arm moved with startling speed. His hand grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and twisted it to one side exposing my neck. Like a vampire he brought his mouth down onto it and bit and sucked twisting my hair and forcing my head further back and round. I clasped hold of his arm with both hands, not to stop him but to prevent myself from falling he had me so off balance. His head rose, he pulled mine up and straight again. ‘That mark will remind you just who is in charge Phil. Now get the rest of your clothes off and go and stand in the middle of the lawn, hands behind your back.’

Shaking with both excitement and trepidation I did as instructed. As my underwear came off my seven inch cock smacked up hard against my stomach. It had been a while since I had been this hard. So hard that my ample foreskin was drawn completely back and I knew from experience it would stay there until I either came or lost my erection. I hesitated only a moment as the look on Charles’s face told me enough to know he would brook no argument, then walked naked and erect across the paved yard to the soft green lawn. Once I got to what I guessed to be near enough the centre of it I stopped and put my arms behind my back. ‘Don’t move. Don’t turn around.’ Again I did as instructed, wondering what would come next. As much as I had enjoyed playing at dominating Charles I was much happier in this submissive role and the not knowing what he would do added excitement and anticipation to our game. I glanced down at my cock which was throbbing in time with my heart. My god it was hard. I was wearing the new metal cock-ring Dad had given me and I loved the way it prevented blood leaving my fuck stick making the big vein on top stand out prominently.

I was snapped out of my self-admiration by two hands taking possession of my hard young buttocks. They were pulled apart and I felt the tip of what could only be a very thick cock press against my rose bud. ‘This is what I’m paying for young man, I hope you’re going to be worth it.’ He pressed harder and I instinctively tried to pull away. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be fucked there and then it was the fact that he had spent no time loosening me up nor was there any lubricant being used. ‘Oh no you don’t young lad. I’m paying for this. It’s mine.’ I twisted free and turned to face him with some aggression.

‘Not without fucking lube it isn’t. I’m not a fucking bucket arse.’

Charles stood and smiled his hand casually stroking up and down if not the longest then certainly one of the thickest cocks I had ever seen. He was as naked as me and I found myself quickly losing my anger as I admired his still hard and well defined body. Sure you could tell he was past the prime of life but if I look half as good at his age as he did, I would be very happy. His stomach was still flat with the tell tale remains of a six pack. His arms and legs were strong and muscular but it was his chest that really impressed. He didn’t have a hair on his body and his big sexy pecs really stood out as a result. His nipples were huge and had obviously been pulled and twisted many a time to reach the size and prominence they now displayed. From what I could see his back was broad at the shoulders tapering down to his still trim waist. His bum looked to be big, round and well-muscled. If ever I had seen an alpha male he was it. Older than I was used to he may have been but my god he was hot and I was as horny as hell just from looking at him.

‘I need lube Charles, I can’t just bend over and take that monster without it I don’t care how much money you are paying me.’ To give him his due, he stopped trying to assault me and apologised, looking somewhat shamefaced as he explained that he had forgotten himself for a minute when he had watched my arse as I walked away from him to the lawn. His lust had got the better of him.

‘Let’s go inside where I can look after you properly.’ I followed him indoors and up the stairs to what I took to be his bedroom. The house was like something out of a magazine. The sort of residence House and Garden might have featured. I’m no expert but I suspect that most of the furniture I saw was either antique or very expensive designer hand made stuff. I did recognise the odd bit of china and glassware from my own professional dealings in that trade but most was way outside of my knowledge and experience.

His bedroom was enormous with huge windows in one wall and a mixture of old masters and modern upstarts on the other three. My feet literally sank into the deep pile of the carpet and a glint catching my eye made me look up to see a large mirror suspended from the ceiling over the biggest bed in the world. ‘I always think a good craftsman needs a good bench on which to work,’ intoned Charles when he saw the expression on my face as I admired the aircraft carrier he called a bed. He climbed onto it and knelt in the middle facing me. ‘Come here young man and let me atone for my appalling behaviour outside on the lawn.’

I crawled across the bed to where he knelt. I found my face level with his penis. He was circumcised, shaved and beautifully smooth and hard. I wrapped a hand around the thick shaft and felt a small frisson of fear prick at my brain when it became apparent I would need an extension of at least an inch and a half if my finger and thumb were ever going to meet when holding this monster. I’m not saying he was thick but I could only just get is helmet in my mouth and that was with my lips stretched to almost splitting. He tasted amazing with sweet precum dripping from the big central eye. Try as I might I couldn’t get another millimetre of his cock down my throat, he was just too thick, so I decided to use a mouth and hand coordination on him. I licked and sucked up and down the hard shaft, coating it in my slippery spit, then using both hands I formed a sheath around  it and taking his leaking helmet back in my aching mouth I began to suck and pump him. The groan of pleasure he emitted was enough to tell me I was hitting his spot. He put his hands on my head and helped support it as I feasted on his fat manhood. ‘Oh God Phil, that is so nice. Just keep doing that.’ I really didn’t need encouragement, now I had a rhythm established and my mouth had adjusted to his size I was having fun. I had never felt so full and the amount of saliva I was producing told me my body wanted this awesome tool in a deeper, warmer hole than the one currently servicing it. I have learned over time that if my saliva becomes thick and copious it is my body letting me know it’s ready for a good fucking. That all has been checked out and it’s safe to proceed. Sounds silly I know but it’s true.

I had Charles’s cock slicked up and so hard my squeezing fist made little impression on it. I decided to go for it. I flipped onto my back and pulled my legs wide and close to my chest revealing my pink pucker. ‘I’m ready when you are Charlie – just lube me up and take it easy.’ He produced a bottle from under the pillow and unscrewed the cap. He poured a thick viscous looking oil onto his fingers then pressed them into my waiting crack. I have no idea what he was using to grease me up but it felt bloody lovely. My eager ring began to tingle and seemed to get warmer. A bolt of pure pleasure coursed through me when he pushed one, then two and finally three thick fingers inside my slut-hole, twisting and fucking them round and round and in and out. I felt another bottle being pressed into my hand. ‘Sniff these. It’ll help relax you.’

Poppers. I absolutely love having a bottle of poppers shoved up my nose when my arse is being used and abused. I turn into an insatiable sex fiend once the drug hits my system. I removed the top from the small brown bottle and inhaled deeply, first one nostril then the other. It took a few moments but all at once I felt myself spin as a pleasant almost overpowering dizziness hit me. I pulled my legs as wide as I could and pushed my cunt down hard onto the fingers invading it. Charles pushed back using all but his thumb and I cried out loud as his four fingers entered me. My head thrashed from side to side and my breath came in gasps and gulps. He pushed and twisted for seemed an age to relax and widen the entrance to my mancunt as much as possible in readiness for the beer can of a dick I knew was soon to follow. I hit the poppers again just as he took my precum coated cock into his mouth. With his fingers fucking and stretching my hole and his tongue dancing with my dick I was completely gone and at his mercy.

The poppers drove my lust ever higher and stronger, I could wait no longer. ‘Fuck me now Charlie. Please.’ I begged. ‘Fucking fuck me. I need your cock in my cunt. NOW.’ I was beyond reason, desperate for the feel of Charles’s raw, hot, monster fuck stick deep inside me. He didn’t need to be asked twice quickly kneeling between my outstretched legs, putting the bulbous end of his frighteningly thick cock against the opening to my more than ready love chute. How I didn’t scream the house down as he pushed himself into me I’ll never know. With just his enormous helmet lodged firmly inside the entrance to my cunt I felt as though a horse had skewered me. My God he was thick. I thought Dad’s girth impressive but he had nothing on this older, sexy, demanding man. From somewhere in the distance I heard Charles talking to me, and slowly I adjusted to his invasion and he was able to push deeper and deeper into me.

‘That’s good Phil. Deep breaths and relax.’ You fucking relax I thought as I struggled to accept the man meat he was feeding me. ‘Have some more poppers.’ God idea Charlie I said to myself. Where the fuck are they?

I found the small brown bottle and quickly removed the lid. I went for broke – holding my nostrils closed with my spare hand I inhaled the aromas through my mouth. The effect was guaranteed to be stronger and more long lasting doing it this way as much more of the drug was taken into my system. It hit me almost instantly and I pushed back against and onto the baby’s arm that was creeping further and further into me. Suddenly the pain was gone and I felt abso – fucking – lutely  stuffed full. It was a kind of heaven. I began to move slowly on Charles’s cock, grinding my destroyed ring onto his pelvic bone. My prostate was being mashed and mangled by the monster tumescence crushing and rubbing against it. I took another hit from the poppers just as my inner sphincter gave way to the pressure being applied to it and Charles took total, and I mean total possession of my pussy. Never had my gut felt so full, so stretched, so fucking good!

Charles began a slow fuck of my gaping cunt taking his time to make each thrust just that little bit longer, deeper, harder. I don’t remember when I realised I was being fucked like a slack assed whore but at some point I had obviously completely relaxed and accepted everything Charlie could drive  into me, and boy did he drive. I have come to love being fucked by older men over the years. For one, they tend to know what they are doing; two, they definitely last a lot longer, taking their time and enjoying my arse; thirdly they make sure I enjoy it too. And that was what Charles did now. He slowed right down, withdrawing almost all of his dick before slowly and with one steady push, driving the whole of his well-greased piston back into me only stopping when his balls rested on my arse. Time and time again he fucked his magnificent, throbbing cock in and out of me. I didn’t need poppers now, my mind was totally focused on the truly unbelievable sensations buzzing at light speed up and down every nerve in my body. My cunt had never felt so responsive and I could feel all the arse juice I was producing making Charles’s access all the more slick and easy.

He pushed his hands down on my spread thighs forcing my lags as far apart as nature would allow, then pressed his hips hard against them to ensure they remained as wide as possible. His hands were placed either side of my head and he began to power fuck me, slamming his pelvis into me, opening me up as never before. I began to wonder if I would be ruined for any lesser cock for ever after as he lifted me off the bed each time his balls slapped hard against my stretched and aching buttocks, his pelvic bone grinding into me. I screamed and shouted, begged and whimpered. My hands clung to any part of his body I could reach, my fingers like claws scratching his shoulders and upper back. I paid as much attention to his nipples as I could and I was correct - he did enjoy having them tortured.  My dick was oozing cum and I swear I had orgasm after orgasm as he pummelled me.

Then suddenly, with one final massive thrust that pushed me six inches further up the bed he bellowed and began to blast his thick sweet cum into my near exhausted gut. His back arched, his head was thrown back and his hips bucked and jumped against me as jet after jet was released from his huge and bursting balls. That finished me and with a mighty gush a geyser of scalding spunk flew from my wildly bouncing cock. I hit myself in the eyes, up my nose even in my ear with my own seed filled juice and it tasted fucking wonderful.

It took several minutes for us both to return to earth after our simultaneous blast off, during which time my legs were allowed to relax round Charles’s waist and he held me in his strong arms as he lightly licked as mush of my jizz off my face and neck as he could. Eventually he rolled off me and lay next to me breathing heavily. I closed my eyes, lowered my legs back to their normal, comfortable position and contemplated the imagined state of my totally wrecked arse.  I needn’t have worried. Charles made me roll onto my stomach and for several minutes he gently massaged my sore and aching back and bum cheeks, occasionally trailing a finger around and across my twitching cunt lips. Slowly and blissfully I was returned to a state in which I was able to shower and dress. I had expected that Charles would join me in the shower but he opted to go downstairs to make us both a mug of sweet, milky tea. We sat on the terrace as we drank it, me dressed in my shirt and suit trousers again, he in a thick towelling robe.

I had completely forgotten about the money he had promised me and was embarrassed when he brought out his wallet and opening it began to count out ten twenty pound notes. He held it out to me, ‘There you are young man. Two hundred pounds for the best fuck I’ve had in a very long time. You sir, are truly magnificent.’ I simply sat there staring at the cash in his hand. He sort of waved it a me as he urged me to accept it. ‘Take it. Go on, you’ve bloody well earned it.’

I shook my head, ‘I can’t Charles.’ I tried to explain why it felt wrong to accept payment for something I had derived so much pleasure and enjoyment from. ‘I can’t take your money. I’ve had so much fun with you today and I loved what you did to me. I’m not a whore Charles, I’m just a guy who enjoys sex, especially really, really good sex like we just had. I don’t need money from you.’ I gently pushed his hand holding the money back towards him. ‘I’d like to remember today for the amazing fuck we had not as the day I got paid for my arse. But thanks anyway.’

He smiled and began to chuckle as he returned the money to his wallet. ‘Very well, but at least let me take you out for something to eat. I must admit it would be fun to show you off to some of my, shall we say, less appealing acquaintances. I’d like to make them a little jealous.’

‘That would be nice but I’d better phone Dad to let him know I’ll be home late.’ He looked at me questioningly. ‘I’ll explain later. Alright if I quickly use your phone?’ He showed me where it was and within minutes I was talking to Dad about my afternoon adventure. He got hot and horny himself as I told him in graphic detail how big the cock was I had taken, promising to give me another good seeing to when I got home.

Charles took me to a small but busy pub for dinner where I was introduced to people as his nephew. It was a game I had played many times with Dad and the evening was fun. I got home at just after nine that night and true to his word, Dad took me to bed and reminded me just why I loved him so much.