“Evening, this way please”, Jake regurgitates automatically as he opens the guest door for the next patron to scurry in, out of the cold. Every Friday and Saturday, 8 pm – 3 am, togged up in typical “bouncer” suit, brings in extra cash to help Jake survive his university years away from home. This shit hole discotheque guarantees an “upheaval” every 30 minutes, generally involving a drunk nicking drinks or peeing in the corner, or a mouthy “bird” edging her dim witted “boyfriend” into a fight…
Overall, it beats waiting “Yes Sir, no Madam” in a posh restaurant or persevering for a fiver an hour in an oily burger cafe. With limited support funds from his eldest brother and his weekend work, Jake barely meets all his essential expenses — until his course fee instalment falls due every quarter, which drags Jake back into serious debt, plus knowing that next year’s fees will incur another increase. Even though Jake is currently amongst the top 5 students of excellence within his year’s cohort, it’s getting increasingly demanding trying to prioritise between increasing academic intensity and work to keep his bills at bay.
“Heh, come in, cozy yourself in the lounge, won’t be long” and with a cute wink, John’s lean but defined silky white torso draped in a snow-white cotton towel, hopped back to the bedroom. It’s quite common for John to be caught “busy”, so Jake is used to making himself at home in John’s rather posh apartment, with its central heating compared to the coin-operated twin bar heater at Jake’s; pile carpet versus lino; wall-sized LED smart tv to a crackling radio; whole worktop kitchen with all the usual Bosch mod cons to a Belling cooker with one working ring and kaput oven; and a sporadic broken spring stained mattress rescued from the skip on the floor, compared to a super-duper memory trans-Atlantic airliner “sleepeezee” mattress that John and his “friend” are both exercising upon at the moment. No wonder Jake tends to spend most of his time at John’s rather than back at his own tiny box room in the attic of a three-bedroom student dive.
John, a tall 6 foot 2 inches of rustic Englishness from Cornwall boasts a lean, defined, wide-chested, smooth, dusky silky physique, topped with typical Anglo-Saxon pitch-black, wavy, thick hair, adorned tantalisingly on either side with escaping wisps from between his youthful firm biceps and the deep taut muscular walls of his armpits. However, the most appealing sight on this adoring youthful masculinity is the innocent growth of soft fur, emerging as if in childhood haste from the pubes of the most spunky guy, creeping in an erotic trail over lean, firm, packed abs up to his navel, completing the perfect art form of the most expensive and sought after “guy of leisure” around.
A second-year architect student, one of those who never have to spend much time studying nor even attend lectures, but are always able to scrap through exams, John — the product of middle class British society, with the accent and mannerism to endorse his place in the hierarchy — has adopted his current lifestyle without any qualms, as it allows him to fulfil his gay identity whilst tottering along with his studies as he enjoys a comfortable stable. From John, Jake learnt the difference between the common “rent boy” who generally will lie, steal, beg or borrow and of course sell whatever in order to fund an addiction or criminal practice, and a “guy of leisure” — a station John believes he profess to advocate as; to provide a professional personal service to the discerning few. The returns from this vocation, Jake has witnessed for himself, are unworldly unbelievable, both in rewards as well as in benefits. The apartment John resides in now belongs to his “friend”, for him to use whilst he’s at university.
After a night out at the university student union bar/disco, Jake and John returned to John’s apartment. As usual Jake used the same excuse that his place is too far to walk home! Jake rustled up a quick snack and as both guys sat gobbling and chatting, John’s Apple phone came to life. After a long, drawn-out discussion with his agent, John agreed to a “job” in Dubai! John is to taxi to Heathrow in three hours’ time, fly to Dubai, and be back Sunday evening! John has never done any international jobs before, never mind a blind posting! Thus, tingly feelings of excitement mixed with concerns and worries abound. But neither of them discussed or dwelled on the negatives, but simply concentrated on the positives. Privately, Jake felt his usual gut wrench cold feeling of concern and despair for his friend who’s flying into the unknown seedy dark world of international sex work, but Jake trusts and supports his mate’s decision. As Jake helped John load his overnight luggage into the taxi, John asked him to stay the weekend in his apartment, partly because John knows his mate prefers to, but also because knowing Jake is there in case John needs to contact his mate, is in itself consoling to him. Of course, Jake agreed without hesitation — out of private convenience, but also to remain supportive and be there for his friend. To date, if anyone asked what the relationship between the two mates was, one would have said it’s “fluid”. It’s easy to label John as gay, but Jake invokes the fluidity of the relationship as though he’s well at ease to sleep within the arms of close male friends, and freely indulges in being physically enjoyed, his piss tool drained by guys. Jake distances himself from any show of gay love or sex, thus is Jake bi? Or is he simply using the gay services to satisfy, to relieve his personal sexual desires?
Socially, Jake adapts to a normal circle of friends of both sexes. Cohabitation-wise, the many times Jake spent overnights at Johns, the expectation was for Jake to use the guest room, which is where Jake lands his kit bag and all of his changes of clothes and belongings; however, as both mates are so casual and at ease with each other, both are never apart. So they usually end up in the same room, chatting. One would be on PS4 whilst the other would be on his lap top, etc. without a care in the world, strutting naked or lying in bed watching tv with one hand rearranging his manhood under his joggers. Both are so used to each other’s torso that brotherhood trumps sexual inhibitions. The aroma of CK1 dulls the senses as Jake is awoken by the horny but familiar feeling of John’s tight moist mout gliding sensually up and down the full length of his humongous cock, which is now throbbing and leaking precum, welcoming John back from Dubai. John continues his vicious rampage as Jake struggles uncontrollably, his balls starts filling up, unconsciously causing his entire torso to jerk, heave and pound all over. His abs are tense as fuck, arms taut, skin slowly emitting a sweaty shine and Jake’s typical guy aroma that simply turns John wild, so John continues to viciously mouth and ravage Jake’s now solid hard meat… Until finally Jake succumbs and flings both his arms up over his head in surrender of his entire groin and pulsating manhood to be raped. Then, as if on purpose, the ravaging halts; John, who from past experience is well versed in his mate’s sexual reactions, purposely halted just in time to viciously edge Jake. Instead, John now slowly creeps up Jake’s quivering torso, tonguing a salivary path upwards from his precum-stained groin, pubes, abs, and navel up to his sports-trained, muscularly structured, flat, firm chest, before his perky, sensual, yet torturous lips end on each of Jake’s nipples — nibbling until each one is erect and perky — before seeking a path down into the nearest armpit to rummage within its blond furry hairs. There, licking and sniffing until Jake is all weak and submissive, his mouth searches out the other nipple, to repeat the entire sequence again and again, edging Jake till he’s horny as fuck, leaving trails of precum all over the sheets… John stops, just when Jake’s entire body is humming with sexual desire, bursting with his rich, sports-inspired guy spunk, at the brink of exploding… “Jake, you remember Ian, the banker?” asked John. Jake nodded; he’s met Ian a few times, as he’s one of John’s regular clients, usually when Ian was leaving after a session with John, or once, when Jake woke up from the couch in the lounge to find Ian sitting on the same couch eyeing his sleeping body. John was in the shower. “Ian wants a session with us, you and me. He’s offering you £500.” Even though both guys have openly discussed and even joked about this line of work, John had never involved Jake, so initially he was taken aback; even annoyed that his privacy had been invaded, but due to their friendship, Jake acknowledges no malice from his mate. “Heh, no worries if you’re not interested, but I notice you’re always worried about your expenses, especially when your fees are due, and your stubbornness in refusing to accept my contribution, I just thought you might want to earn your own income,” John explained honestly. Putting morals and standards aside, that amount of cash would immediately solve the next quarter’s fees, plus at least the next month’s rent! But what’s expected of him? What has he got to do? There is no way he can get a hardon with Ian all over him. As if reading his thoughts, John assured Jake that he would ensure Jake had nothing to worry about. Just give it a go, and if it’s not for him, he could abscond anytime. After much contemplation and John’s reassurance, Jake agrees with high consternation. “You wanna earn £500 now?” “What? Now?” “Yes, Ian picked me up from the airport this morning. He’s waiting downstairs in his car!” Jake agreed. Jake went for a shower; John brought Ian up and left him in the bedroom, with the lights off. John and Jake entered the dark room, and with Jake standing by the bed, John starts molesting Jake. As he felt his mate’s slim, smooth physique and smells his distinctive CK1 scent, Jake felt very much at home, relaxed and in fact was starting to enjoy the dark sensation.
John continued his horn and edge treatment on Jake, mouthing his cock. As both hands tweaked his nipples Jake got well horny and started moaning and groaning. The sensation is suddenly increased as he feels his butt cheeks being caressed, whilst a mouth is replacing the hand tweaking his nipples. Then a hand slowly raised Jake’s right arm, and the mouth moved from the nipple to Jake’s stretched open armpit, while another mouth is busy ravaging his cock. By now, both of Jake’s hands are clasped behind his head, exposing his masculine, bushy armpits spread wide open; his chest is spread wide apart, both nipples standing to attention, his legs akimbo, his youthful manhood, cock and balls, hanging between his legs! Jake’s entire sports-trained physique is now standing spread wide open, every part of his body totally exposed, defenceless for four roving hands and two hungry mouths to explore and molest!
Within an hour, Jake shot two loads of his rich, tasty protein cream, an experience he’s never had before, and since that session, Jake never had any issues meeting his university expenses again.
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