Renting Tyler

A friend of mine, who was recently single at that time, began employing the services of rent boys. Clyde, the friend in question, was on the up financially, and his business was flourishing. Having been friends with him in the preceding ten years, I could not have been happier about his success. Sadly, our friendship fizzled out six months later because he started using drugs, and that was just not my scene. According to him, I had also become ‘rather boring.’    

Before we parted ways, however, I met three of the rent boys he regularly employed. The first one he referred to as ‘the security guy.’ Fuck knows what he professionally did, but he was six-foot tall and ruggedly handsome.

The second man Clyde referred to as ‘the rugby player.’ He was stocky and your classic alpha male.

The third individual had a proper name, Miguel. Miguel was Clyde’s favourite of the three. Miguel also doubled up as Clyde’s drug supplier. Miguel was short, stocky, and very macho. Miguel always smelled ultra-masculine, which infinitely appealed to Clyde. Allegedly, Miguel had a libido that was staggering.

Several months after our friendship ended I was away on a business trip. Arriving back at my hotel at around six p.m., I turned to the classified section in the newspaper I was perusing. With my mental itch still festering after meeting Clyde’s trio of pleasure, I came upon an M2M massage agency. For the next two hours, I toyed with the idea of finally soothing my ‘irksome’ itch.

At eight p.m., I finally dialled the number of the agency. I informed the man on the phone of my needs, and he said that Anton would be by in forty-five minutes. I prepared both physically and mentally for Anton’s arrival.

After I heard a knock at the door, I got met by a satisfactory-looking, six-foot-tall young man. He wasn’t very handsome but had a fetching smile and friendly demeanour. He was also slimmer than I had expected. After introducing himself as Tyler, he apologized that Anton was indisposed and unable to call on me. Doing my best not to show it, I somewhat disappointedly invited him in.

As we chatted, he told me that he was a straight guy, who did this nature of work to supplement his meagre daytime wages. He was serving an apprenticeship at the time and got poorly paid. He also made it clear that he only played safe. Tyler did not kiss at all and stressed that he only used condoms. He had a beautiful lithe physique and was noticeably a regular visitor to the gym. He informed me that he had hurried from the gym to attend to me, apologizing about the fact that he had not yet showered. I assured him that that was not a problem at all, joking about my approval of his somewhat funky smell that was sending my lust into overdrive.

As we chatted, he reminded me that the session only lasted an hour and that he could not be late for his pickup at the allotted time. After we undressed, I got a good look at him and was not sad that the hunkier Anton I had requested could not make it. Above all, Tyler’s cock was a thing of majesty. It was long and thick and flopped about brazenly as he moved. He also had a fat meaty foreskin that entranced me.

Tyler then asked me to lie face down on the bed so that he could commence massaging me. After retrieving a tube of lotion from the haversack that Tyler had arrived with, he sat on my thighs. He had unbelievably powerful hands and worked my back firmly. As his body moved back and forth, I felt his hardening penis nestle between my arse cheeks.

Ten minutes later, in a husky voice, he asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“Definitely,” I answered with a sigh before continuing, “But I would like to suck your knob first.”

After hopping off me, he stood next to the bed. Lying on the bed, I placed my hand on his backside and soon started lapping upon his juicy foreskin. As I retracted the hood, there was the wonderful pungent smell that a glans exudes after a day encased in the most delightful tube of skin on a natural man’s body. As I sucked and savoured the musty glans excitedly, his dominant hands sheathed my head sturdily as he commenced skull-fucking me solidly. The firmness of his backside in my grasping hands, combined with my oral pounding, was mind-blowing. My mouth and throat had never got tested so severely in my life.

Panic set in as his body began to shudder. Much as the explosion of cream in my mouth was heavenly, I was concerned, that after he had cum our rendezvous would get terminated.

“Oh, shit,” I exclaimed as I licked my lips, “I was hoping you would fuck me.”

With a chuckle, he replied, “Don’t worry, buddy, we’ve still got thirty minutes, as my girlfriend could tell you, I can fuck and cum all night long.”

Casually retrieving a condom from his bag, he expertly rolled it over his cock.

Although Tyler’s cock was at least nine inches long, his effortless entry amazed me. With his torso raised on his outstretched arms, he gradually gathered momentum, fucking me sensually as I lay on my stomach. He modulated his pace magnificently and gave me double the pleasure I had ever received from any other man. His thrusting was slow but insistent. Enveloped in the masculine hum of his armpits, I wished the moment would last forever. Never before or since did I ever meet any man who could use his knob more effectively as his serpentine hips rhythmically swayed above me.

Announcing he was about to cum later, I begged him, rather to again do so in my mouth, not wanting to waste a drop of his sap. As I turned onto my back, he tugged the condom he was wearing off and threw it next to the bed. Scooting up my body, he sat lightly on my chest and began stroking himself. It took him a good ten minutes after that to unload, but it was well worth the wait. He sprayed another remarkable load of spunk into my mouth, which I again relished with delight. I licked and cleaned his knob afterward before we got off the bed. I also pushed my luck by begging him to allow me to lick his ripe armpits before he got dressed.

Tyler giggled as my tongue lapped his skanky coves, informing me that he was sure his girlfriend would never do this. I even had the pleasure of running my fingertips in his sweaty crack as licked his pits. After I had done so Tyler was rock-hard again, but we had run out of time. I had never been so sorry that I had not drawn extra cash that day.

Afterward, we exchanged a few pleasantries while dressing, after which I handed over his envelope. Strangely, as he was leaving he gave me an awkward man-hug at the door and even kissed me on the mouth.

Once Tyler had left, I observed the condom that he had thrown next to the bed. I was astonished after picking it up and realizing it was brim-full with spunk. I was very impressed as I savoured his third load from the condom. As I lay there in the afterglow, I raised my finger to my nostrils and inhaled the rich smell of his heady bum stink. Within a minute, I shot the biggest load of my life.  

Although Tyler did give me his mobile number, I was never again able to get hold of him. Regrettably, his phone number was no longer active on my next visit. To this day, I often think about him and the lucky bitch he finally married.