A week later, Leroy answered the door of his flat wearing a pair of shiny short shorts with side slits and nothing else, as he'd just got home minutes earlier from a Muay Thai session at the estate's gym, his inked skin still lightly sheened with sweat. He pulled me into a rough embrace so I got a good whiff of his musk, and let me in. His flat over-warm as always, I kicked off my trainers at the door as per the no-shoes rule, following him into his lounge, my feet bare on his scuzzy carpet. He flung himself down on the tatty stained sofa, legs spread wide. "Awright bruv, strip off, let me see you." I laughingly peeled off my vest, unbuttoned my cutoffs and kicked them off, and tugged off my trusty jockstrap. Naked, I gave my cock a good tug and it was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling in only a couple of strokes. "Get over here." I wandered over, he'd already pushed his shorts down to his ankles and was waving his hard cock around. "Get to it bruv".
I dropped happily to my knees and took him down my throat as he spat on his fingers and reached down my back to rub my tight pussy. I then worked his shaft with my hand while slurping on his foreskin and running my tongue under it, before licking and sucking his heavy smooth balls. He pushed me back onto his footstool and I raised my legs to give him access to my hairy manhole. He lapped at it greedilly while stroking my cock, then he started to lick and suck my cockhead to harvest the precum before spitting it onto my cunt and diving back in. He spat a few more times on my hole and taint (hitting my tight hairy scrote half the time), drooled spit to his cockhead and shaft, smeared it over the tool, and forced himself up into my guts in one slow but firm stroke. I grunted, wrapped my bare legs around him and pulled him towards me so I could snog him as he started bunnyfucking me in his usual style. After a bit he stood in a crouch and kneeled on the footstool, his cock still buried up me, hooked my right leg over his left shoulder, extended his left leg and planted his big, sweaty bare foot on my face as he started jerking my cock with a spit-slick fist and speeding up his hard fuck. I started licking his sweaty sole, slightly dirty from the floor of his gym, but it was too much for me and I spurted out my load all over my chest and abs. "THAT'S IT BOI", he yelled as he scooped up my slime and smeared it over his meat for extra lubrication. "Flip over mate" he ordered, and I got on all fours so he could mount me like a dog. He fucked his cum-slick cock back up inside me and started to ram hard, breeding my guts in minutes, then fed me his dirty cock to clean as I jerked out a second load which ran down my shaft into my fist and pubes.
He hauled me up by my other hand and led me to his bathroom where he got me to stand in the bath and lean against the wall. He got in behind me and I was surprised as I felt him thumb his semi-hard cock back up into my cunt. A second later and I gasped as he unleashed his hot piss inside my rectum, making me moan at the growing, overwhelming feeling of warm fullness, the pressure making me relax until my own golden flood shot out of my limp cock over the tiled wall. I didn't realise what a fuckin' top pig Leroy was until he withdrew, crouched behind me and told me to push it out: a jet of his own piss, shot through with gobs of his semen, spurted into his open mouth and over his face and chest; he sprayed his mouthful out over my back and glutes before reinserting himself and releasing the rest of his urine inside me.
He gave me a dirty towel to dry off with, and after I'd wiped down, shat out his cummy-piss down the plughole and wiped my ass with the rag, I padded, naked and stinking of piss, back to his living room. I flopped naked and damp down onto his sofa, legs spread, as Leroy fixed us a brew, and when we were done I tugged my cutoffs back up over my bare ass, slipped my vest back on my damp torso, and shoved my bare feet back into my Converse.
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The next time he was in a hurry to be somewhere, so without me stripping he just pushed me down and fed me his cock before bending me over his kitchen counter, yanking down my jeans, spitting on his cock and fucking me hard and rough until my tool spat a dose of jizz over his kitchen cabinets hands-free as he made a DNA deposit high up in my rectum. I pulled my jeans back up over my oozing bunghole as Leroy stuffed his softening tool back in his joggers, then we had a rough hug and I left.
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Leroy phoned me a few days after that. "Bruv, you up for getting fucked by me and me mates for a couple of hours?" I said yes, as long as it cleared the debt, and he agreed. "Remember bruv, these guys just wanna use a hole, they don't see it as gay. You ain't gonna get yer cock sucked or yer ass licked or nuffin', and they don't care if ya cum. Wear that jock of yours and keep it on. Got it?" I understood; actually it sounded hot.
I knocked on his door that Friday night (having thoroughly douched for the occasion), wearing my ripped skinny back jeans over my trusty ripe jock, sockless Converse, and a sleeveless surfie t-shirt. Leroy answered the door in joggers, a vest, and crew socks. His mates were lounging in the living room: Riz, a fit Middle-eastern guy with buzzed hair and a thick beard (a bit like a dark version of me), and Prince, a black dude with short dreads. Both were 30-ish, both in gym kit, both were fuckin' stacked.
Leroy told me to get my kit off, and I stripped down to my ripe jock as he broke out his bong and lit it up. I nestled down on the sofa between Riz and Prince and we chilled, taking turns on the bong as they chatted shit, not including me in the conversation but absently touching me up as they talked. Leroy got a mischievous look on his face, filled his mouth with puff, leaned over me and firmly opened my mouth with one hand while he exhaled the smoke directly into me. Prince's eyes, slightly glazed, suddenly sharpened up and he took the bong off Leroy, took a hit in his mouth and similarly breathed it into mine, before Riz did the same as his and Prince's big meaty hands roamed over my pecs, abs and thighs. Leroy left the room briefly and returned with a large bottle of lube and some G; he mixed a little in a cup of water and I knocked it back, and 10 minutes later I was feeling nicely spaced as the guys slowly got up and moved around me. I slipped off the sofa to my knees and they took the hint, fishing out their trio of impressive semis and letting me take turns deepthroating them, quickly working them to full hardness, my own tool solid but neglected in my jock pouch. They were silent as I serviced them, no gay-bro dirty talk, 'cos they weren't gay of course. I got my gag reflex under control really quickly, managing to retch only occasionally, and was driven wild by the sensation of thick head and shaft sliding in and out of my throat as thick, snotty spit started to flow over my beard in gooey ropes.
Eventually, Leroy took the lead and guided me back up onto the sofa on all fours. Prince started to skullfuck me as Riz got down my ass end to watch Leroy squirt a generous dose of lube down my crack, slather it on his own cock, and ease his fat glans through my relaxed ring and slowly up into my guts. He didn't pause for long before he started fucking, and I leaned into the spitroast as Riz stood to the side, wanking. Prince was getting hot so he peeled off his sweaty t-shirt, and Riz followed his lead. After some good cornholing, Leroy pulled out and stood aside so Riz could have a turn; the muscular Arab lubed up and took his place as Leroy finished getting undressed until he was wearing nothing but his dirty white crew socks. He swapped with Riz again, and the Arab followed suit, stripping down to his little black trainer socks. He moved to my face and Prince stood back, and I got to taste my ass on Riz's cock as he slid his solid tool into my mouth. Prince took the opportunity to strip down as well, but he went all the way, losing his socks too. Leroy stood aside for him as Prince lubed up his fat cock and shoved it up my cunt, gripping the waistband of my jock as he rode me.
When Riz got his next go on my puffy gaping anus, he was the first to blow, snarling loudly as he flooded my rectum with hot Arab seed. Leroy bred me next, and then Prince finished by flipping me onto my back, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving his weapon through my scum-slick chute into my guts while Leroy spat on my face and in my mouth and Riz, ever the follower, did the same. Prince liked a creampie so instead of a deep-breeding, he jerked his cum-and-lube slick meat and basted my balls and open pussy with his warm gravy, using two thick fingers and then his cock to push some of his DNA up my gape.
We lounged for a while, sharing more puff. Prince and Riz were more relaxed with me now, and though they didn't progress to kissing or anything like that, they were touching me up freely, tugging my nips and - oddly - lifting my arms to nuzzle at my hairy wet pits. Prince was actually the first to get fully hard again, and I leaned down and sucked him as Leroy re-lubed himself while frigging my prostate with a couple of fingers. I sat on Prince's cock with my back to him and rode him while Leroy and Riz continued to wank, then Prince slid down to lie full-length on the sofa, pulling me with him until his arms were wrapped around my chest and I was lying on his back on his chest, his cock still up me. Leroy got between Prince's legs and told Riz to grab my ankles and hold my legs back for him, which he did, as Leroy managed to force his cock in alongside Prince's. My DP experience was limited and I'd certainly never been double-fucked in this position, but Leroy knew what he was doing and fortunately I was high enough and fucked enough to take both of their long, thick members at once without too much discomfort. I don't know what Prince really thought of this, but two cocks rubbing together inside a dude's asshole seemed pretty gay to me, but whatever, he didn't protest, even when Leroy came again, drenching Prince's tool with his scum. He pulled out as Prince kept fucking, frothing up all those juices inside me until they flowed out over his big black scrotum, and authoritatively told Riz to take over. I held my legs back as Riz tried to stuff his knob inside me, but he couldn't work it out; Leroy just laughed, slapped his back and drew me up off Prince's cock, bent me over the footstool and let Riz re-enter my sloppy cunt from behind while Prince fucked my mouth. Leroy crouched down by my ear and whispered loudly "Play with yer cock Dave, show 'em ya like it", so I freed my tool from my jock pouch and screamed with relief around Prince's mouthful of meat as I jerked a massive load out over the footstool's worn fabic. Leroy pushed my face down to my mess and made me lick it up, then had me kneel and suck Prince's and Riz's dirty cocks until they both shot their second loads out over my face, beard and tongue.
I drifted into a doze after that, lying draped over their knees on the sofa as they casually molested my body, and in fact I think all three other guys drifted in and out. I woke a few times as they got up and moved about, and I lay face down on the sofa as Leroy climed on and dumped his third load up in my rectum. He led me to the bathroom and had me lie in the bath, zoned out, as he drenched me in his piss and encouraged the other two to do the same; I needed to go too, so I just let it flow.
I woke the next morning naked on Leroy's bed with him spooning me. I don't know how I got there though. I got up, went to the loo, shat out fuckin' loads of loads, and had a quick rinse in his shower. I padded naked and damp to the living room but the other guys were gone, so I put the kettle on to make an instant coffee. "I'll have one bruv", Leroy called from the bedroom, and we flopped naked on the sofa to drink it. We agreed I'd paid him in full, so I got dressed to go, pulling my jeans on commando 'cos I couldn't find my jock. I eventually found it, still piss-wet, in the bathroom sink; I rinsed it and wrung it out as best I could, and Leroy gave me a plastic bag to take it home in.
I'm ashamed to admit that I had sex with Leroy quite a few times after that, even though my loan was cleared. Though he wouldn't pay cash, he did give me a little bit of gear on the house if I wanted it. Chems weren't really my thing but they came in handy with a few clients as my sex work eventually warmed back up again.
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Leroy, the cunt, had flipped the piggy switch inside me that hadn't been touched since the PnP house party in Amsterdam. When I restored my original hairy pix to my online profiles, I also updated them to say I was on PrEP, regularly STI tested and open to bareback. Even though the market was still slow as the UK moved in and out of lockdown and various lesser restrictions, I got a steady increase in the number of punters who were dead keen on breeding, getting bred, flip-flopping, ATM, a bit of piss play, and all other kinds of dirt. Short of scat, actual pain, and me being in bondage (too dangerous), I was up for most things, and the rates were higher than for vanilla safe-sex stuff.
My favourite new regular liked a cumdump-and-go and was specific about how he wanted it and what I was to wear. He was a beefy East London bull in his 30's, hard-muscled and inked, with a thick beard and a balding shaved head. He generally didn't want to pay for a full hour, he just wanted 30 minutes during his lunch break or straight after work, and 'cos times were hard, I agreed. When we'd made an arrangement, he'd text me when he was near. At his signal I'd buzz him in, and as he climbed the stairs to my flat I'd leave my front door ajar and get on all fours on my Murphy bed, ass to the doorway, wearing my jock, crew socks, a t-shirt and a baseball cap on backwards, face down in the bedclothes. Just before he was due to call, I'd have injected a load of silicone-based lube up my ass with a syringe, so I was good to go.
When he came in, there'd be no words, no preparation, he'd just tug down his joggers and push his long thick cock right up into my guts and start to fuck. After he'd opened me up with his cock, he always liked to eat me out for a bit and add loads of spit to the lube oozing from my hole, then he'd get his thick cock back up in there. A quickie would take him about 20 minutes before he bred me deep, threw some notes down on the bed and left. 'Cos I was quick and cheap and he liked me, he came by nearly every week for over a year, with only occasional breaks if he was busy or away.
Sometimes he'd ask if I was free for longer, if it was after work and he had more time and more money to spare. The session would always start the same way, but as he fucked me he'd pull off his t-shirt or hoodie, and if he wanted to climb up on the bed he'd strip off completely, which was hot. As his raw cock slid in and out of my shitter, he'd swipe off my cap, pull off my tshirt and snog me from behind, eventually flipping me onto my back. He then liked to slip my jock off me to free my cock and give him something to hold on to, and he'd yank my socks off as well so he could sniff and lick my feet as he pumped in and out of me. The cumdump-and-go quickie sessions were hot, but when he had the time to spare he was a really great fuck. He'd take a break and let me deepthroat him for a while, savouring the taste of lube and ass juice, and he'd take extra time to lick and spit on my hole. He was keen to make me cum, and he often liked to splatter my open cunt with his cum porn-style.
Once he texted and asked if I'd come to a house party and be a cumdump, so of course I said yes once we'd agreed a price. He confirmed once he'd made sure he could get contributions from his mates, 'cos he wanted me to take multiple loads over a few hours and that wasn't cheap. I got a barber to refresh my grade 1 buzz and trim and shape my beard ahead of time. He had a nice big flat in Vauxhall and when I arrived, at around 8PM, he had me strip and then used a shower attachment to clean my ass out in his bathroom. I told him I'd already douched, but I think he just liked doing it. He gave me a neon pink jock to wear and led me to his spare bedroom, where I stuffed my clothes under the bed. He gave me a bottle of poppers and some G, and left a half-empty tub of thick creamy Boy Butter lube open on the nightstand. He then handed me a blindfold and told me to wear it when I heard his mates arrive. I chilled out, scrolling on my phone for half an hour until I heard guys starting to arrive, then took my G and some hits, slipped on the blindfold, rolled over on to my front, and relaxed into it.
I don't know how much later it was, I may have dozed off, but eventually I felt the matress dip as someone climbed on the bed with me, spread my ass wide and prodded my hairy hole with a finger. He made appreciative noises, spat on my pucker and gave it a few firm licks. I moaned as his fingers wiped a smear of the rich buttery lube up my trench and one slippery finger slid up my hole, in and out a few times. The next thing I knew, there was the full weight of a still-clothed body on my back and a thick cock pushing up through my ring and into my rectum. He humped me for a few minutes before unloading deep inside me, getting off and leaving.
A minute later, another guy came in, and he wasn't alone 'cos I heard him chatting to someone in hushed tones. I was pulled up onto all fours and a fresh dick penetrated me, and as soon as he'd cum, he was replaced by another veiny penis.
This carried on for ages, guys breeding me and giving way to one another. The voices and chatting got louder as evening went on and the guys relaxed and drank more, and often there were several blokes milling around the room at once. Some guys, impatient to be serviced, fed their cocks down my throat, and a few loads ended up in my mouth or on my face. I got flipped on my back and guys waiting their turns would hold my legs back for the current bull. Helpful dudes would give me shots of poppers occasionally, and after a couple of hours my blindfold and jockstrap were slipped off me. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim red bulb, it was a pleasure to see the guests - none older than their early 30's, that I could see, and all sexy in their own way - milling around the bed in various states of undress or even completely naked. It was my main dude who'd wanted my jock and blindfold off, and he snogged me deeply and spat in my gob repeatedly as he fucked me missionary as his mates watched and wanked.
I'm not saying I was fucked solid all night. Guests were coming and going, and there were stretches when there were no more takers and I had some time to recover and nap a bit. Some guys even liked to nestle up and snog me, maybe suck my cock for a bit, or even lap at the scum leaking from my battered cunt. Sometimes they'd use my room as a chillout room and just hang out on the bed, the armchair and the floor, passing a bong around and letting me share. But I took nearly twenty loads up my ass, several more loads in my gullet and a fair few splashes on my skin. Twenty cocks isn't as bad as it sounds, once you consider a fair few of them came really quickly. There was a twinky young guy who was hanging back and watching, and in the early hours of the morning, my main man came in (still stark bollock naked), snogged the little guy, and whispered in his ear. He was laid on the bed and I was guided to squat over his open mouth and push out as many of the loads as I could. Filthy pig, he swallowed as much as I could give, but he kept a last mouthful back to pass to me in a wet snowball kiss as the other few guys in the room egged us on.
My punter crashed in his own room with a fuck buddy but the twink and another naked guy slept with me. The next morning, they helped the punter to tidy up the mess in his flat but when I offered to help, the punter wouldn't hear of it. I just sat there naked on the sofa with a cup of good fresh coffee as five naked or semi-naked guys cleaned up around me. The punter paid me as agreed plus a bit extra before I left.
That was the sluttiest, piggiest session I'd ever got paid for, and it was damn good money. I think, though, that it flipped the piggy switch back off. I did other sessions like that but I wasn't generally hungry for them any more. As the hustling ramped back up, the balance shifted back towards clients with vanilla needs. The only difference was I was now available bareback, but you'd be surprised how many clients - especially inexperienced ones - still insisted on condoms.
As promised, this is a true account of my experiences as I remember them. I'd love to hear what you think of it, so email me if you want at [email protected]
