DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 7
I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a high street solicitor. If you'd like to read about my first sexual encounter with a bloke, check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes
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I am 28 years old at the point this story is set.
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Christmas, spent with some mates, came and went. As New Year's Eve approached, and I was deciding what club or party to go to, I got a call from the Boss. Now, he was always clear that his business was pornography, not escorting (though he was more than happy for his lads under contract to do sex work on their own account, just so long as nothing ever showed up on OnlyFans and undermined his revenue streams). However, one of Big Bad Wolf's subscribers - a banker with more money than sense - had contacted the Boss directly. He had booked a suite at a posh London hotel and was inviting like-minded mates, colleagues and clients to a gay sex NYE party. His favourite performers were Daniel (a.k.a. Danny Thicke), Tomas (a.k.a. Tom Buck) and - you guessed it - me (a.k.a. Dave X). He wanted us at his party to keep the action going, no filming, no photos, and no masks. He was willing to pay BBW a stupid amount of dosh. It would mean the three of us took home well over a grand each - mind you, this was put to me by the Boss as an order, not an offer. Sounded like fun though, so I made my excuses to my other NYE offers.
So at 21:00 on NYE, Dan, Tom and I pulled up in a black cab at the hotel, nicely suited and booted. My hair was freshly trimmed and slicked down in a conservative professional style, and my beard was sharply shaped and oiled. Daniel sported his usual topknot with the sides freshly shaved and a short well-trimmed beard, and Tomas was clean shaven. Getting a receipt from the cabbie so we could bill the client, we were sent up the elevator to the suite. Inside, there were twenty-five or thirty guys of all ages, shapes and sizes, all smartly dressed, being served by four collared and jockstrapped twinks and twunks. Those lads were obviously off limits, and there was a burly black dude standing in the background to keep an eye on them, presumably from their agency. Though it had to be said, those lads were putting up with a good amount of ass slapping and fondling. I hope the notes the punters tucked into the waistbands of their jocks made it worthwhile.
The client obviously recognised Dan and Tom and came up to introduce himself, smiling his approval when he saw me, Dave X, without a hood on. He gave us some vague instructions and left us to mingle, treated to one glass of champagne each with which to wash down our little blue pills - we were gonna need them. At half nine, the three of us reconvened in the middle of the main room and started a passionate three-way snog, as the room slowly fell silent and the guests gathered to watch. The client stepped in to held Tomas out of his jacket, and other guests moved forward to assist - as we continued to snog and feel each other up, the guests milled around us and gradually stripped us down until we were completely naked, brazenly feeling us up all the while. Tomas dropped to his knees and started to suck my and Daniel's cocks as Dan and I kissed, and we were dimly aware that all of the guests were starting to shed clothing. We started to put on a show, taking turns at cocksucking, then I rimmed and lubed Tomas to get him ready for Daniel before I then swapped and slid my cock down Tomas's throat as Dan carefully penetrated that lad's tight boyhole. After the spitroast had gone on for a few minutes, hands insistently pulled the three of us apart - someone's mouth immediately engulfed Daniel's hard wet cock to savour the taste of Tomas's ass - and drew us into the embraces of the naked guests.
What followed was six hours of sordid orgiastic gay sex. The three of us were passed between groups. We sucked and were sucked, we rimmed and got rimmed, we fucked and got fucked. Sometimes I was with one guy, at other times I was with two, three or four. Some guests preferred condoms, while others went bareback all the way - in fact, for one 45 minute stretch, I was kept on all fours on a sofa while six guys lined up behind me and took turns to fuck and breed my shit chute, one by one dumping their generous doses of nut-scum deep up in my rectum. I've never had so many loads up in my guts in one session and the milky fluid was liberally running out of my gaping cunt and flowing down the back of my sweaty ballsack before long. My feet, armpits and nipples were well-worshipped over the night and they were made slick with spit and splashes of cum. Occasionally Dan, Tom and I found ourselves with each other and were encouraged to resume our exhibitionist performance, so I got to enjoy my cock in Tom's well-lubricated cunt and Dan's cock in mine on several occasions, as well as once getting to fuck Dan's beautiful cum-slick ass. The action wasn't continuous, and there were short periods of rest where I'd lay back on a sofa, watching the action, getting kissed and gently fondled, or even just chatting with some of the guests. My hair, beard and skin were liberally basted in sweat, saliva and semen over the course of several hours and I could barely take a step without some fluids farting out of my hole, but I just luxuriated in it and made no move to wipe off any of the juices. I think I came four times before drifting off into a doze with my head in a guy's lap, my face nuzzled into his hairy wet genitals, at around 3AM. Less than an hour later, I awoke to the feeling of a mouth on my cock, two fingers in my ass and more spunk splashing on my face and chest. Opening my sticky eyelids, I saw our client flick the last of his load out onto me before leaning in for a kiss. "You shouldn't wear a mask Dave, you are too fuckin' handsome". He patted my cheek before wandering off. I let the other guest have his fun with my knob while he fingered my battered prostate until he coaxed out a fifth and final shudering orgasm and a meagre teaspoon of thin cum, the last of my supply.
Aching all over, I got up with a groan and found Dan and Tom; the three of us padded naked off to the bathroom. All of the towels were in a wet dirty pile on the floor, so we used them to wipe each other down as best we could (though nothing could stem the flow of gut-warm semen from our well-used assholes down the insides of our thighs) before setting out to hunt down our clothes. It took us ages to find our kit scattered amongst the sleeping and still-fucking guests so we could get dressed - I never got my undies or socks back, and I abandoned my shirt because someone had used it to mop some dirty fluids up - and it was gone 4AM by the time we snuck out of the suite. I was barefoot, holding my shoes, with my tie around my neck and my jacket hanging open over my sticky bare torso, leaking cum from my ass into my suit trousers, as we staggered down to the lobby; Dan and Tom were in similar states of half-dress and anal incontinence. The concierge was a true professional and made no comment at all as he ordered us a black cab. We got dropped off at our homes one by one.
The client emailed the Boss that day - he was very, very happy. As well as the taxi fares, I claimed for my shirt, socks and undies and the client paid without quibbling. Job done!
It was early January, and everyone was back at work and recovering from the party season. The Boss was at a loose end one Thursday so he rang me on my mobile at work and asked if I'd be up for filming a solo scene that evening. Yeah why not, I thought - easy money and I've got nothing else to do. At 7:30 that night he let me in at Unit 16. He had the halo lamp and tripod set up in his office, and was gonna use his iPhone to take extra footage. While the Boss finished setting up, I stripped naked, folded my clothes neatly and put them on the desk. The Boss positioned the lube, a medium-sized butt plug and my favourite dildo on the arm of the sofa, and handed me a white jockstrap and my half-hood; I put both on and sat on the sofa, arms stretched out across the back of it and legs spread wide. The heating was on and I appreciated the dry warmth of the room as I broke out in a light sweat.
When he was ready, the Boss took some lingering footage of my hard, hairy, damp body before signalling me to start. I started to rub my hands over my chest and abs and play with my nips. At his direction I showed off my wet pits, then got on all fours and spread my jocked ass to expose my tight, moist, hairy asshole. The Boss leaned in for a closeup while I licked my finger and toyed with my hole, before releasing my now-rigid cock and sweaty balls from the jock pouch. With a couple of generous pumps from the dispenser, I lubed my cock and slid a slick finger into my chute, playing with my cock and fucknut before lubing the buttplug and sliding it in and out of my shitter. Eventually I got up and removed the jock, sat back down, raised my legs in the air and progressed to fucking myself with the big black dildo while I wanked my aching dong and the Boss moved around getting closeups of my dribbling mouth, pecs, pits, cock, bare feet and plundered hole.
I changed position so I was on my knees riding the rubber dong while wanking hard. I eventually shot my load into my palm, and as I milked out the last oozing drips with one hand, I used the other to spread my load all over my beard, chest, abs, into my dank crack and up into my pits before licking and sucking the remanants off my palm.
"Very nice Dave, how about helping your Daddy out?" I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of the camera, and fished out his hardon from his jeans as he also filmed POV-style from his iPhone. I sucked his cock for a good 10 minutes until he finally took over and wanked his scum out over my beard and tongue and into my open mouth. I swallowed happily.
Once I'd done my best to wipe myself down with the kitchen towel and was suited and booted again, with my tie in my pocket, the Boss counted out 500 quid. "You free on Saturday morning Dave?" "Yessir, of course". "Good boy. Leroy was gonna fuck a nice twink for me but he's got some fuckin' man flu. How do you feel about topping?" I shrugged, usually I was cast as a "power bottom" or sub unless it was a flip-flop scene, but I was up for anything. We shook on it, and the Boss sent me on my way.
On Saturday morning I worked out, cleaned up at my flat and dressed in a jockstrap, jogging bottoms, a grey vest, a North Face hooded puffa jacket, trainers with ankle socks, and a woolen beanie, before getting on the Tube. The location was a cheap hotel in Kensington. Camera man Bill was there to help the Boss out, barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt, and I got introduced to Sam, a cute 19 year old blond lad with a slim but athletic body, no body hair at all and a nice 6 inch uncut penis. While he prepped in the bathroom, I got naked and put on my mask before lying back on the bed and starting to casually wank. The Boss handed me a bottle of water and a little blue pill. "I know you don't usually top, so you might bust your nut a bit quick. We'll make the most of that, don't worry, but I need ya to be able to keep going without stopping, that OK?" Sure was!
What followed was two hours of fairly vanilla sex, spiced up with some dominant roughness and mild spanking, spitting and choking I'd learned from Leroy. I was proud of myself for holding my orgasm back while Sam deepthroated me like a pro, and I took my sweet time eating and fingering his delicious hairless boy pussy. Bill got face-up between Sam's legs to film me eating the lad out from below, but once I popped my well lubed cock through Sam's ring and up into his tight tunnel while he was on all fours, I couldn't control myself any longer and I bred him deep in his guts within a minute. Sam squealed with pleasure, and the Boss was happy with it too. Bill got a drizzle of my spunk on his moutache as I withdrew, which he surruptitiously licked off. He got his head in all sorts of awkward places as he took footage of my cock slowly reinserting and withdrawing, Sam pushing out my load and me happily felching it out with my thick tongue and dripping it from my mouth into his, before he proceeded to suck my tool. Thanks to the pill I stayed rock hard and we soon recommenced fucking. His fuckhole felt awesome with my seed lubing it up, and Sam spent ages riding me as I lay on my back until he eventually shot his spunk, splattering my beard and sending thick ropes acoss my chest and abs. I flipped him onto his back and ate his feet while giving him a solid piledriving until eventually pulling out to spunk my second load all over his face.
In line with expectations, Sam proceded to suck off Bill and the Boss as well as I lay back and watched, stroking my still-hard cock. When Bill and the Boss had finished, Bill grabbed his camera for some more footage as I pulled my legs back and had Sam eat my ass while I stroked out load number three from my pill-hard tool.
After filming a rope-play/bondage/edging scene one Saturday afternoon in early February, Leroy invited me, Bill and Ted back to his flat for some beers and a takeaway - the rest of the guys had other plans. We kicked off our shoes just inside Leroy's door and made ourselves comfortable on his scuzzy sofas while Bill ordered pizzas. Leroy's central heating was on way too high so we all took off our hoodies - which meant Leroy was bare-chested - and lounged in our jeans or jogging bottoms, t-shirts and sports socks.
After scoffing the pizzas and a couple of beers, Leroy broke out his bong and lit it up. We chilled, taking turns and chattin' shit. Bill and Ted were complaining how they had blue balls 'cos they were working so hard they'd not gotten a chance to get me to blow them at the end of filming. 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, finishing with a sloppy tongue kiss. Bill'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, finishing with a deep and very arousing kiss. Ted did the same, his beard meshing with mine as he big meaty hand roamed over my cotton-covered pecs and abs. I was feeling nicely spaced as the guys slowly got up and moved around me. Suddenly, Leroy grabbed me under my damp pits and Bill and Ted grabbed a leg each. I started to laugh and struggle a bit, "Hey guys, what the fuck?" I laughed. But they didn't answer, they just grinned at each other.
I started to properly struggle as they hauled me into Leroy's little playroom and deposited me in the sling. "Guys, no, no, I've fuckin' had enough today, my ass is a bit sore!" But they just exchanged long looks, evil grins and met my objections with silence. Ted held my ankles while Bill helped Leroy to wrap the velcro cuffs around my wrists. Then all three of them went to my legs and roughly yanked off my jeans and briefs. My soft cock flopped about as I tried to kick, but it was useless, they raised my legs up and strapped my ankles into place, tugging my socks off when they were done - Bill snickered as he gave the soles of my sweaty feet a light tickle, making me squirm and laugh. He rubbed his moustache and thick stubble over the soles before he started to slowly run his tongue up and down them and between my toes, sucking the digits into his mouth and allowing his spit to dribble over my feet. I was moaning, head back, my cock rapidly swelling to full hardness, as Leroy grabbed some round-tipped scissors from his toybox and cut cleanly through my t-shirt from the neck down, spreading the material to expose my heaving, sweating chest and abs. He finished the job, cutting through the sweat-soaked underarms of the sleeves until the tattered cloth hung loosely on the sling underneath me.
The three of them wasted no time and quickly stripped naked, liberating their rigid cocks. Before I could protest any more, Bill crouched between my legs and ground his sexy moustache and thick muscular tongue into my greasy, well-used fuckhole. My gob opened wide as the pleasure caught me by surprise, and Ted took advantage to tilt my head back and slide his thick tool down my throat. My cock leaped and released a little spurt of cock-snot and Bill started to smear the pre over my glans and stroke the shaft as he fucked his tongue in and out of my open, oozing cunt.
Ted and Leroy took turns on my throat for a while. As they couldn't seem to get me to gag much, given how stoned and open I was, they instead liberally slapped me, choked me and spat on me while tugging and twisting my hard nipples. Finally, Bill stood up, spat on his cock and slid it up my shit chute - still lubed by the afternoon's thorough action - in one long stoke, making my back arch and my gob moan around a mouthful of cock. He fucked me hard until he finally unleashed his scum in my guts with a raw cry, slamming his pelvis into my butt. He pulled out and swapped with Ted, and I turned my attention to tenderly licking and sucking Bill's softening cock clean as Ted replaced him in my hole.
It only took Ted a few minutes to unload, then as I cleaned him with my mouth, Leroy took over. Bill took my hard dripping cock in my mouth and sucked my load out of me as the Thug added his scuzz to the two other doses in my rectum. Before any could escape my slack, puffy sphincter, Leroy shoved a thick buttplug up there. As I sucked his cock clean and Bill and Ted uncuffed me, Leroy said "That plug stays in all night boi, and you're staying here so I can make sure".
Everyone else got dressed, but I was forced to drape my naked body over their laps as they watched the football on the telly, passive and unresisting as they casually, absent-mindedly played with my bod. My head was in Leroy's lap so he rested his hand on my face and stroked my head, beard and throat, and toyed with my ears, occasionally slipping a couple of fingers into my mouth for me to suck; Ted was in the middle so both his hands rested on my chest and abs, tugging the hairs, probing my navel and teasing my nips; and as my bare legs draped over Bill, he stroked them, fondled my feet and took turns with Ted juggling my sweaty balls, scratching my pubic bush and tickling my limp cock as it slowly swelled to a semi.
Eventually they got up to leave. Ted slapped my ass hard at the door as my semi bobbed about, but Bill treated me to a wet tongue kiss, causing me rise to full mast. After they'd left, Leroy grabbed my hardon and led me by it to his bathroom, where he let me drink his beer piss straight from his cock while I sat on the toilet, wanking a last drool of semen into my palm, which I then licked up while pushing my cock down and pissing into the toilet like a girl. We got in his bed and he big-spooned me as I drifted off, his face nuzzling my neck, muscular arm around my chest, and one thick bare leg draped over both of mine.
The next morning, I woke feeling like I needed a pepperoni pizza shit, and was acutely aware of the large rubber plug in my rectum. I got out of bed and padded naked into the kitchenette, where I made us each an instant coffee. Leroy was awake when I got back to his room and he accepted the coffee with a grunt. Half a cup in though and that turd was desperate to escape. "Awww man, I gotta take a dump, please dude," I begged. Grinning, Leroy leaped naked out of bed, grabbed his iPhone and led me to the bathroom.
I pissed while Leroy laid out strips of toilet paper on the floor. "Right cunt, squat over that, I'm gonna make a little prezzie for the Boss." I did as I was ordered, squatting deeply facing away from him, as Leroy started videoing. He gripped the base of the buttplug and eased it out - immediately, a flood of brown-stained cum gushed out onto the toilet paper. "Fuck yeah mate!!!! Now do yer business!" I grunted, bore down, and felt a thick, long log of cum-slicked shit slide easily out of my gaping hole and coil on the toilet paper. Another 6 inch sausage followed, accompanied by more dollops of dirty seed, then I forced out a couple more chunks until I was sure I was empty.
Seconds later, I felt Leroy's cum spatter over my gaping shitty cunt as he jerked out a morning load. Fuck, this is so nasty, I thought to myself, but my cock was hard too. I reached back for the loo roll but Leroy slapped my hand. "That's not for you right now, cunt. Just get dressed as you are." I got up, feeling the slimy dirt between my hairy asscheeks and Leroy's cum dribbling down the back of my scrotum, slid my undies and jeans over my dripping butt, pulled my hoodie on over my bare chest, and tugged on my socks. Leroy came back in the room wearing black boxer briefs and carrying a plastic bag. I looked in it to see my tattered tshirt and a massive wad of toilet paper leaking shit. "Get rid of that, cunt". Grimacing, I stepped into my trainers and headed out the door, dumping the bag of crap in the first doggie waste bin I came across.
Back at my flat, I stripped, wiped my ass and had a thorough douche before stepping into a long, steaming shower, and knocked out a load with my soapy fist as I washed every nook and cranny of my body. Once dry and moisturised all over, but still naked, I polished off a protein shake, a bowl of microwave porridge, some bacon and eggs, and a bunch of supplements before cranking up the central heating a bit and flopping naked on my sofa, to spend the rest of Sunday zonked in front of Netflix. Later that afternoon, I got a WhatsApp from the Boss: "Cunt, Leroy sent me a lovely Sunday morning treat earlier. Nice work - I owe you £500 for yesterday and I'll add another £200 for that clip. Your face isn't in it so its going in my suscribers only extras locker on the site, should be a good little earner. See ya soon...."