Free at Last
"You disgust me" he shouted, threatening me with the leather belt he used to beat me whilst growing up.
It was my father's usual behaviour whenever he decided something didn't suit his narrow-minded attitude on life
"You disgust me" I shouted in reply. "You're a narrow-minded homophobe" I added, which didn't calm him down, but I was past that and had reached the end of my tether. I was nineteen now and decided it was time to stand up for myself, whatever the consequences. He moved forward waving his belt, in a threatening manner. I picked up an empty wine bottle, smashed it on the kitchen counter and waved the jagged glass I was now holding towards him. He immediately stepped back, shocked.
"What the hell is going on" my mother yelled on entering the kitchen.
"He asked if I was gay, and I told him I was" I replied to my mother. "He's reacted in his usual way" I added, pointing to the leather belt. "He's too stupid to handle knowing the truth."
My mother laughed. "Good god, man. You must have realised your son was gay. It's been obvious for years. So what. The son we made is gay. Get over it."
My father was dumbstruck for a few moments.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me. I could have beaten it out of him."
"You're so ignorant. It's pathetic" my mother laughed.
I waited for my father's reaction, knowing he wouldn't like that.
"Get out" he shouted at me. "I'm not having a poof in my house. I'll be ridiculed if the neighbours find out. I never want to see you again.
"Suits me. I never want to see you again. You've been a lousy father."
My mother laughed. "You really are stupid. The neighbours have known for years, but they're adults who live in the twenty-first century, unlike you."
I looked at my father, waiting for his reaction.
"If Pedro goes, so do I. Come on, let's pack."
My father just gaped as he watched us move to exit the kitchen. For the first time in my life I saw him beaten. I tossed the broken bottle I was holding onto the floor to join the other shattered glass.
"I'm sorry, Pedro" she said as we walked to the stairs.
"Where will you go?" I asked.
"My sister. She's been telling me for years that I should leave the bastard. Come with me until you decide where to go."
I'd already decided that. Manchester, which was twenty miles east. Having little to offer an employer, I'd decided to become a male prostitute. I'd been told that I had a sexy body and that being of Brazilian birth, the colour of my skin was an added bonus. I'd met a guy online who lived in Manchester and was a male escort with a Manchester agency. He'd told me it was a great life and made good money. His name was Harry, and he was twenty.
As expected, my aunt welcomed us with open arms. When we told her what had happened, she laughed.
"Good for you, boy. It's time someone stood up to the bastard. Never liked the man."
I looked at my mother and she grinned. After settling in, I called Harry to tell him the news.
"That's brilliant. You can move in with me. We are boyfriends, aren't we?"
"Yeah" I replied, having not thought of us in that way, but on reflection, I realised I liked the guy. I liked him a lot. It was agreed I'd move in with him the following morning.
When I told my mother, she was pleased for me. "I'll transfer some money into your bank account so you've got some whilst you find a job, or will you continue with the current one?"
Since leaving school I'd worked in a coffee shop in town, but it didn't pay much and was on a casual contract, cash in hand.
"No, I'll tell them I'm not available anymore. Harry says he can get me a job at his place of work."
"And what's that?" my aunt asked. I was prepared for that question and answered, "Retail. They're looking for someone to work in the back office."
They both smiled and asked no further questions. I thanked my mother for the money which I knew she could afford. She was a senior manager in an insurance company having worked her way up from the bottom. She was far more intelligent than my father. He'd never progressed further than a warehouseman. I'd probably do no better but at least I'd be happy doing something I loved. I never got bored with sex!
The following morning I said goodbye to my aunt and hugged my mother, thanking her for her support. She smiled and told me to contact her if I needed anything.
"I'll be divorcing your father" she commented. "He's probably forgotten that the house is in my name only, so he'll have to move out so I can sell it" she grinned.
"I almost feel sorry for him" I laughed.
"Don't. The man's a bastard. Should never have married him."
I picked up the holdall with my worldly belongings and made my way to the railway station. On the way I called the boss at the coffee shop to say I wouldn't be going in that day or ever. He attempted to tell me that I had to give at least a week's notice. I challenged him to produce the employment contract I'd never been given and pointed out that I'd been paid cash in hand. He quickly shut up and wished me all the best for the future.
After getting off the train in Manchester, I made my way to the street where Harry's studio flat was situated. It sounded posh but it was basic. Having climbed the two floors to the top, I knocked on the door of his flat. The door opened and he pulled me into his arms.
"I'm so glad you've left home. We can have such fun together."
We kissed passionately on the lips and within minutes we'd stripped one another and were making our way to the bed. I loved seeing and feeling his beautiful naked body which caused my cock to go hard like his. We were both versatile, but he wanted to be fucked first. Once inside him I felt a wave of happiness flow over me. Not only did I feel free at last, but the sexual excitement as I fucked him was brilliant.
Harry had arranged an appointment for me to see Dave, the owner of the male escort agency, at 11 a.m. that morning.
"If he agrees to take you on, which I'm sure he will, you'll have to commit yourself to a five-year period. If you leave within five years, you'll lose your five-year bonus. The bonus comes from a percentage of your earnings so as to encourage you to complete five years. Clients like continuity. Once they find an escort they like, they'll continue renting you."
Dave operated his business from home which was situated on the outskirts of Manchester. It was a typical three-bed detached house at the end of the street. The front garden was hidden by a tall well kept privet hedge. I knocked on the door and a young Chinese guy, who I later found out had emigrated from Hong Kong after China had taken over from the British.
"Welcome, I'm Nathan, Dave's boyfriend" the eighteen-year-old announced. Come on in. You must be Pedro."
I stepped inside and was instructed to remove my trainers and hang my outer jacket on a hook near the front door.
"Come. Dave is waiting for you."
I followed him into a room off the hallway which Dave used as his office.
"Strip" he instructed, so I did without saying a word.
I'd expected him to want to see the goods but not quite so soon. Even the thought of being naked in front of him caused my cock to react. Dave stepped forward and took hold of my growing organ whilst Nathan collected my clothes and took them away.
"You'll remain naked whilst I interview you, but you've passed the first test" Dave grinned before returning to the chair behind his desk.
"Are you familiar with our website that advertises male escorts?"
I confirmed that I had visited it. He then asked me a list of questions.
"Why do you want to be a gay escort?"
"I love sex and being naked with guys. I'm told I have a sexy body so thought I'd put it to good use."
"Can you have multiple erections within a short time?"
"Yes"
"You like being fucked?"
"Yes"
"Rimming and being rimmed?"
"Yes"
"Cock sucking?"
"Yes"
"Double fucked?"
"Yes"
"Tied up"
"Provided I feel safe, yes."
"BDSM?"
"No"
"Pissed on?"
"Yes"
"Orgies where you're fucked multiple times?"
"Yes" I answered having been fucked by a group I'd never met before when I was sixteen. I'd been picked up in Manchester and taken to an orgy. Despite having a sore arse afterword, I enjoyed it.
"We have a mixed clientele. Some guys only want you for sex. To fuck you or be fucked by you. Others want to hire an escort as a companion to go to the theatre or a meal, sometimes with other gay guys who'll end up fucking you. Some of our wealthy clients will want to rent you for a weekend or even a week to take you abroad for a sex filled holiday. Any problems with any of that?"
"No" I replied, hoping he'd hire me.
He pressed a button, and a naked Nathan appeared. He was already hard and mine reacted accordingly.
"Bend over the desk" Dave told me. Nathan then plunged his naked cock into my arse and fucked until he'd dumped his load of cum. Dave had filmed the whole thing.
"Thanks, Nathan."
He left and Dave returned to his seat leaving me standing with his boyfriend's cum in my arse.
"Any questions?"
"Just one. I noticed that Nathan fucked me bareback. What's the rule with clients?"
"Whatever they want. With condoms or raw. Any problems with that?"
I shook my head saying "no".
"You'll be tested regularly but as you realise there's a risk, although clients have to confirm beforehand that they're clean. More and more clients want it raw, so we have to oblige but that's what you're paid for."
He then explained the five-year period rule and the fee I'd receive. When he offered me the job, I immediately accepted.
"Excellent. Guys are going to love you" he grinned. "When can you start?"
"Immediately" I replied.
"Brilliant. Got a new client who wants a guy to join him for dinner tonight at 8 p.m. it'll probably be an overnight job. His name is Spencer."
After taking some photos of me naked and semi dressed for the website, my clothes were returned, and I left having been kissed by Nathan and welcomed to the team. I got home feeling on top of the world. Not only was I free but now had a job that would bring in lots of money. Harry had told me that most clients gave him a bonus at the end.
When he returned from servicing a client I told him the news.
"That's brilliant. I'm so happy for you babe."
We kissed and felt erections rising but agreed not to take things to the next step. We both had clients to service that evening.
Spencer lived in an apartment in the centre of town, so was only a ten-minute bus ride away. To afford this, he wasn't short of money. He opened the door wearing only a pair of boxer shorts exposing an exquisite body. He kissed me as if we were friends.
"Come through" he smiled after I'd removed my shoes and dumped my jacket on a chair.
He led me into the living room which had a kitchen alcove to one side.
"This is my good friend Kabir. I didn't know he was joining us when I booked your services, but you'll be remunerated accordingly" he smiled.
A good-looking Indian guy in his thirties smiled and shook my hand. I estimated both of them were in their mid-thirties. He too was only wearing a pair of boxers.
"I feel overdressed" I laughed.
"We thought we'd make it a clothes free evening, so let's all strip off" Spencer grinned. Within seconds all three men us were naked enjoying the view. "While I finalise the meal preparation, you guys can get to know one another" he said as he moved into the kitchen area.
Kabir asked about me and how I found being in male escort. I'd been warned by Dave not to let on that I was new to the team.
"It's good fun and pays the bills" I replied before adding "and I enjoy pleasuring guys."
He asked how long I'd been an escort, and I replied, "a while".
Spencer announced the meal was ready and carried in a casserole dish which smelt delicious.
"We're vegetarian. Hope you don't mind" Kabir commented.
"I love vegetarian food" I replied.
I was hungry having not eaten at lunch time, so this meal was very welcome.
After we'd finished eating and the dishes had been stacked into the dishwasher, we returned to the living room each carrying a brandy. I was certainly going to enjoy this life!
It didn't take long for me to be bent over the end of the luxurious sofa and be fucked by both of them. As the evening progressed, I was fucked again whilst I fucked Kabir's beautiful arse. I eventually left at three in the morning.
"How did it go?" Harry murmured from the bed I was to share with him.
"Brilliant. He'd invited a friend who was a lovely guy. Came away with a hefty bonus."
"Excellent. Now come to bed. Want you to fuck me."
The following morning I contacted Dave to report on my time with Spencer.
"Seems he was well pleased. He's booked you for next Saturday. He's attending a dinner party with three others. You'll be the naked waiter and available for sex afterwards. I've emailed you the address. In the meantime, there's been a lot of interest in your profile now online. Three bookings have been made one of which is this afternoon."
After finishing the call, I opened my laptop and read the emails, entering the bookings into my calendar and a spreadsheet to record each one and the fee earned. My mother had taught me to manage my money.
Elam, my afternoon appointment, was an Indian age 22 who lived in a low value area on the edge of town. His flat was situated within a council block that had external corridors to each flat. Having reached number eighty-three, I knocked on the door. It immediately opened and I was told to walk in.
"Did anyone see you coming to my flat?"
"Not that I'm aware" I replied.
"I have to be very careful. I've been banished by my family because they believe being gay is a sin and if relatives find out they could kill me."
"Wow. That's a bit extreme. Don't they realise that homosexuality is legal in this country" I chuckled.
"My parents are very old fashioned."
"I'm Pedro, your gay escort" I said to change the topic.
"Sorry, I'm Elam. I get paranoid about being found out."
"I understand but accepting what and who you are is a better way to live. My father doesn't accept me being gay and told me to leave. I told him, I was happy to go because he was an ignorant homophobe."
Elam smiled. "I wish I was as brave."
"Well, let's see if we can make you braver" I laughed as I took him into my arms. I kissed him on the lips, and he immediately responded. As we kissed, I caressed his body. I removed the T-shirt he was wearing and felt between his legs. He was getting hard.
"Would you tie me up? I've always wanted to try it but never had the courage to ask before. I trust you."
"It's your show. I'll do whatever you want. And yes, you can trust me."
He took me into a bedroom that was just about large enough for a double bed. On it were a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. I told him to turn around with his hands around his back. I fitted the handcuffs and then the mask.
"If you want to be released at any point, let me know."
I unfastened his trousers and slipped them off to expose his boxer shorts. I felt the hard cock inside and gently massaged the thick roll. He sighed with pleasure. I hastily removed my own clothes and once naked, removed his boxers. He had a beautiful body. I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock.
"Mm" he muttered. As I sucked, I ran my hands up and down the inside of each leg, feeling into his crotch. Each move produced another groan of pleasure. Not wanting him to reach a climax yet, I stopped sucking and stood up. I turned him around and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my own erection against his butt. I played with his nipples which were clearly sensitive from his reaction. Whilst playing with one, I used my other hand to play with his tight ball sac and still hard cock.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes. It's wonderful" he replied. "I'd like to be fucked."
I helped him lay face down on the bed, his hands still handcuffed behind his back and straddled his naked body. Having lubricated my erection I gently pressed the big head into his puckered hole. He uttered more pleasurable sounds as I slowly sank the length deep inside.
I'd fucked for several minutes before pulling out and shot my load over his back. I turned him over and sucked his cock until he'd climaxed into my mouth.
"How was that?"
"Beautiful. Thank you so much."
I removed his mask and kissed him on the lips gently pushing my tongue into his mouth. He accepted it willingly and did the same to me.
"Let's shower" he grinned and wriggled off the bed. I went to release his hands, but he declined. "I want you to wash me all over" he chuckled.
He led me into the bathroom, and we stepped into the shower cubicle. It was tight for two, but we managed. I soaped his body using erotic strokes, running his now hard cock through my hands. When it was hard, I turned around and guided it into my own arse. Using the soap as lube, I fucked myself on his cock but stopped before he'd climaxed. I turned him around and pressed my soapy erection into his arse and fucked him again. This time I dumped my load into his arse.
Out of the shower, I removed the handcuffs, and we dried ourselves.
"Would you like a drink?"
I accepted the offer assuming it would be tea, but he poured two generous whiskies. We sat and chatted, him telling me about his strict upbringing and how he had loved a schoolfriend but never admitted his feelings.
"I'm certain he was gay, but we never revealed our feelings."
I told him about my early life and that I too had been infatuated with a fellow pupil.
"We did reveal our feelings for one another and even had sex."
"How old were you then?"
"Fifteen. The sex took place in a wooded area of a local park. We stripped naked and fucked each other up against a tree. It felt wonderful."
"I'd love to do something wild like that just to experience it. Do you cycle?"
I said I did but had left my bike behind when I left home. Elam said he could borrow one from a friend. It was agreed he'd hire me again the following week and provided the weather remained dry, we'd go for a bike ride to a suitable place he knew for sex in the open air.
Barry was a demanding client. On arrival at his house a mile outside of the city, I knocked on the door and it was opened by a young lad, whose name was Filip. He was Polish and according to Barry, who referred to him as his boy, the lad was sixteen, but I doubted that looking at him.
The house was surrounded by a high fence so was hidden from the road. As I was about to walk inside, Barry appeared.
"Strip, and you boy. Leave your clothes by the door. You will remain like that until you leave this evening."
He'd rented me for the day. A perplexed Filip looked at me, clearly not expecting this command but he duly removed his clothes whilst I did the same. I'd been told that Barry was thirty-four and I ascertained later that he was a financial consultant.
"Move onto the lawn" Barry demanded. Filip led me onto the neatly mowed grass, and we stood there waiting for his next command. He produced a camera and proceeded to photograph us in various positions including Filip bending over and me pretending to fuck him. An actual task I had the pleasure of doing later.
I was then told to follow Barry inside leaving Filip to gather up our clothes.
"I've got three friends coming for lunch and you will serve the meal and be available to pleasure my friends."
"I hadn't been made aware that the booking included this" I replied politely.
"You have now. You'll be generously rewarded."
I smiled and waited for his next instruction which was to assist Filip with preparing lunch which consisted of a starter, main and dessert followed by brandy and coffee.
"Do we get to eat?" I asked.
"A sandwich whilst they're eating the main course" he grinned. "Expect to be groped whilst you're serving. They're a randy lot. By the time they're having coffee and brandy, you'll be crawling on the floor sucking cocks with me" he laughed.
"It's what I'm paid for, so can't complain" I grinned as I peeled potatoes.
As we worked, I heard the three guests arrive. According to Filip two lived next door and the other in a road nearby. I was never formally introduced, so never knew their names, but I did get to know their bodies rather well.
The meal was finally ready, and I was required to serve the first bottle of wine in readiness for the starter.
"Oh, yes. You've found a cracker, Barry" one guest announced as I walked in with the wine.
"Yeah, you sure have. I can't wait to fuck his gorgeous arse. What nationality are you boy?"
"English but of Brazilian heritage" I replied, filling his glass with wine whilst he grabbed by balls. Another grabbed my cock which was rapidly growing, and the third guy fingered my arse. Barry just watched, enjoying the spectacle whilst taking photos of me.
After I'd served the starter, with more groping from the guests, I retreated to the kitchen to help Filip finalise the main dish.
In between keeping the wine glasses filled, I managed to eat the sandwich Filip had made. The diners had now consumed three bottles and Barry instructed me to open another bottle of red.
"My cock is hard. Give it a feel" one of the guests told me. As I filled his glass for the fourth time I felt the big hard organ inside his shorts. To comply with Barry's instructions, all guests had arrived wearing shorts, minus underwear, and a short-sleeved shirt open down the front.
Another guest had opened his shorts and pulled out his stiff cock for me to hold whilst I filled his glass. I became well practiced at performing my serving duties while using my spare hand to satisfy their sexual desires.
The main course had been eaten and I cleared the dishes whilst my naked anatomy received more attention. Barry wanted a ten-minute break before the desert, which demanded a different wine. During the break, Barry and the guests, removed their shorts to expose their hard organs. I was told to crawl under the table and work my way around sucking cock. To keep others satisfied while I sucked cock, I gently massaged them. By the time I'd sucked four cocks, Barry indicated for me to serve the desert.
"I hope you're for afters", one said, slapping my bum. Barry assured him that I was.
After the diners had finished eating, they adjourned to the living room for coffee and brandy. Filip had made the coffee and prepared a decanter of brandy. I hastily cleared the table for Filip to fill the dishwasher. Once done, we joined the others in the living room.
As I'd expected what followed was an orgy during which both I and Filip were fucked by the other four, although one guest also wanted me to fuck him whilst the others looked on and Barry photographed the action.
On the day of the bike ride with Elam, the sun was shining and there was a blue sky. Perfect for what we had in mind. I first went to his flat and as before he quickly pulled me inside to minimise being seen. With the door closed behind us, he pulled me into a passionate kiss.
"I've been so looking forward to seeing you again" he said between kisses. He even felt into my crotch and was pleased to find a growing organ.
After a few minutes of tenderness, we made our way down to an area where bike lockers were installed. Once both bikes had been released from their locker, we set off. We cycled several miles until we were in open fields. We turned into a narrow lane before setting off down a path that led us through a clump of trees. Suddenly, I could see the light and we came out onto a small patch of grass which, being on a small hill, overlooked meadows below with a stream running through them.
"This is my special place" Elam smiled. "Nobody ever comes here."
He then removed a rug from one of the pannier bags on his bike and laid it out on the grass. He then removed a bottle of wine and some sandwiches for lunch. I was beginning to realise why he'd booked me for the morning.
"Let's strip off" he grinned and proceeded to remove his clothes. For someone who was afraid of coming out of the closet, I was surprised but pleased to see his nakedness. I immediately removed my clothes, already sporting a hard-on. We sank down onto the rug and made love. It was beautiful and I gently fucked him from behind as we lay on our sides.
"Mm" he groaned. "Having your cock inside of me feels so good."
After I'd climaxed, we opened the bottle of wine and lay on our backs enjoying the warmth of the sun on our naked bodies as we took it in turns to drink from the bottle.
"I could stay here like this forever" he commented. "I feel free when I'm with you."
I turned and kissed him which caused cocks to go hard again. This time I suggested that he fuck me.
"I've never fucked a guy before" he giggled as he lubricated his cock, and I lay on my back with my legs in the air.
The first year of working for the agency seemed to fly by and I'd enjoyed every minute, not once regretting my decision to join the team. I felt so free and never gave a moment's thought about my family.
"A drag queen has hired you" Dave emailed. His name was Sam, aged twenty-three, and he lived in the centre of town. He'd paid for a `long night' which meant evening into early hours of the morning. I enjoyed watching drag but had never been up close and personal.
"Hello, darling" he smiled as he opened the door of his flat situated above a shop. "Oh my. You're gorgeous" he exclaimed, as I walked in. He led me into the living room which was scattered with dresses. "Excuse the mess, darling. I'm trying to decide what to wear tonight. Perhaps you can help me."
He removed the dress he was wearing and exposed his body which was only covered with a G-string. He picked up another and held it up against himself, asking "What do you think?".
Before I had time to reply, he said "No, you're right. It's too long for what I need tonight. He picked up a shorter dress and slipped that on.
"That looks nice" I commented, not really having a clue.
"I agree" he smiled. "Fasten the back, will you darling."
He turned around and I zipped up the back which started at his buttocks and ended at his neck.
"Okay, let's have a drink and I'll explain what I need you to do."
Having poured two generous glasses of a cocktail, which tasted good even though I had no idea what it included, he began to explain.
"I'm doing a drag show at a private gay club later this evening and have been told I can include whatever I like, including nudity and sex, which is where you come in."
He then detailed his plan.
"What do you think? Are you up for that, if you pardon the pun" he laughed.
"Yeah" I replied excitedly, "sounds great fun."
The private club was in a basement beneath a coffee shop. Access was at the rear of the premises via a door which was labelled "Gents" and through another door that appeared to be a storeroom but had further access to stairs leading to a small basement. A small stage was at one end and in front of that were half a dozen tables and chairs.
Whilst we waited for the club members to arrive, we went through the routine that involved me. Before they arrived, he disappeared into a small room off stage and I went to the toilet area, pretending to have a pee.
"Should be a good show tonight" the guy next to me commented. "Samantha is appearing. She's fucking brilliant. Have you seen one of her shows" he asked as he stuffed his cock back into his shorts.
"No. First time" I replied, making no attempt to hide my tool whilst putting it away.
We made our way into the club area where several other guys had assembled. By the time the organiser announced Sam, there were twenty-four guys, including myself, waiting expectantly.
With a flourish, Sam danced on stage as the audience applauded.
"Hello darlings. Hope you're feeling randy tonight. You're in for a treat" he laughed before bursting into song accompanied by the music now playing.
Between songs, he/she told jokes, most of which were sexually explicit in their content. After the first half-hour the music stopped, and he moved off stage.
"Let's see who we've got in this evening."
Making his way between tables, fondling guys and groping them, much to the excitement of everyone, he ended up at my table.
"Mm. What have we got here?" he said loudly as the other guys watched. He sat across my legs and felt my cock, which was hardening. "Oh my, he's big. Let's take this off to see his manly chest" he added whilst removing my T-shirt.
"Would you like to see more of him?"
"Yeah" the audience yelled as Sam took me on stage. With me standing side on to the audience, he knelt in front of me, unfastened my shorts, and slipped them off me. Having removed my underwear earlier, my cock was now fully exposed for him to suck. Once fully erect, he stood up.
"Time to make good use of this" he grinned, holding my stiff for all to see. I unzipped his dress which fell to the ground, and he stepped out of it. I then unfastened his G-string and tossed it to one side. Now both stark naked with erections flying high, the guys watching were getting more excited. Some had already stripped hoping for action.
Standing side onto the onlookers, Sam bent over, and I fucked him from behind using spit to lubricate my cock. Guys, most now naked, stood in front of the stage and massaged themselves as I fucked. I gave them a good show until I erupted over Sam's back, with applause from the randy guys.
"Who wants to fuck this gorgeous guy?" Sam asked. Three guys immediately jumped onto the stage and fucked me one after the other. I could see other guys fucking one another and another guy giving Sam a good roasting.
When things came to an end, Sam suggested to the guys that they show their appreciation for my involvement in his act. I left with a tidy sum of money.
"Fancy coming back with my boyfriend for a threesome?" Sam asked after the guys had dressed and left.
"Yeah, thanks. I'd like that" I replied.
"I'm Jakub" a young guy smiled.
"He's Polish and just eighteen with a gorgeous arse to fuck" Sam grinned.
We returned to Sam's flat, and I enjoyed fucking Jakub whilst Sam fucked me. After a short alcohol break, which this time was Vodka while smoking a joint, Sam and I double fucked Jakub.
It was 3 a.m when I got home to find a naked Harry watching gay porn.
"Hi. I'm still feeling randy after being serviced by a military guy" he laughed. "How did yours go?"
As I stripped naked, I told him what had taken place.
"You lucky bastard. I'd enjoy that. Anyway, fuck my arse. It needs attention" he laughed.
I picked up the open bottle of whiskey and took a slug before thrusting my hard cock into my boyfriend's arse.
"Five of us have been rented by a guy who lives in a house outside of Manchester" Harry announced. The event was a gay orgy which had been organised by Spencer and Kabir plus eight others. Edwin, owner of the house, was age 34 and wealthy. Spencer had hired a self-drive minibus to take the five of us to the event.
We'd been told to meet him outside the railway station. I'd met most of the agency guys before, so I knew the other three. We climbed into the minibus and set off.
"Change into the clothing provided. You'll leave your own clothes in the minibus when we arrive" he announced as he drove. We opened the plastic bag containing the clothes and stripped naked before dressing into a flimsy pair of shorts and a cotton sleeveless shirt.
The house had originally been part of a large estate, but a major part of the land had been sold off years ago, leaving the house standing in one acre.
Spencer parked the car at the side of the house immediately outside a side door that led into what had once been the servants area. We stepped out of the car in our bare feet and followed him inside which had been modernised to provide a large modern kitchen with associated rooms.
A young guy, who was introduced as Edwin's houseboy, and no doubt his fuck buddy, was busy preparing snacks for the guests.
"Stay here until you're called" Spencer told us.
"You try" the Chinese lad grinned, offering a selection of the snacks he'd prepared.
"Very good" Harry smiled after eating some. I agreed, as did the others.
"What do you reckon we'll be expected to do?" a new recruit to the agency asked. According to Harry, he was just eighteen and very cute.
"Strip and be fucked" one of the others laughed.
A full hour passed before our Chinese friend led us to the main part of the house and into a large room where the ten guests were sitting having drinks.
"Yeah, very nice" one of the guys grinned. "We're gonna have fun with these lads, guys."
I looked at the guy and hoped I'd not have to do anything with him. He was larger in all respects and only smiled when he was in command.
"Come over here, you lovely creature" a black guy told me. I moved forward to where he was sitting and sat on his lap as requested. He then proceeded to rip off my shirt followed by my shorts. I now understood why we'd been told to change.
Once naked, he told me to unfasten his trousers and suck his cock. It was big and I enjoyed doing so. As I sucked, I noticed Henry sucking off another guy nearby. Soon all five of us were servicing a guy and in some cases, two. My guy had now removed his shirt to expose his fit black body.
"Bend over" he told me and proceeded to fuck my arse. Once spent, he discarded me, and another guy had his fun with me. The orgy continued for several hours intermixed with drinking and drugs. It was two in the morning when Spencer drove us back.
I was in my fourth year with the agency. Harry had decided to continue beyond his five-year contract since he loved the work which paid good money.
"Dave is organising group sex for six members of the team, including me and you, to film us fucking one another, if that's okay with you" he said one morning over breakfast.
"Yeah, I'm up for it" I replied a I cleared away the dishes.
"Thought you would, so I've agreed on behalf of us both."
I grinned and put my arms around him for a kiss before grabbing his balls.
"As long as he films me fucking your gorgeous arse" I laughed.
"And me yours. You know how much I love fucking your black arse.
The event took place on the following weekend at Dave's house. When we arrived, he told us to strip naked.
"Imagine it's an orgy and I want each of you to fuck each other, but make sure your cock is visible to the camera whatever you're doing. Got it?"
"Yes, boss" we all replied.
We started by going's into pairs. I'd paired with a guy I'd always fancied fucking. He was Jamaican and the same age as me.
"You gonna fuck my arse?" he grinned.
"You've got it in one " I laughed as I prepared my cock for his gorgeous black arse.
"Ah, yeah. Fucking brilliant, man. Love being fucked by a big cock" he giggled,
"I'm looking forward for receiving yours next" I laughed as I fucked his beautiful arse aware of Dave's camera zooming onto my stiff cock plunging into the hole.
"Ah, yeah. Fucking gorgeous" he exclaimed. I pumped until I'd shot my load.
Dave moved onto the next couple who were well into fucking. After a short rest, which included alcohol and drugs, my new friend fucked me, which was also filmed by Dave.
The orgy continued until Dave was satisfied that he'd filmed everyone fucking. He then left us to enjoy ourselves, which is exactly what we did. Henry and I were double fucked while we sucked another guy's cock who then fucked us. In between each fuck, we drank more alcohol and imbibed drugs.
Dave had organised taxis to take us home. Henry and I shared one with my new friend who became a regular visitor.
The next year flew by with both of us regularly being hired by clients. According to Dave, we were the most popular, but I doubted that was true. Even so, I now had a regular list of clients who kept me well employed, as did Henry.
When my five-year contract came to an end, I agreed with Henry that we'd continue for at least another year. "Why give up a good job" I laughed. "It pays well and it's fun."
However, we were planning for our retirement by starting up a decorating business. For gay clients, we offered to work in the nude, for an extra fee, of course!