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Party Propositions
Life has a way of creeping up on you and before you know it you're on a completely different path than what you expected or set out to follow.
When I was younger I was going to be a paramedic and help save lives. I was going to drive around in an ambulance and be a hero. I did well in school and got myself into a good university, but partying and drinking seemed so much more fun and by the time all my friends were graduating I was being handed letters to say I'd failed the course and I would have to begin again.
I'm determined to do it right this time and I'm now in my final year, but fees and loans have meant that I am always broke so to top up the old bank balance I've started hiring myself out for parties dressed as a clown. I couldn't tell my mates because they'd take the piss out of me, and my bird has expensive tastes and always wants, wants, wants but even she would think I was a loser if she knew so what else am I meant to do? There's barely any jobs around here as it is and even less that would fit around my school hours so it was this or nothing. Luckily I get to hide my face behind a load of makeup and go unrecognised. I don't even care that much because I just want to pay my way, but I've got a reputation to keep up and I'm 25 now so I'd rather keep it on the down low until something better comes along.
I got a call at 7am on Saturday from a woman who lived on the outskirts of town in quite a posh little neighbourhood. She had a kids party with 70 guests that afternoon and her hired entertainment had let her down. She knew it was short notice but was willing to pay me double to go along and entertain the kids for 2 hours. It was £400 so I said yes on the spot.
I quickly got my stuff together and drove over to the address she had given me. The house was huge and covered in balloons and banners and bunting. I knocked on the door and a very attractive woman in her early 30s answered. I told her who I was and explained that I needed somewhere to get ready as I didn't have time beforehand and she showed me to one of the bedrooms on the second floor.
I quickly undressed down to my underwear and sat at the dressing table to begin applying my makeup. I'd done this enough times that it never really took all that long. I had finished with the makeup and was just fitting on the wig when a man entered the room.
"Don't mind me" he said, "I've just come in to talk money. I'm Owen, Susans husband."
He was about 32, tall and muscular with a hipster beard and an earing. He was dressed casually in shorts and t-shirt and didn't seem at all put off by the fact I was sitting there in just my pants with a face full of makeup and a purple wig.
"Susan said we're paying you double. She probably wouldn't be so quick to spend if it was her account the money came from."
There was a hint of bitterness in his voice but it didn't seem directed at me. I guessed this was just a problem they had on a regular basis. I told him the fee and felt like I should offer to waiver the extra, but she offered and I wasn't really in a position to turn it down.
"I hope you're worth it buddy, or we'll have to think of other ways to make you earn it."
I knew it was a joke and he laughed as he said it, but there was something about the way he looked me over that made me wonder if he wasn't being at least a little bit serious.
I stood up to get the costume on and felt his eyes on me. I was only wearing briefs and I knew my big balls and 6" soft cock were bulging it out. It looked even bigger because my waist was so small. I was in great shape from a life of swimming but my waist has always been quite narrow which always makes my bulge look bigger. He stared a little but not too much that it felt uncomfortable.
"How much do you charge for that?" he said laughing, motioning towards my bulge. Again, it was a joke but it seemed a little less appropriate.
"You couldn't afford it" I joked back before slipping on my costume. He laughed and then handed me cash from a safe in the wardrobe to cover the cost of the afternoon and we both left and headed downstairs to the party.
You can always tell when a lot of money has been thrown into a party and this one definitely had no expense spared. The majority of the kids and adults hung around the large pool in the back garden which was surrounded by even more balloons and banners, with music and lots and lots of food. I entertained the kids for a while making balloon animals and doing little tricks and the time went by pretty quickly. During most of these gigs I come and do my stuff and then leave. I'm the hired help and I'm treated like it, but this family were nice. They offered me food and drinks and chatted to me like I was a guest. It made a nice change.
When the time came to leave I told the kids I was going, did a couple more tricks and then made my exit. The adults were all fussing around and most had by now gotten in the pool. The party was in full swing and it sort of felt a shame to leave. I made my way upstairs and headed to the room where I had left my things. When I opened the door Owen was in there, I think waiting for me, because he was sat at the dresser not really doing anything other than staring towards the door.
I felt a little awkward, but also not shy and not wanting to hang around so I started undressing to get back into my normal clothes.
"That went well. Everyone seemed to really enjoy it" he said, still sitting, staring out at me.
"Yeah, you've all been really kind, thanks. I enjoyed it."
It was then that he stood up and started walking towards me. I stood up straight, ready to fight if he attacked me or something. I didn't know what to expect but you read about all sorts of crazy nut jobs and I wanted to be on my guard. Once again I was stuck in my pants in an awkward silence.
He moved towards me but didn't seem like he was about to attack so I relaxed a little.
"So really, how much is it for this?"
He reached out and grabbed hold of my bulge, not hard, but firm, and I backed away. That shits not my style and I wasn't going gay for pay for the sake of a couple of extra bucks.
"I told you you couldn't afford it, and that's not what I'm into anyway."
He smiled and reached out again, but I backed away before he could.
"You've already had £400 to do your tricks for the kids, so how about I give you another 400 and you do some tricks for me?"
I admit, I was tempted. £800 for 2 hours work isn't a bad little number. He must have sensed my hesitations because he said all I'd have to do is get my dick out and get it hard.
I thought about it a little longer then decided 'fuck it'. Guys have seen me naked at the gym and I've got 10 solid inches of hard cock to show off, so for that amount of money why not?
I told him to stay standing while I went over to the chair at the desk. I turned my back to him and pulled down my pants so he could see my arse. I wasn't bothered about putting on a show, so once I stepped out of the briefs I turned around and let him see my dick, still soft. His eyes widened and I knew he was liking what he was seeing.
I sat down on the chair and spread my legs out a bit to get comfy. He pulled down the waistband of his shorts and let outa pretty sizable dick. Bigger than mine, I'd say, or at least the same size. He was stroking it and it was getting real hard, real fast. I started to slowly stroke my dick but nothing was working. I just wasn't getting hard. I closed my eyes and tried thinking about my girlfriend and the crazy shit we'd done together, but the image of him stroking his cock kept creeping in. It must have been having an effect on me because the more I thought about it, the harder I got. I could have just opened by eyes and looked at it but I didn't want him thinking he was getting me off.
When I was at full mast I stood up so he could get a good view of it.
"There, you've got what you asked for" I said, perhaps a bit more harshly than I'd intended. "Can I go now?"
It took ages to get my dick hard, but now standing there, both of us with our tools out, it wouldn't go soft.
"Let me touch it"
"What? No way, man." I protested. You've got what you asked for now just give me the money so I can be on my way."
"A Thousand" he said without missing a beat. "Let me stroke it and I will give you a thousand."
I didn't want to do it but I didn't want to turn the money down either. I couldn't give in by saying yes so I just motioned towards my cock and he wasted no time in reaching out and taking it in his fist. He knew what he was doing, I'll give him that much. He stroked along my shaft, cupping my balls as he did so. He reached around to squeeze my ass as he tugged on my dick. He didn't pay but I didn't stop him. It felt kinda nice, actually.
I was enjoying what he was doing, despite my better judgement, so I closed my eyes and cocked my head back. Seconds later I felt his mouth clamp around my tool and start sucking. It felt good. It felt really good.
"It'll cost you," I said. "Fifteen hundred."
He just nodded in agreement and carried on servicing my shaft. I could hear the people outside carrying on with the party. I felt sorry for Susan, sitting down stairs thinking everything is normal while her husband is upstairs sucking on my prick. I could have stopped it. I should have. It just felt so good. Even better knowing I was earning big money for it.
The sucking continued and pretty soon I was really getting into it, holding on to his head and guiding his motions on my cock. It didn't take long before I started to get close and he must have sensed it because he quickly pulled off.
"Two grand. I'll give you two grand to give me a proper seeing to."
By this point I was too far gone and I probably would have done it for free. I spun him around, bent him over the chair and pulled his shorts down over his ass. He wanted a proper seeing to and that's what he was going to get. I leaned down, spat on his hole and worked it in with a finger. He moaned and flinched, but I didn't stop. I spat on it again before adding another finger and loosening him up ready for my fat cock.
I pushed the head against his hole, still wet from his blowjob and the precum oozing from the tip, and began to push it in. He let out a moan but pushed back against me. He wanted it and I was going to give it to him. I started off slow while I got myself comfortable but built up a fast pace as I went on. His ass was tight and clenching around my nob as I thrust in and out of his mancunt. He was wanking his dick really fast as I fucked him and I knew he wouldn't last long.
I lifted my leg up on the chair beside him allowing me to get in even deeper, held on to his shoulders and started fucking him hard and fast. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate but I didn't care. I wanted to get my money and get out of there, but I was also enjoying it and that was freaking me out. He started moaning hard and pushing back against me before his dick started spewing hot cum all over the chair in front of him. His ass tightening around my dick was too much and moments later I was blasting his hole full of my spunk. I held on tight to his hips, thrusting out every last drop into his ass before pulling out and smearing the last off it against his ass.
I dressed quickly, suddenly aware that anyone could walk in at any time. Owen pulled his shorts up and it looked like nothing had happened, even though I knew he'd be walking around with my load inside him. He walked to the safe in the wardrobe and counted out £2400 in 20's before handing it over.
"I'm a man of my word. There'll be more where that came from if you're up for it?"
I didn't answer, just took the money, grabbed my bag and left, still with a face full of makeup.
There might be a part 2 if this goes over well. I know where the story is headed if people want more, so email with your comments.