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Boy For Hire Ch. 01 Virginity lost. All characters are 18 years and over.
I am an 18 year old boy, and as sexually frustrated as hell.
I attend the local gym which is used by many rich ladies and yummy mummies that are bored, horny and cock hungry.
What is more, they are willing to pay.
The perfect environment for a fit, sex starved 18 year old who is best described as hung, young and full of cum.
After three months I was given free membership and a small weekly pay packet because the owner said I am eye-candy, the sort the female members like to be around.
The gym is a meat market for rich, idle women who are out to escape the boredom of their home lives. Some staff, like me, can help with that problem.
They are mainly trophy wives, thirty to fifty year old women married to much older guys. You can put two and two together and you will be right.
Rather than have a frustrated wife flash her cunt at every guy she fancies, it is better to use the discreet services of a young guy and pay for his trouble.
Everybody knows, but everybody pretends not to know.
The result is that the trophy wife is satisfied, the old guy is happy, the young guy has cash in his pocket and the gym takes a percentage. Result, all are happy.
When the boss at the gym called me to his office and told me I had been specifically asked to “personally supervise” (gym code for “she wants you”) one of the bored females, I knew the score and reminded him of my virginal status.
I was surprised when he told me that was why she had asked for me.
I told him I would do my best.
That was on a Friday. I was required on the Sunday.
Waking on Sunday morning I found I had the hardest boner in my living memory. I sleep naked, the bet is that if I didn’t my cock would rip my shorts to shreds. I normally wake up hard, but this morning was special because today I was hoping to lose my virginity. I was fired up with all the fantasies of an 18 year old.
After years of masturbating, I was at last to have a shot at fucking my virginity into history. Inserting my cock into a pussy, fill it with my young cum and still have plenty in reserve to massage into a pair of firm tits, and fill a mouth maybe.
To be precise, experience the pussy of a luscious, petite lady that I only know as a member of the gym. I have never spoken to her and do not know her name, but to me she is as hot as a steaming volcano, and I lust for her.
Well, to be perfectly honest, for her cunt.
She had apparently, ‘booked’ me after being told I was a virgin!
I chuck the sheet off and Mrs. Palm and her daughters grab my engorged cock. Five strokes are all that it takes before my pole erupts, sending fountain after fountain of baby-lava into the stratosphere.
Well it would have got that far, had it not splattered on the wall behind my head.
With my deflating dick swaying in front of me I head for the shower, passing brother Reg on the way.
He sees my half rigid, cum slicked cock and says, “Hey, baby brother, be careful with that thing, you might trip over it.”
I give him the finger and duck into the shower where I beat off again.
I get on well with my older brothers. They are not into the weights like I am, so are skinny. I guess I could lift both above my head quite easily.
They needle me about my lack of girlfriends and, to be fair, have introduced me to some they think I might like. They do not know about my virginal status.
The girls they have pushed my way were no help in that department. I just never got to the crease with them and they drifted away, probably thought I was gay.
‘Never got to the crease’, now that conjures up thoughts of a pussy with lips as the crease. Anyone for cricket? I have the bat and balls, all I need is the wicket.
What does this virgin know of a pussy? Well, I have seen the pictures and studied the porno movies, so am confident I will recognise the first one I see.
The shower water swirls the fresh cum into the drain as my imagination places me at that crease, as I beat out a tune on my trusty bat and empty my balls.
With that in mind I start preparing for a day that I thought would never come. The mere idea elevates my member to readiness level 10/10.
My boss at the gym had talked to me in his office and offered some advice. He told me that, as I was inexperienced, I needed to know certain things, or I would come across as a complete twat. He told me to prepare myself so that the lady was not repelled. “Kid, you are not going to be with some young girl that is as inexperienced as you are. The lady you will visit knows the ropes, if you get my meaning”. I had a pretty good and vivid idea of what he meant. Christ, would I be able to live up to her expectations?
He gave me the following advice:
Be ultra clean and well shaven. (I started shaving when I was sixteen.)
Clean your teeth, floss and poker oyna use a mouthwash.
Trim your pubes and ball bag, an untidy bush is gross.
The same for your ass crack.
Wear clean underwear.
Have clean finger and toenails.
Arrive neatly dressed, not overdressed.
Wash your ass out and douche it. After that swallow an Imodium tablet.
Aim to be invited back.
He told me all this in a very matter-of-fact way. I was embarrassed, but knew he was genuinely trying to help. I suspected he was also trying to make sure I did not screw up as he was wanting to keep the gym clients happy and paying.
I was a bit worried about the cost of kitting myself out with some decent clothes. He must have sensed that because he gave me seventy-five folding ones. I took it and asked if he would deduct it from my pay over a few weeks, I could not afford to repay him in one lump sum.
He looked at me, “There will be no need to take it off your pay, no need at all for that, if you live up to expectations.”
After I had showered and shaved, I pulled on a pair of shorts, ordered my cock to have a nap, and went down to breakfast.
After breakfast I started my preparations.
I had already showered and shaved but I shaved again. Then I got in the shower, took the head off the hose and carefully shoved the end of it up my bum. Being a novice at this I only used cold water and just about freaked out when the jet of cold hit in that place where the sun does not shine. I quickly changed to a warm mix of hot and cold and filled myself up.
Dropping the hose, I clenched my butt cheeks and hopped over to the toilet, sat down and let it go, squeezing my insides. The water jetted out, carrying with it a lot of crap. I repeated that three times. Colonic irrigation, they say it is healthy.
Then I stood in the shower for five minutes and allowed whatever water remained to trickle out of my ass and down my legs, finishing with a final and vigorous all-over shower and scrub.
After that I swallowed an Imodium tablet, an anti-diarrhoea medicine that dries up any remaining water retained up there.
After that I trimmed my pubes and ball bag. I liked how it looked, cock in full view and balls hanging like juicy ripe plums. Very cool, very sexy!
My just under nine-inch cock is cut, so the head stands clean and proud.
Tastier to suck, so I am told, and easier to handle… besides being a lot healthier.
All that was left of the undergrowth was a closely cropped, one-inch strip of hair tapering up to my navel, an artistic touch I created when busy with the razor.
For my bum crack I used some hair remover for the recommended three minutes and then wiped it, removing a lot of hair. I washed the surplus hair away and applied a moisturiser to soothe the skin.
Having silky-smooth pubes and bum crack is a great sensation, you should try it.
Finally, I put on clean shorts and a tight tee shirt.
Tucking a Speedo costume into my tog bag, I was ready to roll.
I had been given the address. It was in gated community about 45 minutes down the coast. I was to arrive at 12.30pm. I had borrowed a motorbike from my brother and rode along in high anticipation.
My cock was behaving itself, but it was a struggle. Arriving at the gate some ten minutes early, I told the security guy that I was expected at
He called the house to announce me and told me to follow the road around to the ocean-side properties and the gates to No.7 would open.
Those gates are massive, they swung open. I rode up the long drive to the house.
There was a tough looking guy in a suit standing under an entrance porch that is bigger than most houses, he signalled me to stop. I cut the engine and pulled the bike on to its stand, dismounted and removed my helmet. The guy just looked at me then told me to push the bike to one side and follow him.
He led the way around the side of the house until we came to a huge lawn, which faced the ocean. The lawn ran to an infinity pool on what must be a cliff edge.
Sitting in a deckchair about 25 yards back from the pool was this fat old guy.
His eyes hidden behind dark glasses. I had no doubt that he was looking directly at me. He raised a pale hand, beckoning me to approach. I walked across the lawn and stood in front of him, extending my hand. “Good afternoon, sir.”
He ignored my hand, just nodded, I was aware of him inspecting me closely. After about three minutes of silence he said, “My wife asked for you to visit today. You understand that you will never talk of this and will not try and make contact again. When and if she wants to see you, I will get a message to you. Fuck up on the rules and you will not be a happy boy. Understood?”
There was real menace in that voice.
I nodded. No way was I going to mess about. He looked like canlı poker oyna a mafia type that could make me disappear and end up as sausage meat.
“Good. My wife will be with us shortly, you jump in the pool and wait for her.”
He noticed the tog bag. “What have you got there?” he asked.
“My swim costume,” I replied.
A smile cracked his lips. “Very private here, you can forget that. Strip now and leave your clothes on that chair.”
You will appreciate that stripping naked in front of the old guy was not exactly what I had anticipated.
In front of his wife would be a different matter entirely. Believe you me, I was looking forward to that.
My brain told me to just do it or he might put a call in to the sausage factory and I would be served up on a plate somewhere that night.
Acting like it was perfectly natural, I stripped and stood naked in front of him, like prime beef on an auction block.
I am proud of my body. If people want to look at it, they can do so. Be my guest.
He looked me over. “Good, now get in the pool”.
Trying to look as if I did this sort of thing most days, I walked to the pool, my cock half erect, and dived in.
The pool extends out over the cliff edge, with a glass floor. The opposite side to the house is a glass wall. While underwater you can look down to the beach below, or out to sea. It was like diving naked into a goldfish bowl.
I swam about for a few minutes and then floated on my back, cock standing proudly at a 45-degree angle to my body.
I could see the old guy in his chair, he was talking into a ‘phone.
Seconds later a lady I recognised from the gym walked from the house, stopped by him briefly and then she was standing on the pool edge.
I guess the ‘phone call was to tell her I had passed and was all hers to enjoy.
Through slit eyes, I watched her as she inspected the meat on display.
I pretended not to notice her as I idly put a hand to my nuts and lifted them into clear view. Then I stroked my cock and slowly ran a finger-tip up the shaft and round the head.
Licking her lips, she raised her dark glasses to get a better view.
She looked to be twice my age or more, and has a great figure and tits, the sort all teenage boys dream of getting their hands on.
Without my eyes moving, my brain looked from her to the old guy and back again. Shit, there must be 50 years between them!
No wonder he allows her to play with boys.
She would be getting no pleasure from his cock and, as it shelters under his gut, I doubt he has seen that part of his anatomy for a couple of decades.
I guess she liked what she saw because she smiled at me. “Hello, sweetie, I am so pleased you could come and visit me.”
I acted surprised to see her and climbed out of the pool, as if not remembering my nakedness.
My hard cock had her full attention. “My, my, what a big boy!”
Holding my erection, she used it like a dog-lead to tow me along as she walked over to the old guy.
He smiled at his wife as we stood in front of him, she is gripping the rigid cock of a naked 18-year-old boy, a cock that was slowly releasing a flow of pre-cum from the single eye in its bulbous head.
“Thank you darling, thank you so much,” she said, addressing her husband, the fingers of one hand holding the sticky cum-coated cock while the other hand was now cupping and fondling two large and very full balls. She bent down and kissed the top of his bald head. I wanted her to kiss the head of my cock.
I twitched my erection and her fingers tightened possessively around the shaft. Not that she could encircle it, far too big, but you get my meaning.
What could I do, I was the paid for toy-boy provided by her husband?
The old guy extended both hands, palms upward, in the universal gesture of giving, “My pleasure, darling. Have fun, I hope you will not be disappointed. You chose the boy.”
She smiled. “I am sure I will not be disappointed dear, such a cute and lovely boy.”
The “cute and lovely boy” was fighting his mounting excitement.
She squeezed my cock and then removed her tight blouse to release her tits, they stood out like missiles about to launch. There was no bra. Then she dropped her tiny shorts. There were no knickers and I was looking at her perfectly formed pussy. Smooth shaven and very prominent, pouting lips. Must be Botox.
She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. Her hairless pussy mound hot and wet on my abs, my cock jumped like it had been fed rocket fuel.
Taking my face in both hands she plugged her mouth to mine, thrusting her tongue between my lips to tonsil depth and gave a low-pitched moan as her tits bored into my pecs.
All this just three feet in front of hubby.
I was amazed that I was not freaking out and spraying cum everywhere, but I had control of the situation and it seemed so natural to have this naked woman moulding her body to mine. Not an everyday thing in my life so far. How internet casino about you? Ever experienced anything like this?
As I was facing him, and she was clamped to my front, his view was of my ready inches pointing directly up at the cute bum and cunt of his wife. Simply put, if she slipped a tiny bit her pussy would come to rest on an engorged cock head that had been efficiently lubricating itself in anticipation of just such a meeting.
She sure as hell knew where that cock-head was.
I felt her loosen her grip on my neck and sink her glorious pussy down till cunt and cock kissed.
Electricity flowed through our entwined bodies, we both tensed, my toes tingled as I felt a rush of power into my muscles, an empowering sensation.
As her moist cunt lips nudged the targeting cock, she disengaged her arms from round my neck. I was now supporting her with two hands cupped under her bum. She still had her legs clamped around my waist, ankles locked.
All those inches were waiting for her to impale herself. I was in full control, in no imminent danger of cumming.
I whispered in her ear. “Condom?”
She replied by slipping down till my cock head pushed the pussy poor ajar.
Clearly, she wanted me raw. So bareback it was to be.
She wanted me to fuck her and fill her with cum and a few million sperm that were anxious to go swimming in her love passage, with no barrier to stop them.
The head of my cock slipped half an inch into her cunt. It took superhuman effort not to release the tsunami of sperm-laden cum waiting in my balls.
The old guy was getting a front-row view of me invading his property.
She hung away from me, head thrown back, eyes wide open, bum cradled in my hands, looking up at the clear blue sky. Like a sacrifice to the Gods.
I bent my head and started licking her tits, the nipples were jutting up like organ stops and my tongue was roaming like a lunar-rover across those gorgeous mounds, lips hungrily exploring the terrain.
I am strong, her weight hanging off my waist and away from my torso was nothing at all.
She rolled her hips slightly and her wet snatch greedily took another inch as her breathing rate rose a few notches.
I was slightly thrown when she suddenly said, “Oh God, darling, so big, so strong, thank you, thank you, thank you”. It took a moment for me to realise that she was talking to her husband who was watching the action taking place, practically in his lap.
I could see him over her shoulder. He caught my eye and gave me a silent clap of appreciation, followed by a double thumbs up.
I guess I was functioning as required. I felt reassured, I was unlikely to become the main part of a sausage and mash meal in front of a TV somewhere.
I remained calm and unhurried, not easy but there was no way I was going to spoil this!
My heavy balls were relaxed and swinging, my rigid cock felt great and I was in no hurry as her hubby watched it disappearing into her cunt.
As I ventured into the interior her cunt opened before me. I could feel her gripping my tool and she was starting to moan quite loudly.
I was grunting like a rutting stallion and fighting to control the sensations.
Knowing that her husband was watching was a great turn-on.
The show was for his benefit and her pleasure, I aimed to please both.
Tell me, just how much more unselfish and considerate can a boy of 18 be?
I was standing with her bum cradled in my linked hands.
Her head was still thrown far back, and she was making those soft moaning sounds as she looked to the sky.
I let her slip a little more, she accepted another inch and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Finally, she looked at me and smiled, her cunt lips clamped around my shaft. “You are no virgin, you are a naughty boy and a fabulous lover, now put me down on the grass right here and fuck me properly.”
I protested that I really was a virgin, so she just said, “Never mind. Now fuck me right here. Fuck me hard, there’s a good boy.”
I decided it was best to assert my authority before obeying her instruction.
Without warning I dropped her, impaling her completely with the full length of my rock-hard cock. I felt sure that it had by now grown to exceed 9 inches.
The “good boy” gave her the lot, balls deep.
The shock of that caused her to scream, she fainted as my cock-head hit the buffers at the very deepest part of her love tunnel.
I stood there holding her limp body, nuzzling her tits as she was coming around.
As I did so her eyes opened, they had a glazed look, her mouth open in a silent scream. Beginning to focus she was quietly muttering “Please, fuck me now.”
Her fingers had clawed my back, I knew I would have the evidence of this encounter on my back for a few days. The scars of a warrior!
When first giving her instruction, she had said “Right here.”
Having been taught to obey my elders there was no way I was going to do otherwise. I knew that “right here” meant right there in front of her husband. There was no other place called ‘right here’ that I knew of, and I was not going to waste time searching for another place of that name. No sir!
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