Eleven years ago I bought a second hand van and traveled around looking for work. My father had died when I was six and my mother was a waste of space, living off drink and drugs.
Moving from town to town finding work here and there, often sleeping in my van, I ran out of luck with my van being deliberately set alight one evening. I wasn't in it sleeping at the time, but it was only by pure luck I wasn't as I was earning some money another way, other than manual work I usually did.
I was in the back of a gentleman's car at the time of my vans demise, sucking my first ever cock until he came in my mouth and had me swallow his load. I got paid forty pounds for sucking him off and finger fucking his arse, but more than that, I was also told that I'd been that good, he knew some men who'd love to have me service them too.
Getting back to my van, I was so pissed off to see it burned out, I walked around the town even though it was pissing down, until I started to see the drunks falling out of the pubs at closing time. With nowhere to sleep, but with forty five pounds in my pocket (I already had a fiver) I booked into a crappy looking hotel. The hotel turned out to be a stroke of good fortune.
Answering the mobile I had part purchased, part worked for, only three days before off a guy, I heard the voice of the man who's cock I'd not long ago drained. He asked me if I was available to entertain two of his friends. Letting him know where I was, he and his friends knocked my hotel room door an hour later.
Each man that walked into my hotel room was in their fifties or early sixties. All of them were a little overweight and all of them as far as I could tell from their wedding bands, were married. I was asked to strip for them and to show them my arsehole as I was asked to bend and pull my cheeks apart. One guy, the oldest looking of the three, asked me if I did anything other than sucking cock. I didn't tell them their friends cock was my first ever, and I'd only done that to make sure he paid me twenty pounds for the manual work I'd done for him that morning. He'd asked me to move some garden rubbish in my van, but when I went to get the money for the work, his wife was there and he hurriedly asked me to meet him later on.
It wasn't as if I didn't know where he lived, so I agreed. I also agreed when I met him to get into his car. With a five pound note in my back pocket and the twenty for the manual work, sucking his cock seemed an easy option to add another twenty.
Still bent over, the oldest man walked over to me, put his hands onto my arse cheeks and pulled them apart himself. I felt his hot breath on my arse and then felt his tongue slide up my arse crack. It felt weird to have a guy sexing me this way, but I let him continue as the other man I didn't know got beneath me and took my growing cock into his mouth. Moments later the man I'd sucked off earlier, fed me his cock again and I was at the centre of a male orgy.
All told that night, I sucked off each man at least once and had my arsehole, tongued, probed and almost fucked. I say almost because after sucking each of their cocks dry, only one of them could get anywhere near hard enough to penetrate me. But he failed to enter me and instead I sucked him off again.
When they walked out, I was a hundred and twenty pounds in pocket and had my hotel bill paid for a week. Two days later after finishing off a job for a woman, I got a text message asking me if I'd be willing to have some fun with the same two men, but without him. He said if they could both fuck me they'd pay much more. I text back saying, I'd be showered and ready for them by nine o'clock that night.
If you've never been fucked before, you'll not know not everyone feels intense pain when they're first penetrated. I was one of those type of first timers. It was a surprise to me, as I'd heard it can hurt like holy hell the first time. I was prepared for it, but after having oral sex with both men for over half an hour and having my arsehole tongued continually, I unfurled a condom down the oldest of the two gents cocks and got onto my knees. He got up close behind me and fed me his cock slowly, until every inch of his seven inch cock was buried up my arsehole. As soon as he began to fuck me for real, I began to get an overwhelming feeling in my arse, on through my body and down my ragingly hard cock.It was such a nice feeling, I began to beg the guy to fuck me harder, just as I did, I was given the other mans cock to suck. I had such a fantastic time that first time, I still remember nearly every detail of what we did together and can remember the feeling of utter lust when he came inside my body filling the condom. His cock was quickly replaced by my second lover and within seconds of it bottoming out up my arsehole, I came in a torrent of flying cum. He rode my arse for over a quarter of an hour, and in that time I learned just how good it felt to be fucked by men who know what they want. They were never overly hard in their approach to fucking me, but they didn't hold back either, fucking me in a variety of positions. It was two hours of sheer enjoyment on my part and I loved every second of it. I enjoyed it that much, I decided during the time I was bouncing up and down on one cock whilst having another to suck, I was going to make servicing men my full time employment.
Getting paid the amount I got paid, only cemented my reasoning to take on a rent boys role full time. I instantly paid up my room fee for the rest of the month and told the gents I'd be sticking around for some time. Not only did they return time and again to fuck me, they also put word around about, that there's a young slim nineteen year old who takes cock really well.
Up to the point of my hotel rooms rent running out, I was decidind to move to another hotel. But thinking through it I decided to stay. There was no way the people I was having visit me for sex, were going to go to a higher class hotel, mostly because they might just meet peole of their own standing. And besides my room was extremely fit for purpose. It had a real large bed, lots of room to invite more than one or two men around and something I got to use a lot with the men who soon began to call on me, a walk in shower.
If I tried now to think of how many times I was fucked in that shower, it would be in the hundreds.
I worked for over three years from that hotel room. All the time saving my money and paying my way in the hotel. I soon got to know everyone who worked there and had a special arrangement with the so called concierge. He'd take a small tax from me, off each parson he had escorted up to my room. Plus once or twice a month when he told his wife he was finishing late, he'd fuck me senseless with his really curved large cock.
I moved out after more than three years, not because I was disliking my life style, it was because I wanted to visit places around the globe. I'd had my travel fund put to one side, apart from my regular bank account and it afforded me the luxury of taking six months off.
After my travels (They were great), I planned on going back, but I moved down south instead and stayed in a hotel just outside of Brighton. I never did get another concierge as accommodating as my first, but even so, I soon built up a list of gents who were either on business, holiday or living in and around the town. If anything I was paid more than before and enjoyed the sex in a different way. I still had men who exclusively wanted to fuck me for my baby faced looks and small slim build. But I also got an increasingly larger amount of men who wanted me to fuck them.
Then after eighteen months of nearly constant work, I met a very different woman from any I'd ever met. She herself was and is bisexual, but we just hit it off at a party. We became inseparable and I found myself proposing after we'd been seeing each other for nearly six months. In those six months I'd not once seen any men, and had taken on a job at a fashion house. We got married with a only a few friends and family attending, but one special friend did travel all the way from the north to be there. He was my ex concierge.
My wife and I have moved back up to my original hotels town. I'm working mostly from home for another fashion establishment which is based in the town, and my wife who models, is always on the go, here, there and everywhere. It leaves me time alone in our house, time I find myself texting my old concierge to visit me. At last once a week I have him fuck me with his extra curvy thick cock and at least once a week I'm taken back to those pleasurable days when I fucked for money.
I'm not cheating per say, as my wife knows about my love of cock and being fucked. She also knows I have a special relationship with my old concierge. She won't have him visit me for sex when she's home, but we have had barbecues and parties where he's been invited. I have to admit though, that once last year during a barbecue, we did slope off to have a quickie upstairs as my wife entertained our guests.
Eating a half burned burger whilst his cum leaked out of my arse was a little disturbing, but also fun.