Van Man

At the age of twenty I was effectively homeless, living in my van.
I'd drive around picking up bits of work, but it was talking to another homeless person in a park that I learned, if I could do it, that I could earn money sucking men off, and or having them fuck me in my van.
After not getting any work for a couple of weeks and needing petrol, I decided id try offering myself for sex.

I'm not kidding, within an hour of me letting certain people know I was considering it, I had a married father wanting his dick sucked.
I'm not sure how I went through with it, as I'd never sucked cock before. But I did suck him off in the back of my van. And received twenty pounds for what he said, was the best head he'd had in years.

The next day he was back, and that time I took my time to learn how to deep throat him. He paid me afterwards and again said I was amazing.
An hour later an older guy knocked on my van door. I sucked his balls dry in less than ten minutes, and received my money.
Easy money I thought and I actually enjoyed giving them pleasure.

The following night after parking across from a well to do area, I was flashed by a man in a top end car. He got out, got in the back of my van with me and had me sucking on his dick for a long time. Pulling out of my mouth, he asked me how much for a fuck.

Reaching for some hand cream I had, I unrolled the condom down his cock, turned around and knelt in front of him, then smeared my arsehole with the hand cream. I didn't let him know I was a virgin, and he didn't ask.
He thrust into me and I gritted my teeth. He gave me one hell of a fucking and didn't stop until his cock erupted up my arse filling the condom, a good twenty minutes later.
Sliding his cock out, he told me whatever I was charging, it wasn't enough. I was going to say fifty quid and be cheeky. He gave me a hundred pounds like he was paying me a penny.

It was then I decided id try and sort out the van.
I cleaned it out properly, painted the inside and got hold of a really good single bunk and mattress. Making it look a million times better, I drove down to a town I'd worked in before.
It took a couple of days, but word got out and I had the most unexpected guy turn up for sex.

It was noon, I was cleaning the outside of the van down by a stream, and a man I'd met a few times before asked me if I'd give him a blow job.
It was nearly two o'clock by the time he got out. It had been just a blow job he'd wanted, but we ended up fucking and I ended up taking his bare cock up my arsehole over and over again.
My arse was literally dripping with his cum loads when he handed me far more than I'd asked for.
Before he left me, he asked that I be discreet. All I'll say is he wasn't carrying his briefs briefcase.

From then on I seemed to get more and more men wanting sex. Word quickly spreads and in the local towns I was visiting, I was sucking dick for reasonable money, but fucking for really good money.
And what's more, is I became extremely good at giving them everything they wanted and then some. So much so I exchanged my van for a nearly new one and had it fitted out. And all from being a really really good fuck.

Some might ask why I stayed in a van. It was because I hated being in one place permanently. Plus my mothers boyfriend had kicked me out, for daring to eat some food.
I loved the freedom and increasingly loved being fucked. The money was fantastic and I had to open a bank account.

After a year I had a very healthy bank balance and decided to rent a place. It was ok for a short while, but even though I was having clients visit, I didn't like that some were put off by where I was. And I'd lost a unique selling point, their mobile escort was stationary.

It didn't take long to realise I was losing money, so I gave up the rented place. And my first fuck happened the moment my van parked up near to a place discerning men knew to come to.

It was a man of means shall we say. I parked away from his chauffeured vehicle and had over an hours sex with him. He loved that it was in a van, and he loved the fact he knew where I parked at different times of the month.

Three more years. That's how long I enjoyed myself in my vehicles. And I was living in a motorhome by the time I gave up the life.

It was a beautiful stunning and extremely caring woman who eventually persuaded me to stop. I'm married to her now. She knows everything about my past, and understands every now and then I like to indulge my need to be fucked.

We live in a very old, but beautifully renovated cottage and I paint for a living. Not that I need to work.
I enjoy our life and I adore that she gives me freedom to express myself in every way.

By the way, I have heard recently someone else, a young guy is living out of a van (far nicer than my first few vans I can tell you), enjoying selling his sex to live.
I wonder where he got the idea from.