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Debt to Pay
When I was a young person, I learned the true cost of falling into debt with the wrong people. At the time, I worked for my father and we weren’t best of friends. I wanted to show him that I was capable of looking after myself but soon after moving into my new flat, I fell into debt. It was only £500, next to nothing nowadays but a lot in the 1980s. At the shop where my father placed me, I worked with Brian, a jovial, eloquent man, aged in his 60s. Brian had a ‘past’ and was the butt of jokes among his fellow employees, particularly my father, who ridiculed him constantly. Brian had been imprisoned in the 1960s for a homosexual act at a time when homosexuality was outlawed. After his release, Brian found a way back into employment but his past never left him.
I liked Brian. He always seemed kind and caring to me. One day he detected that I was in a sombre mood and in the storeroom, below street level, he caught up with me just as I headed off for lunch. I confessed to him that a debt was hanging over me but out of pride, I wouldn’t ask dad to help me out. Brian suggested a few alternatives but none seemed feasible so flippantly, he said that I could always be a rent boy. I laughed, though in those days I didn’t know what that was.
Several weeks later, I had missed payments and bailiffs were threatened. I knew that my father would destroy me if this leaked out. My mood grew evermore darker. Brian approached me again and this time I told him that my plight was dire. He suggested that for a payment of interest of 10% per month, he could pay off the loan and I pay him when I could. I snapped his hand off even though I realised I was still living beyond my means and really, moving back home was the only option. After several months, I had to face up to Brian and tell him that I could not afford payments of any kind. By now, the debt was over £600.
Brian suggested extra work but the time was one of austerity and I was lucky even to have a fulltime job let alone a secondary one. Brian said to leave the problem with him and he would work on a solution. I was desperate and he detected this but I was confident that Brian always sorted my problems. Several days later, he returned to me and said that he had exhausted every option and none seemed suitable. He said that he would have to tell my father, who would make deductions from my wages every week. This caused me a bigger problem because not only would father be indebted to Brian, someone he loathed, but that my cost of living would simply get less affordable after deductions. ‘There is one thing I have in mind,’ suggested Brian, ‘but it is not something you will entertain.’
Anything, I foolishly replied. Brian advised that every Sunday afternoon, he and two friends, Malcolm and Steven, held a party at his flat. He was blunt and said that the other two, although married, enjoyed ‘swinging to the other side,’ as he put it. In other words, it was a gay sex party. Brian played it down, stating that they only had a few drinks, watched a video, read a few dirty mags etc. and that I would be the host, serving drinks and running to and from the shops. I rejected the offer out of hand. The next morning, Brian was on the phone to my father and I heard him say that he had a delicate matter to discuss concerning me. I was furious but when I confronted Brian, he said that I had two choices. Take the offer of being a host or accept my father’s wrath. I had no alternative and accepted the job. The following day, Saturday, my Father came to the shop and mocked Brian for his queerness. He did it in front of other staff and they all laughed. Brian looked at me and his expression was enough for my smile to disappear. As I went to leave that night, Brian told me the time of the party and reassured me that there was nothing untoward.
When I got to Brian’s flat, I was surprised how modern and comfortable it was. Tables and chairs were laid out in front of the TV and underneath was a video recorder and selection of gay porn tapes. Brian closed the blinds and the room slipped into near darkness. Somehow, I preferred it this way. He reeled off my list of tasks: serve nibbles to his friends, make beverages, serve beer and spirits, wash the dishes. Ok, I thought, not too difficult.
Just before the two friends arrived, I had filled the bowls with crisps and nuts and set the video. Beers were at the ready. Brian then drew me into his bedroom. He pointed to a pair of see through black briefs. I will never forget how horrified I felt when I saw them. He advised that it was a requirement to wear these and only these, during the party. Despite my pleas, Brian insisted. So I complied. I recall looking in the mirror at my young fit body, clad only in these skimpy briefs. The doorbell rang and Brian entered. He just about pushed me into the lounge where his two friends were standing.
Malcom was late 50s, quite handsome and had a beard. Steven was very overweight, wore spectacles and had a bushy moustache. When I entered, both cheered and came over to me, extending their hands. Brian introduced me and then told me to get the drinks. Oddly, I felt comfortable after a while. Brian and his friends seemed to ignore me as they chatted and snacked and drank. Then at about 2pm, the first video came on. I laugh now but it was really fuzzy and the colours were a bright hew. It was a US gay porn video where a guy was being strung up and used by another two moustached guys. I tried not to watch as I served food and drinks but could not help the odd glance. By now, all of the party had drunk a few beers and were in high spirits.
When the first video had finished, Brian took me into his bedroom and said that he would pay me £10 per week for my work and some of the guys might tip me. This wasn’t great. £10 was ok money for the time but with the debt accumulating £50 interest per month, I wouldn’t even be making the interest payments. He had a solution: sex. He said that for a hand jobs I could charge them £5 per party. Oral would be double. Nothing else was suggested. I instantly refused but Brian smiled and said, ‘Think about it’.
The following week, I attended the party and the same ritual played out though this time Brian presented me with my debt balance, £620 including monthly interest of £50! Despite my protests, he insisted that the solution was in my hands. I donned the see through briefs as before and served Brian and his friend with the snacks and drinks. Malcolm asked if I would take a break and sit between him and Steve. Brian nodded his approval. As I placed the bowl of nuts down, I felt a hand caress my arse cheeks. I sat and the touch was almost dismissed as the two guys concentrated on the porn film. I didn’t know where to look but after a while, as you do, your attention draws to the TV.
At one point, I saw Steven signal to Brian that I had a very visible erection in my briefs. Malcolm then placed his arm on the sofa back, behind my head. Occasionally, I felt his fingers touch my neck but it could have been accidental. Nevertheless, I admit to feeling slightly aroused. I then saw him glancing at me. His hand wandered down to my thigh. ‘Is that OK,’ he asked, very calmly, while looking at the TV. I did not reply, so he continued. ‘You are very pretty, you know that,’ he said and he asked me if I had a girlfriend but I did not. He seemed to inhale with great satisfaction at this. ‘We are married, me and Steven. We are not gay even though we watch this and like a bit of cock.’ I struggled to understand but somehow this comforted me.
Malcolm then placed his fingers inside the waistband of my briefs. I admit it felt good, almost ticklish. He moved his hand back and forth, constantly asking if I was OK. The hand went down and he held my balls quite tightly. I saw Steven looking intensely and Brian eager for me to relax and succumb. With that, Malcolm leaned forward and placed £10 under my waistband. ‘Don’t expect that much every week,’ he said, laughing. He then opened the fly of his trousers and out slid his reasonable sized cock. He gripped my hand and pulled it onto his erection. I don’t know how I did it but even though I felt revulsion, I started to masturbate him. The video was turned off. Both Brian and Steven watched me closely. Both threw £10 notes onto the floor at my bare feet. £30, I thought, plus the £10 host fee. That was £40 every week, so every month I would earn £160 and by the half year my debt was done.
Having rationalised my situation I continued to tug Malcom who removed his trousers fully. All the while I was pulling him I could feel Steven reassuring me. ‘Don’t worry, it doesn’t make you gay. We are both married.’ He then started stroking my arse cheeks. I turned onto my side to get more leverage and Steven, pulled my briefs down and stroked me between the cheeks. There, he left it, just as Malcom ejaculated. No sooner had he finished when Steven beckoned. His cock was small but nicely shaped, like a banana. He came very soon after I started. Brian stood over me at the time and just wanked off. As Steven started cumming, Brian did too and his sperm landed on my shoulders and chest.
I remember feeling very physically and mentally dirty but the guys allowed me to wash myself in the bathroom. To be fair they seemed very considerate, almost apologetic to me when I returned. None of them were interested in the porn anymore and took off early.
The next few weeks followed the same formulae: serve drinks, wank off the guests etc. I seemed to cruise by, earning my money and paying my debt. After three months, it almost became routine and…well a bit boring. Then Brian dropped a bombshell. I had paid £500 of debt which with interest left about £150 left and that meant one more month and I was gone. ‘The guys have been very generous but aren’t paying £10 for a hand job when they can get one for £5,’ he announced.
Suddenly the debt stretched out and I was left with another three month’s work. Brian suggested that oral would get me the tenner per time. I refused but fate dealt me yet another cruel blow. I had a fire and lost my cooker and washer. Replacement cost me a further £500. Brian loaned me the money and suddenly my debt stretched to over £650. At a fiver per hand job every week, I was barely paying off the interest again. On top of this, Brian said that Malcom and Steven were getting bored and might not wish me to host them anymore.
At the next party I knew what was expected. I sat next to Malcolm and Steven on the sofa after they’d watched a few pornos. They didn’t really speak to me this time. Malcom made his usual move with an arm around the sofa and removed his penis for a tug. He seemed bored and concentrated on the film. Even randy old Steven had his arms crossed. Without saying anything, I pushed my tongue against Malcom’s cock. He shifted straight away and I felt Steven sitting upright and being attentive. Slowly I licked the cock with the tip of my tongue and then opened my mouth to encircle it without any part of my lips or mouth touching. Malcom pressed down on my neck and there you are. My mouth wrapped around his cock. I was delivering my first gay oral.
I felt Steven move behind me and pull me to the floor between Malcolm’s legs while Malcolm continued to pin my head onto his cock. He then started thrusting. Steven took a position behind me. His fingers pulled down on my briefs and I felt his thumb circle my anus. Round and around it went, sending shivers through my body. Suddenly, Malcom started bucking and thrusting. He growled loudly and I felt a thick stream of sperm shoot into my mouth and down my throat. Having finished Malcom I looked up and saw Brian wanking straight into my face. I took his cock too and sucked it. At the last minute, he withdrew and came on my face and neck. I felt his juices slide down my skin and onto my chest. By contrast, Steven was not as interested in oral. He started to kiss me. I had never ever kissed a man before. Steven rammed his tongue into my mouth. I felt his facial hair coarsely rub against me skin. I really felt sick at this, more than the oral I had just given but Steven persisted. He just wanted me to wank him off again, which I did.
Normally, the guys would let me shower but on this occasion they wanted me to remove my briefs and continue serving drinks. Every time I came into the lounge they were excited, fondled and kissed my body. It was a strange feeling to be so desired. I’d never felt that even with a woman. And I guess, I liked the adoration.
Over the next month, a similar pattern followed whereby Brian told me that wanking and oral was not satisfying Malcolm and Steven as much but thankfully, he did not suggest an alternative. One Sunday, I left Brian’s bedroom to see the usual guests and another slimy guy called Martin. All night long, Martin leered at me and he was not as courteous as the others. He was just a grunting pig. Brian called me into his bedroom. He suggested that Martin was wealthy and would pay off my debt if I offered my arse. I refused again and went about my work. This time, none of the guests appeared interested in hand relief or oral. They just drank and laughed. So, I started drinking quite heavily. After about three hours of porn, we were all pissed. Brian turned on the lights and I sat between him and Martin. Martin suggested that I sit on his knee and he waved a £10 note as reward. I accepted having removed my briefs. Martin played with me, stroking my cock and balls. I admit that I had an erection and this sent him a bit crazy. He started wanking me! After a while, he said his hand hurt so he pulled me into his lap so that I had my back to him and my arse cheeks sank onto his thighs.
Malcom and Steven came over to watch us and had a bottle of Bells whisky. They opened my mouth and poured copious quantities inside. By now, I was very relaxed. I felt Martin lift me up on the pretext that I had cramped his legs but when he lowered me, his cock was at my entrance. I resisted but Brian then grabbed my jaw and said, ‘Look at me.’ I did. He said, ‘Look, taking it in the arse is nothing compared to what you’ve done. You’ve been wanking and sucking us all off for weeks. Just relax and let it happen.’
As Brian spoke, Martin had ground his fingers into my arse, daubed with lube. He then circled my ring. I stood up but my legs were weak. Steven, who was now fully naked, held me up and I buried my head in his chest. ‘I know it’s your first time but trust me, we will be gentle and you’ll enjoy it. You will. Come on, we have seen you change. You want daddy cock now don’t you?’
I don’t know why but I started sobbing. Steven held me tightly and Brian rubbed my back as did Malcom, all the time reassuring me. Martin just said, ‘Is he ready?’ Steven nodded and slowly lowered me onto Martin’s erect cock. ‘Move around like a corkscrew,’ they said and this screwing movement helped the cock break the entrance to my hole. ‘Now squeeze out as if you’re going to shit and then release the tension. On release, Martin pushed up and Malcolm pushed me down. The cock entered by about an inch but it felt much deeper. Over and again, the same advice came until something gave and I was fully impaled.
I remember looking up at the other guys. Martin did not really do much but made tiny thrusts. Malcom threw some money down and next thing I remember is his cock against my lips. I sucked, as I should. Steven and Brian then started lifting me up and down on Martin’s cock. He sensed the thrill and thrust up every time I was pushed down. He eventually gave in and with a roar, shot his load into my virgin ass.
Martin was very careful to pull out. The pain was unbearable but all the while, Steven reassured me and calmed me. I thought that this was it but he turned me around on the sofa and Malcom took up positon. The second cock was just as hard getting in but once inside, Malcom rode me without mercy. ‘Tell me you want daddy’s cock,’ he kept asking. Then, ‘You want me to cum?’ When I said yes, he duly did. I heard the slapping sound of his balls hitting my ass and then he thrust so hard that my head struck the wall behind the sofa. I spun over onto my back, not realising that this was the perfect position for Steven. He grabbed my legs pulled them high. He pulled my ass towards his cock and without pause, he was inside. His thrusts did not last long and then he spurted inside. Brian then wanked his load over my face, as he was always prone to do.
At the end of this last evening, when the guests had left, I recall crawling around, collecting the money from the floor. It was not enough to pay the debt but drunkenly I reminded Brian of his earlier promise.
‘I don’t know about that,’ said Brian.
‘Fuck you,’ I said. ‘I will not come back then.’
‘That won’t happen,’ said Brian, confidently and he invited me to look at the photos lined on his mantle. I had not seen them all day, so was surprised that they stood out. And then, I saw that they were of me sucking Malcolm’s cock from weeks gone by. They were grainy but it wasn’t difficult to make me out.
‘You father would die if he saw his son like this,’ Brian threatened. I begged Brian to let me go and release the debt. Moving home now seemed a better option. But no. He insisted that paid or not, I return to the party every week. The emotion was too high. I clenched my fists and wanted to strike Brian but he unexpectedly held me tightly. ‘I love you,’ he said out of the blue. ‘I always have.’ He pulled my head onto his shoulder and I felt him running his hands down my spine and over my ass cheeks. ‘I cannot just let you go. And in any event, like it or not, you are gay now.’
‘No,’ I screamed. But I knew the truth. I had wanked, sucked and now been buggered for money. I was not just gay but potentially, a rent boy. Brian held me closer and stroked me lovingly. He felt my cock rise as I surrendered to him and my fate. He started rubbing it furiously until after several minutes, cum spurt out over his hand. For several minutes, he hugged me and then Brian led me to his room. I recall laying on his bed, my head spinning from alcohol and the happenings that day. He got under the duvet and threw it over me. With my back turned, he hugged and petted me. He was tender and loving.
Brian moved his fingers to my sore arse. He had already lubed them. I pleaded that I was sore but he persisted. First one, then two and three fingers. He repeatedly opened me up and released me. I then felt the tip of his cock against my opening. It slipped in so easily that I was shocked but in this spooning position, I was really aroused. I opened my legs and Brian positioned himself between them, hauling back on my raised leg to close my anus onto his cock. He hardly thrusted, just let it sit in there. Constantly, Brian kissed and caressed my neck. I looked over my shoulder straight into his fiery eyes, filled with wild passion. He kissed me on the mouth and then he wrapped his broad arm around my neck and pulled me in. The fucking started properly now. In and out he thrust, sometimes fully removing his cock and punching it back in. The pain mixed with pleasure. Brian then whisked me onto my belly, positioned still between my legs. He pushed down and starting thrusting again, pinching the flesh around my neck to bruise me. His arm slipped under my chest and he hauled me up onto all fours.
Brian took position behind me and started to doggie me. Every thrust seemed to punch my ‘spot’ until cum started involuntarily leaking from my cock. Then the rapidity. Brian grasped my hips and performed his last thrusts, sending his spout of cum deep into my anus. We then subsided into the bed. I slept, waking up naked on Monday morning, covered in cum with Brian wanking me from behind. ‘We should move. Don’t want to be late for work,’ he said.
From that day on I was Brian’s lover. Occasionally, the parties would convene and I would perform but the nights with Brian alone were special. He filled me so full of his cum that I could fill a bucket. I also dated girls, which he did not like, and let it be known that his needs always came first. I think, I repaid my debt many times. Brian passed away in 1984. I miss him still.
When I was a young person, I learned the true cost of falling into debt with the wrong people. At the time, I worked for my father and we weren’t best of friends. I wanted to show him that I was capable of looking after myself but soon after moving into my new flat, I fell into debt. It was only £500, next to nothing nowadays but a lot in the 1980s. At the shop where my father placed me, I worked with Brian, a jovial, eloquent man, aged in his 60s. Brian had a ‘past’ and was the butt of jokes among his fellow employees, particularly my father, who ridiculed him constantly. Brian had been imprisoned in the 1960s for a homosexual act at a time when homosexuality was outlawed. After his release, Brian found a way back into employment but his past never left him.
I liked Brian. He always seemed kind and caring to me. One day he detected that I was in a sombre mood and in the storeroom, below street level, he caught up with me just as I headed off for lunch. I confessed to him that a debt was hanging over me but out of pride, I wouldn’t ask dad to help me out. Brian suggested a few alternatives but none seemed feasible so flippantly, he said that I could always be a rent boy. I laughed, though in those days I didn’t know what that was.
Several weeks later, I had missed payments and bailiffs were threatened. I knew that my father would destroy me if this leaked out. My mood grew evermore darker. Brian approached me again and this time I told him that my plight was dire. He suggested that for a payment of interest of 10% per month, he could pay off the loan and I pay him when I could. I snapped his hand off even though I realised I was still living beyond my means and really, moving back home was the only option. After several months, I had to face up to Brian and tell him that I could not afford payments of any kind. By now, the debt was over £600.
Brian suggested extra work but the time was one of austerity and I was lucky even to have a fulltime job let alone a secondary one. Brian said to leave the problem with him and he would work on a solution. I was desperate and he detected this but I was confident that Brian always sorted my problems. Several days later, he returned to me and said that he had exhausted every option and none seemed suitable. He said that he would have to tell my father, who would make deductions from my wages every week. This caused me a bigger problem because not only would father be indebted to Brian, someone he loathed, but that my cost of living would simply get less affordable after deductions. ‘There is one thing I have in mind,’ suggested Brian, ‘but it is not something you will entertain.’
Anything, I foolishly replied. Brian advised that every Sunday afternoon, he and two friends, Malcolm and Steven, held a party at his flat. He was blunt and said that the other two, although married, enjoyed ‘swinging to the other side,’ as he put it. In other words, it was a gay sex party. Brian played it down, stating that they only had a few drinks, watched a video, read a few dirty mags etc. and that I would be the host, serving drinks and running to and from the shops. I rejected the offer out of hand. The next morning, Brian was on the phone to my father and I heard him say that he had a delicate matter to discuss concerning me. I was furious but when I confronted Brian, he said that I had two choices. Take the offer of being a host or accept my father’s wrath. I had no alternative and accepted the job. The following day, Saturday, my Father came to the shop and mocked Brian for his queerness. He did it in front of other staff and they all laughed. Brian looked at me and his expression was enough for my smile to disappear. As I went to leave that night, Brian told me the time of the party and reassured me that there was nothing untoward.
When I got to Brian’s flat, I was surprised how modern and comfortable it was. Tables and chairs were laid out in front of the TV and underneath was a video recorder and selection of gay porn tapes. Brian closed the blinds and the room slipped into near darkness. Somehow, I preferred it this way. He reeled off my list of tasks: serve nibbles to his friends, make beverages, serve beer and spirits, wash the dishes. Ok, I thought, not too difficult.
Just before the two friends arrived, I had filled the bowls with crisps and nuts and set the video. Beers were at the ready. Brian then drew me into his bedroom. He pointed to a pair of see through black briefs. I will never forget how horrified I felt when I saw them. He advised that it was a requirement to wear these and only these, during the party. Despite my pleas, Brian insisted. So I complied. I recall looking in the mirror at my young fit body, clad only in these skimpy briefs. The doorbell rang and Brian entered. He just about pushed me into the lounge where his two friends were standing.
Malcom was late 50s, quite handsome and had a beard. Steven was very overweight, wore spectacles and had a bushy moustache. When I entered, both cheered and came over to me, extending their hands. Brian introduced me and then told me to get the drinks. Oddly, I felt comfortable after a while. Brian and his friends seemed to ignore me as they chatted and snacked and drank. Then at about 2pm, the first video came on. I laugh now but it was really fuzzy and the colours were a bright hew. It was a US gay porn video where a guy was being strung up and used by another two moustached guys. I tried not to watch as I served food and drinks but could not help the odd glance. By now, all of the party had drunk a few beers and were in high spirits.
When the first video had finished, Brian took me into his bedroom and said that he would pay me £10 per week for my work and some of the guys might tip me. This wasn’t great. £10 was ok money for the time but with the debt accumulating £50 interest per month, I wouldn’t even be making the interest payments. He had a solution: sex. He said that for a hand jobs I could charge them £5 per party. Oral would be double. Nothing else was suggested. I instantly refused but Brian smiled and said, ‘Think about it’.
The following week, I attended the party and the same ritual played out though this time Brian presented me with my debt balance, £620 including monthly interest of £50! Despite my protests, he insisted that the solution was in my hands. I donned the see through briefs as before and served Brian and his friend with the snacks and drinks. Malcolm asked if I would take a break and sit between him and Steve. Brian nodded his approval. As I placed the bowl of nuts down, I felt a hand caress my arse cheeks. I sat and the touch was almost dismissed as the two guys concentrated on the porn film. I didn’t know where to look but after a while, as you do, your attention draws to the TV.
At one point, I saw Steven signal to Brian that I had a very visible erection in my briefs. Malcolm then placed his arm on the sofa back, behind my head. Occasionally, I felt his fingers touch my neck but it could have been accidental. Nevertheless, I admit to feeling slightly aroused. I then saw him glancing at me. His hand wandered down to my thigh. ‘Is that OK,’ he asked, very calmly, while looking at the TV. I did not reply, so he continued. ‘You are very pretty, you know that,’ he said and he asked me if I had a girlfriend but I did not. He seemed to inhale with great satisfaction at this. ‘We are married, me and Steven. We are not gay even though we watch this and like a bit of cock.’ I struggled to understand but somehow this comforted me.
Malcolm then placed his fingers inside the waistband of my briefs. I admit it felt good, almost ticklish. He moved his hand back and forth, constantly asking if I was OK. The hand went down and he held my balls quite tightly. I saw Steven looking intensely and Brian eager for me to relax and succumb. With that, Malcolm leaned forward and placed £10 under my waistband. ‘Don’t expect that much every week,’ he said, laughing. He then opened the fly of his trousers and out slid his reasonable sized cock. He gripped my hand and pulled it onto his erection. I don’t know how I did it but even though I felt revulsion, I started to masturbate him. The video was turned off. Both Brian and Steven watched me closely. Both threw £10 notes onto the floor at my bare feet. £30, I thought, plus the £10 host fee. That was £40 every week, so every month I would earn £160 and by the half year my debt was done.
Having rationalised my situation I continued to tug Malcom who removed his trousers fully. All the while I was pulling him I could feel Steven reassuring me. ‘Don’t worry, it doesn’t make you gay. We are both married.’ He then started stroking my arse cheeks. I turned onto my side to get more leverage and Steven, pulled my briefs down and stroked me between the cheeks. There, he left it, just as Malcom ejaculated. No sooner had he finished when Steven beckoned. His cock was small but nicely shaped, like a banana. He came very soon after I started. Brian stood over me at the time and just wanked off. As Steven started cumming, Brian did too and his sperm landed on my shoulders and chest.
I remember feeling very physically and mentally dirty but the guys allowed me to wash myself in the bathroom. To be fair they seemed very considerate, almost apologetic to me when I returned. None of them were interested in the porn anymore and took off early.
The next few weeks followed the same formulae: serve drinks, wank off the guests etc. I seemed to cruise by, earning my money and paying my debt. After three months, it almost became routine and…well a bit boring. Then Brian dropped a bombshell. I had paid £500 of debt which with interest left about £150 left and that meant one more month and I was gone. ‘The guys have been very generous but aren’t paying £10 for a hand job when they can get one for £5,’ he announced.
Suddenly the debt stretched out and I was left with another three month’s work. Brian suggested that oral would get me the tenner per time. I refused but fate dealt me yet another cruel blow. I had a fire and lost my cooker and washer. Replacement cost me a further £500. Brian loaned me the money and suddenly my debt stretched to over £650. At a fiver per hand job every week, I was barely paying off the interest again. On top of this, Brian said that Malcom and Steven were getting bored and might not wish me to host them anymore.
At the next party I knew what was expected. I sat next to Malcolm and Steven on the sofa after they’d watched a few pornos. They didn’t really speak to me this time. Malcom made his usual move with an arm around the sofa and removed his penis for a tug. He seemed bored and concentrated on the film. Even randy old Steven had his arms crossed. Without saying anything, I pushed my tongue against Malcom’s cock. He shifted straight away and I felt Steven sitting upright and being attentive. Slowly I licked the cock with the tip of my tongue and then opened my mouth to encircle it without any part of my lips or mouth touching. Malcom pressed down on my neck and there you are. My mouth wrapped around his cock. I was delivering my first gay oral.
I felt Steven move behind me and pull me to the floor between Malcolm’s legs while Malcolm continued to pin my head onto his cock. He then started thrusting. Steven took a position behind me. His fingers pulled down on my briefs and I felt his thumb circle my anus. Round and around it went, sending shivers through my body. Suddenly, Malcom started bucking and thrusting. He growled loudly and I felt a thick stream of sperm shoot into my mouth and down my throat. Having finished Malcom I looked up and saw Brian wanking straight into my face. I took his cock too and sucked it. At the last minute, he withdrew and came on my face and neck. I felt his juices slide down my skin and onto my chest. By contrast, Steven was not as interested in oral. He started to kiss me. I had never ever kissed a man before. Steven rammed his tongue into my mouth. I felt his facial hair coarsely rub against me skin. I really felt sick at this, more than the oral I had just given but Steven persisted. He just wanted me to wank him off again, which I did.
Normally, the guys would let me shower but on this occasion they wanted me to remove my briefs and continue serving drinks. Every time I came into the lounge they were excited, fondled and kissed my body. It was a strange feeling to be so desired. I’d never felt that even with a woman. And I guess, I liked the adoration.
Over the next month, a similar pattern followed whereby Brian told me that wanking and oral was not satisfying Malcolm and Steven as much but thankfully, he did not suggest an alternative. One Sunday, I left Brian’s bedroom to see the usual guests and another slimy guy called Martin. All night long, Martin leered at me and he was not as courteous as the others. He was just a grunting pig. Brian called me into his bedroom. He suggested that Martin was wealthy and would pay off my debt if I offered my arse. I refused again and went about my work. This time, none of the guests appeared interested in hand relief or oral. They just drank and laughed. So, I started drinking quite heavily. After about three hours of porn, we were all pissed. Brian turned on the lights and I sat between him and Martin. Martin suggested that I sit on his knee and he waved a £10 note as reward. I accepted having removed my briefs. Martin played with me, stroking my cock and balls. I admit that I had an erection and this sent him a bit crazy. He started wanking me! After a while, he said his hand hurt so he pulled me into his lap so that I had my back to him and my arse cheeks sank onto his thighs.
Malcom and Steven came over to watch us and had a bottle of Bells whisky. They opened my mouth and poured copious quantities inside. By now, I was very relaxed. I felt Martin lift me up on the pretext that I had cramped his legs but when he lowered me, his cock was at my entrance. I resisted but Brian then grabbed my jaw and said, ‘Look at me.’ I did. He said, ‘Look, taking it in the arse is nothing compared to what you’ve done. You’ve been wanking and sucking us all off for weeks. Just relax and let it happen.’
As Brian spoke, Martin had ground his fingers into my arse, daubed with lube. He then circled my ring. I stood up but my legs were weak. Steven, who was now fully naked, held me up and I buried my head in his chest. ‘I know it’s your first time but trust me, we will be gentle and you’ll enjoy it. You will. Come on, we have seen you change. You want daddy cock now don’t you?’
I don’t know why but I started sobbing. Steven held me tightly and Brian rubbed my back as did Malcom, all the time reassuring me. Martin just said, ‘Is he ready?’ Steven nodded and slowly lowered me onto Martin’s erect cock. ‘Move around like a corkscrew,’ they said and this screwing movement helped the cock break the entrance to my hole. ‘Now squeeze out as if you’re going to shit and then release the tension. On release, Martin pushed up and Malcolm pushed me down. The cock entered by about an inch but it felt much deeper. Over and again, the same advice came until something gave and I was fully impaled.
I remember looking up at the other guys. Martin did not really do much but made tiny thrusts. Malcom threw some money down and next thing I remember is his cock against my lips. I sucked, as I should. Steven and Brian then started lifting me up and down on Martin’s cock. He sensed the thrill and thrust up every time I was pushed down. He eventually gave in and with a roar, shot his load into my virgin ass.
Martin was very careful to pull out. The pain was unbearable but all the while, Steven reassured me and calmed me. I thought that this was it but he turned me around on the sofa and Malcom took up positon. The second cock was just as hard getting in but once inside, Malcom rode me without mercy. ‘Tell me you want daddy’s cock,’ he kept asking. Then, ‘You want me to cum?’ When I said yes, he duly did. I heard the slapping sound of his balls hitting my ass and then he thrust so hard that my head struck the wall behind the sofa. I spun over onto my back, not realising that this was the perfect position for Steven. He grabbed my legs pulled them high. He pulled my ass towards his cock and without pause, he was inside. His thrusts did not last long and then he spurted inside. Brian then wanked his load over my face, as he was always prone to do.
At the end of this last evening, when the guests had left, I recall crawling around, collecting the money from the floor. It was not enough to pay the debt but drunkenly I reminded Brian of his earlier promise.
‘I don’t know about that,’ said Brian.
‘Fuck you,’ I said. ‘I will not come back then.’
‘That won’t happen,’ said Brian, confidently and he invited me to look at the photos lined on his mantle. I had not seen them all day, so was surprised that they stood out. And then, I saw that they were of me sucking Malcolm’s cock from weeks gone by. They were grainy but it wasn’t difficult to make me out.
‘You father would die if he saw his son like this,’ Brian threatened. I begged Brian to let me go and release the debt. Moving home now seemed a better option. But no. He insisted that paid or not, I return to the party every week. The emotion was too high. I clenched my fists and wanted to strike Brian but he unexpectedly held me tightly. ‘I love you,’ he said out of the blue. ‘I always have.’ He pulled my head onto his shoulder and I felt him running his hands down my spine and over my ass cheeks. ‘I cannot just let you go. And in any event, like it or not, you are gay now.’
‘No,’ I screamed. But I knew the truth. I had wanked, sucked and now been buggered for money. I was not just gay but potentially, a rent boy. Brian held me closer and stroked me lovingly. He felt my cock rise as I surrendered to him and my fate. He started rubbing it furiously until after several minutes, cum spurt out over his hand. For several minutes, he hugged me and then Brian led me to his room. I recall laying on his bed, my head spinning from alcohol and the happenings that day. He got under the duvet and threw it over me. With my back turned, he hugged and petted me. He was tender and loving.
Brian moved his fingers to my sore arse. He had already lubed them. I pleaded that I was sore but he persisted. First one, then two and three fingers. He repeatedly opened me up and released me. I then felt the tip of his cock against my opening. It slipped in so easily that I was shocked but in this spooning position, I was really aroused. I opened my legs and Brian positioned himself between them, hauling back on my raised leg to close my anus onto his cock. He hardly thrusted, just let it sit in there. Constantly, Brian kissed and caressed my neck. I looked over my shoulder straight into his fiery eyes, filled with wild passion. He kissed me on the mouth and then he wrapped his broad arm around my neck and pulled me in. The fucking started properly now. In and out he thrust, sometimes fully removing his cock and punching it back in. The pain mixed with pleasure. Brian then whisked me onto my belly, positioned still between my legs. He pushed down and starting thrusting again, pinching the flesh around my neck to bruise me. His arm slipped under my chest and he hauled me up onto all fours.
Brian took position behind me and started to doggie me. Every thrust seemed to punch my ‘spot’ until cum started involuntarily leaking from my cock. Then the rapidity. Brian grasped my hips and performed his last thrusts, sending his spout of cum deep into my anus. We then subsided into the bed. I slept, waking up naked on Monday morning, covered in cum with Brian wanking me from behind. ‘We should move. Don’t want to be late for work,’ he said.
From that day on I was Brian’s lover. Occasionally, the parties would convene and I would perform but the nights with Brian alone were special. He filled me so full of his cum that I could fill a bucket. I also dated girls, which he did not like, and let it be known that his needs always came first. I think, I repaid my debt many times. Brian passed away in 1984. I miss him still.
Lizbeth
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