The Trade
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My phone was ringing. I fished it out of my pocket and checked the number. It was Sophie, my wonderful, amazing, beautiful fiancée. I waited a moment before answering.
“Hey, Soph. How are you?” I asked.
“Hello, Mr. Grey,” she replied. “I’m fine, thank you. I’m just checking up on how your schedule is coming along?”
“Everything is going right to schedule so far, Ms. Dunn. Just this last client to go. I’m parked outside, but he’s not quite ready for me to go in.”
“I love you, Wade. So…, what? You’ll be home in an hour or so?”
“Yeah, an hour, maybe hour and a half. I’ll text if it takes much longer.”
“Ok, sounds good. Dinner will be ready. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Sophie.” I hung up the phone and psyched myself up. This was going to be a good one. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to do too much jaw work and we’d be able to get down to the nitty-gritty straight away. I checked my tie in the rearview mirror and caught some stray hairs as well. I thought back to Sophie, back to the first time.
Sophie is a big fan of my work. She even watches me in action sometimes, which only leads to amazing sex. It’s amazing how open she is. I must admit, it’s an odd job for a man to have. No, actually, it’s an odd job for a straight man to have. I mean, how many straight guys do you know that get paid to get fucked by other men? Yeah, at first, it was a weird concept to me, but it has been the source for my great income. And, maybe I’m not totally straight anymore. But who really cares?
I first met Sophie when I was servicing her brother. She thought he and I were dating, apparently, but it ended up coming out that I was a hired head… Hand! I mean I was a hired hand. About a month later, she hired me to work her then-boyfriend, Brad.
Now, Brad is a great guy. He really is. I mean, we became great friends through this whole ordeal. I really like him, as does Sophie. But, he was a selfish lover (her words, not mine): he never got her off. Of course, her being the amazing woman I know, she was very accommodating in the bed room, anyway. Don’t worry: nothing has changed there! She is still the great lover she’s always been, but now she actually knows what it’s like to have an orgasm during sex… But I digress.
The one thing Sophie didn’t enjoy, again because Brad was shit in bed, was anal. Brad kept bugging her, nagging her, badgering her to give up her ass. She finally suggested that if he really wanted to fuck an ass, maybe he should just hire a hooker. Or, maybe he should just go find a gay dude and fuck him. Or maybe, just maybe, Brad should be the one to get fucked in the ass first to see if he really wanted to put Sophie through the same shit…
“I just might,” was his response. So, instead of having Brad find a random dude and contract who knows what, she had her brother contact me. I was a little surprised. I mean, she knew my line of work was letting guys get their rocks off in me, but I’d been servicing her brother for months. That, and most of my clients were men trying to get their rocks off. However, this client - Sophie? She wanted her boyfriend to have his way with my ass. And to top it all off, she wanted to watch.
I made sure she knew I was not going to reciprocate. Really, I love butts, but, up until that point, I had never once been turned on by a man’s ass enough to break my “I bottom only” rule. There are some things I had done with my clients’ butts, which I’m sure you can imagine. But being turned on enough to stick my cock up a dude’s ass? I hadn’t done that up until I met her, but I have topped a man a handful of times since.
Fucking a guy wasn’t really all that different from fucking a woman up the ass, except that it was a guy. Guys just don’t get my cock hard, don’t get my rocks off, aren’t my cup of tea. They do, on the other hand, butter my buns, if you know what I mean. But, again, I digress.
I went over one night as agreed. They offered me a drink which Sophie mixed. It was a Manhattan and was absolutely the most delicious beverage I’ve ever had the pleasure to pour down my throat. Well, that was mostly due to the fact that Sophie was naked and I got to watch her amazing booty bounce and jiggle as she shook it. Then she turned around, still shaking, and I got an eyeful of her beautiful tits. I mean, I felt like Chandler and Joey (from the TV show Friends for you youngsters) watching Yasmine Bleeth in the Baywatch opening sequence. I couldn’t help but stare.
“Most amazing body I’ve ever seen. Don’t you think?” Brad said. I finally pealed my gaze away from the one-woman show, trying hard to appear respectful.
Brad, on the other hand, well, he was staring too. And he should have been. Sophie was his girlfriend, after all. He was nearly naked himself. However, the boxers he wore provided little coverage for his genitalia.
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Back in the present, I saw the wife leave at the front door, kissing her husband goodbye. Cute gal, Trish. Nice butt. Busty. Golden locks. I stared as she got in the car and drove away. She was nice enough: cute as fuck but just as crazy. Maybe more crazy. I just sat there in the car waiting for the imminent phone call. I could feel my butt pucker in that way it always does when I’m about to get fucked real good.
The husband was a repeat customer as well as one outside the mold, like Sophie: Brad. Yes, that Brad. He had enjoyed that first time so much, he hired me every once in a while to replay it. And a couple of times, he actually invited me to bring Sophie along. He was one of those guys that, once exposed, became an addict. He was addicted to my ass. He loved fondling my cock as he thrust into me. He’d squeeze my balls just right. Brad was also one of the few guys that actually wanted to make me cum.
Trish knew what was going on and had seemingly no issues with her husband having a man as a side piece. Apparently, she had her own fling going on, or some such shit. So swingers, open relationship, polyamorous… Not my circus. What was my circus was late in calling, however, and I was getting anxious to get this show on the road. Kind of reminiscent of my first real cock.
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That first time was truly amazing. It was almost as good as the first time I fucked a woman. I mean, Vicki was a crazy bitch, don’t get me wrong, but the sex was always amazing. She had me try all sorts of things like bondage, golden showers, nipple clamps. Her favorite fetish, however, was being a Domme. I was game for a while at least, but some things just needed to go by the wayside. The butt play was definitely new and surprisingly a huge turn on. Her fingers led to a strapon. Then the inevitable talk happened one night while I was tied to the bed and she was plowing my ass.
“You really should try the real thing,” she started. “I mean, you love taking it. Real cocks just feel so much better.”
“I’m not gay,” I told her.
“Not saying you are. I just think it’d be good for you to let a man pleasure himself in your ass. I’d be there, so it’d be less ‘gay,’ if that’ll help.”
I made a noncommittal reply that she evidently took as a resounding “Yes.” Fast-forward to the following weekend, and there I was, tied to the bed again. Vicki kept saying, “He should already be here,” and, “I wonder what’s holding him up.” Apparently it was traffic. By the time the dude arrived, my legs were sore from being tied to the bed. Both he and Vicki made sure I would forget that pain. My lips were spread wide and I got my first taste of male flesh. My ass was next to be impaled, this time, however, with eight inches of rock-hard male flesh pumping my guts bareback for Vicki’s pleasure. I was very much delighted by the feelings of subservient debasement, much to my surprise. She was right: flesh is infinitely more satisfying than rubber or plastic. Just saying. And, I was hooked.
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And my phone started ringing. It was Brad.
“Hey, dude.”
“What’s up, Wade? Come on in? The door’s open. I’ll be on the bed, waiting for your love stick…”
“Be right there, lover,” I joked as I got out of my car.
Honestly, as terrible a lover as Brad had been with Sophie, he really had learned some serious technique. I think it helped when he was on the receiving end. After his first deep fucking at the business end of my man parts, his approach softened. I believe, were they still a couple, Sophie might even allow him access to her glorious derriere. She certainly enjoys my attentions back there.
Anyways, I was a little disappointed as I crossed the street to his house. I was supposed to be getting fucked tonight before going home to my lovely fiancée. Instead, Brad wanted me to do the work…
The front door was indeed open, not just unlocked as usual. I walked inside, took the stairs to the second floor bedroom. There he was on his hands and knees, ass facing the doorway. My cock responded immediately: yup, not too disappointed at all. I could hardly get my pants off fast enough. But I waited an extra moment. Just like that one time, the first time I let Sophie get her way…
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“Wow, Wade,” Brad began. “So, do you ever fuck guys, too? Or do you strictly bottom?”
“I’m a bottom. I do love fucking ass, but only women. Never found a guy that turned me on enough to fuck him.”
“Too bad,” Sophie interjected. “So, you’re saying you wouldn’t fuck Brad’s ass?”
“Probably not.”
I got down on my knees, eager to have his cock hard enough to fuck me. Sophie gasped in eager lust waiting to watch me yet again get plowed by her boyfriend. Honestly, I had a wonderful job. My dad (thank God he can’t see me now) always said, “Find something you love doing, and then find a way to get paid for it.” Some of the other stuff - the sucking cock, the kissing, the making out - that stuff isn’t what I love, but it helps me get what I do love. And, I do love it. I love taking cock up my ass. And I have a beautiful fiancée that not only allows it, she encourages it.
In fact, in the weeks after the first meeting with Brad and Sophie, things changed for me. Sophie became my nighttime fantasy. She invaded my thoughts completely. Not only that, she seemed just as open to my advances. That’s how she convinced me to… How should I say this? Break Brad in, I guess. And he really did have nice, firm, round buttocks. There was something about her sultry voice accentuating her undulating motions, her showing off her amazing body, her hands running through my hair as Brad fucked me…
“You know you want to,” she’d say. “For me?”
Then another time it was, “I’ll let you fuck me if you take his ass.”
Or, “I bet you’d look really sexy topping him.”
Yeah, she had me wrapped around her finger. And all I really wanted was a taste of her while Brad fucked my ass. That was one thing she would not allow. All the sexual action was between Brad and me. She might rub my back or brush my hair with her fingers, but neither of us was allowed to fondle or finger or kiss her during our fucking. I wasn’t allowed to touch her even after Brad was done with me. I almost caved the first time she asked, but I wasn’t ready to fail, even for a chance at her. It wasn’t until my fourth visit that I finally got up the nerve (and my cock) to fuck Brad’s ass.
I treated him like I would a woman. No one I’ve ever met likes having her (or his) ass jabbed at without a little care, especially not a virgin. He was game, and really seemed to want it. Sophie broke protocol and helped me prepare him for the imminent anal invasion. I felt no desire to lap at his backside, though were he a woman, I would have had no such reservations. Sophie took care of that. Then, she began with her slender feminine finger doused with lube. Two fingers, a third was added before she handed the reins back to me. My thicker fingers began teasing his hole. I was ready to give him the fucking of a lifetime.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked him.
“Please, yes, fuck me,” he whined.
I withdrew my fingers and placed my cock at his entrance. I can still see the way his round buttocks arced into his crack, meeting at the point where my erection was about to impale him. God, his ass is fucking sexy. And most guys that fuck me don’t shave their ass. Brad did. I still wonder why? I paused, enjoying his torment.
“Just put it in already,” he begged. “Fuck me already!”
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And here I was, again relishing the feminine way his round, heart-shaped ass begged for my cock. I had to close my mouth to stop from drooling.
“Please, Wade,” Brad begged. “Just fuck me already!”
I donned a condom and slathered lube all over my wrapped erection, smeared the rest into his slick crack. I smacked his ass once, hard, on each cheek.
“Ready for a good pounding?” I asked. He merely whimpered in lusty expectation. I grabbed his hips and easily entered his anus. He had obviously been preparing for some time, maybe even with Trish’s help. And I was grateful.
I set a moderate yet easy pace, using the force of my thrust rather than the speed induce his pleasure. Smack, my cock fully lodged up his ass. A beat, waiting to withdraw. Squish, as my cock recedes, the head reaching his outer ring. Smack, a beat, squish. Smack, a beat, squish. I slowly increased the tempo. Smack, beat, squish. Smack,beat,squish. Smack, squish, smack, squish. I was deaf to the world around me. I felt the urge building, the rush of cum from balls to tip, felt his ass spasm around my swollen manhood. Release came, shot after shot of cum emptied into the condom shoved deep into Brad’s ass. I collapsed on his back.
“God,” Brad wheezed, out of breath as well. “You always seem to hit that perfect spot.”
I hadn’t even thought to give him a reach around, yet my hand found where his own load had pooled on the bed. He turned his head and our lips met in a kiss.
“Not bad for a guy, huh?” I quipped. “You know, I don’t think I can hang here much longer. Sophie’s expecting me home for dinner.”
“I don’t think I need that tonight. Trish’ll be worked up wanting a good anal session before bed anyway. Ugh!” He groaned as my cock exited his rectum. “Oh, and tell your lovely fiancée that if it wasn’t for her, I’d never have become such a wonderful lover.”
“She knows, all right,” I chuckled. “She knows.”
He didn’t get up from the bed, didn’t even move. I licked the bit of his cum still on my fingers, relishing the taste and knowing Sophie would love it, too. I removed the condom, dumped it in the trash, and got dressed. Brad still hadn’t moved and I could see his glistening asshole was still winking. I smacked his ass lightly.
“Ciao, lover,” I said as I walked down the stairs. “Tell Trish I said hi.”
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Not long after I left Brad’s, I pulled into my driveway. The light was on in the kitchen, so I was certain Sophie had seen my headlights. I closed the garage door behind me and made my way into the kitchen.
“Hey there, cumbreath. How many loads did you have to swallow today?” Sophie greeted me. She was completely naked, her smile broad, her eyes shining.
“Just two,” I replied. “And a little bit of Brad’s. Thankfully, most used my ass instead.”
She literally jumped me. I was forced back into the door as she lunged at my face. I didn’t even try getting her to the bedroom. She tore my clothes off, ravenous for my ready erection. I pushed her over the counter and fucked her there, using her dark pigtails as handles. She grunted and groaned in coital ecstasy.
When we were done, lounging naked on the sofa, she kissed me again.
"Brad wanted me to tell you it's your fault he became such a good lover," I told her. We both laughed.
"Brad's just more gay than either he or I ever thought. He's a great guy, just doesn't know how to handle a woman."
"He seems to handle Trish pretty well. Or, maybe she handles him?"
“If you only knew,” she replied.
She chuckled softly and nuzzled into my chest. We lay there silent, basking in the afterglow. Her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. After a long, hard day I was drifting off into sleep when she spoke again.
“Don’t ever quit,” she told me. “I love the smell of cum on your breath. And maybe I’ll get to eat another load off your ass someday soon…”
Becky
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