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This story is set in the 1960s, when HIV had not been heard of. Unprotected sex is very stupid now, but it was less stupid then (although still stupid). Simon and the Lodger: Part 3 Archibald Young Leo gave me money as we kissed slowly in his hallway before I left. It was ?20- a lot more than we had agreed for dogsitting! I felt a little delirious with it all- I suppose I was tired- but I was also deliciously heady with the wicked thought that I had become a boy prostitute! I stuffed the money into my jeans, kissed him again, and then tore myself from his embrace and walked home, my anus and prick sore from all the sex I'd had. That night I gave Harold the money as I slid, naked but for a flimsy cream satin teddy, into his bed. I had now got a nice little stash of my own naughty clothes which I loved to wear when I tip-toed to his bed, or even at other times in the day, when everyone was out. I still liked my mother's fur, expensive clothes and jewellery best, though! After washing them when my mother was out I hid my lingerie under a loose board at the bottom of my wardrobe, under a pile of dirty clothes so vile that I knew my mother would not go near them! I was still a teenager, after all, albeit one obsessed with sex with men! "You're my pimp now, darling!" I cooed, kissing his ear as my arms slid around his body and dropping Leo's money onto him. "I always was," he chuckled, and drew me into a lovely slobbery kiss as our erect penises met under the sheets, and they started their own gyrating dance together. I loved this foreplay! That night was ecstatic! Despite having has so much sex, I was rampant, and so was he, the lovely man. I was coming of age as a boy tart, for hire by dirty old men, and I loved it! That night Harold made me do things I had never done. First, I licked his anus! I was so excited I didn't mind at all- he was clean, but I could taste his sweat and smelt the faint whiff of shit, which only excited me more! I remembered it from tasking Leo's cock after he's sodomised me downstairs. Then he asked me to dribble over my fingers and put them into his rectum; first one, then two, until I had four ringers in him. He was very excited, and so was I! H was lying on his back, his knees apart, and I was kneeling between his legs, my erection poking up under my satin teddy, watching his face as the fingers of my right hand slid in to him. "God, Simon, push them in and out!" he commanded, his voice low and urgent. "I used to love being fucked by men when I was your age!" And then I knew with certainty what he really wanted, and I wanted it suddenly and urgently too! He wanted me to fuck him! And I, the sixteen-year-old, soft-haired, scented boy-toy in my slippery satin teddy with my rampant erection, fired by foreplay and heady with the sin of what was happening to me, I wanted so badly to fuck him as well! Without any hesitation I dribbled saliva onto my left hand, still pulsing my fingers in and out of his hairy arse. I could definitely smell shit now, and I could see it staining my fingers as I probed him. He was writhing about a bit and it was difficult to complete the two manoeuvres, but soon my own erection was glistening and slimy with my spit, and I moved up closer to him, pulled out my right hand, and guided erect my penis towards his anus. His eyes widened in wonder and awe at my lust for him, and I smiled down at him through my hair, which had fallen forward as I bent to enter him. My penis, which was not very big, slipped easily into his moistened hole, and I let out a long shuddering sigh as I felt its hot sliminess envelop first my prepuce, and then my whole cock. He opened up his legs to let me in deeper and deeper, while I started to fuck him, slowly at first, and then faster and faster as my excitement grew. With my left hand I grabbed his erect cock and started masturbating him, and I raised the other to pull my hair away from my face so I could see his, and he was grinning up at me wickedly; I laughed out loud, softly, and smiled down at him as I simultaneously licked the shit off my fingers, sucking and slurping them as if they were melting ice-creams. Who had taught me this? From where had these depraved, disgusting and fabulous impulses come? I felt as if I had been born to do what I was doing, to be where I was, a receptacle for older men's lust, but also now a lusting panty boy, eager to fuck as well as be fucked! With his hot, tight anus gripping my penis and the gorgeous sensation of it sliding in and out, I could feel my orgasm coming, swift and overwhelming. I wanked him harder and faster as my eyes closed for the crescendo of pleasure. I heard him grunt and felt his semen oozing over my hand, and the same moment I exploded into him, pumping and pumping, wave after wave of thrilling, evil joy with each thrust and withdrawal. I had never felt so alive, so aware of every stimulus as I did in that pumping moment of sexual bliss! Gradually, I slowed, and opened my eyes to gaze down at him, my Svegali, my lover, my pimp, my seducer. Keeping my penis inside him, I lay down onto his semen- covered belly, and kissed him; the slow post-coital kiss of a delicious young boy and his satisfied, contented corrupter. And without a word, he pulled the sheet over us and we fell asleep, coupled together. I awoke at dawn, cold, and slipped away to my bed, where after stripping off I slept like a baby well into the morning. This holiday had turned from the most boring one I had ever experienced to the most exiting time of my whole life! It was Wednesday before I was to go back to Leo's house, so when Tuesday came around I had to make an excuse to go out to my date on the Common. Under my ordinary clothes I wore the same satin teddy I had worn when I had buggered Harold, with matching cream stockings and suspenders which Harold had bought me with some of the money I had "earned" with Leo. I even had a frilly little garter at the top of each stocking! I took a tiny bit of my mother's perfume and dabbed it behind my ears. Then I smeared some Vaseline into my anus and rectum, savouring the feeling of my fingers inside my hot body, slimy and delicious. I was a scented boy-harlot off to the Common for some gorgeous rough sex! I wouldn't say I minced onto the common, but I was again totally aware of all the men I passed, and they noticed me, too, especially when I brushed my long blonde hair away from my face; I had learnt that this was a sure way of getting men's attention! I found the clearing easily, and slipped inside. I was a bit early. It was muggy, and there was the threat of rain. I sat in one corner and waited, thinking of what was going to happen, frightened by my memory of the man's roughness, his crudity, but excited, stroking my erection under my jeans. Soon I heard footsteps, coming my way. I stood up and then froze- what if some other person came in? Suddenly the bushes parted, and he was there. He looked just the same as before- dishevelled, with stained clothes, and was carrying a bag as before. He leered at me, dropped the bag and came straight over to where I was standing and grabbed me. As before he smelt of drink, of sweat, of body odour, and my body shrank from him. In a flash he was kissing me hard on the lips, pawing me, holding me fast against his strong but dirty body, his rough beard prickly against my face. And in the same flash my body responded to his body pressing against me, the turgid swelling in his groin pushing against my instantly leaping cock, and once more I was swept away by my young lust. And I started to kiss him back, opening my mouth to his urgent tongue, my hands sliding under his rough jacket over his powerful body. As we kissed wildly we both moaned slightly, softly, as his hands went all over my body and mine over his. After a lovely few minutes of sucking each others' tongues and feeling each others' bodies, his erection now firmly against mine, he broke the kiss and bent down to get the bag. I stepped away, panting with excitement, my heart throbbing, and pulled off my jumper, jeans and shoes. I stood in the satin teddy and stockings, my erection free and rampant, while he got out the same velvety rug on which we had fucked before and spread it over the ground. He stripped off until he was naked- gorgeously lean and muscular. I knew what I yearned to do with this hungry, dirty middle-aged man. I knelt down in front of him on the rug. His lovely erect cock was just in front of my mouth. It smelt pungent and animal, and his body odour was enveloping me, but this just excited me more- me, the perfumed, softly-clad teenage boy, who loved the soft fabrics and luxurious beds of older men thrilling to the smell and, a second later, the bitter taste of the stranger's unwashed prick In just a few weeks of sucking Harold's cock and with his expert tuition I could now swallow almost all of this stranger's extra long, albeit thin tool, with my fingers round it's base, without gagging. So sucking and wanking, I brought his delicious salty spunk quickly up from his lovely hairy balls into a heaving rush into my hot, wet depraved mouth and throat- the third man's prick I had ever tasted, kneeling there in a satin teddy, stockings and patent leather stilettos on the velvety rug, as he thrust again and again into my face. And when the spunk shot out into my mouth I swallowed most of it, but left some in there as I moved my lips back off his prick, and, licking it as it dribbled out of my mouth, rose before him and fell into his arms for a semen-slimy, languorous kiss, his dripping penis, still hard, pushing directly against my stiff erection as our bodies writhed together in his post-orgasmic rapture. Finally we sank to our knees, still kissing, and then he lay back panting on the velvety rug, as I curled against his side, my cream stocking'd, gartered leg over him, rubbing my erection against his sweaty body, fondling his slimy prick with my slender fingers. I was swooning with unsatisfied lust, and he was just lying there, his eyes closed, satiated, his breath slowing. He didn't care about me, about satisfying me. I loved that about him- his indifference to my needs, taking what he wanted from me, roughly, urgently, but giving nothing back. I thought "He'll be asleep in a moment!" and I needed satisfaction. I was still enjoying rubbing myself against him, but this was not enough for me! I wanted sex with him! I wanted him to sodomise me, or let me sodomise him. I had to get him excited again. So I stretched up against him so that my mouth was at his ear, and started to kiss it, and play with it with my mouth, letting what was left of his spunk onto it. In all those delicious hours spent in Harold's bed, my young body pressed up against his, or my rectum impaled on his erection, or even with my mouth full of his cock, he talked about perverted sex, showing me magazines, or showing me some new depravity, like licking shit from his anus, or drinking a man's pee. He taught me again and again there were always some things that turned a man on- it was just a matter of knowing what they were. Lying here, my erection pressed against the middle-aged naked stranger's thigh, my hand on his dick and my lips on his earlobe, all I had to do was to find the spark to ignite him once again, so that at last I could be satisfied. I started to whisper to him. "Darling man, that was lovely. I love spunk in my mouth. You have lovely spunk, do you know that? It's delicious!" He smiled slightly. He was not yet asleep even after his frantic fucking of my willing throat. "I love to be fucked, too. You remember the last time? How we fucked here, on this rug? I loved the feel of your lovely prick in my anus. Did it feel good for you?" He nodded slightly, the smile lingering on his lips. "I'm your queer boy, your pansy, but I love all men. I want men all the time. If I could I'd have lots of men, lots of men at once. Do you know that? I want to have a cock in my bum, a cock in my mouth, a cock in each hand, cocks in my hair, my soft blonde hair... do you like my hair?" I felt his prick stiffen slightly as I said this. He liked hair. "You like boys, hmmm, with soft, long hair like mine? Do you like them made up as girls, too? With red lips and long black eyelashes? With mascara and eyeliner?" He smiled again. "How about what they wear? Do you like them dressed as girls, like me? Do you like them in sexy underwear, in stockings, like these? How about heels? Do you like boys in high heels?" "Mmmm." He was rousing. "How about dresses? Do you like them in lovely soft dresses? Do you like them to pose for you? Would you like me to pose or you? In jewels, made up, with high heels, in a beautiful gown? Would you like that?" His penis was stiffening again as I hissed into his ear. I could judge just what to say by its instinctive response. "What about furs? Do you like them? Soft, sexy furs wrapped round beautifully dressed boys, made up like whores, dripping with jewellery, scented, almost naked apart from soft, sexy lingerie? Would you like to fuck me in furs?" His cock moved in my hand. He would! "Would you take me roughly, like last time? Would you rape me as I lay there, in my furs and lingerie? Would you ignore my cries and fuck my arse hard with your lovely long cock?" He opened his eyes and turned towards me. I pulled my head back from him. "What's your name, lovely man?" "Denis," he answered, reaching over with his right hand, grabbing my satin-sheathed shoulder and pulling me up onto his belly. I giggled. "Denis..ssss, ssss..sexy Denis, fuck me," I moaned, "fuck me hard!" as he pulled me up onto his firm body. And he silenced my soft laughter with his smelly, tobacco- and booze-smelling mouth and his harsh, unwashed beard and his evil, muscular tongue as he drew my head down once more to his into a luscious wet kiss, as I sat astride his belly and with my hand eased his now rampant prick into my willing anus as I lay on top of him, kissing and kissing as he entered me. We were both inflamed by the images I had conjured up, and in a few seconds I sat up, so as to let more of his cock into me, and he thrust up and down and I bounced up and down with stifled moans from my lips and grunts from his as he fucked me beautifully. I opened my eyes and looked down at him- he was looking up at me, frowning with the effort of fucking, while my face was framed with my blonde hair hanging down, my lips parted, smiling with joy as I lifted my bum up and down on his lovely tool. As I felt the crescendo of his pumping rise, I leant forward again and started to kiss his mouth, forcing my tongue into him as his grunting became stertorous, and then I took hold of my own very stiff willy just the once with my hand for a wonderful orgasm all over his belly as he came at just the same time in my body, as our mouths mashed together. ******************** That summer I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I had an insatiable sex drive and was having it satisfied nearly every day with one or more of three older men; I was having two or three orgasms a day; and even on days when I had not actually had a man's erect cock in my anus, my mouth or my hands I was on the satin eiderdown in my room masturbating over the filthy magazines from my wardrobe Harold gave me, dressed in the lingerie and stockings he bought me from my earnings as a prostitute with Leo. Each man was giving me something different. Harold was my Master, evil, introducing me again and again to new ideas for more and more mutual pleasure together. I was in love with him; my little teenage heart thumped whenever I heard his voice or heard my mother mention his name. Leo was my slave; whilst often dressed in his wife's clothes I was enjoying luxurious sex with him in his beautiful house. I was getting more and more dominant, even sometimes refusing to meet him, torturing him with mock disgust and remorse, sometimes standing him up just for the thrill of seeing his misery when we finally met. Then I would coo how sorry I was, and ask his forgiveness (which he always pathetically gave) as I was stroking his cock and nibbling his earlobe, and then finally asking him for money, which he always gave me, and which I always gave to Harold. In my sex with Denis I was the submissive slut, and he was the rough, crude dominator. He didn't seem to care what I wore as long as I opened up my anus or mouth to his cock. He didn't care about my pleasure at all, and sometimes even hurt me with is muscular urgency, which made it all the more exciting to be used by him. That we met outside, and copulated the ground amongst the trees, sometimes in the rain, was part of the raw thrill of having him use me in this careless way. I can't say my relationship with my mother had ever been good. She was a very busy woman- at work and outside work- and didn't notice much about me, but she had noticed my transformation from a crabby, sulky teenager full of resentment and black moods into a charming, helpful boy; keen to please at home and even keener to help with dog-sitting for her friend. She didn't notice that I was taking more care of my hair, washing it more often, and she didn't notice that I tended to wear softer and tighter clothes, and that I looked after them better than I had. She was pleased that, now so agreeable, I sometimes went to church with her on Sundays, but not that it was because Leo was often there, and I loved the thrill of looking shyly at him across the aisle while the image of his head under his wife's wedding gown and his mouth around my erect penis whirled across my eyes as the lessons were being read. She didn't notice that the Sundays I stayed at home were the ones when Harold was in his room after night duty, and we were all over the house in rampant sex together, with me as often as not made up to kill, wearing her jewellery, dressed in her silk underwear and often wrapped (or partly wrapped) in her lovely fur coat. Harold and I elaborated and developed the plot to blackmail Leo, and as Leo became more and more submissive I got more and more excited by the idea. This discussions took place in Harold's sweaty bed, with my young body impaled on his stiff cock and my smooth body sliding over his, so the fantasies and the plot became entangled and complex; we would get more and more excited as we plotted; What would Leo and I be doing while Harold was taking pictures? The thought of Leo's big cock was itself enough to get me off track, and Harold obviously loved the idea of watching me have sex with another man; I only needed to feel his stiffening cock inside me as I whispered into his ear about Leo's lovely penis. What would I be wearing? It would have to be revealing, Harold hissed, so that in the pictures it was clear that I was a boy under the legal age rather than a girl above it. I thought a simple, sheer, off- the-shoulder chemise but falling short, well above my erect cock, perhaps with a bit of frothy lace. "I could be wearing a big necklace, darling," I mumured, "and big earrings, but no knickers so you could see..." I pulled one of his hands onto my erection. .".this little rod!" I laughed, and bent forward to kiss him as he stiffened again inside me and started to wank me. Where would this happen, we wondered? Would it be in Leo's luxurious house? If so, how would Harold get in? They knew each other, obviously, but why would Leo want Harold there? Then, lying on my back with Harold's erection deep inside my body, I asked Harold about the club where Leo and Harold had met. I was by now fascinated by the idea of a club where men came together for sex with each other. I thought of all those hungry cocks, and how, with it being illegal to have sex with a man under 21, many of the older men would be wild with lust for a beautiful young boy like me. "Harold, darling, tell me about the club," I murmured, as his cock was sliding in and out of my oiled anus, and his hand, also oiled, was gently moving on my erection. "Mmm Simon, you'd love it. All those older men, hungry for young flesh.." and he stopped while I turned to him and we kissed wetly, my saliva dribbling down his chin. In a while, he broke off. "But you are so young, so tender and innocent," he was chuckling now, "that they wouldn't let you in. You're illegal- dangerous. Anyone who touched you would go to prison if the police raided. And they raid a lot- some of the men are policemen, spying." I knew of course that Harold, Leo and Denis would all go to prison if I told my mother about them. "What are the men like? Are they rich? Is the club posh? Are there bedrooms?" I asked. "There are all sorts there- rich, and poor. Some are well-dressed, like Leo, others unwashed, smelly. The places are dumps, Simon. Horrible little bars above pubs or in basements, and there's hardly anywhere private. Mostly the men are drinking and some are taking drugs, and sex goes on all over the place. You can see lots and lots of cocks, Simon. They'd swarm over you if you went in. Would you like that? Dirty and smelly, lino on the floor, where they'd push you down. You'd have cocks in your mouth, cocks in you lovely soft hair, cocks in your hands, cocks rubbing everywhere over your body, and of course cocks in and out of here.." And he pushed up into me again, and the thought of all these erections brought me to my climax and I moaned, "God!" as I spurted into his hands. ******************************* There was, however, a cloud gathering over my wanton happiness as I lay back on Harold's body, his penis still in me, to sink into satiated sleep. The summer was drawing to an end, and in two weeks I would have to go back to boarding school. No more seizing every possible chance to slip on satin underwear, stockings, slide into clinging dresses, paint my eyelids dark blue, my lips crimson, my eyebrows and eyelashes black, clip on my mother's earrings, choker, rings and bracelets, pull on her high-heeled shoes, pull on her beautiful fur coat and mince, clinking and tinkling, heels clicking, into the lodger's arms or, if he was at work, pose in front of the mirror, pumping at my straining prick while I dreamt of rich men's lust, or lying on his bed, my dress pulled up, masturbating over the disgustingly thrilling pictures in one of his hidden magazines. I knew that if we were going to blackmail Leo we would have to do it soon. I was going to see him the next day, but I was having doubts. Was it in my young, hungry body's interest to have Leo turn against me? Leo's prick was the thickest of the three penises I had willingly taken into my anus that hot summer, and the one that brought me to orgasm the quickest. Also, I loved dressing up in his wife's expensive clothes, and I was sure that the winter holidays would find me having fabulous sex with him in and on her some expensive and perfumed furs. I didn't want to lose that, but the black flowering of my evil understanding of perverted men like Leo also told me that he might be even more excited by me if I was cruelly abusing him, forcing him to give me large sums of his wife's money. I already knew he was excited by my increasingly whimsical domination of his desire; but I was not sure about turning from his teasing boy-lover into his financial nemesis. Harold, of course, did not care about how Leo would respond to me- despite his encouraging me to let Leo fuck me, I did wonder of he wasn't just a teeny bit jealous of Leo's money and how his beautiful thick cock thrilled me. I felt I was in a bind- excited at the thought of more cruelty, yet scared by where it would lead. These were the thoughts that filled my head as I drifted off to sleep on top of my seducer. ****************************************** The next day I went to Leo's house. I now had a key, and as there was no-one in I let myself in and took the dog out onto the common. It was a hot day. I was expecting Leo at lunchtime, and I had plenty of time to shower and dress before he got home. So when he arrived and charged up the stairs I was upstairs on his satin bedspread in just a little black peignoir, jewellery, make-up and some mules, my anus oiled and ready, looking through a new magazine that he had hidden under his bed. I was masturbating my oiled and creamed penis, enjoying a picture of a gorgeous long-haired boy naked in heels but with a huge white fox-fur coat draped over his shoulders, whilst behind him stood an older, distinguished-looking man in a dinner suit, his arms curling round the boy, one hand on his left nipple, the other on his stiff cock above a diamante cock-ring. The boy was leaning back into the man's embrace, the soft fur framing his face, eyes half closed, swooning with pleasure. His fur-covered right arm was reaching down behind him into the man's groin, while his left hand, jewelled, fingers painted, rested on the man's wrist as he pinched at his painted nipple. They were standing in a sumptuous bedroom full of furs, thick carpets, satins and silks; it was everything I now wanted for myself. I was excited. I looked up and could see myself in a mirror; a beautiful, jewelled, blonde boy in black lingerie, naked from the waist down, holding a long, stiff, shiny erection. I smiled at Leo, who was already pulling his suit off. "Darling, I love this magazine!" I said. "Come here and look at this!" "Christ, Simon, you look gorgeous!" he hissed as he pulled of his trousers and pants in one go, kicked off his shoes and then moved towards the bed in his shirt and socks, his lovely cock erect and pointing at me. I twisted round so my naked buttocks were pointing towards him, on all fours but still looking at the magazine in front of me. In a flash he was on the bed, spooning me and kissing my earlobe as he looked down over my shoulder at the wonderful picture, his hot prepuce pushing against my ready, open cheeks and then sliding in towards my dilated, creamed anus. Then I turned the page and now the boy, still draped in the thick fox furs, was standing looking straight at his stunning reflection in an ornate, full length mirror while the older man, still suited, knelt in front of him with his lips around the boy's cock. And Leo's cock pushed into my sphincter as I relaxed it. "Mmm, Leo, lovely..." I murmured. I meant both his erection and the picture. And I turned the page again, and we could now see the boy, still in furs, lying on a sumptuous velvet brocade bedspread, in a 69 embrace with the man, who was now naked, muscular and fit, his cock in the boy's painted mouth as he was licking the boy's anus. And Leo's cock pushed deep into my empty, oiled rectum and came up against my prostate. "Aaah... Leo," I whimpered, "that's gorgeous..." And this time I meant his penis inside my body, And I turned the page again, and now we had a close-up of the boy's face, framed with the soft collar of fox fur, as he knelt on a white bearskin smiling suggestively and gazing up at the man now standing naked in front of him. The man's cock-head, glistening with the boy's saliva, was just resting on his lipstick-red lips. And Leo's cock began pumping in and out of me, his breath stertorous in my ear. "Oh, oh, oh!" I moaned, in time with his buggery of me, as he thrust his cock-head against my prostate, deep inside. And I turned the page again, and now the boy was naked on all fours, like me but on top of a huge fur coat, with the man on top of him in furious sodomy, just as Leo was now, and there were two pictures- one from behind showing the man's cock deep inside the boy between his smooth buttocks, the other from the front, where the boy has twisted his torso round so he could reach the man's mouth for a deep kiss, and in which we saw the man's hand grasping the boy's gleaming hard erection. And Leo moaned, reached down and clasps my penis with his hand, and I immediately orgasmed, crying out as he also comes inside me, making a wonderful animal roaring sound so close to my ear that I was temporarily and thrillingly deafened at the same time. ******************* That night, as I lay in Harold's bed, folded against him with my hand on his flaccid cock and my lips on his nipple, he repeated that I would never be allowed into the club, so there was no chance of him getting pictures of me and Harold having sex there- anyway it would be too dark. We had to think again. We continued to fantasise about it until I fell asleep. Just after dawn I awoke with his cock sliding deliciously in and out of my rectum and his hand on my already stiff willie under my satin slip. It was then that he whispered his evil idea into my ear. "I know how we'll do this!" he said. "We need a place indoors but with lots of light. I've been thinking- what about your Church? Leo has the keys. We can go there soon after dawn. You can get Leo to have sex with you while I hide and take picture with a telephoto lens." Sex in the Church! Homosexual sex! Illegal homosexual sex! Blasphemy! The thoughts struck me like lightning bolts, and my body almost jerked as each thought hit. I was stunned at the idea- then suddenly and massively excited. The wickedness and sin of what I was doing with these older men, then what I was planning to do with Harold to Leo was now overwhelmed by the idea of profane, even more forbidden desires.