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This is a true story of something that happened to me about two weeks ago. You may not believe my story. Sometimes even I wonder--- was all a fantasy I dreamed about? But then, I do have the £750 in my pocket, so it must be true.
My name is Mario. I am a 20-year-old boy from Toscana in Italy. I came to England for the first time in April this year. I work in a good Italian restaurant in London and I came here to learn restaurant management and to make better my English. My English is correct and I think I know grammar better than most English boys. But I talk it in a formal, school-book way and sometimes people smile when I speak to them. I am getting better now and maybe soon I can sound like a Londoner. But please forgive any mistakes I make telling this story.
I love London! There are so many sexy guys here and I get good sex. I found lots of hot gay chat lines right away. I talk to many sexy guys online and sometimes they offer me money for sex. I have been tempted, but mostly I say no, I am no rent boy. But there was something different about this one guy I chatted with. He said he was 50 years old and he looked very handsome in his picture. He said he would give me £750 to fuck for him. He said “fuck for him”, not “fuck him” which I didn’t understand. I thought it sounded suspicious. Why offer so much money when rent boys charge less? But he gave me his mobile number and asked me to call him. I did.
I have to tell you I have been in England long enough to know about class accents, and his accent was what you call “posh”. Very upper class, very educated. His voice sounded warm and friendly. “Come to my place and meet me. If you don’t like what you see you can go right away and I give you £100 for your trouble. But if you do like, and stay, you get £750. I am sure you will want to stay.”
So, I thought, diavolo! What have I got to lose? With the idea of some extra money in mind I took a taxi to the address he gave in Holland Park. As the cab made its way up Ladbrook Grove I could see that this was a very upmarket part of town. Large, elegant houses lined what I think you call Georgian squares. The taxi stopped in front of a very imposing white house and when I paid the driver he gave me a big wink. “Good luck”, he said.
I rang the bell and it was opened immediately by a tall, silver-haired, very good-looking man. He was wearing a silk dressing gown and looked about 50 like he said. He looked like a true gentleman and VIP---maybe a judge, politician, captain of industry? He extended his hand and said warmly, “Mario. I’m so glad you came. You can call me David, though that’s not really my name. Come in and meet Alexi.”
He led me down a plush carpeted hallway filled with paintings and antique furniture---there was money in this place! I followed him into an elegant drawing room and the first thing I saw was a beautiful young man sitting naked on a huge leather sofa on the opposite side of the room. He stood up when we came in and I immediately saw a thick leather collar around his neck with a chain attached to a leg of the sofa.
“Cazzarola” I thought, and backed off. “What the fuck have I got myself into?” But David put his arm gently on my shoulder and laughed, “He just likes to play games, he will take if off if you like.” He said something in a language I didn’t understand and the guy unhooked the chain and came up to shake hands with me in a very formal way. “Mario, this is Alexi. He comes from Belarus and doesn’t speak English or Italian. But I can tell he likes you.” Dio, he was beautiful---blond hair, blue eyes, lovely body, smooth skin with just a light downy blond bush over his pert little cock. He said a few words in what I suppose was Belarusian, then he went back to the sofa where he sat watching me.
“He is very nice,” I said, “but what is this all about?” “Well, Mario, I just want you to take off your shorts and T-shirt, go over to Alexi and do what comes naturally to two young, healthy gay boys.” “But he looks too young. I don’t want to get mixed up in a pedofilo ring. How old is he.” “You don’t have to worry, Mario. In my position I can’t afford to get involved with underage sex. He is 18. Here, look at his passport.” I had never seen a Belarusian passport before, but it looked genuine, the photograph looked like Alexi and date of birth said January 1992. So he’s 18 ok. “Now, there is £100 on the table, if you’re unhappy take it and feel free to go. But please stay if you want to.”
“But what’s in it for you? What do you do while we are having sex?” “I will just
sit here and watch, and with your permission, but only if you agree, video you
in action for my private viewing.”
“Shit, are you some kind of pervert or a protettore?” I used the Italian word because I didn’t know English for “pimp”. But he understood well enough because he became angry and I realised I had gone too far. “I will excuse your rudeness of grounds of youth and ignorance. Since you don’t trust me, I will be direct with you. I have done well in my profession, I am wealthy and able to have the things I enjoy. What I enjoy more than anything else is the company of beautiful young men. But a few months ago I had a prostate operation which left me impotent. I can’t ejaculate semen. I can barely get an erection, and when I do it’s up only a few seconds. I get my pleasure now by watching young men like you and Alexi having fun; doing what is so easy for you that you don’t have to think about, but for me is now impossible. So either relax and enjoy or take the money and run.”
Those weren’t his exact words of course, but I think I got the full meaning of it. Alexi had been watching all of this with a worried look on his face. I don’t know if he understood any of what was said, but he walked over to me, put his arms around and kissed me. His cock was fully erect now. It wasn’t very big---5 or 6 inches---but it felt good pressing against me. His naked body was slightly oily and very fragrant. My cock began to rise and any doubts or suspicions I had vanished. I returned his kiss, pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and my massive 9.5 inches, now fully erect, sprang out. Alexi gave a cry of joy and started pulling me toward the sofa. He didn’t have to pull very hard.
He motioned me to lie face down on the sofa, and with a bottle of scented oil, the fragrance I could smell on him, began to massage all the right places---my ears, back of my neck, down my spine. There is a patch of soft, downy black hair at the base of my spine which seemed to excite him. He worked through it with his fingers, then his tongue, then his lips pulling the hairs gently. He worked his fingers down to my ass and very gently probed around my hole. Then I felt him rimming me, his tongue flicking around and into my hole. I was pre-cumming like mad and didn’t know how much more I could take of this before I shot my load.
He gestured for me to turn over and started working around my nipples, licking the silky hairs on my chest, then ran his tongue down la via al paradiso---the line of hair running down to my pubes. He began to touch my cock, but I pushed his hand away----one small stroke and my cum would hit the ceiling! He nodded understanding and said something in his language. David interpreted, “Alexi wants you to fuck him bareback.”
Now, I am very cautious about barebacking, much as I enjoy it, and never do it with a stranger. But this angel of a boy looked so pure, so clean I couldn’t think he would be diseased. So I shouted “Yes, yes, yes!” He took the lube dispenser and began lubeing my cock. With so much pre-cum it hardly needed it, but the soft touch on of his hand on my cock was driving me wild.
He lay on his back with his legs up and I mounted him. He wrapped his legs very tightly around me as I began to thrust into him. He was very tight but I could feel his anal muscle relaxing a little so I thrust harder. He cried out, and I knew I was hurting him. I withdrew slightly but he gripped my backside and pressed me into him. He spoke rapidly, and David said, “He wants you to fuck him hard. He wants to feel the pain. Go in deep. Make him cry out. That’s what he wants.” I did. I fucked him hard. I went in all the way. He moaned and cried, but gripped me so tightly there was no way I could ease back. I could have fucked like that for hours, but came much too quickly. Dio, I don’t know when I have cum so much. Wave after wave coursed through my body and into him. I was in paradiso---I think he was too.
We were at it for a couple of hours I think. I fucked Alexi four times altogether, twice without pulling out since my cock takes a long time to go down. He fucked me once. He was good, even though I really prefer the feel of a big cock up me. I also sucked him off, mostly because I wanted to taste a mouthful of his cum. David sat quietly through all this, recording some of our fun on a video camera. When we had pretty much exhausted each other, David brought out a bottle of very nice wine from Piemonte. He dropped his dressing gown and sat naked between us on the sofa as we drank the wine and watched ourselves on the video. We kissed and cuddled a bit, but he didn’t touch our genitals or ask us to do anything to him. I had to admire his tanned, athletic body. Dio vuole I will look as good in thirty years!
After awhile he said, “You probably want to go home now, Mario. I’ll call a cab for you. Your money is on the table.” I gave Alexi a long kiss and David kissed me lightly on the lips. As he was showing me to the door he said, “I will have a young man from Cambodia staying in a few weeks. I hope you will come back. Same arrangement as this time. I will call you.”
I am waiting for his call!
Jo
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