Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2008 23:04:35 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Slut

Homoerotic, but not much. You still need to be of legal age so if you
aren't please leave this site.

The story is copyright but I don't suppose you would get much for it if you
tried to sell it.

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				 The Slut

I know I'm a slut, I didn't care, I was also a high class, but unadvertised
rent boy, and didn't care. I came from the mean streets of East London and
I cared about that.

I wanted the world, I wanted to be the male equivalent of Julia Roberts in
Pretty Woman, the prostitute who marries the billionaire.

I worked as an assistant storeman at the Ford Motor Works at Dagenham in
Essex, England. When I finished work each day I cycled home to my parents
mean little terraced house in town. It had two miniscule bedrooms, two
small reception rooms and a kitchen and bathroom, neither of which had
enough room to swing a cat. I didn't go out during the week and I never
spent any money that I could avoid. The only saving grace of that existence
was that I had no siblings so I at least had a bedroom to myself, huh,
bedroom, more like a rabbit hutch.

Saturday nights that changed. I donned a designer outfit that cost me more
than one month's wages. I looked a million dollars. Into the West End of
London and the Inn on the Park Cocktail Bar from 8p.m. until 10p.m., nurse
one cocktail. 10 to 12 The Hilton, Park Lane, same routine. 12 `till 2, The
Dorchester, if I wasn't lucky enough to get a punter, home on a night bus.

If I got a punter I made upwards of five hundred pounds for the night and
most Saturday's I got a punter.  The money got salted away for my rainy
day.

Pretty shitty existence you say and you'd be right, but let me tell you
about me.

Nicky Old, eighteen years old, reasonable education, very articulate, (I
used to belong to the debating society at my school). That got me a load of
grief from my mates but I wanted to be able to talk to people. I thought
good communication skills would get me out of my lower working class
environment. Fully grown now and about five foot nine, 140 lbs of the
sexiest looking male you've ever seen and that isn't boasting. I could make
a couple of hundred pounds every night for a fuck and that was from my work
mates, but that wasn't what I wanted. I had a really neat body that I kept
in shape at the local gym, good pecs, an obvious six pack, nice legs. I had
a tiny waist, slim hips and a butt that made people gasp when they saw it.
The package at the front wasn't going to shame me either, not enormous but
bigger than average. Oh, and just to make it all worthwhile I had a shock
of golden coloured curly hair that sat on my head like a golden fleece, the
palest blue eyes you've ever seen with a face to launch a thousand ships
just like Helen of Troy, the problem was no one appeared to want to carry
me off to their kingdom. I didn't get depressed but boy did I have to work
at that.

The next Saturday, same routine. Ten o clock and I turned from the bar to
leave the Inn on the Park for pastures new and walked into the dishiest man
I had seen all night.

"I'm truly sorry, I must learn to look where I'm going."

Accent, fuck no, I sounded like I belonged here.

Dishy man steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me,

"No harm done, stay and have drink with me so that I can prove to you I'm
not upset."

Accent, yes, but not much. I picked it up though, somewhere in the Middle
East, that's oil, that's money, so I turned the charm up to high gear and
stayed for a drink.

Introductions completed, me Nicky, him Jean Pierre. Me, surprised, he
definitely was not French.  I had another cocktail he had a beer and I
found out, he was Libyan. Nice guy, educated in England, quite suave but
not yukky suave. I really liked him, he was witty, articulate like me, very
complimentary about my looks and my dress. We both learnt lots about each
other, I was even half honest about my background, interrogation then.

"Why do you come here Nicky, drinks must be a horrendous price for you?"

"They are a bit, but one day this kind of place is going to be my local
bar, I'm not always going to be poor."

We had been chatting for ages, I was surprised when I looked at my watch
and realised it was after midnight. I needed to head for The Dorchester if
I was going to stand any chance of a punter.

"I'm sorry Jean Pierre I must go now. It has been a pleasure meeting you."

I was ready to go then already starting to stand up.

"Nicky, please don't, come back to my apartment for a nightcap and then you
can stay the night or I will get my chauffeur to drive you home."

I told him I couldn't. It was then that he shook me to my core.

"Please don't be insulted Nicky but I think you are a rent boy. If I'm
correct will you stay with me for the night for 1,000 pounds?"

Shit, would I.

"I'm not insulted Jean Pierre, but how did you know?"

"Unfortunately Nicky I have had too much experience of picking up rent boys
to not pick up on it. I am surprised you haven't come on to me."

I shrugged, "I guess I just liked you too much to let you think badly of
me."

"I don't and I won't. 1000 pounds to me is less than nothing so it is less
in percentage terms than you leaving a pound tip for the barman."

I looked at him and saw the laughter in his eyes, not at me but for me.

I laughed too. "Ok, just this once."

We didn't even need a car to get to his apartment and what an apartment.
Huge, my parents whole house would have fitted into his lounge. He showed
me round and by the time we got back to the lounge I was speechless. I had
been in some nice pads but this was stupendous. Not only was it huge but
the furniture and fittings were as luxurious as anything I had ever set
eyes on.

He told me to sit down and did I want a drink.

"Yes please, can I have a fruit juice?"

"Nothing stronger?"

"No," I replied, "To be worth 1,000 pounds I have to be sober or I won't be
able to perform at my best."  I said it in a matter of fact tone and he
laughed.

"I tell you what Nicky, you have whatever you like, if you are less than
perfect I'll give you another thousand pounds to stay and see if you can
get it right tomorrow."

I was rendered almost speechless again. This guy was being so nice and
didn't appear to be worried whether I was good in bed or not.

"I'll still have a fruit juice I think Jean Pierre."

He shrugged and got me a juice, he had the same and we sat talking for
another hour before he asked me if I would like a shower before going to
bed. Of course I said yes, when a punter asks you if you want a shower he
is as good as telling you he wants a thoroughly clean body to play with, so
I said that would be nice.

"I want to give you an enema first, is that ok?"

"Sure, no problem, that could be fun."

I knew that would make him laugh.

We went through to his bedroom and undressed just looking at each other as
we did it.

"You are a beautiful young man Nicky, I'm going to enjoy your body."

I blushed he was being really nice.

He had a great body as well, really toned but not over muscled. Both naked
and he gave me an enema not prolonging things or embarrassing me in any way
and then we hopped into the shower, both together and still enough room for
a football team. Multiple spray heads, it was great.

He told me to shower him first and then he would do me. That was great I
had scoped out his whole body by the time I had finished and got him a
massive erection. He was bigger than me both in length and thickness but
not too big for me to feel uncomfortable at the thought of him reaming out
my arse with it. Surprise then, he told me to give him a blowjob before he
cleaned me up. So I did. I licked his balls first while I stroked his cock
to get the feel of it. After a little while I used my hand to play with his
ball sac while my mouth took charge of his cock. Really hard, it sat at an
angle of about 45 degrees to the horizontal so I could lick all round it
without using my other hand if I wanted to. What I did do was use my thumb
and forefinger to open his piss slit and stick my tongue in it stabbing
away for a minute while he squirmed and then I licked the glans, lightly to
start with adding more pressure gradually before taking the whole thing in
my mouth and swabbing it with my tongue paying particular attention to the
underside just below his circumcision scar. Fuck he was on a hair trigger
he shot blast after blast into my mouth. I could tell then that he was a
clean living guy because his cum still tasted sweet like my own. I kept
sucking him gently until he went soft and I was sure I had all of his love
juice in my stomach.

"Now you know why I needed to cum before we got to bed, I wouldn't have
lasted long enough to get inside you."

He pulled me gently to my feet and for the first time kissed me. Wow, was
he ever a cool kisser, I melted. He bathed me then getting me rampantly
hard but he didn't let me cum. All dried off and with a new toothbrush
supplied to clean my teeth we retired to his giant bed.

He lay down on his back in the centre of it and said to me, "Ok Nicky,
pamper me until I am so turned on that I will want only one thing and that
is to bury my penis into your cute butt."

This was great I loved playing with a body as buffed as Jean Pierre was,
lovely nipples to stroke and kiss, pecs and abs to run my hands and tongue
over as well. He was very responsive and it was easy to find his erogenous
regions. He loved being rimmed but he didn't want me to penetrate him with
anything other than my tongue. I was having a ball. I definitely wanted him
to fuck me but I loved playing with him first. He let me play for about
half an hour. I was amazed that he lasted so long before he told me to take
his place he was going to fuck me hard. He only spent about two minutes
opening me up before lubing us both and entering me in one smooth stroke.
He hurt like hell but remained still until he saw the pain leave my eyes.
That had surprised me, most of my punters would stop as soon as they were
over my sphincter to give me a chance to adjust. As soon as I was
comfortable he went at me as though he only had a second to cum, very fast
and hard. It was a real shock and I hardly had time to think about it
before he shot jet after jet of cum into me. I felt them all they were so
powerful. He remained inside me until he was soft and then rolled over and
pulled me into a cuddle. No words were spoken but I was really
disappointed, I thought he would be a great lover. Five minute cuddle and
then he got out of bed went to the bathroom where I heard running water.
When he came back he was drying his genitals and carrying a flannel with
the other hand. He wiped off my bottom, dried it and walked back to the
bathroom. I was confused, he was so different from what I had expected.

When he came back he slid onto the bed alongside me and started kissing me,
lovely gentle kisses all over my face before working his way down my
body. He was unbelievable, no one had ever made love to me like this, I
slid off to paradise in no time at all. What he did to my cock and balls
defied belief. Looking back on it I still can't believe that I didn't cum,
it was absolutely the best pleasuring I had ever experienced. His tongue on
my glans had me squealing with pleasure, his tongue probing my arse was
equally as thrilling. I had never been so hard, my cock felt as though it
was going to burst. He lubed us up and my disappointment must have shown. I
expected another rough fucking and he knew because he was smiling as he
slid gently over my sphincter and very gently moved around with just an
inch or so inside me, it was incredible. It must have been ten minutes
before he went in any further and then he fucked me with long slow strokes,
rotating his hips for each entry so that I had no idea which batch of
nerves he was going to strike next. I think I nearly died with the pleasure
before he let me cum with him in the most intense orgasm of my life. I
nearly screamed the house down.

He rolled onto his side almost straight after, pulling me with him so that
he was still embedded in me as he went soft. It was heaven, he just kissed
me very gently while he stroked my body and my butt. When we were both
calmed down he lifted me off the bed and carried me to the shower. I
realised then how strong he was, not a lot bigger than me but he carried me
like I was a bag of feathers. He pampered me in the shower, dried me off
and then walked me back to bed. Not one word had been uttered during that
time. I was in shock I think the whole session had just been amazing.

He cuddled me to him and said, "That was wonderful Nicky, you are a
talented and beautiful lover, I will want to do that frequently."

What could I say except, "Yes please."

He laughed, leant over to turn out the lights and we slept.

What a wonderful night's sleep I had as well. When I woke up he was gone.
The curtains were open and I could see that it was quite late by the
position of the sun. I hopped out of bed, grabbed a quick shower and
cleaned my teeth before puting on my clothes and going to find Jean
Pierre. He was in the kitchen at a breakfast bar with the Sunday papers
spread round him and a cup of coffee at his elbow. He was wearing a short
robe and as far as I could see nothing else. There was another man there
who looked like a butler, which was what he was.

"Good morning lover, how are you this morning?"

"Morning Jean Pierre, I don't think I have ever felt this good in the
morning in my life."

He laughed and asked me what Robert could get me for breakfast. I realised
I was very hungry so I said a full English breakfast, God it was good. When
I finished I looked at the clock and realised I was having brunch, it was
nearly noon.

"What would you like to do today Nicky?"

I was a bit taken back, I thought he would pay me and say goodbye and I
would go home.

"I don't know, I was expecting to be asked to leave so that you could get
on with your weekend."  He smiled at me and with an obviously false leer
told me he hoped I would stay because he wasn't finished with my body
yet. I blushed because I knew Robert had heard as well.

"I'm free until tonight if you want me to stay, then I have to get home
because I have work in the morning."

He looked at me for a minute and then got up, took my hand and led me
through to the lounge sitting me down on a settee with him.

"I'm being serious now Nicky. How much do you earn a month at your job?"

I blushed, it was peanuts, "About six hundred pounds."

"Ok. That is 7,200 pounds a year yes?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a bank account?"

"Yes of course." I couldn't see where this was going.

"If I deposit 9,200 pounds in your account in the morning, that's 1,000 for
last night, and another thousand for tonight, plus one year's salary will
you stay with me and see how we get on?"  I was totally shocked, I had
wanted a knight in shining armour to carry me off to his castle and make
love to me forever but I hadn't thought of Jean Pierre as that person.

I eventually found my voice and kind of squeaked at him, "Oh yes please."

That was it, he carried me back to bed and made gentle, sensitive, totally
mind blowing love to me for about two hours. I was wasted.

He took me to a wonderful restaurant for dinner and told me that the next
day we would go to the bank first to deposit my money, then his Doctor to
get me a certificate to send to work saying I would be unable to work for a
month because of injuries sustained in an accident at the weekend. I looked
shocked and he looked embarrassed.

"I don't want you to lose your job in case we don't work out." Nice of him.

"After that Nicky we are going to get you a new wardrobe."

I telephoned my parents and told them I wouldn't be home for a while but I
was perfectly ok.

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The Monday was the beginning of my new life. The little East End slut had
found his Pretty Woman Billionaire and I was going to make it work.

The wardrobe he bought me was mind blowing, thousands of pounds worth of
designer clothes, expensive smellies, designer watch and a gold choker. He
even bought me a superb leather toilet case and a set of travelling bags.

"You will have to get a passport if you don't already have one Nicky
because we will travel quite a lot."

This was getting better by the minute. Time seemed to fly by and before I
knew it we were looking at decision time with regard to my job.

"Do you want to stay Nicky? The money is yours whatever your decision."

Of course I said yes, hell I would have stayed even if I didn't like him
very much. But I stayed for the reason I didn't want to admit to myself. I
was falling in love with him. He was just so nice I couldn't believe how
well he treated me, always with respect and as an equal not as a paid rent
boy. I found out why that night.

We hadn't made love, both of us had blown the other in the shower and then
just snuggled up in bed. He turned the light out but started stroking my
body, he was gentle and it felt so good I was almost purring.

"You know why I want you to stay?"

I snuggled in closer and almost whispered into his chest, "No, tell me."

"I'm falling in love with you and I want you to stay forever."

I pulled away from him and turned the light back on. I had tears in my eyes
when I said, "Don't tease me Jean Pierre, that's not fare."

He kissed my nose, saw my tears and kissed them away before saying, "I'm
not teasing Nicky. You are a wonderful boy, falling in love with you has
been very easy for me."

Then I cried, "I love you too but I never dared think you would love me."

My life just kept getting better, Jean Pierre set up a trust fund for me so
that I would always be able to live well even if we split up, his reasoning
dumbfounded me.

"I don't want a little tramp staying with me while he works all the
angles. I have made you independently wealthy so now I know without any
doubt that you are with me because you want to be not because I am rich."

More tears, how could he be so generous, I was a little tramp but I was
very quickly becoming a little gentleman falling deeper and deeper in love.

Our love making was off this planet and just kept getting better, I
couldn't believe where he took me when he made love to me and he said I did
the same when I made love to him, but I was not allowed to penetrate him
ever.

"Would you like to fuck someone Nicky?" was his opening comment one day
when we were snuggling.  I looked stunned, "Oh no I love what we have, I
couldn't wish for more."

"Have you ever been the top Nicky?"

My reply was, "Yes, frequently punters wanted me to fuck them."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes, it can be so good."

"So you would like to do it again?"

I was getting confused.

"No my lover, because I know you don't want it."

"True, but I could get us an escort for the night sometime and let you fuck
him."

I hugged him very tight and said, "Please don't Jean Pierre, I love you so
much I don't want to risk anything spoiling it."

He nearly crushed me then as he said, "You really and truly do love me
then?"

"Of course I do, you know I can leave if I don't."

That was it, he never asked again and it never worried me that I was always
the bottom.

My life was perfect, how could I have been so lucky?

Then I woke up, it was Mum yelling, "Come on Nicky get up or you'll be late
for work."

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This is the second shortest story I have ever written I think. It was just
a bit of nonsense one night when I couldn't sleep. None the less I hope you
enjoyed it.

I'm not very good at introducing twists into my stories but I have with
this one because I like Nicky so I want to keep him alive. I have an idea
for part 2 but only if you think it is worth it.