Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 12:36:09 EDT
From: Lordoftheruin@aol.com
Subject: Horny Sod pt.1

Starting the job...


Part one of a collection of stories I'm thinking of writing considering I'm
having so much trouble sleeping lately, all the legal stuff is at the end
but this is a FANTASY! NOT reality! But basically, don't read this if it's
illegal, nor if u find homosexual sex disgusting, otherwise hope you
enjoy!!!


When I was in Uni, I got this job in a rather "odd" bar.  I was a typical
uni student, gay, experimenting and often v. v. broke.  Fees had gone up,
most of my student loan had gone half way thru my course and everywhere I
looked all I saw were more bills, debts and a general headache in the
future...  So I went out with a few friends daily looking for a new job,
and never found one.

I was in a mundane mood one night dancing in a gay club in London; I think
it was DTPM or something like that, when this man walked up to me and point
blank asked me would I like to work in a new bar that he was opening?  Full
training would be provided, something like 6pounds an hour and generally
good wages.  Now I was drunk, but not *that* drunk as I could see something
else was happening here!!

So I point blank asked him what his intentions were.  He just laughed, gave
me a fone number, an address and told me if I was interested then I should
give him a call, and then make an arrangement to meet at that address.

I promptly forgot about him for two weeks, thinking that he was nothing
than a perve.  He was a middle aged man with a balding spot and a look in
his eye which seemed to sum up everyone in categories of "I would fuck", "I
would like to fuck" and most importantly "They hopefully would fuck me".
So basically you're general leach.

Then I ran out of money, no money coming in from parents, student loan all
used up, overdrawn to the max and short of renting, there was nothing that
I could do, FUCK!  But then, I remembered this fabulous new job from a man
who said that I would be fully trained and EVERYTHING!  Sounds like fun!  I
hunted down his fone number and got the address and used the last of my
fone credit and gave him a call.

He actually sounded surprised down the fone the old dear... We set an
appointment to meet the very same day, after all.  I was fucking broke.

I caught the train to Earls Court, a few stops away from where I was
staying, blessing my dad for giving me the all year travel card which
wouldn't be a problem for a while at least, when I followed his directions
to a rather old, and slightly run down house.  I remembered what the geezer
had told me and I went up to the door and simply buzzed in.

"Hello? Who's there" The intercom politely asked me.

"It's Erm, John, the guy that Brandon spoke to over the fone?" I managed to
stammer into the intercom, waited in the biting cold for a few minutes, and
then heard the door buzzer go.  I pulled it open and stepped into what I at
first thought was a bloody brothel!!

---

The insides were all v. plush and v. red.  The lighting was all very
subdued and I could hear some music thud in the background, I was on the
verge of walking away when this man walked over to me.  6'1', well built
and had a sharks smile came over and introduced himself as "David" and
inquired to who had given me this address, and more importantly, did I know
what this place was?

I told him what I knew, and he laughed softly.

"Brandon sure does know how to pick the cute ones doesn't he?" He mused to
himself, "Well, follow me upstairs and I'll let you know what this place is
before I let you into the lions den ok?"

Well, this was bloody reassuring!

He ushered me upstairs without any complaints, or any put into words
anyway.  When we came to the end of corridor, everything just looked plain
decadent and generally rich! All the wood fittings were stained a deep
golden brown.  The paintings seemed to have cost a rather large amount of
money and the floor nearly came up to my ankles!! It all just looked so
lush and welcoming! I thought that whatever this place did, it either raked
in a lot of money or it catered to those that did.

He opened a door and led me into a somewhat depressing room. It was harshly
lit by a fluorescent light strip; the floor was bare wood which was
certainly not stained like the wood outside! And the desk in the corner of
the room looked like it had better days...  More misgivings? Nooooo.

"Alright, John isn't it? Can I get you something to drink before we begin?"
David asked me shaking me out of my daydreaming.

I shook my head and found my voice.  "So what is it that you do here?"

"All in good time my friend, but let me set your fears at rest, I'm not
going to ask you to escort for me nor anyone here ok?"

PHEWWWWWWW, now that was a huge bloody relief! But on the tails of that
came a general feeling of what the hell was going on here?

I asked for a coke, and he went over and poured me a glass from a mini
fridge, which like everything else in the room seemed in need of
replacement!  Set it down in front of me and began to speak.

"Firstly, I'll repeat John, this isn't an escort parlour.  I personally
don't mind if boy works, be it on his feet or his back.  But that has
*nothing to do with what goes on here understand?"

"This place, you might have noticed has seen better days.  That's mostly
coz we cater to 'old money' in here.  Men who have also seen better days!
You're job, will mostly entail serving people drinks, and on the old
occasion going out into the bar itself serving those drinks.  We provide
full training for both serving as a waiter and behind the bar so don't
worry!"

David went on to explain the history of this little place...

Turns out that it was a bar that had been in business for the past fifty
years! Just hope some of the customers weren't that old... And basically it
was a place for men to come and relax, and get away from the general hustle
and bustle of life in this hectic world, and if the people who served them
were young and gorgeous boys who would complain?

The short of it was, this place was a sex club and all I had to do was pull
the drinks, provide the customers with a smiling face and lubricants when
required.  Oh well, I could always be working with McDonald's I reminded
myself!

"So John, do you think that you could work with us? We're actually rather
short on staff at the moment, well to be honest; we're always short of
staff as we have a rather high turn over here!"  I later found out that
nearly half the boys who worked here were escorts and promptly found out
once David found out.  So much for being a nice guy!

I told him I would need some time to think about it, which he readily
agreed to.  He mentioned that perhaps I would like to go downstairs and see
where I possibly would be working?  Hell, why not, it's not as if they
would jump on me the moment I walked thru the door huh?

---

We took the back route down, and he was telling me that I could expect to
make perhaps 20quid a night, and that hopefully, I would enjoy working with
him considering that I was such a cute boy, Ahhh, the flatterer.

We came to a rather large oak door, and then told me that if I had any
objections to what I saw behind here, he would show me the door out no
feelings hurt ok?  Sounds fair enough, after all, he hadn't tried to put
anything on me yet, tho I wouldn't mind, he was a cute bugger! LOL

He opened the door and I swore to God I thought I had walked in a bloody
porn movie!

In front of me was a room which was perhaps 12 foot by 15.  At the top was
a bar in bright white lights with two *very* cute bartenders looking
v. harressed and in along the sides were subdued lighting with vauge shapes
in them.  The lighting was purple and a v. subdued right tint so you could
barely make out what went on, but I was v. sure that I saw at least 20odd
people walking around, doing, well, STUFF!

And in the middle of this room, there was a pit.  The sides were around two
foot in length with railings, which people went bent over, leaning.  I
hadn't realised until later just how many of these guys were getting
fucked!

And the pit itself?  It was around 8foot by 11 and it was literally
*cramed* with warm bodies.  I could hear music coming thru speakers,
something like Dido or something similar, but it was very low and mostly
predomaint I could hear the sounds of men groaning and moaning, and
generally having a bloody good time!

It was if a scene from hell, you could see that there was something in the
pit, lots of men writhing in ecstasy, but you couldn't make out details,
you could tell there were people, you just couldn't tell what sort of
people.  Dear lawd, no wonder this place had such a high turnover rate!

"This is the main 'pit' room, very popular as you can tell! But if you work
here, you are *not* allowed in during work hours do you understand?"  I
vaguely nodded, saying that I understood, but I was transfixed by the sight
of all these men just *fucking!*

He lead me around the side rails, and I could see that people got out of
his way quickly and seemed v. interested in me!

I decided there and then that I wanted this job!

We went ot the bar, and he introduced me to the gorgeous barmen, who were
wearing jockstraps! Christ, this place was good!  There weren't that many
people in front of the bar, so I managed to chat to them, watching as they
flexed their muscles.  They weren't Bel Ami bois, but they had hard
muscles, not lean toned, but guys with muscle! I learned that one of them,
Ryan, was leaving as soon as a replacement was found, so I guess I would
take his position huh?

I looked at David who was looking at me with a question forming on his
lips, and I told him. "I'll take it."

---

Bugger, Bugger BUGGER! It was my first night on the job, and I was torn
between what to wear.  I was told by the barman Ryan, that if I wanted to
make good tips then I should show off what I've got.  I looked at myself in
the mirror and in a critical state took stock of myself.  I went to the gym
three or four times a week for some hard working out and used one of those
stomach toning machines fairly often.

I'm 5'11 and I weigh around 135pounds.  Very underweight and all muscle.  I
wasn't anywhere near as toned as the guys I had seen last nite, but
everything I had was clearly shown!  I had a nicely defined, yet not too
defined chest and abs, my arms and legs were nicely in perportion with the
rest of my body, not too large.  I had a sprinkling of hair down my legs, a
nice golden sheen some of my shags had told me, and I had procelin white
skin.  No blemishs whatsoever.  Unlike most English people I didn't rush
outside the moment the sun came out, and as a result I had never been
sunburned.  My skin looked perfect!  I also had short cropped flaming red
hair, a lot of people would ask me if I dyed my hair, and often in the same
sentence asked me "Is it cuff and collar huh?" Erk, nasty.

But I had light sheens of golden hair running down the length of my legs,
and a slight gloss down my arms.  Defintily not hairy, but enough to keep
me warm!  I had exteremly small nipples, like they hadn't finished
developing yet. But they became as hard as rock when played with, which was
a shame since they were v. sensitive!

And finally, the pride and joy of any male.  My cock.  It was at the moment
stuffed inside my new jockstrap which David had advanced me the money on,
telling me to "get a good one" since the more I showed, the more I would
make on the job! It was a CK jockstrap, with an electric blue waistband,
and a cotton white pouch.  And it was also the first jockstrap that I had
ever owned, it made me feel sooooo horny.

I looked at myself in my mirror, angling it up and down and thinking "damn,
I look good enough to eat." I started running my hands up and down my body,
teasing my nipples slightly and discovered an amusing thing about
jockstraps.  A hardon shows up str8 away when you wear one!

I watched in the mirror as my cock grew to semi strength inside the pouch,
feeling myself up, stroking on the outside giving it encouragement to grow.
I watched in the mirror, getting VERY hot considering if I should give my
next door neighbour a call.  A pure closet case bitch boi who would take
*anything* I, or anyone else for that matter, would give him, a pure grade
slut.  Christ, give him a penis and he'll be yours for hours on end.  The
only issue I had with him was his "no condom" rule... He totally relished
the "skin to skin" contact, and said that he enjoyed the feeling of cum in
his arse.

Well, fuck this.  I'm going to make that boi eat my arse and then shot a
load up his arse.  I'd never fucked him before, but then again, I'd never
worn a jockstrap before so I'll kill two birds with one stone.  My fantasy
of bareback sex with a man, I'd NEVER done before. And also, a popular
fantasy fucking someone wearing a jock.

I opened my door a crack, looking outside making sure that no one was
around, luckily it was a Friday nite and only us two were in since we were
both totally broke!  I knocked on his door, and heard him bitch.  Bet the
dirty fucker was having a wank!  I knocked louder on the door starting to
get worried that someone would come past seeing me wear a jock strap and
sporting a huge hardon!

I knocked louder as I could hear someone come up the stairs and finally,
heard him move his arse.  He opened the door and I saw his eyes widen,
"what the fuck are you wearing!"

I hadn't time to answer this idjits questions, I pushed the door open into
his room and pulled him down onto the bed.

I held him by the throat and whispered "hello Derrick, how you doing 2day?"

He went rigid, hands clamped down by the side and I looked him up and down.
He was wearing his football gear, well, I don't have a football fetish but
it was v. horny.

"Whaaa, whaat do you want?" He stammered, looking at me with such clear
blue eyes.

I held him by his throat with one hand, pushing his head up higher and I
used my other hand to feel his smooth uniform.  Derrick is an absolute
stunner, he has black short spiky hair, longer than mine but still spiky,
he also had a footballer's body.  Legs of which to die for, but lacking
slightly in the upper body development, shame that.  He had clear, oh so
clear blue eyes, clear complexion and a rose bud lips that I was v. tempted
to kiss, but he nearly always refused me.

"Come on man!" He implored me, "I've got to get to training!"

Nope, wasn't having any of that, I'm horny.  After all, these things come
first.

"What would u do mister, if I told the football team you take it up the
arse?" I whispered into his ear.

He went as rigid as a poker, well, the rest of him at any rate.  One part
of him was certainly rigid enough!  "You wouldn't! Please don't tell! I'll
do fucking anything! Christ man! They'll kill me!" he gibbered into my ear.
Favourite words of mine dealing with repressed gay bois.  I'm not usually
into domination games but with Derrick, it was so fucking easy.

"I won't tell, but I want something from you Derrick" He nodded so hard I
almost lost my grip on his neck indicating that if there was anything I
wanted, I was pretty sure I could have.

"Do you know what I want? I want to fuck you Derrick, for the first time,
your arse, is mine." His eyes widened in shock, and perhaps a little bit of
fear?

"Oh for fucks sake! You can't! I've got to get to practice! I can't turn up
for training with cum drooling from my crack! Fuck man! I'll blow you but
please don't cum up my arse! Please!" he implored me.  Shame that I wasn't
in the mood for it tho.

I dragged him up, and laid him out against the wall, "sorry, but your ass,
is mine for the next half an hour" And roughly ripped down his football
shorts exposing his perfectly formed ass framed in guess what? A black jock
strap.  Oh goody!

I thought about making him rim me for a while, but reconsidered since my
hardon had been trapped for so long, I hadn't fucked in over a week since I
hadn't the money to go out and find anyone so I ripped down his shorts,
fished out some lubricant from his bedside draw and was about to open it
when he told me.  "Don't, use spit please, it's easier to get rid of."
Well, I guess I could afford to be charitable?

I pulled his arms up, exposing more of his golden brown skin.  He really
was a luvvely boi, I noticed that he was trembling slightly as I ran my
hands up and down the flank of his back.  I slowly moved my hands in and
around his arse, feeling the taught strength of him.  He was remarkably
clean, guess that's a good thing!  I moved my hands in and around his
jockstrap, feeling the lines move to his pouch which was also getting
filled to the brim.  Slight problem with Derricks penis, always so eager,
just not large enough to fill a man, but fat enough to make most wince in
pain!

I slowly moved his legs open, or as far as they could with his shorts down
by his ankle, I took out my throbbing cock, and lovingly rubbed it along
his crack, feeling so horny and full of my own power as I did so.  I
measured it against his back, not one of the largest I'd ever seen, it was
perhaps 8", or slightly over but thick enough that you could certainly feel
it! I was cut with a flared mushroom head and had a shaft which was as
straight as an arrow.  I'd heard many a good compliments about my cock and
fucking techniques!

I spat on my cock, using my free hand to rub it in, and using my other to
feel his shaved arse.  I started to lightly play with the entrance to his
arse, feel him tense up every time I ran my hand up and along the
entrance. I quickly lubed up as fast as I could, adding spit to both my
cock and his arse, feeling my finger slip inside to the first digit,
feeling the delicious warmth of his arse.  I *never* fuck without a condom,
but I'm afraid this is something that I have to experience at least once!!!

I finally was convinced that he was wet enough, and so was I.  I positioned
my cock at the entrance to his hole.  In reassurance I stroked the back of
his neck, even when I was in control of him I never wanted to hurt him so I
went slow in order to *not* hurt him.

I moved in slowly, feeling the heat of his body envelop my cock, I pushed
my cock head against his arse, not quite putting it in, but at the same
time feeling him relax his arse, getting ready to greet my cock.  I felt my
own cock throb in anticipation of what was to cum next, I rubbed it up and
down more past his crack, feeling him get hotter and hotter, adding more
spit when I thought I needed to.  And then finally, I pushed so slowly
against his hole, I felt some initial resistance.  It was hard going, he
just didn't seem loose enough, but I keep pushing, putting one hand on the
strap of his jock and pulling it towards me.  He cried out "It's too big!
You're hurting me!"  I couldn't care less! I wanted in!

And then finally, there was an almost audible *pop* and I slipped the head
of my cock in. Christ! Now this was fucking fantastic! I heard him wince,
and felt his arse muscles contract against the invader, but was determined
that I certainly was going to cum inside this hole.  I added more lube, and
slowly started to thrust in and out, hearing him pant, seeing the muscles
in his back strain as I added more and more of my 8incher into his body.  I
looked down and saw my white cock enter his golden arse, it was one of the
more erotic sights I'd ever seen. My bare cock against his raw arse.

And then finally, I could feel my balls reach the end of his the journey, I
was finally fully in!! Christ! What the fuck had I been missing? I knew
that this was the only time I would ever feel reckless enough to do this
but it was pure bliss! Much better than the feeling of being covered in a
condom could ever be!!

It felt as if my cock was covered in some expensive velvet, I managed to
move back and forward slowly, but every fast movement felt as if I was
about to blow my load.  I moved my hands down from his back and neck, and
grabbed the two straps connecting the jock and the main strap, and slowly
twisted them in his hands.  He'd once told me that all he wanted sometimes
was a hard fuck, well that's what he was going to get!

I started to control my feelings, breathing heavily, feeling like I was
going to shoot virtually every second, I was pulling out to my head, and
then slamming back in all the way, almost every time hitting his prostate
it felt like! I could see him arch his back to greet my cock every time I
thrust back in, now this was fucking perfect!

I could hear Derrick moan, and offer me encouragement to "fuck me hard, oh
God, fuck me harder" interspersed with his moans, groans and grunts of the
man who's getting royally fucked.

As I assaulted his hole, I saw him snake a hand down, put his hand against
the wall and thrust his arse back out against him, banging my hips against
his arse, and noticed him move his hand in a way suggesting that he was
freeing his cock.  I didn't think much of this considering I had no
intention of relieving him after I'd cum so I let him play with himself,
feeling my balls get tighter with every thrust and grunt.

And then I knew that I'd past beyond the point of no return, and knew that
within the next few minutes I was going to cum.  I could hear him start to
beg "cum on my back, please, I can't have cum leaking during practice" he
was whimpering, oh well, not my issue.

I started to pound him even harder, hearing a louder groan for every
thrust, and in between I would stop and tease his hole with just the head,
making him push back for my cock. He was really flogging his meat I could
see so I continued to pound harder and harder, till my hips were banging
against his arse, and both were turning as red as my hair.  The junctions
in my brains were totally frying out, and all my mind was being centered
around the thrusting in and out against his arse.

And then, my balls withdrawn back into my body, and I breathed more and
more erratically, and I could feel my load aching to be let loose.  I
grabbed the straps, feeling one of them break, and pumped like a fucking
manic man, feeling his tight arse close against my cock only made it
worse. And then, I felt my load shoot up his arse, feeling every load pump
out, I couldn't stop myself moaning and calling him every dirty name I
could think of.  And then he started to cum, making his hole even tighter
heightening my sensation bring my own orgasm to even greater heights.

"OHFUCKJESUSMOTHEROFGOD-FUCKYOUHARDYOUDIRTYFUCK" I screamed out, feeling
the other strap break as I finally drove home my cock deep in his arse, and
all but collapsed against his back.

We both feel back on the bed, my cock still up his arse.  When he swivelled
on my cock, smiled at me and said "you stupid fuck, now I've got to go to
practice with cum leaking and no jock! Stupid fucker!!"

I smiled at him, winced as his pulled himself off my cock, Damn, that was
one fantasy fuck.  And pulled off my jock.  "I want it back, but next time,
I'm raping your mouth when you give it back ok?"

He looked all scared, but nodded.

I gave him a kiss on his forehead, and walked back to my room.  And to
think? I'm going to be working at a bar where sex is rampant, it only seems
right I get enough practice beforehand!!

---

And what does everyone think?  Send all congrats, letters of love, death
threats and general comments for more to lordoftheruin@aol.com.  Everything
in this story is FANTASY, nothing more. I always believe that you could use
a condom EVERYTIME during sex outside a long term relationship, but hey,
what are stories if we can't express what we wish could happen?