Confessions of How I Became a Rent Boy …
Alex Carr. © 2007

He was up inside me. I was wreathing as his strong rough hands held my hips firmly, preventing me from budging as he rammed home his huge cock. I was yelling for him to take it easy. I wanted the fuck, sure I did - but with some style, not like an animal ready for slaughter. That’s how it felt, sore and hurting like hell when he shoved it in so deep.

“You asked for it, Pete, lad. So you got it,” he yelled, not showing one iota of consideration for the welfare of my hammered ass, resounding with the slap of his balls as he thrust into me and then, coming out, feeling as though he was going to run me inside out

I was only eighteen and this was my first male fuck. I felt a little sensitive and remembered gripping the bedrail. If I’d known it was going to be like this I would have asked for another twenty. I was wanting a car as soon as I passed my driving test and Freddy’s offer was more than tempting.

When he finished I was so numb and exhausted. He actually apologized for making it a trifle rough, (his words) “But when committed there is no turning back,” he said.

“Now there is Jim, my mate, waiting,” announced Freddy as if I was something else, waiting to serve the fuck of any Tom, Dick and Harry.

I heard him telling Jim in the corridor outside his bedroom what a great ass fuck I was and to give it me rough; that’s how I liked it. He was joking! I was ready to put my jeans back on. I was sore enough, and there was no way this Jim was going to get inside me.

“Fifty Quid?” he asked.

Now this was something else, I was thinking - speeding new car to show off to my mates. My ass was stinging and how, but fifty quid? “Okay how do you want me?”

I just bent over the arm of the settee nice and steep for him and gritted my teeth as he slid his cock inside me. Whether it was because Jim was smaller or my hole had just been stretched I don’t know, but his fuck didn’t hurt or sting; in fact surprisingly I enjoyed it and he had a lovely way of maneuvering sideways, which made for a wonderfully deep sensation that I really started to enjoy. Perhaps I was getting too cocky though, because next to have me was a coloured guy with a penis as big as a large cucumber. That made me gulp.

“No way is that gonna go up my ass! Sorry, pal!” I told him.

“Ricky,” he announced. You know - as if pleading for me!

“Well, Ricky, my shop is closed for service. Sorry mate!”

“One hundred quid to open it?” he asked.

Wow! The offer was tempting. But he wanted a blow job all in as well. Could I cope with that? Something inside me said go for it and what I was about to endure was a turning point in my growing up in the real world. I must have sucked cock for well over half hour and was becoming quite an expert. He came but I said not in my mouth. I wasn’t ready for that;