DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 14
I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a high street solicitor. If you'd like to read about my first sexual encounter with a bloke, check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes
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I am 29 years old during this chapter.
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I was really busy for the next week. I spent Sunday finishing the unpacking and getting rid of the boxes before meeting some friends for a late pub lunch. Leroy had got me into his spit-and-sawdust gym again, so I hit the weights hard every day, mixed in a few runs in the North London winter rain, and batch-cooked my muscle-fuel meals. My priority was applying for jobs, but you can't do that all day so I had a fair bit of free time. I continued to defrost my social life, making contact with more of my old mates. Though my bank account was still stacked, I don't like not earning so I set up some profiles on a few sites and put my mouth, dick and bum out there for rent; I got a few takers in the first week and was soon trading my body for good money at least once every day or two. Most of my punters either just wanted massage and a blowie, or they wanted me to top them, which was a nice change.
On the Monday though, I'd called the Boss at Big Bad Wolf, who was pleased to hear from me and got me to come around to Unit 16 for a coffee on Tuesday afternoon. Hanging my puffa coat up in his office, I settled onto his sofa wearing jeans over my jock, white trainers with white crew socks and a plain grey t-shirt, my long hair tied back in a scruffy manbun and shoved under a woollen beanie. The Boss looked as hot as ever in jeans and boots paired with a Big Bad Wolf Studios tee and a baseball cap on backwards.
After we'd talked for a while and finished our instant coffee, the Boss picked up his iPhone and started filming me, much to my surprise. "So everyone, we've got fan fave Davey X back in the house. Whatcha been up to Dave?" "Ummmm... well, I've been in Holland, doing work for Cerberus Productions..." "Yeah, big up our friends at Cerberus. Go on mate." "Yeah well I did some hot stuff for them, had a great time, and I've just been chillin' for a few months back in Oz." "Niiiiiiice, ya look like ya got a good tan. Awright lad, its been a while so let's get a look at you then." Smiling, I replied "what do I get for it? This is pricey product mate", I laughed as I slapped my own chest. Grinning, the Boss fished out his wallet and handed me a 20. "That's just for a look" I said as I stood and peeled off my tee for his inspection. "Fuckin' nice boi, you've been workin' hard. I'm lovin' those nips," he said as he gave the pierced nubs a firm tug and slapped my furry pecs and abs. "Show me that PA lad." I just stood there expectantly until he gave me another 20, then I unbuckled my belt, undid my flies and pushed my jeans and jock down to my ankles. My semi-hard cock flopped out and I adjusted my heavy, hairy ballsack as the Boss, still seated, leaned towards me and took my cock in his hand to examine my 8 gauge curved barbell. "Niiiiiccceeee." He caressed my PA and shaft and cupped and juggled my balls as I started to get hard. "You've gone natural down here, I like it, suits the wildman look."
He slowly scanned me with his iPhone from my feet (where my jeans and jock were bunched down over my trainers) up my hairy muscular legs, my swelling pierced junk and thick bush, up my furry abs and chest, until he had my bearded face in the frame, standing up as he took me in. "Awright boi, here's a hundred. How about getting on your knees and taking care of Daddy." Putting the pair of 50's with my other 40 quid, I obediently sank to my knees, unbuttoned his flies and tugged his jeans and jock down mid-thigh as his heavy, hard meat sprang up and he continued to take POV footage. "That's it boi, lick my precum. Sweet, ain't it? Yeah, get that tongue under my foreskin. Suck my balls, there's a good lad. Right, now take it down that well-trained throat. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOD BOI. Slowly, slowly, work that shaft with your hand, that's it Davey-boy. Play with yourself boi, I can see that stiff little rocket of yours, get yerself revved. Yeeeeeesssssss that's it, take it deep, I don't care if you gag, it just makes more spit. There's a good boi." I followed his instructions, sucking him hard and deep, gasping when I took a break, my drool flowing over my beard to my chest in thick ropes when he withdrew.
"Here's another hundred for yer ass mate, yeah?" "150" I countered. "Whoa", he laughed. "That's a lot for rent". "Yeah but you're filming, you're gonna post it on the site for sure." Smiling, he said "Yeah but I'd have paid you 500 to get fucked for hours. 120 quid, that's my last offer". I took it, and stood back up as I toed off my trainers and stepped out of my jeans and jock. I got on all fours on the sofa and twerked my ass at him jokingly, naked apart from my socks, woollen beanie, my woven bracelets, and the silver chain around my neck, the pendant dangling. He laughed as he squatted behind me with his phone. He planted his free hand on one ass cheek and pushed it to one side, exposing my hole to his phone camera. "Its still such a sweet, tight little pucker ain't it? You've taken the fist but you ain't got that loose skin around yer ring yet", he commented approvingly before taking his hand off my butt cheek and running a finger up and down my sweaty hairy trench, teasing my cunt. I wasn't a fisting veteran, so long breaks between sessions and loads of Anusol had preserved me thus far. "Spread that ass for me boi," so I rested my head on the back of the sofa and reached back with both hands, grabbed my glutes and pulled them apart as wide as I could so my moist anus opened just a tiny bit. The Boss sighed as he reached between my legs and pulled my rock hard penis back towards him. "Guys, look how stiff and solid this pecker is, this slutty cunt loves it," he murmured for the video as he gave me a few rough strokes and rubbed his thumb pad over my precum-slippery PA before letting my dick go so it slapped hard up against my abs, flicking a string of cocksnot onto the sofa cushion. He spat on my hole and put put the pad of his thumb - moistened with my harvested precum - on my pucker, moving it in firm, teasing circles and extracting a soft moan from me, before he slowly pushed the very tip of his thumb inside my tight opening. "Push it out for me", he ordered as he took his thumb tip out and sucked it clean, and I bore down on my abs so my ring flared open and winked at him. "Lovely stuff boi. You had a clean out today?". "No Boss." "You've had a dump though, yeah?" "Yes Boss." He laughed. "You must have known I was gonna get me some of this when you came calling, but you know how I like a cunt, don't you boi?" I smiled and nodded. "You want Daddy's dick up in there boi?" "Yes please Boss." "'Course you do, you furry little slut." The Boss got up, went to his desk to fetch a pump dispenser of lube, and got back down behind my ass, which I still held spread wide. He pumped a couple of squirts of gel out to trickle down my hairy trench and moved it over my hole with his finger, then slowly slid the slick digit up into my shit chute and felt around for my fucknut. I sighed. "That's it, yer fuckin' hungry hole loves it, don't it? In and out, that's it. Yer ready for two fingers now boi, yyyesssssss there ya go, good lad." He finger-fucked me for a few minutes with his two fat digits.
Standing, he placed his cockhead at my lubed and prepped hole and dribbled some spit onto his glans and my ring. "You sure you want Daddy's dick boi?" "Fuck yeah Daddy, give it to me, please," I groaned, before he eased the spongy wet tip past my sphincter. I gasped, he pulled all the way out, then popped it in again, and out and in, out and in. "There you go boi, push yer ass out to let me in, there you go." He slid all the way up inside me and started a slow and steady fuck as he continued to film and comment. It felt so full and nice and my cock was leaking like crazy. After a while he pulled out and sat next to me on the sofa, squirting some more lube on his cock and smearing it over the glistening fleshtube; I got the message, stood and turned my back to him before standing up on the sofa and squatting back down on his pole and starting to ride, my thighs bunching and straining as I bounced on his groin, trickles of sweat running down my back. "Hey all you guys out there", said the Boss, "check out this tatt on Dave's back, just a sec, I'll zoom.... here it is, the Big Bad Wolf. He's BBW property, this lad. Fuck, look at that hole stretch around my cock, I love the way the ring gets pulled out a bit as he rides up, beautiful stuff."
He slapped my ass and I stood (moaning as he slid out of me), as he also stood and shoved me back down on the sofa on my butt; I pulled my legs back for him and the Boss crouched down and re-inspected my ass with his phone. "Awwwwww look at that wet open cunt, its getting all puffy now. Push it for me. Ahhhh yeah, there's a bit of a rosebud there, push harder, yyyeeeeaaahhhhhh, but yer still tight, you'd need more fucking to make that beauty bloom properly." He stood and tugged the sock off my left foot, then started caressing and sniffing the pale clean sole. "Dave, you've always had hot feet, so nice. Getting them up in the air is always the hottest bit of yer scenes. Here, let's get get rid of this other sock. Yeah, niiiiiiiice." The Boss moved my feet next to each other, cleared his throat noisily and dribbled thick snotty saliva onto my soles, smearing it over the sensitive skin with his fingers. "Get em down here, that's right." He pushed my feet down and directed me to grip my ankles and press the soles together, and then squeezed his cock, wet from my fucktunnel, between my soft, sensitive, slippery arches and started to thrust. Mmmmmmmmm that felt nice! He pushed my feet towards my face as far as my legs would stretch, and I strained my head forward until I could lick the tip of his cock as it slid towards me, tasting the precum that leaked heavily from the piss slit which winked open with each forward thrust of his hips. "Yeah, keep them pressed together, that's it lad". He started fucking harder and harder before finally pulling back, pushing my legs wide apart, aiming his cock and slamming back up in my cunt and piledriving into me. He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder as my other one waved out to one side, as he continued filming on his phone all the while. Finally he pulled out and started to wank furiously as I grabbed my toes and pulled my legs back; his first jet of man juice splashed my tight hairy balls, the next hit my taint and open hole, then he shoved back in to breed my pussy with the last few gushes.
Sliding out, his cock still rock hard, he squatted again to get a close up of my hole. "Push some of it out, thats it, let me see inside. That's nice boi. Oooooohhhh I can get three fingers in there now... let's see... yeah, all four up in that sloppy whore's cunt, so wet in there." Then he stood and lay me down on the sofa on my back, tugging off my beanie and throwing it aside. "OK boi, suck me clean and wank one out for me. That's it, can you taste yer ass on my cock? Yeah I know you like that flavour. Take it deep down yer throat, yeah boi, look up at me, look in the camera and work that cock." With his still amazingly hard and richly flavoured cock in my mouth, staring right into his iPhone, I arched my back and spattered my beard, chest and abs with an impressive long-range load. "GOOD BOI, GOOD FUCKIN' BOI". He slowly panned up and down my bod, taking in my slimy wet feet, still-hard pierced cum-oozing cock, seed-slick torso and happy smiling face. "Tell the guys who you are". "I'm Dave X, for Big Bad Wolf," I said, grinning. He finally put his phone down and went to make another couple of coffees as I got up, gathered my 260 quid and stuffed it in my wallet before flopping naked back down on the sofa. I'd learned to be very comfortable lounging around in the nude with juices drying on my skin and the room was super-warm, so I was in no hurry to wipe down and get dressed.
"Mate," the Boss said as he handed me a fresh coffee, "you up for more scenes?" "Boss, I'm getting this sorted out..." (I gestured to my face and hair) "... on Monday and I've got interviews lined up for next week. I'd be up for joining the crew - that's why I called, actually - but no more filming after this." "Well I've already got something scheduled for Saturday, but what if I could get something sorted before the weekend? Friday, or maybe even Thursday? Before you go to the barbers." I considered this for a moment, than shrugged and said "Cool. But its my last one, and I want a grand." We started negotiating...
On Thursday afternoon, Leroy drove us to Unit 16. There were already eight guys milling around in the studio, stripping off and shoving their kit in lockers. I knew several of them, including Daniel (his topknot shaved off, he now had a dark grade one buzzcut, a week's worth of thick beard growth, and a silver ring piercing the left side of his nose) and Tomas (his hair longer and slicked back - both he and Dan had added some more muscle and looked really ripped). There were high fives and man-hugs all around, including from Bill and Ted who swept me up in their bare and brawny arms and squeezed me hard before returning to setup duties. Leroy and I joined the others in stripping off; I tied back my hair in a loose messy bun and then did some sets of pushups and pullups to get pumped.
The Boss gave us some rough direction for the scene as I bent over and spread my glutes so Sketch could inject some lube up into my rectum with a syringe; I gave him a soft hug hello as I straightened up. I dropped to my knees, waiting to get started, allowing some lube to ooze down from my internal resevoir to slicken my chute and wet my fuckhole. When Bill and Ted - barefoot in cargo shorts and vests - were in position with their cameras, the Boss called "ACTION". The nine performers shuffled towards me in a circle, naked and hard, and I was in piggy heaven as I started to receive their cocks down my throat and suck and stroke them enthusiastically. They jostled for position around me, pulling my face off one cock and shoving another in my open mouth; I soon stopped trying to exert any control and just let the guys share me how they wanted. I was rigid hard but left my cock alone for the time being, savouring the feelings and flavours in my mouth and throat. Before long, someone reached down my back to slide their fingers through my slippery trench and tease my hole, finally poking a finger inside me to test my lubrication. Others crouched behind me to spread my ass and take a good look, slapping my cheeks hard and tapping the pads of their fingers against my wet sphincter to make it pulse.
After ages of throat fucking action, they dragged me up and led me to a sling, laying me down in it and hooking my feet through the loops. Someone started eating my ass, another guy took my hardon in his hot wet mouth, another chewed on my pierced nips, yet another licked my damp sweaty pits. The other guys milled around my head, taking turns to snog me wetly, before feeding me some more cock. Fingers started sliding up into my chute - first two, then three - twisting, poking and stretching me open, encouraging that deposit of gut lube to flow down, before a spit-slick cock forced its way up my mancunt. Gripping my feet, the burly hairy dude started to fuck me like a champ, hard and fast, slow and easy, alternating his rhythm like the pro he was.
Over the next hour or so, they all took their turns on my ass and I got hard meat, slick with butt juices, recycled into my hungry gob. Tomas fucked my face hard for a few minutes before he was dragged around and bent over my suspended torso; a hairy dirty-blond Polish guy squatted down behind him and started to eat out his smooth tight pussy as Tomas hungrilly sucked my leaking cock. Finally they all started to yell their encouragement as a dude ejected a copious load of cum all over my balls, taint and hole while another guy sent jets across my nose and forehead (just missing my eye; no-one likes cum in their eye!) before zeroing in on my open mouth and tongue. His neighbour basted my beard and neck (my necklace was sure gonna need a rinse in the shower) and more spunk splashed my chest and abs. Daniel was the next one to shove himself up in my wet cunt and he bred me deeply with a loud cry as the guys cheered him on, and Leroy followed to knock me up straight after him. Another load was shot straight down my throat and one nasty guy made sure his spunk came all in my hair while another shot on my sweaty armpit - that was a new one!
As they took turns feeding me their cocks for cleaning, Tomas crouched down and hungrilly felched accumulated cum from my battered hole; I pushed it out for him, giving him a little bit of cum-slick rosebud to suck on as well. Guys released my ankles from the loops and grabbed my forearms to haul me to my feet. They pushed Tomas down onto all fours on the floor and guided me behind him; I dropped to my knees as one man straddled Tomas' back and spread the lad's ass for me - I leaned in and started to lick and probe that shaved-smooth crack and hole; it was already wet from the Polish guy's mouth and my cock twitched at the taste of his spit. I didn't use my fingers - Tomas liked to be fucked tight - so I just spat on his pussy and my cock and pushed my pierced glans against his ring until it popped through. He cried out, but I knew he liked it, so I just dribbled down some more spit. When I got balls-deep, I felt Leroy kneel down behind me and push his still-hard cock up my ass, while Daniel fed his hard wet meat into Tomas' throat and started to fuck his face; the guy straddling Tomas' back straightened up and started to fuck my throat. As Leroy slammed into my ass, my hips were driven forward to fuck Tomas' tight anus as everyone cheered us on. The Polish guy and another couple of dudes worked out their second loads and spattered my torso and my hair with cum as I sucked, fucked and got fucked. The dude I was sucking filled my mouth with his second load, most of which I pushed out with my tongue so it spilt out over my bearded chin and dripped down onto Tomas' butt. Finally Leroy slid out of me and stood over us, beating his meat, as I pulled out and jerked a spray of seed up Tomas' back and over his ass cheeks before sticking myself back up him to milk out the last oozing drips. As Daniel jerked his second load of the scene over Tomas' face, Leroy pointed his glistening cock at my face and shot over my tongue and beard before sliding the ass-flavoured dick into my gob for me to finish. As I sucked Leroy's softening cock and slowed down my thrusting pelvis, I held Tomas' hips and tried to relax, until finally my piss started to flow and fill Tomas' rectum as he moaned in delight and jerked out his batter onto the floor beneath him; all of the other guys gathered around us and hosed us down with their piss. When I finally disengaged and sat back on my heels, Tomas pushed out a powerful jet of my urine all over my abs and groin.
As the Boss yelled "CUT! THAT'S A FUCKIN' WRAP BOYS!!!!", the assembled tops spontaneously broke out in applause, celebrating the successful end of my last professional scene, and proceeded to variously backslap me, ruffle my hair, shake my hand, high-five me, and lean in for wet kisses. As everyone headed to the showers, Tomas and I sucked off Bill, Ted and Sketch as was the tradition, then took their urine all over our bodies.
I was officially retired. On the Monday, I took myself to my favourite posh barber in Covent Garden. If I am completely honest, I'd felt my hair was starting to recede just a little and tying it back was making it look a little worse (that's what I thought, but everyone else said I was imagining things - ah, vanity!). Not only did I have to lose the long hair for interviews, I wanted a style that would hide the extra forehead a bit. After a consult, the barber snipped off all of the length with scissors and gave me a choppy, short crop - slightly longer on top than on the back and sides - that looked cool with a bit of wax ruffled through it. He shaved my beard right down to a grade one with clippers, leaving behind a thick, bold moustache which he trimmed and styled; I now had the beardstache look I found so sexy, and I loved it. I could look professional or scruffy, and either way pretty sexy if I do say so myself. I was hoping it would be like Superman putting on Clark Kent's glasses, and the chances of being recognised outside of a gay venue were low (or even then - after all, its not like I was a celebrity). I also set to private, archived or deleted my "Dave X" social media accounts (depending on the platform).
I swapped out my earring with a discreet, plain silver stud and started attending job interviews, all suited and booted. When I wasn't job hunting or preparing for interviews, I was working out, or receiving the punters who responed to my online profiles; some were in-calls, some were out-calls, but it was all cash for my bod, and I was soon seeing six or seven clients as week. One or two days a week I helped out BBW as crew, padding barefoot around Unit 16 in my trusty paint-spattered cutoffs and a vest, learning to handle a camera and fix the lighting. It was my turn to get the post-filming blowjobs and give golden showers now.
At the start of April, I joined a prestigious Mayfair private client law firm serving high net-worth clients, as a Senior Associate with a very decent salary and partnership prospects. I took down my online rent boy profiles, and allowed my escort work to naturally dry up until I saw only two or three of my regulars once every month or so; eventually even they finally moved on to fresher meat, leaving me with just the one guy who saw me every few weeks until I gently let him go just before my 30th birthday in November. I cut back my casual BBW crew work to every other Saturday, then one Saturday a month, some of which I occasionally made excuses to skip. I saw my adult industry mates less often, as Bill now had kids and needed to spend more time at home, and Leroy was trying to get his life in order so he could get more time with his daughter. Life moved on, and I planned to ease my way out of the business entirely by the time I turned 30 that November. I did, however, download every last one of my Big Bad Wolf and Cerberus scenes to a harddrive and burnt them to DVDs for good measure; I still liked to knock one out to them on occasion, and my remaining client liked to fuck me with a Dave X BDSM scene playing on the telly.
This dude had finally paid aaaaallllllllll his debts.
And so ends the torrid tale of "Dude's gotta pay his debts", at least for the time being. I hope you all enjoyed it - email me at davexander30@gmail.com with your feedback!
Happy wanking all.
THE END.... FOR NOW....