AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 1
Sean
Mr. and Mr. Chesterfield welcomed me into their hotel suite in downtown Boston. The younger was giddy and smiling like sunshine, and the older had downturned, full lips I could envision wrapped around my cock.
But I was there to serve them. I loved being a willing hole or offering my dick in return for a client’s night of debauchery. Being the head of Elite Escorts MM was a dream come true, the money simply an added perk of the job.
Only once before had a married couple booked with Elite’s gay branch, and I’d jumped at another chance for a little triple M action. I’d yet to be in the middle of a beef sandwich and had high hopes for the night ahead.
There could never be enough tight holes and hard dicks to slake my hunger for sex. I’d been insatiable from the morning I’d woken to a mess in my underwear and realized what had happened due to a hazy dream where I’d kissed another boy.
From that day on? I’d taken care of my morning wood without embarrassment. Made out with every gay in the school, closeted or otherwise. I’d sucked cum from countless cocks, swallowing my first load at age fourteen. Took a hole or gave mine over whenever time and location allowed after my first flip fuck at sixteen when I figured out I was vers.
I’d been called it all because of my openly sexual lifestyle too. Flirt. Immature fuck boy. Slut. I didn’t give a shit how people saw me. I wasn’t ashamed of loving sex or the fact my lucrative job included getting laid a few times a week. Acting as the top or bottom, I looked forward to blowing customers’ minds in the bedroom and satisfying their every need.
The latest of which came as a seriously non-matching, major size-differenced pair.
The younger Mr. Chesterfield wore lace panties, and the sight of his small cock trapped in the feminine scrap of cloth made my mouth water. Bare of hair from the neck down, he proved to be a tempting treat I imagined sampling from throat to toes. He smelled like a delectable slice of strawberry pie I wanted to gorge myself on.
His stern husband?
A total bear with a dad bod I hoped to rub myself all over before night’s end. Maybe even cuddle once we finished with the good stuff.
But they’d made other plans prior to my arrival, which first had me stripping to my skin for the smaller’s viewing pleasure.
I’d always been a confident bastard—yet another name I’d been called and couldn’t deny. More lithe than bodybuilder, I carried the perfect amount of muscle. A six-pack rippled my core along with the V men loved to lick down toward heaven. I waxed my groin to better showcase my more than ample dick size. My blond stubble I kept permanent to leave behind beard burn when eating out an ass. Hair in an artful freshly fucked look, I was ready to face the clients EEMM allowed me to enjoy.
“My present is pretty, Daddy,” the younger stated with a sexy British accent that sent a shiver through me.
Fuck, did I love hearing praise. Made me preen like a goddamned peacock.
He circled around my back, not touching but close enough I felt the heat of his slight body. While some might consider me twink-ish due to my youthful appearance, the boy rounding my left ticked each and every box. Maybe five-foot-four. Baby face. Curly light brown hair, big innocent blue eyes that ate me up with a hunger I could appreciate. He was thin and pale like a spoiled little boy used to lounging on cushions all day long, and that goddamned lace with a darker wet spot…
I bit the inside of my lip and clenched my hands at my sides to keep from reaching for him. Sucking on his dick. Tasting his sweetness on my tongue. Swallowing down every pulsed shot of spunk I could coax from his smooth balls.
My dick already strained toward my belly button without the help of a little blue pill, and I was ready to go no matter how or where the couple wanted me.
The twink’s daddy made a low rumbled noise in his thick chest at his boy’s appraisal of the goods they’d purchased for the evening.
I turned my focus on the naked man looming a few feet in front of me, wanting his approval as well. Easily topping my five-ten height, he absently stroked his thick cock, studiously obsessed with his husband checking out his birthday gift.
A mat of hair expanded over the older guy’s pecs and belly, and a full, untamed patch covered his groin too. While that area could use some tidying up, I didn’t find fault with his girth or the heavy balls hanging low. He would stretch me good, and his sac would make a nice slapping sound against my body while he railed my ass.
Or maybe I would get to nuzzle and tongue those balls. Nose over his taint and breathe in his musky scent while his boy attempted to swallow my dick.
My mouth watered again while I waited to be told what to do, excitement fluttering in my stomach and lust twitching my cock.
Twink boy once more stood behind me. Soft hands grasped my cheeks, pulling them apart.
My back arched on instinct.
“Can I have his hole, Daddy?” the boy asked, breathless with enough lust to cause pre-cum to ooze from my shaft.
“You may, sweet cakes,” the man murmured his reply, adoration in his tone even though he continued to frown.
I got the feeling he wasn’t keen on sharing his boy but had hired an escort out of love for his sweet cakes. Oh, to be spoiled like that.
If only.
