Incest/Taboo A Family That Plays Together

ANNE

I was becoming more and more sexually frustrated, my fanny seemed to need attention more and more and a dildo, yes, I wasn't quite as innocent as I made out, wouldn't satisfy the itch. It didn't help that seeing Jake in his new swimming trunks that I'd brought him defiantly made me wet. I know that it was wrong to think about my son in a sexual way but if you'd seen those wet trunks clinging to his cock as he pulled himself out of the pool you would have had the same thoughts.

The trunks showed off his firm well-developed butt and you could practically see if he was circumcised or not -- he wasn't by the way -- as the material clung to the outline of his cock. He looked as big, if not bigger, than his father. It was OK to look; it wasn't like it was going to go any further was it?

I'd noticed that the situation had changed in the household. Aaron seemed to be much happier; we'd even started going out at the weekends together, if only for a walk, even holding hands or perhaps a meal in the evening. Jill was happier at work and much to her Fathers delight she was even going in late and working late at the office so that she was around to finish off the timesheets etc. if some of the roofing gangs were late back into the yard. Jake was still worrying me, but that's because he was a Mothers boy I suppose.

Apart from work and football or the gym he'd disappear off to his room. Occasionally Craig, one of his mates might stay over at the weekend but he didn't seem to have any other friends of interests. He was 19 and had never bought a girl home.

It was a usual day for me. Once the family had gone to work I cleared away breakfast, cleaned around the house and emptied the dirty linen baskets. A pile of dirty clothes from Aaron, the usual shirts, socks and pants and then up to the twins room, Jill's washing was all in a pile for me to take way but I noticed that she'd already washed her little knickers and the were hanging up in the bathroom to dry, I assumed that it was the "time of the month" and she might have had a little accident....I didn't realise that it was because her fanny had leaked all her juices and her fuck buddy's spunk all over them.

As always Aaron's room looked like a bomb had hit it, well he had had a friend staying that weekend and he had made an effort to clear up the beer cans and pizza boxes at least. I was sure that the sofa bed hadn't been slept in, as the sheets that I'd left to make it up hadn't been touched. Oh well, the boys after a few beers had just used Jakes bed, things like that were almost considered normal these days.

I pulled the king size duvet off to sort out the sheets, I couldn't help but notice the stains on the bottom sheet, they were defiantly cum stains. Bloody boys, if its not piss stains then they're having wet dreams!! I went through the linen box, work gear, gym gear, towels, stinking work socks and underpants....one pair of pants certainly wasn't Jakes as they were the wrong size, too big, so I assumed that they must be his friends Craig. I could resist it and held them up to look at them and smell them...yes, lad sweat, piss and certainly cum stains.

I found the final pair of underpants shoved right at the bottom; they were wet but not water wet but sticky wet. As I lifted them out of the box I could smell the strong acrid smell of cum. Some of the cum had already dried and left the tell tail white stains, the rest of the cum was still wet. I took a deep breath and held them to my face; they smelt of young lad and young lads fertile spunk. What had they been up to? I felt that familiar tingle between my legs, what was going on with me, getting excited about my sons cum stained pants. That was the point that I decided to sort out my sex life or lack of it before I went crazy and fucked my own son!!

Downstairs I picked up the phone and dialled a number that had been given to me by one of my closest "girl" friends. It was for a male masseur who was "wonderful with his hands". As luck would have it Christian was available in about an hours time due to a cancellation. Booked. A bottle of wine was opened and as I'm not a big drinker, certainly during the day I could soon feel the effects. I showered, luckily I'd had a wax a few days before, even if I wasn't having sex there was no need to neglect my fanny was there? I put on my best little sexy knickers and bra, sprayed myself with my best perfume and looked at myself in the full length mirror, not bad even if I do say so myself. Even after having the twins I'd kept my figure and at nearly 40 I still had it. Firm pert breasts that stood out even without a bra, a small waist and no signs of fat around my hips. Long firm legs, slim ankles and a firm well-shaped arse...so the home gym was working.

I slipped on a robe over my bra and pants, chose a pair of high-heeled pool shoes and went downstairs just as the doorbell rang. "Hi there I'm Christian your masseur," he said. He was dressed all in white, blonde hair, blue eyes and gleaming white teeth. You could see through his tight white T-shirt that he was defined, not over muscled but buff. He carried in his massage table and set it up in the foyer between the pool and the gym where it was warm. Oh this was going to be a pleasure for both of us. He had a pile of fluffy white towels with him and suggested that I use the pool changing rooms to strip off down to my pants and wrap the towel around me and come out and lay down on the table when I was ready. I made sure he got a good long look of my body as the robe "accidently" fell open as I walked past him. I emerged wrapped in a towel and laid face down on the massage table as he repositioned two smaller towels, one over my little panties and another draped over my back to cover my bust.

"How do you like it, hard, medium of soft?" he asked,

"Hard, rock hard and I want the full service" I replied...it was defiantly the wine talking.

He gave me an odd look and started my massage. He was good but despite all my attempts at moving the massage on, rubbing his leg as he stood next to me,

moving the towel down to show off my arse and when I turned over letting the towel fall off to show him my tits nothing seemed to work. In desperation I grabbed hold of his crotch feeling his balls.

It went vey quiet as he said "Mrs Moss, please don't do that as my boyfriend wouldn't like it."

Oh bugger, trust me to hit on a gay masseur.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't apologise enough" I almost screamed, "I'm mortified" I added as I leapt off of the massage table letting the towel fall away and exposing my breasts and little panties that were now wet.

He looked me up and down and said, "nice tits, you get changed and I'll put the kettle on and we'll sort this out."

He was a lovely "boy" and over tea I spilled out the whole story about my sex life, or lack of it, and about my family. He admitted that he did give massages "with extras" but only provided that extra service for men. Yes, my girlfriend had got the wrong end of the stick; he would give her a standard massage and then move onto her husband who got the extras included massage, who would have known!!

"I'd be more than happy to work on your husband or son whenever they need a bit of stress relief though, if you'll have me back" he said and smiled at me with a cheeky grin, he'd seen their pictures scrolling round on the electronic picture frame sitting on the corner of the work surface.

Since then he has been back to "help out" but that's another chapter. He looked at me and said "your garden needs sorting out doesn't it" and picked up his phone, it did need some work on it, it was tidy but needed a good revamp, the old chap that cut the grass for us kept muttering about he was too old for cutting grass and sweeping patios and had had enough. -- wasn't sure what this had to do with my fanny problem though!!

"Hey Noel, it's Christian, yea I'm good thanks. Look I wonder if you can help me out if you're not too busy or too tired of course," I could see him smile as he said it. "I'm with a client and she desperately needs her bush sorted out and I thought of you as just the man to do it, yea you might need two of you, it needs a lot of work" I still didn't realise what he was up to, I was being very naive about the whole conversation. "Great, you can take on the job, I'll send you all the details and you can arrange an appointment" and with that he put the phone down. "All sorted, you're going to love his services. I'll book you in for a massage next week, I think that you're going to need it, and you can tell me all about it" he said as he packed up his gear, kissed me on the cheek and got into his car and drove off.

Well that was a waste of time, I was still not getting my fanny bored out but was getting my bushes sorted out and had tried to hit on a gay masseur. Oh well, back to the housework, maybe I'd watch a bit more of the porn I found on Jakes USB stick and get my trusty dildo out this afternoon instead.

About 12 o'clock my phone rang, it was a number that I didn't recognize, "Mrs Moss, it's Noel from the gardening service, Christian asked me to call you. I wonder if we could call around in about 30 minutes as we're passing and have a look at want you want done and need, is that OK" the voice said.

Well that was quick I thought, "mmm of course I'll let security know so they can let you through" I replied. We lived on a private estate and recently a security firm has been employed to stop people driving in, there had been two burglaries in the past six months.

I stood up on the landing so I could see the van heading down the private road. A smart liveried open back van with a trailer on the back holding one of those big sit upon lawn mowers pulled into the drive and parked in front of the garages so as not to block the driveway, well at least it looked the part and wasn't some rundown old van so things looked professional and promising. The doors opened and two men got out, well a man and a younger looking boy.

The doorbell rang and I ran downstairs and opened the door. "Mrs Moss, I'm Noel and I've come to have a look at the job," he said, not that I was taking much notice of what he was saying as I was looking at him, sod the job!! He must have been about 35 years old, his dark hair was shaved to a no.1 buzz crop and he had designer stubble and piercing blue eyes. He was tanned, perks of an outdoors job I suppose and wearing a smart clean dark green polo shirt with the company logo on. He must have been about 6' tall with wide upper body that tapered down to a surprisingly small waist, maybe only about a 32" waist.

He was wearing a pair of blue work shorts, you know the type that fit so well and have dozens of pockets and bands to hook tools on. He was wearing a pair of clean tan ankle work boots. The young lad, it turned out he was the same age as Jake and looked so similar as well, lads that age all seemed to have the same designer haircuts, and he had the same height and had same defined build as Jake. He had the same work clothes on and a great tan. He didn't say anything and Noel didn't introduce him, the young lad just stood back, leaning against the van. I invited them in but Noel said that if I unlocked the side gate they'd meet me around the back and we could walk around and look at what I wanted done....oh I knew what I wanted done but I guessed that they weren't offering that.

It was a nice big garden, had been professionally designed and installed before we moved in, it was pretty low maintenance but Aaron and I weren't gardeners and apart from having the grass cut and planting a few flowering annuals nothing much was done to it, the water feature had broken down and some of the trees and bushes had got far too big, perhaps that's what Christian had meant about getting my bush trimmed?

Noel was jotting down a few notes on his I pad about what needed doing and what I wanted done. It was a really hot and humid day so I said lets go into the kitchen where it was cool and we could have a drink. Noel continued to work on his I pad as I got cold drinks from the fridge and handed them around, Noel and I sat down at the breakfast bar but the young lad just stood there, Noel just looked at him and the lad left taking his drink with him, odd I thought. "Its OK, the boy has just gone off to have another look at the job, he doesn't say much," said Noel...from then on he was always known as "the boy".

Noel said that it was probably easier to bill by the hour until the garden was sorted out and then if I was happy to sort out maintenance contract to cover grass cutting etc. On the back of his business card he jotted down the hourly rate. Even I knew when I saw what he was charging that he was expensive, he must have realised and said "you have to understand that were fully insured and fully trained, both of us and all our staff are medically tested fortnightly and can show you all the test results. We guarantee a full, no holds barred satisfaction service of course."

I didn't understand what the medical tests had to do with gardening but it sounded all very professional. I agreed with the rate to get the garden sorted out and said that if the work was satisfactory we'd see about carrying on with a maintenance contract, he looked at me and said that I'd be more than satisfied with him and the boy doing their upmost to satisfy me.

"Bit of a cheek" he said "but would you mind if I had a quick swim in your pool, it's the last job of the day and I'm sweating buckets"

I could hardly refuse, "of course, there's swimming trunks in the changing room and the boy can as well if he wants" I replied.

"Oh the boy will be fine, swimming is not one of his talents and I don't need trunks thanks," he jokingly said. I assumed that he was wearing trunks under his work shorts. He pulled off his shirt right in front of me, his chest was muscled and underneath a light covering of dark curly hair I could see a six pack, he kicked off his work boots and his trainer socks and then undid his belt and unzipped his work shorts flies and his shorts dropped to the floor...he certainly wasn't wearing trunks underneath, he wasn't even wearing any underwear.

I stood there and looked open mouthed, a big uncut cock hang down over a big pair of balls, it all looked much bigger as his cock and balls were completely shaved, there was a sharp cut off hairline just below where the waistband of his pants would have been. He lifted his cock up and rubbed it and pulled his balls down. he looked at me, turned and ran through the open sliding glass wall from the kitchen and launched himself into the pool with a huge splash. I could see on his firm white arse that showed a tan line off beautifully a small lion tattoo on each cheek.

He swam up and down, occasionally sinking to the bottom of the pool, the boy appeared in the kitchen and picked up Noels clothes, as if it was a normal thing to see you boss naked in a swimming pool!! Noel pulled himself out of the pool and walked back into the kitchen, shaking the water off as he walked, he took his work shirt from the boy and dried off his arse, balls and cock which had now started to swell and he pulled his foreskin back. "We'll see you at 9 tomorrow morning then Mrs Moss, hope that you'll be ready" and turned as he said this and walked out of the kitchen with the boy following him.

I suddenly realised why the hourly rate was so high and what the full service was all about, not only were they gardeners but they were also male escorts and I'd just hired them!!

I hardly slept that night, Aaron was away and Jill was staying with a work friend. There was only Jake and I at dinner; even he seemed to sense that I was tense. The next day I heard him get up and he headed down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I went downstairs in my small housecoat; Jake was standing there in his underpants stuffing his face with cereal. He always wore old underpants under his work trousers, didn't want to ruin his designer pants. They were a size too small for him and I could see the outline of his cock in the bulge at the front. "What are you doing up Mum, its only half past six?" he questioned.

"Oh I just wanted to see what time you would be in tonight, your Father's still away and Jill is staying with her friend again, just incase I need to cook dinner for you....and you can't go to work in those pants, look at them" I replied."

"These are my work ball bags Mum, nobody is going to see them are they?" -- such a nice turn of phrase he had!! "I won't be in till late, going from work to the gym with Craig and then we'll go for something to eat so I wont be back until about 9 o'clock" came the answer.

Good that meant I had the house to myself all day and Jake wouldn't appear like he did some days at 4 in the afternoon. "I'm glad that you've got a friend like Craig that you can go out with, he's a nice boy, tell him he can stay here whenever he wants" I told him.

"What do you mean by that Mum?" Jake asked and he gave me a funny look.

I just shrugged my shoulders and as I walked out of the kitchen shouted back at Jake "and put some decent underwear on."

I spent a long time in the shower getting myself ready for what I hoped was going to happen, luckily I'd had my fanny waxed the week before, even if I wasn't getting any sex from Aaron I liked to keep my self presentable. I put on my smallest and most expensive set of underwear, just a bra and panties, I decided I wouldn't wear anything more risqué the first time and it was another hot day anyway, a pair of fitted shorts, a pink tied at the waist shirt and a pair of pink mules....I was ready after I'd spritzed myself with my favourite perfume.

I heard the van arrive dead on 9 and from the landing window watched them more all their equipment through to the back of the house. They were dressed the same as yesterday in their work wear but I noticed the boys shorts were very baggy, as was the fashion, and without a belt he kept having to pull them up, I could see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I heard the machinery start up and after about 45 minutes I went out and said hello and asked if they'd like a drink.

I saw Noel look me up and down, "tea for me please Mrs Moss and the boy will have coke if you've got it please" said Noel.

"Oh drop the Mrs, please call me Anne" I told Noel. I headed back to the kitchen, had I mistaken the whole set up, were they just here to sort out the garden? I took the tea and the coke out to them and both said thank you, so the boy did talk and headed back to the kitchen. What should I do now, walk out there and drop my knickers in front of them to give them the hint!!?, but after yesterday when Noel exposed himself in front of me I must be right. I decided that I'd got it all wrong so would leave them to it, go upstairs and sort myself out with my dildo...sod them!!

"I've bought the cup back thanks Anne" I heard Noel say as I turned around to see him walking through the sliding glass kitchen doors, "so now we better look at your bush and see what we need to do with it don't we" he said as he walked towards me. He undid his work shorts belt and they fell to the floor, he carried on walking and just stepped out of them, his rock hard skinned back cock proudly sticking out in front of him. He lifted me up and placed my arse down on the breakfast bar. I could feel my heart pounding and that familiar throb in my fanny. Noel undid my shorts and pulled them down so that they were hanging off one leg, quickly followed by my little knickers that he could see were wet.

There was no kissing or conversation, he just bent down and thrust his face into my fanny, his lips, tongue and teeth locked onto my clit and. he licked and chewed it....I screamed and bucked gripping onto the edge of the work surface so I didn't fall off. I'm surprised the boy didn't come running in to see what all the noise was about. I came, again and again, never had I cum like that before, even when I'd been edging when using my dildo for a few hours.

He stood up, wiped his face off with the back of his hand, spat on his cock and in one long thrust embedded his cock in my wet dripping cunt. I heard myself go "Uugghh". He withdrew that cock of his and thrust in again, it was only his big balls stopping him going any deeper. In out, in out, I could hear my breathing change to a pant, I could feel myself starting to twitch and knew my face had gone bright red as I approached yet another orgasm. "Time to fill you up"

Noel grunted and I felt his whole body tense and his cock, if possible, go even harder. "Fuck" he shouted and pulse after pulse of spunk shot out of his cock into my cunt. I screamed "fuck" as well as the shots of cum pushed me over the top to my third or was it forth orgasm. He didn't wait, just pulled his spunk and fanny juice coated cock out of my cunt, picked up his work shorts and walked back out to the garden. I lay there, well at least I had been right about their full service, and felt his spunk dripping out of my cunt, I could hear the drip, drip as it landed on the kitchen floor.

I slid off of the work surface and my legs collapsed from under me. That's what I'd been wanted, a good fuck. I managed to stand up, wiped up the pool of spunk off of the floor, well I was a house proud housewife, and walked out to the showers in the gym / pool changing rooms. I showered, making sure that my fanny was clean and spunk free, thank God that I'd gone back on the pill a few months ago, it must have had a premonition about what was going to happen. I lay on the big double sun bed in just my bra and still wet knickers; I could hear the sound of the garden machinery.

It went silent and when I looked up I saw Noel walking towards me stripping off as he walked. Did his cock ever go soft?

I guessed that I was about to get pounded again but he walked to one side of the bed, leant down and kissed me, not with any force, just a soft romantic kiss, I responded and our tongues interlocked. My hand went to his cock and just stroked the hard hot organ, not wanked it just stroked it. And his hand went to my panty covered fanny and stroked that too, no biting my clit or fingering me, just stroking me. He stood up and stood astride me so that his cock and balls were right in front of my face, I knew what to do, opened my mouth wide and took his cock deep down my throat, I could taste his cum from the hard fuck he'd given me earlier, I could even taste my fanny juices on him. I caressed his big bull balls with my hand and even rubbed his arsehole, I could feel it was wet with sweat.

He let me suck his cock at my own pace, no hard face fucking, no thrusting just a slow cock sucking, me pushing him back so that I could work on the head of his cock and lick the juice out of his slit or me pulling him forward so I could take, well almost, the length of his shaft down my throat. I could hear him softly moaning. He eventually moved back and his hard cock popped out of my mouth.

It was my turn now to feel his mouth on my sex as he pulled my little pants off and just blew on my fanny that was already starting to get wet, almost as if it knew what was going to happen. This time there was no biting of my clit, this time he was gentle licking all around my lips, teasing my clit with kisses, even moving down so that I could feel his hot breath on my arse ring piece then back up and along my fanny and onto my clit that was now exposed, erect and throbbing. He teased my fanny open with his fingers and worked on the inner lips gently pushing his tongue into my fuckhole. I could feel an orgasm building but this time when it came it was long, gentle and wet and all the time he carried on fingering my fuckhole.

He looked at me, "you ready?" he said with a grin on his face. The only answer that he got from me was a moan so he took that as a yes and slowly pushed his skinned back cock into my wet fuckhole, gently he pushed, then withdrew and then pushed back in, my fanny opened as he pushed and gripped his cock as he withdrew as If my fanny didn't want his cock to leave. He increased the speed of his cock thrusts but gently, not hard like the first time he fucked me.

He looked at me and just nodded, his finger gently rubbing my clit in time to his thrusts. I was close and could see and feel that he was close as well, he felt me start to shudder and twitch and could see and hear that my breathing was changing and as I peaked and came he pulled his cock out, wanked his cock a few times and shot his load of spunk over my cunt and stomach. Mmm, I watched him wanking the last few drop of spunk out of his cock and I pushed my fingers into my cum covered cunt, pulled them out and licked them so that my lips were coated in his cum. He watched then leant over me and kissed me deeply savouring the taste of his cum and my fanny juices.

He stood up, "we're going to pack our gear up and should be back on Tuesday next week with a new pump for the water feature" he said as he walked away putting on his work shorts.

"Yes, great" I answered as I lay there fingering my fanny, cleaning up all the male and female juices, "whatever suits you" I laid there in my post orgasmic comedown...it was a very long time since I'd had an orgasm on the end of a mans cock!!

I eventually got up off the sun bed and wrapped a short little housecoat around me, went upstairs, found what I was looking for and came back down to the pool just as Noel and the boy were leaving. "See you on Tuesday" said Noel.

"Before you go, put these on, every time you bend over I can see right down your shorts" I said and handed the boy a pair of Jakes underpants, they were a pair of briefs, a style that Jake didn't seem to wear anymore. The boy looked at Noel, Noel nodded and the boy let go of the waistband of his shorts and they dropped to the ground.

I must have let out a gasp, his cock was as long and as he was cut his cockhead made it look like a snake, his cock was long and although not as thick as Jakes it was still a decent thickness, the boys cock just hung down over his balls and seemed to go as far as his knees -- it obviously didn't but - he took the pair of Jakes underwear from me, looked at them and just shrugged his shoulders and slipped them over his legs and pulled them up struggling to pack his cock away in them...that's wasn't going to happen as the end of his cock just stuck out of one of the leg holes making his cock look even longer.

"Thanks" the boy grunted, Noel looked at me and smiled and they got in their van and drove off.

On Monday Christian appeared for my massage. "so Mrs M, the garden looks like its coming on nicely" he said, I could hear the sarcasm in his voice "but how's your bush?."

"Put it this way Christian, Noels had a look at it and started to treat it but it needs a long more work on it, well that's what Noel says anyway" I replied

"I bet he did" said Christian as he slapped my exposed arse, "now turn over" and I did as I was told.

It was relaxing now that Christian and I knew where we stood with each other, Christian was happy to work on my breasts but drew the line at having my fanny exposed with the comment that "I don't want to see your battered bush thanks Mrs. Moss".

"Christian, Noel calls the young lad he works with 'the boy', does he have a name and does he ever say anything more than 'thanks'?" I asked.

"Oh long story Mrs M., His name is George and he never says much, conversation is not one of his strong points but he does have hidden talents if you know what I mean.

Noel was married and when Noels sister died Noel and his wife took on the responsibility of bringing up George. Noels wife left him a few years ago and Noels has brought up George ever since. George struggled at school so Noel took him out of school and trained him up, George is a nice lad, and I think he's about the same age as your son, about 19, polite and hard working. Noels taken him under his wing, keeps an eye on him and is a great Father figure to George. Apparently George is a great cook and so looks after Noels house and there's always a great meal on the table" responded Christian. As an aside Christian said " you know that they supply their services to men as well don't you and they have a girl that they work with who's supposed to be very good with her bush" he added.

Now that was useful to know.

My situation had improved dramatically but even I didn't realise how it would progress.

AARON

Work was hectic and I was spending more and more time away from home, which was a shame as the atmosphere at home had improved dramatically. I'd curbed my regular use of escorts for a while as after a day on the road a session in the hotel gym and a shower and I was ready to hit the sack, was I old before my time. After the last escort session I wanted to push my boundaries a bit more but doing that in a hotel bedroom wasn't going to be easy.

I was heading North to Newcastle upon Tyne for a few days mid week so decided I need some R&R while I was there, in my younger days I would have been out on the town but now as a 40 year old company owner I was more likely to be working in the evening. I rang the agency and explained that I was interested in pushing my boundary's a bit.

"Are you happy to leave it up to me to find an escort for you" she said.

I agreed, as her choices had always been spot on. The usual arrangements were made and she said that they would confirm on the afternoon of my booking.

About 4 o'clock my phone rang and it was the agency, strange as it was usually the booked girl that would ring to confirm, to say that the escort would be with me in my hotel at 7 o'clock that evening. I finished work early, did a bit of paperwork in my room, quick meal and a gym session and then shower, dressed, opened a beer and waited. Dead on 7 there was a knock on the door, I opened it, I was always eager to see if she would live up to my hopes and expectations. It was a man!! "Evening" he said in a strong Geordie accent.

"I think that you've got the wrong room mate" I replied.

"Don't think so, room 504, Aaron Moss," he questioned. I'd never bothered with a false name, the agency had my credit card details and name and just in case the escorts were stopped by the hotel reception it meant that the name that I gave, room number and hotel booking all matched up. What was I supposed to do?

"Defiantly a mistake mate" I said a bit louder.

But he replied, "mind if I come in" and walked past me into the hotel room.

"Nice room" he said. "My names Jason by the way" and like typical men we shook hands. Now I'd always appreciated a man that looks after himself, not in a gay way of course, but it shows a lot about a man if he looks after his body and takes a pride in his appearance and Jason certainly did. He was shortish, well shorter than me, and stocky, we used to say, "built like a brick shithouse" so he obviously spent a lot of time at the gym, bodybuilding more than just keeping fit. He had a smart haircut; his dark hair had a nice fade, designer stubble and no piercing in his ears. As was the fashion he was wearing a tight white short sleeve shirt that was worn to show off his designer tattoos on his arms and to show off his big biceps or as he called them "his guns". His smart trousers, also too tight so they showed off his arse and were bulging at the flies...well you couldn't help but notice. The trousers were too short of course and there was a gap between the end of his trousers and his designer loafers worn with no socks, he had the suntan to set it all off. I'd noticed that as he walked past me he was wearing discreet smelling cologne.

"Look mate, the agency have got it wrong, I'm not gay so take the tip in the envelope and leave" I said. To his credit it would have been an easy booking for him, 10 minutes work a big tip and the agency would have still billed my credit card.

"Well that makes two of us then Aaron because I'm not gay either" he replied. I've got nothing against gay men, I was beginning to wonder if Jake was gay as I'd never seen him with a girl and despite what the lads said at work there was no girl in the navy like he said, but the whole gay thing was just not for me.

Oh sod it. "Do you want a beer mate?" I asked him.

"Thought that you'd never offer" he replied. I opened a couple of beers and handed him one and sat down on the sofa, he carried on standing so I gestured at him to sit down.

"Bit difficult to do that mate in these trousers, they're designed for standing at a bar in, if I try and sit down I'll rip the arse out of them" he said.

"Well you cant just stand there can you" I said.

His solution was to kick off his shoes, undo his pants and struggle to get them off over his firm arse and big legs. "That's better" he said as he sat down on the sofa opposite me with his legs spread wide open showing off an impressive bulge just about contained in his smart designer underwear. What the fuck!!.. there I was sitting in front of a semi naked man, he'd taken his tight shirt off by then, trying to hold a polite conversation

He was at Newcastle Uni and paying his way by escorting and working security at nightclubs but that side of his work had stopped due to the Covid restrictions. I tried hard to look at his face and not let my eyes stray across his impressive chest and down to his cock bulge in his pants. "Look Aaron, I can see that you've been looking at my body so why don't you come and find out some more about it" he said as he stood up and moved across to stand opposite me, he leant down, put his arms under my armpits and lifted me up off the sofa so I was standing opposite him and held in a firm grip by him and then he kissed me, hard and open mouthed....and I didn't resist, in fact, I responded and worked my tongue into his mouth. I ran my hands down his body, squeezing his nipples and then cupping his bulge in my hands...I was holding another mans cock!!

He pushed me back off him, what had I done wrong? I thought but it was only so he could pull my polo shirt off over my head and then pushed my gym shorts that I was wearing down over my arse. He could see that I was hard, well you couldn't miss it, and he grabbed my hard cock, pulled me back towards him and we carried on snogging. I should have been disgusted in my actions, I should have told him to stop but I wasn't and I didn't. I don't know what I thought would happen next but he turned me around, no....he wasn't going to fuck me was he?..pulled my hands behind my back and I felt a pair of handcuffs go around my wrist and click shut, he pushed my over so that me knees were on the sofa and my body was against the back of the sofa and my shoulders and head were hanging over the back.

"Oh fuck" I thought, he's going to rob me, he knew that there was a good chance it wouldn't get as far as the police as I would be unlikely to report it so as to avoid and embarrassment.

On the bright side there was no cash in my wallet, no expensive jewellery and I wore a £9.99 watch as most of the time I managed to smash them. He walked around the back of the sofa so that he was facing me, bent down and kissed me, stood up and peeled his underwear off over his arse and bulge and kicked them, like men do, across the room. He had a nice looking uncut cock and balls, not as big as mine but probably a bit thicker. He was manscaped, well you wouldn't expect anything less, and his pubic hair was trimmed so there was a line about an inch wide running down from his waist line to the top of the shaft of his cock. I noticed that he was wearing some kind of cockring or cockstrap that held his balls tight, made them stand out and showed off the veins on his cock. "Suck it" he ordered me.

"Fuck off" I replied.

"I said suck it, open your mouth" he ordered again.

"And I told you to fuck off" I shouted back at him.

"OK then mate" he said. Was that it, was it over?, I wanted him to stop but I didn't want him to stop. I heard a rustle from behind me as he got something out of his bag and then a swish and a thwack and I screamed as a leather paddle hit my arse with force....it nearly launched me over the back of the sofa, my arse cheeks stung, at least when I got the cane at school I had my trousers on, now I only had a pair of thin underpants on, then another and another scream from me followed by a third belt from the paddle across my stinging arse, I could feel it going red and hot.

"Do as your fucking told mate or you'll get another three from the paddle" he said and I knew that he meant it. He moved back round to the front of me holding the leather paddle to show me what he'd spanked me with, he held that in one hand and held his cock with the other hand and moved towards me, "open your mouth" he demanded and I did as I was told. He didn't force his cock into my mouth but let me take it at my own pace but made encouraging sounds and comments as I worked on his cockhead, washing it with my tongue, licking the sensitive bit where the foreskin joins the shaft, the frenulum or banjo string as I call it. I started to go deeper down the shaft of his cock trying to open my throat wide so I didn't gag.

Remember I was a beginner at cock sucking so tried to do what I liked having done to me. He started to fuck my throat and I put up zero resistance, I felt his cock start to throb, please don't spunk down my throat I thought, I'm straight and not ready for that. As if he had heard my thoughts he stopped, pulled out his spit covered cock from my mouth and went around the back of me, oh no, not more spanking. please. I felt my pants pulled down as far as he could get them until I lifted one leg to help him and he pulled them off. He grabbed hold of my balls and pulled them sharply down, I yelped. "Be quiet" he told me and with that he buried his face in my arse, using his face to open up my arse cheeks, I spread my legs open to allow him easier acres' and he used my balls to pull me back onto his face. I took a sharp intake of breath as his tongue found my puckered arsehole and let out a long sigh as he started to work on my pucker with his tongue.

It was an unbelievable sensation, I didn't realise that my hole was so sensitive, what had I been missing out on all this time? I started to moan as he used his tongue to open up my pucker and drill into it with the tip of his tongue, the more he used his tongue on it the more relaxed my hole became, it felt like it was gaping open, like you see a women's arsehole after she's been fucked up it on the porn films, of course mine wasn't but Jason was using his whole mouth on it, sucking on it like it was a women's fanny, I felt my balls start to throb and could feel my spunk rising I wanted to come and was about to come. Jason must have sensed it as well and he let go of my balls that he was using to hold me in place and slapped them hard..."fuck" I shouted, I heard Jason laugh and any thought of me cumming soon disappeared as my cock rapidly went soft. First it was my arse and now it was my balls getting punished, I was the alpha male paying for his services but I seemed to be the sub male and was still paying for his services.

He moved around to the back of the sofa where my head was still hanging over the back of it, I looked up as he used my underpants to wipe of the saliva and my arse juices from his face. He turned around, bent over and held his arse cheeks apart as he started to move back towards my face while saying "eat my arse Aaron".

"Fuck off' I replied, no way was I having anything to do with a mans arse, that was going too far.

"Eat my arse," he repeated.

I repeated, "fuck off"

For a bodybuilder he could move surprisingly fast, he leapt over the sofa, picked up the paddle and gave my upturned arse another three hard belts; they were so hard I could feel tears starting to well up from the pain. "Fuck you Jason, stop doing that," I shouted.

He stood in front of me, bent down so we were face to face and said "well if you do as you're told I will and won't have to treat you as a little boy and punish you will I" Jason said. He then kissed me hard forcing his tongue into my mouth.

He assumed the position, arse in front of me and said "eat my arse or I'll lay into your butt again with the paddle"...what choice did I have? I could smell him as he pushed his arse onto my face, it was a masculine sweaty smell, musty but with a hint of shower gel, well at least I knew that he was clean. I took a deep breath and just went for it, as the saying goes "I filled my boots" licking, sniffing, probing, eating his arse pucker, spiting so it was wet and saliva was running down his balls. I loved the taste, the texture, the smell and the thought of working on his mancunt...I was an arselicking subboy!!

He pulled off, he was rock hard and my cock seemed to have recovered after he'd smacked my balls and was hard again. He undid the handcuffs and let me stretch and led me to the bedroom. He dropped down on his knees in front of me and took the full length of my cock down his throat in one go. His throat muscles were working on my cock, pulsing and rippling along the shaft, he was breathing heavily through his nose and I withdrew to give him some breathing space, the head of my cock was in his mouth and his tongue was working on the glans, he started sucking on it hard and would the let it pop out of his mouth, kiss the end and then force it back into his hot wet mouth...no way was I going to be able to withstand this treatment for long with out nutting.

Jason let my cock slid out of his mouth, got onto the bed on all fours, handed me the leather paddle and presenting his arse to me said "punish me Sir"...so the tables had turned and I was now the alpha male again....and I was going to show him how alpha I could be. The first belt of the paddle was hard, he didn't flinch but there was a sharp intake of breath. "thank you Sir, may I have another" were the words that came out of his mouth. Another hard belt and I'm sure I heard a moan, he counted "two, thank you Sir, may I have another", I was rock hard and enjoying beating the fuckers arse, I was getting my own back. We got as far as ten belts with the paddle before he fell forward on the bed, his arse cheeks glowing bright red.

Now what, I thought, is he going to take it out on my arse with the paddle again? He moved back up on all fours, handed me a bottle of lube and said "lube my fuckhole up please Sir and fuck me hard"....I'd only just started doing anal with women and now I was going to fuck a mans arse or was I? My mind was saying that this was a step too far and yet looking down at my rock hard cock with the foreskin rolled right back my cock obviously had other ideas, looking on the bright side at least it wasn't going to be my virgin arsehole that was going to get buggered. I squirted a blob of lube on Jason's arsehole and massaged it in to his hole, first one finger slipped in followed by a second and then a third, Jason moaned as I spread by fingers open and his hole opened up. I pulled them out and Jason said, " I want your cock in there"

I lubed my cock, pulled him towards the edge of the bed and entered his mancunt in one thrust, "yessssss" he exclaimed. It was just a hole to me, a means to empty my balls and I thrust hard and deep, I'd pull out till just the tip of my cock was in his fuckhole and thrust my full length back in one stroke, the only sounds that I could hear from Jason was "yessss, more, harder, fuck me Sir" I slowed down my strokes and just gently fucked Jason's hole, "oh God, thank you Sir that's just what I want", well Jason was going to be disappointed then wasn't he? I picked up the pace till I was pounding his arse like a man possessed, full-length hard pumping strokes. Jason had been wanking his cock as I fucked him and I knew that both of us were close to spurting our loads. I pulled out, Jason flipped over and I jumped on the bed over him so that my face was over his cock and my cock was over his face.

We had each other's our dicks in our hands and both started wanking over each other. I stared to fire off, six long hard pulses of prime male spunk covered his face; he managed to take two loads straight in his mouth. I was going to roll off of him, taking a mans cum in my face was defiantly not my thing but I was too slow. I wish I'd followed peoples advice over the years when they'd told me to "keep my mouth shut" and it's as if it went into slow motion, I saw Jason nut sack tighten up, his hole that I'd just fucked clenched shut and then gaped open again and his cock erupted, there was pulses of cum but just one long jet of baby batter.

I opened my mouth to shout no but realised that was a mistake and I coped a mouthful of hot spunk. When he's finished ejaculating what seemed like a gallon of sperm he rolled off of me, looked at me straight in the eyes, opened his mouth wide and showed my his mouth full of my cum, he swallowed my load and then opened his mouth again to show me that it was empty. He looked at me, willing me to do the same thing.....no, I couldn't, Id only just tasted my own cum with the last female escort a week or so ago. He continued looking at me, I opened my mouth so he could see his load in there, swallowed hard and then showed him my mouth was empty. His jizz tasted salty, rich and creamy. I wasn't sure if I liked cum as much as a women's fanny juice but maybe with a bit more practice I could get used to it.

It had gone very quiet, like probably all men once I've shot my load my libido hits zero very quickly. "Shower" I demanded. We both soaped each other off; Jason had that kind of muscular body that when wet needed to be touched. I made sure that I checked out his well fucked arsehole and I could still get a soapy finger in there without too much resistance and after the hard fucking I gave it was still relaxed and open.

Over another beer, sitting there in our underpants, Jason asked "so was that what you wanted?"

I replied "well it wasn't what I expected, not sure if it was what I wanted but it was what I needed and it wont be a one off"

Jason smiled and started to get dressed. "Oh and another thing, you might want to avoid showing off your arse in the gym showers for a few days, it will be bright red with a few bruises for a while" Jason grinned. I said that I would take his advice. I handed him the envelope with his tip in it and leant across to kiss him..."fuck off " he said, "I'm not gay," We both laughed and he left.

Whenever I'm in Newcastle I'd book Jason for a session, sometimes its just Jason and I and sometimes I book a female escort, as recommended by the agency and Jason, and we have a no holds barred 3sum where no holes are out of bounds...except my arsehole of course.

My situation had improved dramatically but even I didn't realise how it would progress.

JAKE

My sex life was still zero so my life still consisted or work, gym and wank...a lot of wanking, I'm surprised that I did have sores on my cock!! I hadn't had a repeat performance with Craig, just because he hadn't stayed overnight since the last time and I'm not sure if we both wanted to go down that route again. We were still mates but just didn't mention what had happened. I gave him a lift home from work one day and told him he'd have to make his own way to work the next day, he looked at me and asked if he'd done something wrong...I knew what he was referring to of course.

I told him not too be so stupid but I had a day off as I had a dentist appointment the next day...he smiled and said "oh that's OK then".

As he got out of the car he reached into his bag and pulled out a small plastic bag and gave it to me..."Its only those pants you lent me and can I have mine back, they're my lucky pulling pants and they worked as I pulled your cock that night didn't I mate?" he laughed, "unless" he said "you want to keep them to sniff and wank over" and he flashed that quizzical smile again.

"Fuck off" I said jokingly, "see you Wednesday at the usual time"

It was easier to have the day off if I had to go to the dentist, otherwise it meant catching up with where my roofing gang were working half way through the job or coming back to the yard after the dentist and hanging around doing stupid jobs till knocking off time. The weather was supposed to be nice so after the dentist and a bit of shopping I could lay in the sun for the rest of the day. I got home and had dinner with the family. Mum and Dad seemed to be getting on really well, Dad was even touching her arse every time she walked past, she'd giggle and say "oh stop it Aaron" -- I told them to get a room!!
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