A DEFERENCE TO DAMIEN by Stephen Rydalyl
This is the first part of a saga concerning the adventures of an achingly beautiful spunky young British lad, as his rent-boy life leads him round the world and into the lives and loves of a whole alphabet of celebrities. After the prologue, in which Damien's character, looks, and circumstances are set out, our boy's first celebrity shag is with Shane Amman (of "Home and Away"), followed by David Beckham (of Manchester United Soccer Club), followed by D, followed by C etc etc. Get the alphabetical idea?
Disclaimer
The descriptions of ALL the characters in this story are entirely fictitious, except the portrayal of Damien, and imply nothing about the sexual lives of those portrayed.
Feedback
If you like what you've read, and want to comment, write to me at Rydalyl@hotmail.com. If you have suggestions for any particular letters of the alphabet (especially Q, Z etc, which are hard to designate for) , or wish to see Damien involved with particular celebrities, drop me a line. You can also write straight to Damien himself (he lives in London r/t): and tell him what a horny little fuckboy he is. He answers all mail when he can: damienkeogh@hotmail.com. .
A DEFERENCE TO DAMIEN
PROLOGUE
ONE
Scott looked into Jamie's eyes. The passion that was burning there looked like it could out-do the sun. Jamie had removed his shirt and was hurriedly removing the fastenings on Scott's. Scott's chest and abdomen were soon revealed. The soft, lightly tanned skin that covered the muscles of his torso was treasure to Jamie's eyes. He bent over to lick at Scott's nipples, an arc of pleasure raced through him. Scott groaned under it's influence. Scott felt his trousers being undone and pulled down by Jamie's strong hands as Jamie's tongue reached and paused at his belly button in one of the valleys created by his abs. With his trousers undone, only the thin cotton of his undershorts stood between his hard cock and Jamie's yearning tongue. Jamie took the shorts by the waistband and yanked them down, exposing the hard member. His tongue found it instantly and brought it to his lips. They kissed the slightly salty head, covered with a
light film of precum. Jamie flashed his tongue down the shaft, wetting it before bringing the entire penis into his open mouth. He deep throated it for a moment before bringing his lips to the head again, letting the cock see daylight one more time before it was swallowed for the long haul. However, they both realised the long haul would not be as long as usual now the oral had begun. Jamie took the hard cock in his mouth once more, letting the head touch the back of his mouth before sliding it down as far as was anatomically possible. He began sucking as soon as the cock could advance no further. Scott closed his eyes and leant his head back. His mind filled with beautiful pornographic images and finally decided to concentrate fully on the image of his best friend sucking his cock with all his might. Jamie's hands ran up and down Scott's chest, the friction they brought heating Scott up, adding to the heat glowing inside of him created by the actual cocksucking his friend was giving him at the time. He knew he was close, they both were. Scott knew that Jamie was getting at least equivalent pleasure out having eight inches of firm adolescent meat in his mouth and throat. He loved sucking cock as much as Scott loved having his sucked. Scott tensed and untensed the muscles of his inner thighs, this concentrated the orgasm that was rising between those thighs. He tensed for the last time. His orgasm flowing through him like a tsunami. He let go, Jamie taking the full load down his throat. Scott looked into his lover's eyes as they rose to meet his. The hard cock fell from his mouth having delivered the massive load that Jamie was still swallowing. Jamie rose to his feet, his trousers were undone in moments. Scott lay back on the desk he had been leaning against, his legs came up as Jamie's massive erection showed above the rim of the desk. He knew what was coming, they both did. After the loving oral came the long and hard fuck. Scott always enjoyed this part more. Jamie maneuvered himself into a position that gave his cockhead access to Scott's delicious arse. He leaned forward to put his member at the opening and began to push.... "Damien!". Damien could swear that both Scott and Jamie looked up with indignation as if a teacher had just burst in on them. He grabbed the book mark and shoved it in between the pages he was reading and set the book down before sitting on the side of his bed. He too had been close, his gentle rocking action had produced both a very impressive erection and a huge load for it to deliver onto the soft sheets he was lying on. The owner of the voice came into view, standing in the doorway. It was Dave, a third class whore who had been hanging around Damien since his arrival on the game. Damien tolerated him, making the bastard beg for Damien's cock, then making it seem as if he was so close and then denying him the pleasure. As usual, Dave was panting. Damien got up and stood leaning on the door jamb, looking at him as he calmed down. "What's up?" "The boss wants you". "I know that, what's up". "Ha, very funny. He's got an offer of a life time". "Has he offered to blow his brains out?" "No, he's still waiting for you to do that". "Not with a gun though, what's this offer?" "Trip to Australia". "With a young client, willing to be fucked blind for a month on Bondi Beach?" "Youth isn't exactly involved". "Well, it is a trip to Australia". "That's still not much consolation" "Oh, you don't think so?" "You haven't seen the client". "Sweaty warthog?" "With a prick like a turtle?" "That would be an overstatement, mosquito is more accurate". "I'd better get into a beach-boy orgy for this". "Don't count on it". "Stop depressing me, that'll happen when I see him. Go fuck off". "You know the only place I want to fuck off is here". "You'll be lucky". "Yeah, I know. You'd better go". Damien walked off in the direction of what had become his pimp's office. As he walked down the corridor, he kept looking through the doors to the left and right of him. The one's that were open indicated that their occupants did not have customers, from the one's that were closed, the sound of many a whipcrack and even more faked orgasms were issuing forth. Damien had been doing this for a couple of years now, since his sixteenth birthday when he had been paid by an elder boy at his school to bend over and get fucked. It was good, like the 4th of July going off in his head. What happened in his balls had been more like the Hiroshima Bomb, mainly because his arse had experienced the equivalent of the D-Day invasions, only it was him, not the Germans, that were fucked by it. He approached the end of the corridor, he turned to go down the stairs. One of the younger boys was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, he had not ye been given a room so he waited there for someone to take pity on him and let him sleep with them. But, once in bed, sleep was not what he got. He was wasted. Damien stepped over him nimbly and continued down the stairs. At the bottom, he turned to face the door of his pimp's office. The smell of cheap cigars flowed from under the old warped door. Damien paused and steadied himself before knocking. His pimp was an odious man, he had a leather fetish and enjoyed watching his boys get beaten with leather belts, whilst dressed in leather and licking the leather boots of some queen, also dressed in leather. They hated him, but without him, they would be vulnerable to the law, the people that fucked Rent Boys a different way to everyone else. He knocked and walked in. He walked into a cloud of smoke. He waved most of it away from his nose but then the smell hit him. His response was to demand an explanation for the interruption of his free time. "Hi, Damien, this is Mr. Forster". "Does he have a first name?" The man in the chair across the desk - topped with leather - stood up to take Damien's hands in a meaty shake. "Daniel, Daniel Forster". "Damien, Damien Keogh". "Yes, I know, Oliver was telling me about you. He says that you are perfect for what I have in mind". "And what do you have in mind". "I want you to come with me, on a trip to Australia, on business. I do like to mix pleasure with business so I thought I'd bring along a little something English to... umm.." "Shag on the way". "Damien, show the man what you can do". Although his exterior demeanor did not change, he steadied himself. Phrases like "it's a dirty job but...." raced through his mind on an ever turning carousel. He put his arms around Forster's neck and looked into his eyes before bringing their lips together. Forster's tongue shot into Damien's mouth and Damien was almost sick. This man was more disgusting than Oliver. Still, a trip to Australia was a way out, even though he would have the same sort of clients as always. Odious fat men with small cocks, as opposed to stunning hunks with massive cocks who like to fuck English guys. Damien swirled his tongue around Forster's for a while before the man withdrew his. Then, his hands were at work. Damien put his arms up to aid Forster's stripping of him. With his torso on show, Forster was hooked. Damien was an achingly sexy young stud- boy. He didn't stand in the mirror every morning and repeat it to himself, he didn't need to. The salivation of his clients was enough. He just wished his clients would not then bring that salivation to his chest and let it dribble down. Damien rolled his eyes as Forster's rough tongue went to work on his nipples. Damien undid his jeans so they were open when Forster got there. Only, he didn't get there. He returned to eye level and kissed Damien again before turning to Oliver. "I'll pick him up on Monday". "Right, shall I gift wrap him for you", Oliver said, laughing. Forster smiled and left. Damien turned to his pimp, his hip hugging jeans slipping. "Tell me I'm a genius". "You're a genius". "Tell me I'm too good to you". Damien walked up to Oliver, sat down on his lap, his legs astride him. "You're too good to me". "Dress up for me?" "Fuck you, Oli". Damien got off and zipped up before leaving. The door closed behind him, Damien leant on it. He shook his head before going back to his room.
TWO
Damien went back up the stairs, Mikey was more awake this time and waved at Damien as he went past. Damsie just nodded to him and carried on. As he neared his room, he expected to see Dave, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. He reached his door to find it only just ajar. He pushed it open to find Dave on his bed, reading his book, wanking. He was lying on his stomach, facing away from the door, wearing just his underwear. An obvious ploy, Damien thought, but an appetizing one. Still fully clothed, Damien knelt between the boy's legs, raised as they were perpendicular to the bed, and laid himself over the boy's back. "Like my book?" "Great stuff, where did you get it?" "I bought it in Soho. You should go there". "I don't like reading porn much, I'd rather be in it". "As who?" "Scott". "Really?", Damien got back up to his knees and rolled the boy over. He leant over the boy's naked chest and pushed his longish blond hair away from his eyes. Damien's mouth hovered over Dave's. Dave's tongue tried to snake it's way into Damien's mouth but he kept his lips out of range until he was ready to kiss the boy. He finally lowered his lips to Dave's and kissed him. He resisted Dave's attempts to get his tongue between his lips but eventually allowed the invasion. The soft wet tongue swirled around his mouth with his own. It was the sweetest kiss he had ever received. Moments later, he maneuvered himself so he could remove his T - shirt. He put his arms around Dave and kissed him passionately, drinking the boy's sweet saliva from his mouth as if his life depended on it. Damien got off the bed and stood up. He undid and pulled down his trousers and then his Calvin Kleins, the brand of shorts he liked to wear. With Damien now naked, Dave followed suit by removing his pants and throwing them away. Damien got himself into position, his erection lengthening at the prospect that lay on the bed before him. Dave reached over to Damien's condom box, selected one of it's contents and sat up in front of Damien. He took the massive cock in his hands and put the condom on the end. His nimble fingers manipulated the rubber sleeve and expertly rolled it down the cock. It was just big enough for the cock it was preparing for the job that was coming. "No lube?" "Fuck me hard Damien, Fuck me as hard as you can". "It's your arse". Damien grabbed Dave's ankles and drew the boy's legs up to rest on his shoulders. As the smooth limbs went past, Damien ran his tongue down one of them , then the other. His left hand positioned the head of his cock towards the puckering hole that offered the promise of so much pleasure. Damien rested his cockhead there before pushing it in. The movement was violent and made the young stud wince. Damien leant forward and kissed him before pulling his hips up to him. He leant into the boy and then pulled him vertical, chest to chest. He shifted the position of his hands on Dave's hips and began to pick him up and then put him down, sliding his cock in and out of the boy as the boy moved. The boy began to pant. After a few moments, Dave seemed to lose control of his neck muscles, his head rolling from side to side, his hair looking as if it were blowing in a strong breeze. Damien stopped moving him then and laid him down on the bed. Stopping momentarily, he began to hump his hips, fucking the boy in the more traditional style. Damien licked at the boy's sublime neck, with it's continually bobbing Adam's Apple. Damien locked onto it, his upper body motionless as he sucked the moving lump. His lower body moving backwards and forwards as he fucked. The boy was in ecstasy as Damien's pumping of him became more urgent, faster. In a moment, the hard fuck came to and end as Damien fucked bullets of cum. into the tip of the condom, filling it to breaking point with his orgasmic love of the boy. Still heavily out of breath, Dave looked into Damien's eyes. "Thanks for being Jamie". Damien smiled and kissed him on the lips. "That wasn't Jamie, that was Chris". Damien got up and stretched before freeing his cock of the condom and dropping it in the small bin in the corner of the room. "Who the fuck is Chris?" "He's a teacher at Scott and Jamie's school, he bursts in just as Jamie is about to fuck Scott". "You've read it before?" "A couple of times, it's a good enough book". "What happens then?" "Well, after Scott has been fucked by Chris in front of Jamie, he fucks Jamie in front of Chris, who's wanking all the time. Big finale". "End of story? If I'm Scott and you're Chris, who's Jamie?" "The next person you fuck, I don't know, go find someone. I have to get ready for my trip". "Of course, how could I forget. See you Damien". With that Dave was gone, closing the door behind him. Damien set about organizing his things for packing, even though Monday was two days away. Help
THREE
Monday came sooner than Damien realised. Soon he was off to the airport. He expected to be taken to Heathrow or Gatwick , or at least one of the big airports that London is famous for. Instead, he ended up at London City, at Luton. Unimpressed, though surprised at how quickly they had gained access to the place considering how it is virtually impossible to get to it by car, Damien went through all of the immigration details, customs, passport checks etc. When that was done and over with. Damien found himself conveyed to a small taxi way and there he came face to face with an absolute beauty. It was long and white, it looked sexy, firm and strong. But the shocking gorgeousness of the plane melted away when Damien saw what was opening the car door for him. He was white, tall, sexy, firm and strong. His name was Michael, and he was the steward who would be serving them during the flight on this handsome beast of a jet. "Like her?" "She's a beaut alright". "Talking like an Aussie already, have you been practising?" "No, just the words that came into my head". "Words aren't the only thing that's going to be coming into your head". "Or my arse, I'll bet". "I'm sure we'll get around to that". "Like to take things slow?" "Not all the time, I'm just afraid that you'll give me a heart attack first time out". "Maybe we should take it slow then". "Well, that's why I've got Michael here with us. He and the other Steward, Nick, have been employed just like you to serve and service me on my trip". "What's the deal with local lads once we're there?" "Details like that can wait for detailed answers, but let's just say, you bed them in front of me, and you can bed as many as you like". "Right". "Right, up you go". "This thing is huge, must've cost you a fortune". "Well, when you have a fortune like mine, mostly inherited, like mine, then you can afford the good things in life. Cars, Planes, sexy lads, even expensive ones". "Are you saying I'm cheap, I ain't cheap. I make guys beg to pay me tonnes for this here body". "When you are paid £1000 per night spent in an expensive hotel for your body, then I'll call you expensive". "How much did Oli sell me for?" "£1200, presumably you won't see much of that". "He told me that it was 50 quid a night, £800 for the fortnight we're away and 20% of it was his, leaving me £640. Bastard". "Well, I'll take you shopping and pay for all of your sexy underwear, swimwear and shorts that you'll be wearing". "Thanks, when I sleep, whether it's alone or with a client, I only wear my white cotton sports socks". "Any particular reason?" "It's so that when I wake up with a huge thick erection, I can slip one of them off pull it over my cock and give myself a good beating to start the day". "I wonder, could you do that now?" "I'm sure I could manage it, but I'd have to be turned on first". "I think I can arrange that". "Michael, be a good boy and get Nick for me". Michael nodded and went aft through two sets of doors to get this Nick. Damien settled in one of six large leather chairs that dominated the passenger cabin of the jet. He swiveled it around after finding the perfect masturbatory position. He dug in his bag for a pair of clean white socks. "Use the ones you're wearing". Damien smiled, and removed his shoes. He decided to go all the way and stripped right down to the Calvins he was wearing. He pulled his right sock off and wrapped it around his hand. He wound it and unwound it for a while, playing with it. It was slightly pungent but still had it's soft whiteness, the element of the sock that most drew him to put it around his hard-on. Despite his horny temperament, the cock that had employed him for the duration of this trip was flaccid. He gave it a little squeeze and it perked up a little. He turned as a soft male voice enquired what was needed. "Nick, I would like you to meet Damien. He'll be taking care of the three of us during this holiday". Damien swiveled his chair around and saw Nick. "Fuck me!". The boy smiled a sort of mischievous half-smile, amused at the stud's reaction: "No, fuck me". Nick took in Damien, a clean and clear, smooth face surrounding two lovely eyes, and that lovely blond hair, not long, not short. Below his eyes smooth fair skin flowing over a lovely jaw line into a delicious neck complete with prominent Adam's Apple. Below that hard chiseled torso, pecs with hard nipples, sculpted and tight abs disappearing beneath the black waistband of otherwise pure white Calvin Klein boxer shorts. Beneath them, long footballer's legs. Sculpted in every detail and covered with fine blond hairs. Nick wanted them, those legs, always a strange fetish and fantasy. He always loved to watch slow motion footage of David Beckham's legs. Damien took in Nick. He was still fully clothed. He had brown hair and brown eyes. A slightly tanned face. He looked like the boy who was always cheeky, who always got in trouble at school. A likeable lad, in every single way. He stood there resplendent in a white shirt, buttoned up all the way and white trousers. His crotch, like Damien's appeared to have a monster tethered down there. His was most definitely straining at it's chains. It was fully hard and ran slightly down and to the right, pointing rather painfully at the boy's right hip. "Strip for Damien, slowly". Damien spread his legs in anticipation of this. The fabric at the front of his undershorts now showing a fully erect penis, pointing upwards at Damien's navel. Nick's hands ran up the cotton shirt front, slowly coursing over the flow of his abdominal and chest muscles, tantalizing and already tantalized Damien. Forget wanking, he really wanted to fuck this boy. The first shirt button came undone and the bottom half of the boy's neck was showing. The next couple of buttons were undone slowly and methodically. As more and more were undone, the tanned body of this amazing youth was uncovered. As he reach his midriff, pectoral cleavage was in plain view. Damien was very lucky not to have exploded then. Within moments, though in what seemed to be an age, the shirt came off. As the boy's muscles returned to their normal shape after removing the seemingly silken garment, a slight figure showed itself in full glory. He was smooth, with a sixpack just coming through. Damien rubbed his stiffy, massaging it. He would have to release it soon. Nick undid his flies and pushed the white fabric over the muscled mounds that were his buttocks. The trousers dropped quickly to his ankles and he stood there, only in his underwear, Damien noticed that he was not wearing anything on his feet. "Want him naked?" "No, he's fine. Come here Nick". The boy came over to Damien and stopped close to him, his knees just higher than Damien's Calvin's waistband. Damien got up and stood chest to chest with Nick. He dropped the sock, turned the boy around and bent him over. He grabbed the back of the boy's waistband and tore the shorts to reveal his arse crack. Damien unleashed his hard on and pointed it at the boy's arsehole. Damien closed his eyes and pushed forward. He slipped his cock between the boy's soft buttocks and was about to push in when his cock was grabbed by Forster. "Wank, I said, cum in your sock. Don't fuck him, you can do that later. Get naked and sit down both of you. Damien, give him your other sock, I want you both to jerk off". The two sat down, facing each other. Damien took his left sock off and threw it to Nick. Nick put it over his cock as Damien positioned it's companion over his. Nick began slowly, something he could just about do. Damien was soon into a rhythm. Nick locked eyes with his and pumped his cock faster and faster until he could no longer hold Damien's gaze as he pumped semen into the toes of the sock. As Nick let go, Damien let go what he had amassed since his first wank this morning. Smiling, Damien got shakily to his feet and passed his soaking right sock to Nick in exchange for the sock his wank partner had just soaked with his own seed. Nick sniffed the hot wet sock before putting it in his mouth and sucking the life out of it. He began groaning with satisfaction. Damien turned Nick's sock inside out and found a globule of the boy's cum on the end. He sucked it up and played with it. It was gorgeous, creamy, smooth with a hint of something that Damien could not quite work out. It tasted like, well, like Chicken. "How old are you Nick?" The boy looked at Damien, still sucking orgasm residue from the sock. "15". Damien smiled, it must have been chicken......
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FOUR
Before long, the captain's voice came over the intercom instructing all passengers and cabin crew, he must have thought he was on a commercial airliner, to strap themselves in. At that point, Nick had to be strapped in because otherwise he would have sat himself right down on Damien's hard on and started to fuck himself on it. Damien would not have minded this but would have preferred it if the young stud had wrapped his mouth, as opposed to his arse around his magnificent stiffy. With Nick strapped in front of him, Damien secured himself to the seat, Forster was in one across the way and Michael was at the aft end of the fuselage. Not that it mattered that much. Damien looked across the way and saw Nick's eyes staring into his. They remained fixed on Damien's until the captain said that it was alright to remove their belts. Damien, always quick on the draw, removed his first and was ready when Nick arrived. He kissed the boy back when he started to lick Damien's tonsils and the pushed him down to where he wanted. Nick was easily led and fixed his eyes on Damien's cock which had remained hard all the way through take off. The boy devoured the head, giving it a hard tongue-lashing before attempting to swallow it to the hilt. Damien was always happy to see someone do this and always sat in admiration when their lips were securely latched around the root. The suck began, Nick's tongue licking the shaft's underside as he sucked. It was a soft and pleasurable suck, not like some Damien had received from his clients which felt like they were trying to suck a golfball through 20 feet of garden hose. Michael, still at the end of the cabin got up and came over. He stripped as he walked. His body was pale but well muscled. His pecs were each covered with a light patch of dark hairs. They were symmetrical, those pecs, and extremely beautiful. The white of his body was set off by the hairs. Eight firmly sculpted abs ran down his stomach, he was a really gorgeous piece of work. "Enjoying yourself, Damien?" "Yes, thanks". "Good cocksucker isn't he?" "Yeah". "Well, he should be, he's had a lot of practice". Michael stopped at that point, he didn't really want to know whether or not Damien was getting off, he wanted to get Damien off himself. If possible, himself too. He knelt to Nick's right and took Damien's left leg off the arm of the chair, where he had spread his legs to in preparation for Nick's tender actions. Nick watched Michael from his awkward position, Damien's cock still stuck in his mouth. Michael ran his hands gently up the football-sculpted right leg with it's fine blond hair and made it jerk as he went. He then returned his hands to cradle the heel and Achilles tendon of the right foot and licked up Damien's salty sole. He then licked around the end of the big toe before putting his mouth over it. Damien's hands gripped the sides of the chair as the two worked on his extremities. Forster watched, obviously enjoying the scene. Watching young guys getting off is almost as pleasurable as getting them off yourself. Nick began a series of powerful sucks, bringing Damien ever closer to delivering his latest creamy shipment. Nick wanted his cream so much, he hadn't even bothered to touch his dick, erect beneath his legs. Michael had pretty much covered all of Damien's toes with his spit by now. He blew lightly on them, evaporating the moisture and sending a chill up Damien's leg. That was almost too much. Damien knew that if he blew now, this would end so he held on. He could not hold on for much longer. His hands moved from the chair to Nick's head where they began to run themselves through Nick's hair. Michael watched Damien's face. His head went back and his eyes closed, Damien was sweating slightly. His breath had become more and more ragged as his orgasm grew. He was close. Michael released Damien's foot and nudged Nick. Nick released Damien's cock and moved a little to the left. Michael took hold of Damien's shaft and put his lips to one side of the cockhead. Nick took the other and they began to pass it between each other's mouths like some game of pass the parcel. Each would swallow the cock to the shaft, sucking as they went down and came up, and the it would be the other's turn. Damien, who had never had this done to him before now, was savouring the sensations that were created by this unusual sexual play. He felt his nuts tighten and he let fly all of his first ejaculation in Nick's face as he withdrew from his cock shaft. Michael caught the second lot in his face and on his palate before returning the spurting cock to Nick who sucked and took the third burst. Damien moved his head from the head rest and looked at the two boys. Nick began licking what he could off Michael as Michael began slurping up the sperm Nick's cheeks had collected. It was all too much for Damien who, after experiencing one of those orgasms you don't ever forget, rested his head back and went to sleep. The image of the two boys licking his cum of each of their faces running through his mind.
FIVE
The rest of the trip was a loss to Damien, he was fast asleep. He had suddenly succumbed to the realisation that his body had received no real rest for a long, long time. Subsequently, he only woke up a couple of times during the long flight, one of which was when the plane landed to refuel, since they were not disembarking, there was no point in anyone coming on board to check them out, so Damien went back to sleep. Nearing Australia's territorial waters, Damien woke up again. The plane had not made any special noise that forced him to wake up, it was no announcement. The reason did become clear to him pretty quickly though, it was Nick again, trying to suck more cum from Damien's now slightly flaccid cock. As soon as Damien realised what was happening, it woke up. Damien realised that he loved seeing the cute stud's head between his legs, bobbing up and down, like one of those oil pumps you sometimes see in American deserts. Anyway, as soon as Nick was finished Damien dozed off again. He was still tired and needed the sleep though had Damien seen how much he was sleeping he would think that he could sloth for England. He was, after all, very active. His sex life outside of work was pretty full and very full inside of work. When he did get the free time, he played football, though mainly to engage himself in more sex life. He was active at least for most of the day, even after being active all night.
When they finally arrived at their point of entry into Australia, Damien was awake, mainly because he could not appear naked to the Customs and Immigration staff, though they would not have minded. He dressed in fresh clothes from his bag. They were more suited to Australia's warmer climes than what he had originally embarked wearing. He snagged a T - shirt and shorts from the bag but left the underwear where it was, after all he had not worn any for about 8 hours during the flight. They got off the plane and were told that they had to go through the usual channels. One of the few reasons that Australia is not as good as Britain, they have no idea of how to treat rich people. They got in through Passport Control but something told Damien that they were going to have fun with Customs. The fun they were going to have was very much like Damien in appearance, six foot tall, blond hair, blue eyes, a definite stud. He wore a blue uniform, light blue shirt and dark blue trousers with a similarly toned cap. He looked at Damien , not as if he were suspicious in anyway, but because he wished to hold the studly English guy in his sight for as long as possible. The others, including Nick were allowed through but Damien was asked to open his bag. Everything came out. White Sports socks, skimpy swimwear - at accentuate Damien's perfect behind - Calvin Kleins, T - shirts, Jeans, shorts, condoms, lube, everything for a gay guy on holiday. Damien looked into the eyes of the customs man, who was so obviously turned on by Damien that it was catching. He found nothing and repacked everything, before waving Damien on. Damien caught up with Forster quickly, mainly because they were milling around waiting for him. "Trouble?", Forster asked. Damien looked around at the end of the customs lane he had just passed through, the customs guy was there. "No, no problems", Forster nodded," I need to go to the toilet though". "O.K. , be as quick as you can". Damien walked off, Nick and Michael both watched the customs guy walk into the toilets with Damien, both knowing exactly what was going to happen to him.
Damien looked carefully around to see if there were any other people in he toilets. The booth was open and there was no-one at the urinals. Prepared for what was to come, Damien unzipped at one of the urinals and began to piss. He had stored up quite a load during his sleep and was there for a while. He was almost finished when he heard the door slide back into place. Pretending that he was innocent, Damien began to shake the last drops from his cock head. Hands slipped around his waist and hugged him around his abdomen. "Don't zip up", a voice said. It had a beautiful tone, stunning really, it flowed like honey, not the Welsh kind, which is hard as hard as Damien was getting. Damien felt the hard on of the customs officer press against his buttocks. It felt huge. He began to feel soft as a feather kisses on his neck. He bent his head back and to the side to give his latest lover full access to his slender neck. He felt himself being urged towards the cubicle. Moments later he was there. He felt strong and firm hands pull his shorts and boxers down, a tongue accompanied the hands and slid down the middle of his back and into his crack. It came up quickly, as did the hands. The tongue took position on the back of his neck, the hands on his T - shirt tail. The garment was stripped off Damien as if it were a used condom coming off an erection. The tongue continued to lick the back of Damien's neck softly as the hands slid down the sides of his torso to come to his hips. A fucking grip. Damien was bent over by the pressure of the customs guy's still shirted torso bending forward. Soon, Damien had to brace himself on the walls, either side of the toilet cistern. He was in the intended position. He felt the torso leave his back and then the presence of the man's penis at his buttocks. The cock slid in, Damien attempted to gauge it's length as it went in. One, two inches, three, four, six, seven? Damien lost count as the cock's thickness stretched his anus taut. The guy began a fucking motion, rhythmical, unhurried. Then it became rough. Damien bit his lip as he began to feel the violence of the motion. He began to do pressups on the walls, the inward thrust pushing his naked chest against the cool ceramic surface of the cistern. The thrusts sped up, maybe he had remembered that he had only been given a five minute break. Damien's erection started to bounce off the frontage of the cistern as the guy hit what was his final straight. Damien could hear the urgent inhalations already but he was nowhere near cumming. As if the stud realised this, he let go with one of his hands and slid it around Damien's cock, jerking him off. A few moments later, both the quick fuck and the quick wank sent Damien over the edge. He blew his substantial wad over the cistern. "Lick it up". Damien obeyed, doing a very good impression of what Nick and Michael had done on the plane. The guy withdrew and removed the condom. He took a couple of sheets of toilet roll and wiped Damien's mouth before kissing him deeply. then the guy left, late for his return to work. Damien sat on the toilet for a while, recovering from the experience.
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The hot sun shined down through the hire car window as it drove on it's way from the airport. Damien watched the scenery fly by, cuter boys wearing little more than cut-off shorts. Hairless, muscled legs flew by. Blond lads by the hundreds. Traffic lights ahead of them turned against them and the car slowed. Twenty or so pedestrians crossed in front of them, quite a few of them hot guys, most with hot chicks clinging to them lest their beautiful boy friends be snatched by some other girl passing by in the opposite direction. A boy in pink shorts and sandals smiled in Damien's direction. Forster caught the smile and beckoned the boy over to the car. He came, Damien opened the door as the lights went green and the boy slipped in beside him. The light covering of puppy fat over his abs bunched up attractively under his pecs as he sat down. As the car drove off, Damien examined him in his total beauty. without breaking the eye contact they had established, Damien slid his hand up the right leg of his shorts. No sooner had he done so, than he encountered the boy's cockhead. Damien's other hand ran up the outside of the shorts assessing the length of the organ. The boy smiled as Damien discovered he had ten inches. A few moments later, they were at the hotel. Damien got out and went to the boot to collect his bag, the boy followed close behind and took another bag, hoping to appear as another guest of the hotel. Forster led the two inside, leaving Nick to follow behind with the other bags while a valet parked their car. After a quick check-in, they were shown to their room by someone whom Damien hoped would be a future conquest. As soon as the bellboy had left, Damien took the opportunity to get to know this mysterious boy better. After a tongue-swirling kiss, Damien went straight to the waistband of his shorts, yanked them down and then went to his massive cock. As soon as his tongue left the boy's mouth, he ran it's underside down the boy's hairless chest, over his abs and the top of his cock and then swallowed the whole ten inches. Nick knelt between the legs of Damien's kneeling form and pulled his shorts down. They came down with ease along with his boxers, despite Damien's huge erection. Nick then stripped off Damien's T - shirt during the second Damien let the boy's cock fall from his mouth. Nick then helped the boy out of his shorts, which were at that point around his ankles. Then, Nick stripped intent on joining the action. Again he knelt behind Damien, but this time it was to widen the gap between Damien's knees. He then lay on his back, and slipped between the gap and sucked Damien's cock into his mouth. The boy began to shudder as Damien got closer to getting his cream. Feeling the shudder, Damien quickened the sliding of the boy's cock between his lips, intent on getting the boy's juice. Forster had been watching all this with interest, stroking his cock through his trousers. Getting up, he stripped, his body quite firm for his age. His cock, quite long when he got this excited. he grabbed a condom from his wallet and slid it over his cock. He took position behind Damien, who was still pleasuring the boy. Forster then took firm grip on Damien's hips and lifted them a little to gain better access to his arse. Damien sucked even harder as the cock slid into him, this entry cutting short the long build-up he was giving the boy. In an instant, his tonsils dripped jizz, the boy retreated a few steps and sat down on the floor. He had to lie down and sprawled himself on the lush carpet, exhausted after Damien's efforts. With Nick still attached to his cock, Damien assumed an on all fours position. Forster fucked hard and fast. The workout he gave Damien's arse being one of the most intense he had ever experienced. Damien felt that he had been premature in his evaluation of Forster, especially as he was being fucked with such ferocious force. He rewarded Nick's efforts soon after the boy had retreated. Nick slid out from under, catching a cum flavoured kiss on the way. Damien separated himself from Forster's cock for a moment to turn and lie on his back. Forster repositioned the condom he was wearing and pulled Damien's legs over his shoulders. He pulled Damien along the carpet and claimed him again, now in a position to exert more force on Damien. Forster restarted with gusto. He sucked Damien's tongue as forcefully as he fucked his arse. Damien flung his arms Forster's torso and held on for dear life. Now his butt wasn't the only thing suffering from friction, his back was burning. His cock shot cum like lubricant between their two bodies. Forster was not far behind, he ballooned the bubble tipped condom moments later. He then grabbed the open end of the condom and simply pulled out. He got up and returned to the bed. Nick followed him. As soon as the two made eye contact, he knew what the boy wanted. He grabbed the condom and pulled it off, spraying both the bed and Damien with his jism. He quickly put on a new one and rammed his stiff cock right into Nick. Within a second, he had Nick clawing at the bedclothes and panting. Damien had recovered a little by then, just enough to see what Forster was doing to Nick. Nick yelled in pain, a yell Damien knew well as one a boy only screams when what he is taking is too much. He got up, pulled Forster's cock out and spun the man around with enough force so that he fell off the side of the bed. Within moments he was up, he right-hooked Damien in the face with incredible force and knocked him off his feet. The mysterious boy, instead of helping Damien yanked his shorts on and left. Damien shook his head to clear it but was up quickly. Forster pushed him to the ground. Grabbing his arms, he pulled them round behind Damien's back and tied them there with a leather strap. He then picked Damien off the floor and flung him onto the bed. Taking another two straps from the bag he got the first one from, he tied Damien's feet to the legs at the foot of the bed. Then his hands were tied to the posts supporting the headboard. This meant he could only move his head. Then, Forster grabbed Nick by the sides of his naked torso and kissed him deeply. Nick then sat in a nearby armchair. Then, out of the same bag, he produced a tube of lube. He went to the bed, Damien watching him after finding a restricted view point. "I'll untie you if you let me have my fun". Damien nodded at Forster's proposal and was untied. He rolled over onto his back, his cock recovered from it's two recent ejaculations to another full erection. Forster squeezed some of the lube into the palm of his hand and ran the hand up the inside of Damien's right leg. The hand stopped by his right buttock, it's index finger extended and poked at his butt cleavage. Damien stopped it before it slid into his arse. "Anything but that", and then, to prove what he said, Damien reached for forster's cock. It stiffened in his hand. Damien kissed it's tip before swallowing it for the blow-job. It was a thank you for the fuck but it also had the advantage of avoiding any further pain on Nick's part, at least for the time being. Forward Delete Previous Next Close Compose
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The sight of Forster sleeping soundly, the still naked Nick in his arms made Damien bored. With them asleep and the mysterious hunk long gone, there was nothing to do. He could wank, he supposed, but generally that's not fun unless someone else has their hand around your cock and is giving it all they've got. Damien had no need to wank his own cock, there were plenty of paying customers who would beg for the privilege, and indeed pay for the privilege, of even seeing for an instant his magnificent erection. That was the moment he decided to go out and find someone who fitted that description exactly. he momentarily considered getting washed but, after a look in the mirror, he decided that he looked all right. He changed clothes, a rather sexy number, jeans cut off at the knees and a T - shirt, not a tight one. This one seemed to run off his pecs like a waterfall. It ended in a splashpool somewhere around his cock roots and flowed no more. Satisfied that he looked as gorgeous s possible, he snatched the first of his payment from Forster's wallet. Something he was experienced in doing, taking as much money as he could from the wallet of a sleeping client. He knew Forster would not mind, he would have to get receipts for whatever he spent. He paused at the door to momentarily consider whether or not he could get a receipt from a rentboy. Stupid idea really, mainly because Damien had never had to pay for sex yet. Upon leaving the room, Damien retraced his steps down the hall to the lift and took it down to the lobby. Once there, he left the hotel. Finding himself on the steps, he paused, trying to decide which way to go. A few people passed in front of him as he decided. Then, fate decided for him, one of the people had a familiar figure. That is to say, he had a familiar arse. Cute and well-rounded, obviously muscular, this arse' buns hid an immense treasure trove of pleasure. Damien turned to follow the arse. Soon, he recognized it's owner. It was the bell boy from the hotel. He was a boy-babe, Damien's kind of babe. Cute and handsome. Suddenly, from across the street, a car pulled wildly across to the pavement and parked at a rakish angle to the curb, the laughing and guffawing of teenage boys issuing from the open windows. It's occupants knew the boy well. He hopped into the car and it drove off. Damien was disappointed but then shrugged it off, it wasn't as if the boy were the only babe in the city. To prove the point, a few minutes later, Damien saw another one. Sitting on a wall sat another of Damien's types. A boy with long blond hair, a beach boy, a surfer dude. He was fucking gorgeous. As Damien approached, he was noticed by this blond Adonis: their eyes met and lightning flashed between them. The boy hopped off the wall and took the few steps necessary to intersect Damien's path. "Hi, what ya doing tonight?", he said, definitely a surfer dude. "I've got nothing planned". "Wanna party?" "Always" "Good answer, follow me". The boy- babe led off, Damien walked alongside him, chatting. It was obvious the boy wanted him, he was doing everything except begging on his knees. In fact, he wanted it so much, he even tried lines like: "I here English guys have really big cocks". Soon their destination hoved into view. It was a house on the beach, it looked ramshackle from the outside. Music was blaring out, making the house vibrate rhythmically. Damien followed the guy inside. He was really cute, and he had a cute name too, Billy. Just like he was a little kid. Just inside the house was an announcement about just what kind of party this was. The announcement came in the form of what looked like a muscular Maui. He was running his hands over the naked torso of another blond beach babe. All the makings of a great evening of hot sex were there. All the evening needed was a little more time..
The actual time needed was very short. As if the boy had been waiting all his life for his first shag from a boy babe, he made his first physical play for Damien's sexual attentions. He grabbed his cock while they were dancing. Ironically, the Beach Boy's Good Vibrations was the song. Damien took the initiative and pulled him into a snog. Billy took to it like a duck to water, trying to get every available ounce of pleasure out of the experience. Damien felt im up during the kiss. He had a dick of equal size to Damien's, or somewhere in that region. It was hard, the same state Damien's was approaching at a fast pace. Suddenly, a voice cut in on the speakers, removing the music for a time. "Well, well, looks like little Billy's got himself some trouble". Another cute boy jumped down from behind the D.J's station and bounded over. "What's your name?" "Damien" "Oh, Damien, are you really a little devil? or is that only when you're horny?" Damien reluctantly entered into the spirit of things and went along, even though his sense of taste was screaming at him to get out of there. "I'm always horny, so I must be a devil all the time". "I see, and what were you going to do with little Billy?" Damien leaned over and whispered in his ear, his mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh, you dirty boy. Will you do that in front of us?" "If Billy wants to". Billy smiled, curious mainly but wanting Damien to do anything to him. He nodded, giving consent. The crowd stepped back to give them some room. Condoms appeared. Damien stripped off his T - shirt and the crowd cheered and swooned. He stopped Billy from undressing, wanting the crowd's full attention. He undid his cut-offs and dropped them. Some of the younger guys in the audience started rubbing their teen crotches at the sudden sight of Damien's' soccer-player legs. He kicked his shorts off his feet as his erection slapped against his belly. Again the crowd swooned. He pulled Billy to him, feeling the boy wanting. During the kiss, he got the boy on the ground. Billy looked so horny he was going to explode. Damien stripped the boy in seconds flat and kissed him again. He licked the boy's pecs, making Billy squirm with pleasure. Damien's tongue ran down over washboard abs and ended up in Billy's blond pubic hair. Then he licked back up the babe's chest. He took the nearest condom packet and tore into it with his teeth. The crowd cheered him on, wanting him to do whatever he wanted to Billy. Billy's erection begged attention but did not get it. The condom slid onto Damien's cock and went all the way to the root. He grabbed the boy's hips viciously and pulled him along the floor into position. With a smooth motion, he impaled the boy with his cock. Billy groaned, the crowd clapped. Damien grabbed the boy's back and pulled him vertical. Then Damien lay back, putting the onus on the boy to fuck himself on Damien's prick. Billy began. His hips rose and fell in rhythm, wanting to pleasure Damien s much as he could whilst pleasuring himself. Whilst the boy fucked himself, Damien felt the hard muscles of his chest. His cock slid in and out of the boy's muscular behind, at an ever increasing pace. The boy's eyes locked in on Damien's and he fucked himself harder and harder, building Damien's orgasm to monumental heights. A jet of jism blasted from the boy's cock, splattering Damien's tight pecs and handsome face with japs of hot white cum. Then Billy faded, he slowed. Damien took the opportunity and pulled out. He put the boy on his back and entered him again, viciously climbing all the way to his own ejaculation. Once there, the boy groaning and moaning and sweating and squirming beneath him, he came. Letting out a kind of roar, the intensity of it all hit him and he pulled out, rolling onto his back. He left Billy, a casualty of his violent fucking and lay, getting his breath back. He opened his eyes, the crowd still applauding his performance. Directly above him, a familiar face. The bellboy was back. His face lit up with a cheeky smile and a light in his eyes that said "I Want You" in letters twenty feet high. Damien ran his hand up the boy's leg as far as it would go. It didn't need to go any higher.....the boy came to him..
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How the boy managed it, Damien would never discover. The bellboy had been fully clothed whilst standing over Damien. By the time he had knelt down with his knees by Damien's ears, his buttocks slightly above Damien's sternum, he was half-naked. Damien was face to face with the boy's cock. The boy leant forward and slid it into Damien's mouth. Suddenly a disgusting taste literally ripped by his taste buds, it was the taste of shit. Nothing turned Damien off like a funky dick. He grabbed the boy's right leg and pushed the boy off him violently . He got up, swearing, cursing and spitting, leaving the boy naked and panting on the dance floor, his cock aching for it, his little puppy-boy eyes looking longingly after Damien. Damien snatched up his clothing but did not dress. He left the house and sat on the verandah, his feet on the sand. In the house behind him, the party carried on. A cool breeze blew over Damien's naked body. It ruffled the fringes of his blond hair and cooled the last traces of his sex with Billy, evaporating the small amount of sweat the sex had caused. He took in a slow breath through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. Another breeze blew across him. His skin goosepimpled, sending a wave of pleasure across his skin. His muscles tensed with the wave. His cock jerked and came back to life. He went to touch the swollen shaft. Suddenly, his hand was pushed away and replaced with another. This hand was more feminine, a voice to match asked; "You ever had a girl?" A naked girl slid around him and sat on the tops of his thighs, in his lap. She was blond and pretty; sixteen maybe seventeen. "This is a big one: you are awesome!", she purred. Damien smiled, he always liked people appreciating his attributes. The girl slid down and went on all fours. She coiled her tongue around his shaft and swallowed it. She began sucking immediately. Damien felt the suction and immediately felt it take hold of his balls. The feeling in his nuts grew into one similar in his stomach. The blowjob of his life, his life with girls, was being visited on his cock. He sucked in air and blew it out quicker and quicker. His pulse quickening with each and every suck the girl performed on his rock hard penis. She sucked and sucked. Damien could not hold on for long. He moaned once more and came. The girl sucked all of his load out of him, got up and rather uncharitably spat it out. She got close enough and then kissed Damien. "You wanna fuck me now? Please, big boy!" Damien considered, smiled and declined: "Sorry girl". He pulled up his shorts but left his T - shirt off. He walked off down the beach, the garment slung over his shoulder. The first light of dawn was in the sky.