The Story of Steve.
Authors Notes: -
This story contains Sex between men. If you are under 18 in the Uk (or appropriate legal age in your country) please stop reading here. If such mentioned material may offend you please stop reading too. This story is fiction and any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence.
Though this story may involve unsafe sex (It is only fiction), and I believe in playing safe (look after yourself and your partner).
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Chapter 2
"Let's see how the old git likes his own medicine when they find him in the morning!" said Phil as the three of us sat on the train as it pulled out of the station starting our journey to London. We were all pretty tired so we dozed off for a while; well at least until the next station, where the train rattled to a stop once again.
Any fear of working the streets had gone. At that moment my whole body was filled with relief and excitement, I had made friends with two good guys and if we looked out for each other I knew we would be ok. I must have fallen into a deep sleep after we left the station that we first stopped at, because the next thing I knew was being nudged by Peter, "Steve wake up, we're pulling into kings cross."
I rubbed my eyes as the train once more came to a halt, forcing me back into my seat. I managed to regain my footing and followed Phil and Peter off the train onto the platform.
I had never been to a city before, let alone one the size of London. I was stunned to see how many people were coming and going in the station as we walked out. We had managed to take £150, which we'd taken from the office and the old gits own pocket. So we had enough to find a cheap café to get something warm inside us. It just so happened that the café we entered seemed to be a place where all the rent boys hung out between tricks. I was shocked to see how young some of the boys were, but I guess when your homeless and society doesn't want to know or help you, you have to do things that are awful, just to survive. Something we would soon find out for ourselves. Whilst eating our greasy breakfast we got talking to two lads about our age. Daniel and Jamie were a rare breed, just like the three of us.
Daniel was about 19 years old, blonde and cute looking, he looked like a footballer with a well-toned body. Jamie the other boy, had just turned 16, he was a little shorter than Daniel at 5 foot 7 inches, compared with Daniel's 6ft 2 inches. Jamie was shy and reserved, but he also had a really cheeky streak about him. They told us that they were brothers, and had run away from home two years earlier, after their father had found them shagging each other in the garage. They had come down to London, hoping to find someone who would take them in and protect them from their father. Because he'd sworn to kill them both. Of course the money they had stolen from their father had run out, so inevitably they ended up renting out their bodies. They had been bullied into being pimped by the pimp for the block on which they worked.
We went on to tell them our story, which had similarities to theirs.
"So where's your pimp?" Phil asked them.
"He got nicked last year, for dealing drugs." Replied Daniel.
"So who do you work for now then?" asked Peter.
"His name's Mr Murdock, he's a broad scotch bloke. Big and bulky too, he's not been that bad, hasn't tried to get us hooked on drugs, but we have to give him 25% of what we make from our tricks. In return he looks out for us on the street and keeps the authorities away from us, he rents a flat to us, too." Daniel said.
"Sounds like you're under his control, almost like a slave." I butted in.
"Look guys, you just can't work without a pimp round here, they have it all sown up between them, and if you don't go by their rules they make life hell, if they're in a good mood, and if you take their boys trade, they will have you dealt with. If your lucky you'll just end up in Casualty, and if not a coffin." Replied Daniel seriously.
As he finished I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I couldn't help but think that we had just got ourselves in too deep, coming from a smallish country town to the big city and all. If I was totally honest, I was scared to hell, as was Phil, but Peter seemed to be taking it all in without any sign of fear.
"Look guys, Murdock's looking for some new talent, as two of his other boys are well past their prime, and Carl, well he isn't about anymore! You guys can crash at ours, and I'll take you to Murdock's shop in the morning if you want." He added.
"That'd be cool Daniel, my friend." Peter answered for the three of us.
We finished off our greasy meal, and then Daniel took us to their flat, leaving the three of us there whilst they went back to work. The flat was really dingy and darkly lit, it was also damp and draftee. The walls were dirty too, but I suppose it was better than sleeping rough. We bathed in the off white bath, then we settled ourselves down on one of the two double beds, we thought if the three of us cuddled up together, we would feel warmer. I laid at one side with Peter at the other. With Phil in the middle. The blankets were rough and heavy compared to the cosy and light feel of my duvet back home.
Peter almost fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but both Phil and I were a little restless. As we lay there talking, it became obvious that Phil wasn't too happy about the way things were heading, never the less we slowly drifted off to sleep. I didn't know it then, but looking back on those first days in London, they were the start of a very special bond between Phil and I, we just clicked the moment we saw one another.
I woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee, and for a minute or two I felt alive, then slowly I realised where I was and the reason I was in London, which also made me remember what the future had in store for the three of us.
Peter came into the room carrying a tray with two mugs of coffee on it; he came over to the side of the bed.
"You guys better get up and sorted before Mr Murdock arrives at 11 am. The guys have just phoned him, to let him know that we may be interested in working under his wing so to speak.
"I know that you're both reluctant, but we need to earn some cash to feed ourselves, and unless either of you know where we can earn a decent wage, I don't see any other option, at least for once we'll be in control of our bodies and getting paid for doing it, unlike that dirty pervert that thought he could do as he liked to the vulnerable guys at the hostel." Peter explained as he put the second cup down on the mahogany bedside table.
Phil and I drank our coffees. Then we showered and made ourselves look half decent. We joined the others and had a couple of slices of toast and another cup of coffee to wash it down. Then we sat and waited for Murdock to arrive.
"Will the three of you relax, your not in a concentration camp you know, no one's gonna force you guys to do anything against your will."
Just as Daniel finished, there was a loud knock at the door; I sort of froze as Daniel walked over to open it.
"You'll be ok guys I promise." Peter whispered as Daniel walked back into the living room with a man who of course was Mr Murdock, he was a big guy like a bouncer in a nightclub.
"I hear you guys want to work for me?" Murdock said looking the three of us over. "Yeah I think I have a place for you three. Now listen to me boys, I give no crap and I take no crap from anyone. Talk to me straight and I'll give it to you straight. I don't like my boys doing drugs of any kind, and if I find out you have been doing that stuff, your off my books. I expect 60% of your earnings, in return I'll give you protection and set up your tricks."
Although Both Phil and I were uneasy about working the streets, Peter told Murdock that we wanted to work for him.
"Right you follow me into the bedroom, I want to sample the goods." Murdock said pointing at Phil, who hesitated for a moment before following.
It was a good 20 minutes before Murdock came back into the room fastening up his trouser fly. "If you two are as good as Phil, you'll do well. I'll be back later with details of your first client!" Murdock said as he headed towards the door.
Phil soon came back into the room looking remarkably calm. When I asked him what it had been like with Murdock, he just said it wasn't the worst experience he'd had. His remark puzzled me a little; I didn't quite understand what he meant.
Right you three, Murdock has given me orders to get you geared up with suitable clothing, so we better go shopping and get you three sorted out for your debut."
So off we went to get a new wardrobe of mostly casual clothes, with a few sexy pieces of underwear and ripped jeans etc from the charity shops. It felt like we were packaging ourselves ready for sale, but then again looking back that was exactly what we were doing.
Over dinner in the same cheap café where we had met Daniel and Jamie the night before, Daniel filled us in on how things happened. He told us that if we didn't have a trick lined up by Murdock, then we would work a certain area of the city that was Murdock's patch, it all seemed so strange that someone could hold the rights to public streets and parks.
It wasn't long before Murdock turned up at the flat, giving us each an envelope with our assigned client. Phil and I were taken by Murdock and driven to our first job, who lived in a mansion on the outer limits of the city.
"Now you guys, I've given you an easy client to break you in gently, as I saw that both of you were on edge this morning. This client likes to watch two young lads shagging each other whilst he wanks himself off. He'll probably want to come on your faces, he's a bit kinky but he's harmless.
"Well boys we're here so jump out and do as you're told. I'll pick you up in two hours and take you onto your next clients."
It was obvious that Murdock was well organised and had regular clients by the dozen queuing up for his boys.
We stepped out of the car and Murdock drove off. It amazed me how big this guys house was. We walked up the long gravel driveway to the old oak door, which slowly opened, as we were about to knock on it.
"You must be Murdock's new boys? He certainly knows how to pick them." Came a voice as the door opened, and there he was our first client. He was around 45 and slightly overweight. He was dressed in shorts and tee shirt and was wearing flip-flop beach sandals. "Well you two gonna stand there all night or are you gonna come in and have a bit of fun?"
"Erm yes sir sorry." We both stuttered nervous as hell.
"We'll have none of that boys. I'm eddy to you, now what's your names?"
"Erm Phil and Steve." I replied for both of us as we followed him down the long dimly lit corridor to his lavish living room.
"Wow ssss em Eddy, this all yours?" Phil asked.
"Yes boys this is all mine, and I have no one to share it with"
"Why not sir, your not ugly or anything." Phil butted in.
"You can't be openly gay in my job, the press would hound me out of the country."
"What job do you do, Eddy?" I asked
"Well I'm a top civil servant in Whitehall."
"Wow sir, I mean eddy you sound so important I can't wait to tell the others." Phil said excitedly.
"You better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut boy, didn't Murdock tell you what happens if his boys can't keep their mouths shut?"
"Erm sorry Eddy. We're new, but your secret's safe with us. Isn't it Phil?" I said nudging him in the ribs.
"Yeah Eddy."
"Good, now lets relax and you two can start enjoying each others bodies. I love watching two cute young men enjoying themselves." Eddy said as he sat in a parker armchair looking towards a leather sofa where Phil and I were headed.
I could see that the guy was already excited, because his cock stuck out, making a tent in his loose shorts. Phil laid himself down on the sofa, and I lay next to him. We started kissing passionately. Phil broke our connecting lips and tongues to whisper to me that he wanted me to top him. I wasn't complaining, so we started undressing each other, and Eddy rubbed his cock slowly as piece by piece we undressed one another.
Phil had me overwhelmed as I marvelled at his beauty and his innocence. His skin was so smooth and was without blemishes. It felt tender as my hands roamed all over his chest and stomach. By this time we were totally naked and in a rampant embrace, our bodies entwined and rubbing against each other.
"Now Steve, Fuck my hole please!" Phil whispered in an uneven voice that told me how desperately he wanted me inside him.
We slowly untangled our sweaty bodies; I lifted Phil's legs up and positioned myself at his arse with his legs over my shoulder. I applied some lube to his arse and my cock.
Slowly I rubbed my cock against his crack and then I rested my knob at the entrance to his arse. Then I pushed my knob through his hole, I noticed that he was showing signs of being in pain, so I rested with just my knob inside him.
"It's ok Steve, fuck me, fuck me now please, Steve."
That was it. I started slowly, sliding my cock in and out of his hole, catching his prostate.
When I was close to cumming, I took hold of his pre-cum drenched cock and started wanking him with wild passion. Phil couldn't wait and shot his load all over our chests. When I felt his spunk fly everywhere, it was enough to take me over the edge and I shot my load deep inside Phil's hole. It wasn't until I'd finished spurting my cum into Phil that I realised Eddy had shot his load all over Phil's face and chest. I collapsed on top of Phil needing to rest and regain my composure.
"Wow you two are so fucking hot, have u done it with each other before?"
"No Eddy." Phil managed to say as he slowly gasped for air, winded.
"Well I'm gonna have to have you two back, here boys, a tip for a job well done. Just don't let Murdock see it." Eddy said. He'd given us each twenty pounds extra.
"Well boys I think we could all do with a bath. Care to join me?" He asked.
"Sure, Eddy." Phil and I replied almost simultaneously.
End of chapter 2
To be continued
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