Homoerotic, but not much. You still need to be of legal age so if you aren't please leave this site.
The story is copyright but I don't suppose you would get much for it if you tried to sell it.
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The Slut
I know I'm a slut, I didn't care, I was also a high class, but unadvertised rent boy, and didn't care. I came from the mean streets of East London and I cared about that.
I wanted the world, I wanted to be the male equivalent of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, the prostitute who marries the billionaire.
I worked as an assistant storeman at the Ford Motor Works at Dagenham in Essex, England. When I finished work each day I cycled home to my parents mean little terraced house in town. It had two miniscule bedrooms, two small reception rooms and a kitchen and bathroom, neither of which had enough room to swing a cat. I didn't go out during the week and I never spent any money that I could avoid. The only saving grace of that existence was that I had no siblings so I at least had a bedroom to myself, huh, bedroom, more like a rabbit hutch.
Saturday nights that changed. I donned a designer outfit that cost me more than one month's wages. I looked a million dollars. Into the West End of London and the Inn on the Park Cocktail Bar from 8p.m. until 10p.m., nurse one cocktail. 10 to 12 The Hilton, Park Lane, same routine. 12 `till 2, The Dorchester, if I wasn't lucky enough to get a punter, home on a night bus.
If I got a punter I made upwards of five hundred pounds for the night and most Saturday's I got a punter. The money got salted away for my rainy day.
Pretty shitty existence you say and you'd be right, but let me tell you about me.
Nicky Old, eighteen years old, reasonable education, very articulate, (I used to belong to the debating society at my school). That got me a load of grief from my mates but I wanted to be able to talk to people. I thought good communication skills would get me out of my lower working class environment. Fully grown now and about five foot nine, 140 lbs of the sexiest looking male you've ever seen and that isn't boasting. I could make a couple of hundred pounds every night for a fuck and that was from my work mates, but that wasn't what I wanted. I had a really neat body that I kept in shape at the local gym, good pecs, an obvious six pack, nice legs. I had a tiny waist, slim hips and a butt that made people gasp when they saw it. The package at the front wasn't going to shame me either, not enormous but bigger than average. Oh, and just to make it all worthwhile I had a shock of golden coloured curly hair that sat on my head like a golden fleece, the palest blue eyes you've ever seen with a face to launch a thousand ships just like Helen of Troy, the problem was no one appeared to want to carry me off to their kingdom. I didn't get depressed but boy did I have to work at that.
The next Saturday, same routine. Ten o clock and I turned from the bar to leave the Inn on the Park for pastures new and walked into the dishiest man I had seen all night.
"I'm truly sorry, I must learn to look where I'm going."
Accent, fuck no, I sounded like I belonged here.
Dishy man steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me,
"No harm done, stay and have drink with me so that I can prove to you I'm not upset."
Accent, yes, but not much. I picked it up though, somewhere in the Middle East, that's oil, that's money, so I turned the charm up to high gear and stayed for a drink.
Introductions completed, me Nicky, him Jean Pierre. Me, surprised, he definitely was not French. I had another cocktail he had a beer and I found out, he was Libyan. Nice guy, educated in England, quite suave but not yukky suave. I really liked him, he was witty, articulate like me, very complimentary about my looks and my dress. We both learnt lots about each other, I was even half honest about my background, interrogation then.
"Why do you come here Nicky, drinks must be a horrendous price for you?"
"They are a bit, but one day this kind of place is going to be my local bar, I'm not always going to be poor."
We had been chatting for ages, I was surprised when I looked at my watch and realised it was after midnight. I needed to head for The Dorchester if I was going to stand any chance of a punter.
"I'm sorry Jean Pierre I must go now. It has been a pleasure meeting you."
I was ready to go then already starting to stand up.
"Nicky, please don't, come back to my apartment for a nightcap and then you can stay the night or I will get my chauffeur to drive you home."
I told him I couldn't. It was then that he shook me to my core.
"Please don't be insulted Nicky but I think you are a rent boy. If I'm correct will you stay with me for the night for 1,000 pounds?"
Shit, would I.
"I'm not insulted Jean Pierre, but how did you know?"
"Unfortunately Nicky I have had too much experience of picking up rent boys to not pick up on it. I am surprised you haven't come on to me."
I shrugged, "I guess I just liked you too much to let you think badly of me."
"I don't and I won't. 1000 pounds to me is less than nothing so it is less in percentage terms than you leaving a pound tip for the barman."
I looked at him and saw the laughter in his eyes, not at me but for me.
I laughed too. "Ok, just this once."
We didn't even need a car to get to his apartment and what an apartment. Huge, my parents whole house would have fitted into his lounge. He showed me round and by the time we got back to the lounge I was speechless. I had been in some nice pads but this was stupendous. Not only was it huge but the furniture and fittings were as luxurious as anything I had ever set eyes on.
He told me to sit down and did I want a drink.
"Yes please, can I have a fruit juice?"
"Nothing stronger?"
"No," I replied, "To be worth 1,000 pounds I have to be sober or I won't be able to perform at my best." I said it in a matter of fact tone and he laughed.
"I tell you what Nicky, you have whatever you like, if you are less than perfect I'll give you another thousand pounds to stay and see if you can get it right tomorrow."
I was rendered almost speechless again. This guy was being so nice and didn't appear to be worried whether I was good in bed or not.
"I'll still have a fruit juice I think Jean Pierre."
He shrugged and got me a juice, he had the same and we sat talking for another hour before he asked me if I would like a shower before going to bed. Of course I said yes, when a punter asks you if you want a shower he is as good as telling you he wants a thoroughly clean body to play with, so I said that would be nice.
"I want to give you an enema first, is that ok?"
"Sure, no problem, that could be fun."
I knew that would make him laugh.
We went through to his bedroom and undressed just looking at each other as we did it.
"You are a beautiful young man Nicky, I'm going to enjoy your body."
I blushed he was being really nice.
He had a great body as well, really toned but not over muscled. Both naked and he gave me an enema not prolonging things or embarrassing me in any way and then we hopped into the shower, both together and still enough room for a football team. Multiple spray heads, it was great.
He told me to shower him first and then he would do me. That was great I had scoped out his whole body by the time I had finished and got him a massive erection. He was bigger than me both in length and thickness but not too big for me to feel uncomfortable at the thought of him reaming out my arse with it. Surprise then, he told me to give him a blowjob before he cleaned me up. So I did. I licked his balls first while I stroked his cock to get the feel of it. After a little while I used my hand to play with his ball sac while my mouth took charge of his cock. Really hard, it sat at an angle of about 45 degrees to the horizontal so I could lick all round it without using my other hand if I wanted to. What I did do was use my thumb and forefinger to open his piss slit and stick my tongue in it stabbing away for a minute while he squirmed and then I licked the glans, lightly to start with adding more pressure gradually before taking the whole thing in my mouth and swabbing it with my tongue paying particular attention to the underside just below his circumcision scar. Fuck he was on a hair trigger he shot blast after blast into my mouth. I could tell then that he was a clean living guy because his cum still tasted sweet like my own. I kept sucking him gently until he went soft and I was sure I had all of his love juice in my stomach.
"Now you know why I needed to cum before we got to bed, I wouldn't have lasted long enough to get inside you."
He pulled me gently to my feet and for the first time kissed me. Wow, was he ever a cool kisser, I melted. He bathed me then getting me rampantly hard but he didn't let me cum. All dried off and with a new toothbrush supplied to clean my teeth we retired to his giant bed.
He lay down on his back in the centre of it and said to me, "Ok Nicky, pamper me until I am so turned on that I will want only one thing and that is to bury my penis into your cute butt."
This was great I loved playing with a body as buffed as Jean Pierre was, lovely nipples to stroke and kiss, pecs and abs to run my hands and tongue over as well. He was very responsive and it was easy to find his erogenous regions. He loved being rimmed but he didn't want me to penetrate him with anything other than my tongue. I was having a ball. I definitely wanted him to fuck me but I loved playing with him first. He let me play for about half an hour. I was amazed that he lasted so long before he told me to take his place he was going to fuck me hard. He only spent about two minutes opening me up before lubing us both and entering me in one smooth stroke. He hurt like hell but remained still until he saw the pain leave my eyes. That had surprised me, most of my punters would stop as soon as they were over my sphincter to give me a chance to adjust. As soon as I was comfortable he went at me as though he only had a second to cum, very fast and hard. It was a real shock and I hardly had time to think about it before he shot jet after jet of cum into me. I felt them all they were so powerful. He remained inside me until he was soft and then rolled over and pulled me into a cuddle. No words were spoken but I was really disappointed, I thought he would be a great lover. Five minute cuddle and then he got out of bed went to the bathroom where I heard running water. When he came back he was drying his genitals and carrying a flannel with the other hand. He wiped off my bottom, dried it and walked back to the bathroom. I was confused, he was so different from what I had expected.
When he came back he slid onto the bed alongside me and started kissing me, lovely gentle kisses all over my face before working his way down my body. He was unbelievable, no one had ever made love to me like this, I slid off to paradise in no time at all. What he did to my cock and balls defied belief. Looking back on it I still can't believe that I didn't cum, it was absolutely the best pleasuring I had ever experienced. His tongue on my glans had me squealing with pleasure, his tongue probing my arse was equally as thrilling. I had never been so hard, my cock felt as though it was going to burst. He lubed us up and my disappointment must have shown. I expected another rough fucking and he knew because he was smiling as he slid gently over my sphincter and very gently moved around with just an inch or so inside me, it was incredible. It must have been ten minutes before he went in any further and then he fucked me with long slow strokes, rotating his hips for each entry so that I had no idea which batch of nerves he was going to strike next. I think I nearly died with the pleasure before he let me cum with him in the most intense orgasm of my life. I nearly screamed the house down.
He rolled onto his side almost straight after, pulling me with him so that he was still embedded in me as he went soft. It was heaven, he just kissed me very gently while he stroked my body and my butt. When we were both calmed down he lifted me off the bed and carried me to the shower. I realised then how strong he was, not a lot bigger than me but he carried me like I was a bag of feathers. He pampered me in the shower, dried me off and then walked me back to bed. Not one word had been uttered during that time. I was in shock I think the whole session had just been amazing.
He cuddled me to him and said, "That was wonderful Nicky, you are a talented and beautiful lover, I will want to do that frequently."
What could I say except, "Yes please."
He laughed, leant over to turn out the lights and we slept.
What a wonderful night's sleep I had as well. When I woke up he was gone. The curtains were open and I could see that it was quite late by the position of the sun. I hopped out of bed, grabbed a quick shower and cleaned my teeth before puting on my clothes and going to find Jean Pierre. He was in the kitchen at a breakfast bar with the Sunday papers spread round him and a cup of coffee at his elbow. He was wearing a short robe and as far as I could see nothing else. There was another man there who looked like a butler, which was what he was.
"Good morning lover, how are you this morning?"
"Morning Jean Pierre, I don't think I have ever felt this good in the morning in my life."
He laughed and asked me what Robert could get me for breakfast. I realised I was very hungry so I said a full English breakfast, God it was good. When I finished I looked at the clock and realised I was having brunch, it was nearly noon.
"What would you like to do today Nicky?"
I was a bit taken back, I thought he would pay me and say goodbye and I would go home.
"I don't know, I was expecting to be asked to leave so that you could get on with your weekend." He smiled at me and with an obviously false leer told me he hoped I would stay because he wasn't finished with my body yet. I blushed because I knew Robert had heard as well.
"I'm free until tonight if you want me to stay, then I have to get home because I have work in the morning."
He looked at me for a minute and then got up, took my hand and led me through to the lounge sitting me down on a settee with him.
"I'm being serious now Nicky. How much do you earn a month at your job?"
I blushed, it was peanuts, "About six hundred pounds."
"Ok. That is 7,200 pounds a year yes?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a bank account?"
"Yes of course." I couldn't see where this was going.
"If I deposit 9,200 pounds in your account in the morning, that's 1,000 for last night, and another thousand for tonight, plus one year's salary will you stay with me and see how we get on?" I was totally shocked, I had wanted a knight in shining armour to carry me off to his castle and make love to me forever but I hadn't thought of Jean Pierre as that person.
I eventually found my voice and kind of squeaked at him, "Oh yes please."
That was it, he carried me back to bed and made gentle, sensitive, totally mind blowing love to me for about two hours. I was wasted.
He took me to a wonderful restaurant for dinner and told me that the next day we would go to the bank first to deposit my money, then his Doctor to get me a certificate to send to work saying I would be unable to work for a month because of injuries sustained in an accident at the weekend. I looked shocked and he looked embarrassed.
"I don't want you to lose your job in case we don't work out." Nice of him.
"After that Nicky we are going to get you a new wardrobe."
I telephoned my parents and told them I wouldn't be home for a while but I was perfectly ok.
The Monday was the beginning of my new life. The little East End slut had found his Pretty Woman Billionaire and I was going to make it work.
The wardrobe he bought me was mind blowing, thousands of pounds worth of designer clothes, expensive smellies, designer watch and a gold choker. He even bought me a superb leather toilet case and a set of travelling bags.
"You will have to get a passport if you don't already have one Nicky because we will travel quite a lot."
This was getting better by the minute. Time seemed to fly by and before I knew it we were looking at decision time with regard to my job.
"Do you want to stay Nicky? The money is yours whatever your decision."
Of course I said yes, hell I would have stayed even if I didn't like him very much. But I stayed for the reason I didn't want to admit to myself. I was falling in love with him. He was just so nice I couldn't believe how well he treated me, always with respect and as an equal not as a paid rent boy. I found out why that night.
We hadn't made love, both of us had blown the other in the shower and then just snuggled up in bed. He turned the light out but started stroking my body, he was gentle and it felt so good I was almost purring.
"You know why I want you to stay?"
I snuggled in closer and almost whispered into his chest, "No, tell me."
"I'm falling in love with you and I want you to stay forever."
I pulled away from him and turned the light back on. I had tears in my eyes when I said, "Don't tease me Jean Pierre, that's not fare."
He kissed my nose, saw my tears and kissed them away before saying, "I'm not teasing Nicky. You are a wonderful boy, falling in love with you has been very easy for me."
Then I cried, "I love you too but I never dared think you would love me."
My life just kept getting better, Jean Pierre set up a trust fund for me so that I would always be able to live well even if we split up, his reasoning dumbfounded me.
"I don't want a little tramp staying with me while he works all the angles. I have made you independently wealthy so now I know without any doubt that you are with me because you want to be not because I am rich."
More tears, how could he be so generous, I was a little tramp but I was very quickly becoming a little gentleman falling deeper and deeper in love.
Our love making was off this planet and just kept getting better, I couldn't believe where he took me when he made love to me and he said I did the same when I made love to him, but I was not allowed to penetrate him ever.
"Would you like to fuck someone Nicky?" was his opening comment one day when we were snuggling. I looked stunned, "Oh no I love what we have, I couldn't wish for more."
"Have you ever been the top Nicky?"
My reply was, "Yes, frequently punters wanted me to fuck them."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh yes, it can be so good."
"So you would like to do it again?"
I was getting confused.
"No my lover, because I know you don't want it."
"True, but I could get us an escort for the night sometime and let you fuck him."
I hugged him very tight and said, "Please don't Jean Pierre, I love you so much I don't want to risk anything spoiling it."
He nearly crushed me then as he said, "You really and truly do love me then?"
"Of course I do, you know I can leave if I don't."
That was it, he never asked again and it never worried me that I was always the bottom.
My life was perfect, how could I have been so lucky?
Then I woke up, it was Mum yelling, "Come on Nicky get up or you'll be late for work."
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This is the second shortest story I have ever written I think. It was just a bit of nonsense one night when I couldn't sleep. None the less I hope you enjoyed it.
I'm not very good at introducing twists into my stories but I have with this one because I like Nicky so I want to keep him alive. I have an idea for part 2 but only if you think it is worth it.