A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.
My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked my cock, I love spunk and piss but I'm not queer, I love fucking women too.
If you're confused, please have a read of the previous chapters.
To earn some extra money dad and I had started doing porn shoots together and dad had fucked me.
I'd was sort of seeing Charlie, it turned out he was the boss man, the bloke that owned the porn site that dad and I had been filming for, son but he was away for a few weeks on holiday, wasn't sure where it was going anyway, well not yet.
I had also been asked if I'd work at some private sex parties, dad had checked it out and I'd arranged a meeting to see what it was all about, money and cock so what more could I want.
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Just so you're aware the term "son or boy" means that the character is over eighteen years of age.
This story also features gay incest.
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I'd really enjoyed my weekend with Charlie, we went well together, and the sex was great especially when he took charge. It seemed strange that I wouldn't see him again for a few weeks, assuming that I'd see him ever again, the ball was in his court, and I'd let him contact me. Even before he'd left for his holiday, he was messaging me three or four times a day, guess he was keen. We'd met cruising and his dad ran a porn studio set up, so he knew what it was all about and I'd probably end up getting fucked while he was away and I thought the same about him, that he'd be using his big cock on some poor arsehole while he was on holiday with his mates. It turned out that I was wrong, it was a golfing holiday with the club he played for, all very proper.
I had work to do, sex work that is, so on Tuesday I drove to the house to meet Andy, the lad that was running the setup, well at least recruiting cock for the parties. I arrived at a set of closed gates at the back of the house, I realised that I'd been here before on my day job never realising what went on here. I buzzed the intercom, and the gates opened, and I drove up the short drive and parked up, Andy came out, "Hey there Sam, nice to meet you again, come inside and I'll introduce you to the others and show you around," he said.
We went into a huge luxury kitchen, there were two other blokes there, one I knew, he turned around and said, "hello mate, fancy meeting you here," it was James, I'd met him on a porn shoot.
"You know each other?" asked Andy.
"Yea, we filmed a medical fetish porn shoot together, he's sound, knows what it's all about, as long as it doesn't involve needles, he'll be good," James told Andy.
"Brilliant, that makes it much easier," Andy said, "this is Liam," and pointed at the other man in the room. Liam was older than all of us, maybe thirty five years old, big muscular build, tattoos over his bare arms, tanned and a smart fade. He didn't say anything, just nodded at me. Andy carried on and said, "You've all met the bloke that owns this place, he's either already fucked you or you already work for him," he nodded at Liam.
Andy then told us what went on here. The owner of the place, he lived in a cottage in the grounds of the house, ran upmarket sex parties, straight, bi or gay, for exclusive clients that we'd probably recognise, they paid a lot of money to attend these parties, and they expected a lot in return, and we'd be paid well, very well as it turned out. There were simple rules, no drinking except water, no smoking, no drugs unless we were given a Viagra or a shot of Caverject, I had to look that up when I got home, and no phones, they'd all be taken from us when we arrived to work.
The clients would have drinks and dinner first and then would have the pick of the escorts depending on what they wanted, some of the regular clients would book one of the escorts in advance, I was the new boy, so I'd have to wait and see if I was popular.
"We'll go out to the barn and show you the set up," Andy said and we walked across the courtyard towards a row of stables and a barn, the stables didn't have horses anymore and the barn certainly wasn't full of straw. At one end of the barn was a big communal changing room with lockers and big walk in showers. This is where we'd get changed and douched, there were hoses fitted with douche nozzles in the showers.