Boy For Hire Ch. 01 Virginity lost. All characters are 18 years and over.
1
I am an 18 year old boy, and as sexually frustrated as hell.
I attend the local gym which is used by many rich ladies and yummy mummies that are bored, horny and cock hungry.
What is more, they are willing to pay.
The perfect environment for a fit, sex starved 18 year old who is best described as hung, young and full of cum.
After three months I was given free membership and a small weekly pay packet because the owner said I am eye-candy, the sort the female members like to be around.
The gym is a meat market for rich, idle women who are out to escape the boredom of their home lives. Some staff, like me, can help with that problem.
They are mainly trophy wives, thirty to fifty year old women married to much older guys. You can put two and two together and you will be right.
Rather than have a frustrated wife flash her cunt at every guy she fancies, it is better to use the discreet services of a young guy and pay for his trouble.
Everybody knows, but everybody pretends not to know.
The result is that the trophy wife is satisfied, the old guy is happy, the young guy has cash in his pocket and the gym takes a percentage. Result, all are happy.
When the boss at the gym called me to his office and told me I had been specifically asked to "personally supervise"
(gym code for "she wants you")
one of the bored females, I knew the score and reminded him of my virginal status.
I was surprised when he told me that was why she had asked for me.
I told him I would do my best.
That was on a Friday. I was required on the Sunday.
2
Waking on Sunday morning I found I had the hardest boner in my living memory. I sleep naked, the bet is that if I didn't my cock would rip my shorts to shreds. I normally wake up hard, but this morning was special because today I was hoping to lose my virginity. I was fired up with all the fantasies of an 18 year old.
After years of masturbating, I was at last to have a shot at fucking my virginity into history. Inserting my cock into a pussy, fill it with my young cum and still have plenty in reserve to massage into a pair of firm tits, and fill a mouth maybe.
To be precise, experience the pussy of a luscious, petite lady that I only know as a member of the gym. I have never spoken to her and do not know her name, but to me she is as hot as a steaming volcano, and I lust for her.
Well, to be perfectly honest, for her cunt.
She had apparently, 'booked' me after being told I was a virgin!
I chuck the sheet off and Mrs. Palm and her daughters grab my engorged cock. Five strokes are all that it takes before my pole erupts, sending fountain after fountain of baby-lava into the stratosphere.
Well it would have got that far, had it not splattered on the wall behind my head.
With my deflating dick swaying in front of me I head for the shower, passing brother Reg on the way.
He sees my half rigid, cum slicked cock and says, "Hey, baby brother, be careful with that thing, you might trip over it."
I give him the finger and duck into the shower where I beat off again.
I get on well with my older brothers. They are not into the weights like I am, so are skinny. I guess I could lift both above my head quite easily.
They needle me about my lack of girlfriends and, to be fair, have introduced me to some they think I might like. They do not know about my virginal status.
The girls they have pushed my way were no help in that department. I just never got to the crease with them and they drifted away, probably thought I was gay.
3
'Never got to the crease', now that conjures up thoughts of a pussy with lips as the crease. Anyone for cricket? I have the bat and balls, all I need is the wicket.
What does this virgin know of a pussy? Well, I have seen the pictures and studied the porno movies, so am confident I will recognise the first one I see.
The shower water swirls the fresh cum into the drain as my imagination places me at that crease, as I beat out a tune on my trusty bat and empty my balls.
With that in mind I start preparing for a day that I thought would never come. The mere idea elevates my member to readiness level 10/10.
My boss at the gym had talked to me in his office and offered some advice. He told me that, as I was inexperienced, I needed to know certain things, or I would come across as a complete twat. He told me to prepare myself so that the lady was not repelled. "Kid, you are not going to be with some young girl that is as inexperienced as you are. The lady you will visit knows the ropes, if you get my meaning". I had a pretty good and vivid idea of what he meant. Christ, would I be able to live up to her expectations?
He gave me the following advice:
Be ultra clean and well shaven. (I started shaving when I was sixteen.)
Clean your teeth, floss and use a mouthwash.
Trim your pubes and ball bag, an untidy bush is gross.
The same for your ass crack.
Wear clean underwear.
Have clean finger and toenails.
Arrive neatly dressed, not overdressed.
Wash your ass out and douche it. After that swallow an Imodium tablet.
Aim to be invited back.
He told me all this in a very matter-of-fact way. I was embarrassed, but knew he was genuinely trying to help. I suspected he was also trying to make sure I did not screw up as he was wanting to keep the gym clients happy and paying.
I was a bit worried about the cost of kitting myself out with some decent clothes. He must have sensed that because he gave me seventy-five folding ones. I took it and asked if he would deduct it from my pay over a few weeks, I could not afford to repay him in one lump sum.
4
He looked at me, "There will be no need to take it off your pay, no need at all for that, if you live up to expectations."
After I had showered and shaved, I pulled on a pair of shorts, ordered my cock to have a nap, and went down to breakfast.
After breakfast I started my preparations.
I had already showered and shaved but I shaved again. Then I got in the shower, took the head off the hose and carefully shoved the end of it up my bum. Being a novice at this I only used cold water and just about freaked out when the jet of cold hit in that place where the sun does not shine. I quickly changed to a warm mix of hot and cold and filled myself up.
Dropping the hose, I clenched my butt cheeks and hopped over to the toilet, sat down and let it go, squeezing my insides. The water jetted out, carrying with it a lot of crap. I repeated that three times. Colonic irrigation, they say it is healthy.
Then I stood in the shower for five minutes and allowed whatever water remained to trickle out of my ass and down my legs, finishing with a final and vigorous all-over shower and scrub.
After that I swallowed an Imodium tablet, an anti-diarrhoea medicine that dries up any remaining water retained up there.
After that I trimmed my pubes and ball bag. I liked how it looked, cock in full view and balls hanging like juicy ripe plums. Very cool, very sexy!
My just under nine-inch cock is cut, so the head stands clean and proud.
Tastier to suck, so I am told, and easier to handle... besides being a lot healthier.
All that was left of the undergrowth was a closely cropped, one-inch strip of hair tapering up to my navel, an artistic touch I created when busy with the razor.
For my bum crack I used some hair remover for the recommended three minutes and then wiped it, removing a lot of hair. I washed the surplus hair away and applied a moisturiser to soothe the skin.
Having silky-smooth pubes and bum crack is a great sensation, you should try it.
Finally, I put on clean shorts and a tight tee shirt.
Tucking a Speedo costume into my tog bag, I was ready to roll.
5
I had been given the address. It was in gated community about 45 minutes down the coast. I was to arrive at 12.30pm. I had borrowed a motorbike from my brother and rode along in high anticipation.
My cock was behaving itself, but it was a struggle. Arriving at the gate some ten minutes early, I told the security guy that I was expected at #7.
He called the house to announce me and told me to follow the road around to the ocean-side properties and the gates to No.7 would open.
Those gates are massive, they swung open. I rode up the long drive to the house.
There was a tough looking guy in a suit standing under an entrance porch that is bigger than most houses, he signalled me to stop. I cut the engine and pulled the bike on to its stand, dismounted and removed my helmet. The guy just looked at me then told me to push the bike to one side and follow him.
He led the way around the side of the house until we came to a huge lawn, which faced the ocean. The lawn ran to an infinity pool on what must be a cliff edge.
Sitting in a deckchair about 25 yards back from the pool was this fat old guy.
His eyes hidden behind dark glasses. I had no doubt that he was looking directly at me. He raised a pale hand, beckoning me to approach. I walked across the lawn and stood in front of him, extending my hand. "Good afternoon, sir."
He ignored my hand, just nodded, I was aware of him inspecting me closely. After about three minutes of silence he said, "My wife asked for you to visit today. You understand that you will never talk of this and will not try and make contact again. When and if she wants to see you, I will get a message to you. Fuck up on the rules and you will not be a happy boy. Understood?"
There was real menace in that voice.
I nodded. No way was I going to mess about. He looked like a mafia type that could make me disappear and end up as sausage meat.
"Good. My wife will be with us shortly, you jump in the pool and wait for her."
He noticed the tog bag. "What have you got there?" he asked.
"My swim costume," I replied.