DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 1
I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a high street solicitor. If you'd like to read about my first sexual encounter with a bloke, check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes
I have always kept myself fit since being a beach kid growing up in Sydney. Proper weights with big lifts 3-5 times a week, running or pool swimming 2-3 times. I've got a good muscular build, 5'11" and about 82kg. My belly is flat and hard, with a shadow of a 6 pack. My cock is average length, maybe around 6.5 inches and cut, but nice and thick. A medium covering of dark blond hair fans out over my pecs and narrows to a trail down to my pubes. I've got a little hair on my shoulders and upper back but not a lot, aside from a patch at the base of my spine over my ass crack. My pits, arms, legs and crack are pretty hairy. I've got broad size 11.5 feet. I trim my bush and shave my sack but I don't touch any other body hair. No piercings other than a ring in my right ear, but a scattering of small, random tattoos around my body that I've picked up over the years.
After working as a lawyer in Sydney for a few years I quit and went backpacking around Europe. I was a total man-whore for a whole year, and would hook up with anything on offer. I managed to keep in fairly decent shape by using the hostel fitness centres, local YMCA gyms, or a regimen of pushups and pull-ups if nothing else was available. I left my body hair alone to grow fully in and allowed my hair to grow long enough for a man-bun, accompanied by a full beard. I settled in London, Brixton to work and joined a high-street law firm doing the same sort of thing I'd done in Sydney. A decent income, nothing flash. I kept my beard but clippered my hair down to a grade 1 all over.
In the summer lockdown I was furloughed and money got tight. I didn't want to damage my credit rating so I turned to a former client to borrow some cash - which was really stupid. This dude had been charged with various petty drug offences and other minor shit in the past, and once was picked up by the cops in a public loo getting serviced by a scally twink. But he was a totally masculine Thug. When I met him in the pub, the Thug was wearing jogging bottoms, sliders with white socks, a sleeveless gym top with dropped armholes that revealed his pits, pecs and nips, plus a hoodie tied around his waist by the arms. Basically he's 6'2" of mixed race muscle, close-cropped afro, a week's beard growth, an eclectic scattering of tattoos in black ink from the neck down. I borrowed £1,000. He was vague about the interest, and I was too nervous to pin it down.
A few weeks later I need to pay him what I can - £200 - so I head to his council flat. It's a hot summery day and working-from-home is in full swing, so I'm wearing an old, holey white vest, ripped black skinny jeans, yesterday's Aussiebum y-fronts, and scuffed white trainers (no socks). I haven't showered yet and I haven't taken care of my beard or scalp for a couple of weeks.
I rock up at his council flat in the nearby estate. I knock, and the Thug answers - he's bare chested and barefoot, wearing grey jogging bottoms slung low to give a glimpse of pubes below his hard abs. He's obviously commando, judging by the outline of meat at his groin. He tells me to get in, and it's a no shoes rule so I have to leave my trainers at the door and pad barefoot across his dirty, cigarette-burned carpet. He has a gay porn flick on the TV, which gets a raised eyebrow from me, and I can't help but notice the front of his trackies is tented with a semi.
He holds out his hand and I fork out the £200. "And the rest?" he says. "I don't have it yet", I reply. "Not good enuff mate", he says. "Dude's gotta pay his debts". He's looking me up and down appraisingly, and his hand wanders to his crotch and strokes his hardening tool through the fabric. He starts poking my chest with a hard finger and lightly slapping my face. He keeps demanding to know how I'm gonna pay off what I owe. I'm getting flustered, I have no way of paying.
"Waster", he calls me, then flops back on the sofa, sneering at me as I stand before him, gay fucking on the telly behind me. He gropes his crotch and tells me to take my vest off. "What for?" I ask. He throws a cushion at me and tells me "you're gonna work off some of what you owe me so JUST FUCKIN' TAKE IT OFF!!!". Hesitantly, I peel off my vest and toss it to one side, topless and barefoot in old jeans. He hauls himself back to his feel and wanders slowly around me, fondling himself through his trackies and prodding me, gripping my shoulders, squeezing my biceps, soft-punching my pecs and abs. He's nodding like he likes what he's got in front of him, and I can't deny that part of me finds the situation pretty hot and I'm boning up in my jeans. At the same time, I come down on the side of this being a bad idea.
Before I can decide how to handle this, he tells me to drop my jeans. "Come on mate", I plead, but he just gives me a stony stare until I do it. I kick them aside - now I'm just in yesterday's Aussiebum y-fronts, feeling exposed.He flops back down on the sofa and orders me to pose, which I do for a few minutes, flexing biceps, turning around, etc. He turns up the volume on the TV and my attention is drawn to the rough bareback gay fucking taking place on the box. I'm rock hard and leaking in my pants.
"Drop those keks", he orders. "Oh fuck, please mate, I get the picture, let me pay up next week", I moan. Looking mad, he gets up, grips my face hard and gobs in my mouth, then yanks my undies down to mid-thigh - my rock hard cock springs up and slaps my abs. He sits down again and I reluctantly let the undies drop and kick them aside. Now I'm naked, hard and exposed. He tells me to face the TV, watch the fucking, and wank myself. I'm almost crying with shame and guilt, but I fuckin' do it. My cock is leaking precum and I smear it over my swollen head and shaft to wet my stroke. "Show me yer cunt", he orders. I hesitate; he says "do it, or you'll owe me two grand before ya know it". I squeeze my eyes shut, bend forward, reach back and spread my hard glutes to show off my hairy trench and tight, dark sweaty asshole. "Mmmm", he moans. "Get over here".
I turn towards him - he has dropped his trackies to his calves and is stroking his own hardon. "Get on yer knees lad", he mutters. "You do it, or it will be bad for you boy". Slowly, I drop naked and hard and sweaty to my knees. I come to a decision: I'm a broad-minded guy and I've had plenty of sex with guys as well as chicks before, so if he wants a blowjob or even a fuck to pay off the remaining £800, that seems like a good deal (and it wouldn't exactly be a hardship). Resigned to a thorough using, I look him in the eye, stroke my own swollen leaking knob, and ask him if we can do a deal, but he just ignores me as he gets up and walks over.
He slaps his leaking cock against my face, dragging it through my thick beard. He uses his thumb to push my mouth open and drool a thick line of spit onto my tongue - and I don't resist as he forces his cock into my gob. "Lick it, suck it", he says, and I do my best until he slips it to the back of my throat and I retch, grabbing his hips to push him away, but he grips my head hard and starts a slow face-fuck, making me gag with each stroke. "Wank for me as I use you mate, show me you like it", he says, and I do, I stroke my wet cock, and I do like it. My throat relaxes and opens and soon he is fucking my throat in earnest, our combined spit drooling over my scruffy chin to my hairy hard chest in thick ropes.
After a while he grabs me under my wet hairy pits and hauls me up, turns me and bends me over the sofa. Crouching, he roughly spreads my ass cheeks, spits on my asshole and forces a finger up into my chute, making me yelp. He pulls the finger out and says "looks like my cunt boi needs a clean out". He grabs me by the neck and marches me to his bathroom. He orders me to get on all fours, and then slowly works a metal douche shower attachment up into my guts. As I writhe with discomfort, he twists the taps and warm water floods my bowels. I hold it as he orders, then he makes me sit on the loo and shit the dirty water out while he fucks my face some more. He inspects the bowl, flushes and repeats the process three times until he is satisfied that the water is clean. Then he leads me by my leaking hardon to another room.
His second bedroom is used as a playroom, dominated by a sling. He guides me into it and straps my ankles and wrists in place with velcro cuffs. Then he kneels before my clean cunt, spreads my ass and spits on it again, several times, before going to work with his thick muscular tongue and rough bristly chin. Soon I'm moaning, writhing, unable to wank but leaking loads of pre into my treasure trail. My asshole is relaxing, opening, accepting first his tongue then his fat finger - first one, then two, which begin to piston in and out, jabbing my fuck-nut and making me leak even more. Standing again, he grabs a small dildo from a plastic box, smears lube on it and slides it up my chute. It enters easily, so after a few minutes of assplay he replaces it with a bumpy, lumpy probe which makes me cry out as each bulb pops past my wet, slippery, puffy anal sphincter. "Oh you like it boy, you like it, this is gonna be how you pay off your debt," he grins, then tugs out the toy and inserts a fat rubber cock. My back arches and he starts to fuck me with the toy while sliding the other one - fresh from my asshole - into my mouth and down my ready throat. My cock twitches at the taste of my own cunt and suddenly, to my complete shock, I spasm in a hands-free orgasm and spray thick jets of hot seed which hit my chin, neck, chest and abs.
I grunt as he withdraws both toys. He scoops up some of my cum with two fingers and forces them into my mouth, making me feed. Carefully he scoops up the rest of my load and smears it over his rigid fat cock. Lubed with my seed, he slams up my cunt bareback, grips a thigh with one hand and a bare foot with the other and starts to bunny-fuck me hard. After a few minutes of wild fucking he grips my still-rigid, swollen wet cock and roughly jerks another load out of me. While I drip with jizz and sweat, panting, he slides out of my cunt, tilts my head back and begins to fuck my throat with his slippery, cummy, ass-juiced meat while holding my throat tightly. After less than a minute he pulls out and jerks a massive load of salty spooge over my open mouth and beard.
He uncuffs me and drags me by the scruff of the neck back to the bathroom, where he orders me to lay in the tub and pull my legs back to my chest. He begins to unleash a torrent of piss on my body, drenching my trench, my chest, my face and open mouth. "Piss yourself boy," he barks, and I let my urine arc out onto my face and chest. When we are both empty he slides my now-hard cock into one of my sweaty trainers and commands me to fuck. I thrust upwards into my shoe like it's a pussy until I reach a third desperate orgasm, spattering the inside of the moist shoe with cum, while he takes snaps on his iPhone - for later, he says.
Finally, he drags me, wet and dripping and still semi-hard, out of the bath, frogmarches me though he flat and shoves me out the door. I panic, naked, dripping in the heat, until seconds later the door opens and he chucks out my kit and slams the door. Checking no-one is around, I use my vest and Aussiebums to wipe the worst of the fluids off my bod. I drag my jeans on commando and slip my trainers back on, wincing as my toes squelch into my last load of cum. Holding my wet, filthy vest and pants I walk home, the summer sun slowing drying my skin.
At home, I hit the shower, making sure to scrub thoroughly. The guilt is really nagging me, but mostly I'm worried that I just took his cock raw, even though he didn't cum inside my ass. I manage to get to a sexual health clinic later in the week for an HIV and STI test (which fortunately came back negative); I also get put on PrEP because I don't know what this fucker is going to want next.
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