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Boy for Rent – “Philip's fun fuck”
In this sample, I will tell about one of those ‘fun fucks’ to make your mouth water and your dicks ooze pre for the upcoming book: “Boy for Rent – Philip’s true story”
“I'm Philip. I’m a Boy you can Rent. I fuck for money, and sometimes for fun.
It was my first time as a producer of a gay porn video film. We had a great time on a yacht, cruising the Mediterranean around Majorca, one of Spain's Balearic Islands. As the filming was officially over, for one last time we had a huge party that turned into a no-holes-bared gang-bang on board.
While the yacht sailed back to it’s dock in the harbour of Puerto d’Andratx, and even though the boys did not know it, the cameras mounted all over still filmed the whole scene.
And I ? During the filming I had lived like a monk. The pornstars needed to be focused, their ballsack’s full and their energy well charged for the filming, so no sex off camera was permitted.
Now, as the last official scene was filmed and everyone was relaxing, I had a special project in mind which I needed to execute: I wanted to feel a really big dick, down my throat and up my arse, and one of the black actors was the man to fulfil my dreams: Jeremy.
He was the son of a family that had lived in London for three generations, spoke English with a typical Cockney accent, but looked like the perfect African tribesmen, straight out of a Tarzan movie, ripped, muscular, with a light-black skin that glistened in the sun when he performed one of his legendary fucks for the camera. I was ablaze with lust, I wanted to feel him, taste him, lick him all over until he was nothing but a bundle of nerves, raw urges, steely fuckflesh”.
“I had somehow fallen for his sexy black guy with the mischievous smile and the humongous cock”.
“At the party, I could not resist any longer. I let my hands wander over the sexy hunk, skirting underneath Jeremy's tank-top and running them softly over his ripped stomach.
He did not even blink an eye but took my hands in his and moved them further up until they rested on my target – Jeremy's big pecs and his sensitive nipples.
I took my time, working each nub firmly with my fingers, squeezing them gently at first and then harder as he started to moan.
"Oh, jeez, baby," he gasped, "that feels so good. That feels so fucking good."
I squeezed again and Jeremy squirmed in the chair he had been sitting in as I approached him. Suddenly, the black actor reached down, grabbed the of his tank-top and yanked it over his torso, giving me free access to his chest.
I worked on the athlete’s tits for a few minutes, licking and sucking, nicking and biting, going back and forth from one to the other, until Jeremy was almost beside himself with excitement.
Once Jeremy's nipples were jutting out from his chest like diamond pyramids, I broke my assault on them and began mouthing my way down the actor’s muscled torso. When I reached the navel, I paused to suck on it, constantly jabbing my tongue in and out of the small indentation, using that well trained tongue like a cock, fucking into a quivering cunt.
I was delirious, savouring him like he was a prime cut of the best beef. I was still working on his navel when he reached down, undid the last button of his tight cut-off shorts and began easing them down, lifting his arse off the chair briefly, giving me an example of his true strength.
When he pushed his shorts down, his thick dick would come into view, I knew that. However, I still worked his navel, still tasted his sweat, ignoring his hard-on, that mighty spear that wanted to get out of it’s tight confinement. It would soon enough be sticking out and oozing pre-cum, but not quite yet.
I was the master of the situation, and Jeremy squirmed and moaned and pleaded.
"No," I said, firmly grabbing the top edge of his shorts, holding them up as he tired to push them down to release his rampant cock.
"C'mon, Phil, please," Jeremy pleaded as we continued to wrestle with his shorts. I gave in, smiling at him impishly. I had already won, had made the big muscled brute beg.
"Fuck that shit," I grinned, raising my head up from Jeremy's stomach, looking him right in the eyes. With one hard tug I wrenched the shorts down to the floor.
Without missing a beat, I swallowed that rigid fuck-stick all the way to it’s hairless root, actually surprising myself with that effortless action. He felt solid but also soft, bent in a way to easily slip into my mouth, and without force the thick dickhead opened the passageway down my throat.
The experienced actor knew his dick needed a soothing tongue bath, no vigorous assault to cum like a rocket, and in my mouth he had found the perfect partners for ultimate pleasure. I knew it the moment he let my head go, let his hands drop to the sides, let me work his cock without any interference.
"Oh, God. Go for it, baby," Jeremy finally surrendered as his entire body twitched uncontrollably.
However, I had something else in mind beyond a simple blowjob. Smiling to myself, I lifted my mouth from the slick and bobbing tube of man-meat, now freely arching straight into the air, and moved on to the black bull’s balls.
Taking first one and then the other of those big globes into my mouth, I at first licked and gently nipped at them, before my sucking made his sensitive glands hurt, giving Jeremy a taste of the pain I was able to administer.
Pleasure and pain, heaven and hell, the counterparts of ultimate lust: When I used those tools of the trade masterfully, Jeremy was thrashing around uncontrollably.
He plead weakly: "No, Phil. Don't. Please. Nobody has done this before. Don't!"
His protests were too feeble and too late.
Jeremy gave a gasp as he felt my warm tongue, caressing his virgin hole. It felt so good – so fucking good. His resistance crumbling, Jeremy gave in to the pleasure overwhelming him.
He felt my lips pressed hard against the edges of his back passage and then, unbelievably, he felt my tongue force it’s way deeper and deeper into him, as hard and insistent as his own cock when ever he forced it in some boy’s velvety depth’s.
"Mother of God," he moaned. "Sweet Jesus, Phil. Oh, God. Oh, Fuck. Fuck me with your tongue, rim my arsehole, it feels sooo good!”
Jeremy was incoherently babbling and grunting in his frantic passion as my tongue continued to move into him, just as I had hoped for. He was like putty in my hands, unable to think, unable to resist. I could have fucked him, even fisted him, and he wouldn’t have stopped me.
He was delirious, filled with those hormones his lust-button made his brain produce ‘en mass’.
As I now began to tonguefuck Jeremy’s hole in earnest, the black man was in a whole different world. He'd had guys rim his ass before and he'd enjoyed the rasping of another dude's tongue against his hole, but no one had ever tried to fuck his virgin arse-ring with his tongue.
This time, however, the experienced porn-star felt he had no control over the situation I played him like a fiddle, used all the tricks in the book to make him plead and beg for more, while he also wanted me to stop my merciless ministrations. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, he felt helpless, powerless, simply overwhelmed by his own raw urges.
The feel of my tongue as it darted up and down, in and out of Jeremy’s anal passage, was the most erotic sensation the black man had ever felt.
Without even thinking, Jeremy lowered his hands to the back of my head and pushed it more tightly against his butt-hole, trying to make my tongue go even deeper up his pussy.
He began jerking my head in a back and forth motion, ramming my tongue even deeper into his hole and then easing it back over and over again, simulating the thrusting motion of a cock reaming his fuck-pit.
"I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum."
Soon his whimpers dissolved into a long shriek of release and his fully engorged cock shot off bolt after bolt of searingly hot man-juice. I pulled back from Jeremy’s arse, sat back, and simply watched the wonder of nature.
The first spurt of Jeremy’s hot eruption splattered my face, covering it in warm sticky semen, hitting my closed eyes, my nose, my wide open mouth, leaving a taste on my tongue, and finally my chin”
Even though Jeremy had just shot one of the largest loads of his life, I wasn't letting him go. Jeremy, beginning to come down from the incredible high of his monster orgasm, had no chance as I now straddled him, sitting down on his overly sensitive cock. He tried to tell me to stop, telling me he'd already emptied his balls, that he just couldn't take any more of the stimulation I was providing so masterfully.
I did not listen. He was still sitting in the chair, and I sat on him, facing him, kissing him, making him forget his reservations. I had cleaned and greased my arse, and for now I relaxed my muscle-ring fully, allowing to slide Jeremy’s fat cock into me without much friction.
I stretched out my body and brought my cum-covered face level with Jeremy's. The actor, to my surprise, began licking up all the cum he had shot previously, another new thing he had never done before, at least not on camera.
As I now started to move, using the muscles in my legs to ride my stallion, Jeremy was still in that blissful zone where the hot intensity of his arousal had been followed by the ecstasy of relief and now he was feeling at total peace with the world, slowly replaced by newly inflamed lust.
Again, he felt the emotional roller-coaster of loosing control to a younger guy, a mere boy playing with him like a sex-toy, taking him by storm.
When Jeremy now started licking the cum off my face, I slowly opened my eyes.
"Phil," he marvelled, "that is fantastic. What you did was incredible, and now you even top it."
At that moment, I broke the kiss and raised myself off Jeremy’s legs. He knew that now the real ride would begin.
"You are one hell of a lover," he told me grinning, his eyes twinkling, remembering the pleasures he'd just experienced.
"Why, thank you, Jer," I smiled back impishly. "You're pretty damn good yourself."
With that I started to tighten my arse-ring like a vice-grip, massaging his cock with new vigour, making Jeremy grunt out in surprise. I know he thought I was an inexperienced fuck, but this had already changed. Now he realised I was well versed in the art of sex, able and willing to give him another taste of my experience. I wanted to enslave him, wanted him to crave for me, wanted him to call me when back in England.
I had been sucking him off, and now I fucked myself up and down on his magnificent manhood, but one thing was clear: I was the master, he was the slave. I was the one who used a sextoy, his hard-on, to fulfil my needs, he was just experiencing what I permitted him to feel.
I took my time. Jeremy was delirious, his cock as hard as steel, his hands were roaming, fondling me in all the right places. We were a sweaty mess, a sight to behold, the ultimate vision of sex.
I knew the cameras were rolling, but I also knew I would be in control as to whether or not the footage found it’s way into the shops.
I closed my eyes and gave Jeremy an unspoken order to take control. I wanted to let go, I wanted to get fucked harder than ever before, and I knew by now all he wanted was just to make me scream in lust.
In a surprise move he stood, holding me in his strong arms, on his strong dick, holding me in a tight embrace, never breaking his kiss.
He walked the few steps forward and laid me on the dining-table, just like the actors in the old video had done, but this time I felt no pain, no hard surface in my back, all I felt was the incredible wave of lust as Jeremy started his assault.
His thick dickhead worked my prostate until I screamed in lust. I did not even know it was me. All the other fucks had ended when he started to ream my arse, everyone was watching for a moment.
He was an expert, but even he could not hold back much longer after the intense foreplay we shared. Within mere minutes he made me grunt, scream out my lust, cum in huge squirts, coat my abs and chest and face with a fresh layer of white semen, mixing with his, with the already drying sign of his lust.
When I came, my arse-ring tightened, massaging Jeremy’s cock one last time, making him cum like never before. I felt him shoot into me, and I wrapped my legs around him, made my arse milk him dry. This was my private moment, even though the cameras captured it, and I was not planning to waste the hot cum to film another money-shot, I wanted Jeremy to fill my arse.
He collapsed on me, spent, breathing hard. We were both glistening in sweat and cum, both panting from a long hard ride.
I looked up to the clock mounted on the wall. We had fucked more than thirty minutes, without anyone yelling ‘CUT!’, and I kissed his lips in a gesture of appreciation. He, however, kissed me back with a tenderness that was surprising. I think that experienced fucker, that well known pornstar, that magnificent black athlete fell for me, maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe overwhelmed from all those hormones we had produced.
However, I earlier had made up my mind. He would certainly be seeing me again.