After a last deep intense kiss, with his tongue deep in my willing and open mouth, he gave me a last hard slap on my naked and just used ass. I still feel the hard cock deep inside, pumping, in me as if I am nothing more than that. A fuckable tight, hungry, male cunt. I closed the door behind him, pour a glass of bourbon and jump back under the still warm blankets of my bed. When I take my first sip of the divine fluid I flush the salty taste of his cum from my mouth. It was a large load, filling me just twenty minutes ago. I love to swallow it after feeling his cock deep in my ass. Love the taste and swallow every drop. I am completely satisfied and will certainly get a good job review, with a nice salary raise and high bonus at the end of the year.
I am a twenty-five year old ICT consultant. Working a few days per week with the team at the office. The other days I am at meetings with customers or, as today, work from home. An hour ago I received a mail from my boss that he wanted to discuss the progress on my project. I knew what that means. I quickly showered, cleaned my ass and waited for a nice hot afternoon job. My boss was going to fuck me.
I have a nice little loft apartment, in the old harbor area in the middle of the city. An old refurbished warehouse with a view over the river. A block with over a hundred tenants. Expensive but just affordable, or for me just not-affordable. As a single good looking boy I love my three daddy's. Besides my boss, three floors down, there is a retired grey nice gentlemen and around the corner is the owner of a men's clothing store. I am there lover boy. I receive them at my place, please them, get fucked and enjoy some other benefits from them. All are goodlooking, older, married men. Nice talks, after the hot encounter and a lot of attention from them at my place, in my bed. I love my daddies.
Then there is my kinky side. Real top fuckers, who now what they want and how to get it. We never talk, it is just raw gay male sex and I am the male cunt they use. My personal trainer at the gym, a black stud with a big cock fucking my ass after every exercise in the massage room. Or before my private free classes, saving the contribution in the top class gym. Two gay men living together in the suburbs of the town. I go to their places, undress and get used. Ending with a cock in my mouth, ass or in both at the same time. And leave, without a word and with some additional money in my wallet. We never talk about it and I love it, this is what I am. Nothing extreme, just a boy who need it. Getting used by my dominant daddies, and love the benefits.
The last tribe are my drifters, meeting them in the park, toilets or arranged via the internet at their places. One time short encounters, sometimes very disappointed experiences with fakers, but always the thrill of knocking at a door, entering a house, undress, offering my mouth or ass and leave without any contact other than body parts and fluids mixing together. They are my last resort when I really need it. A horny slut at night available for quick, dirty and easy sex.
I keep the different sex encounters fully separated and love it this way. I am the bottom sexual addicted boy, I need it every day or at least three times per week. And I get it whenever I want it. I Love it and enjoy my tribes of men and the love of them of my sacred and beautiful body. Not a sixpack but more a skinny, young boy.
Between sex, work and the gym there are my friends and family. My mother who always tries to get me married, my father who just want to sit, drink a beer and watch sport. My brother and sisters who are married and have children. And talk about family live every second. And there is my friend group, sport, drinks and fun. They all think I am the hetero boy next door who helps the older tenants in the elevator to carry their groceries. They think I am waiting to find the right girl and get married. And I wanted it to stay it this way for ever. I am a sex addicted gay bottom boy, playing the hetero male waiting for the right girl next door. Just fuck me and I will be yours, for a few minutes.
My problem is that it is an expensive way of living. Every month is tight, there are no savings, no pension plan, no expensive health insurance as I spent my money on my condo, internet, parties, clothes, liquor and condoms. After two years of work without one day off I needed a real break. I want a free and expensive holiday, with a lot off parties, sun and men to please me. My employer said that if I would not use my days off I would lose them after three years. I searched for a break. I decided to look for a filthy rich, goodlooking daddy, who is willing to offer me a free holiday. Spending money on me. I found a sugar daddy on the net. He showed me some pictures. I showed my body. We talked and agreed to meet for a three week period.
Four weeks later I was picked up by a limousine for a drive to the airport. I was told not to take any luggage with me as my 'sponsor' want to dress me the way he likes it. We stopped, on the way to the airport, at one of the expensive male clothing shops in town. I was dressed, by an older gay shopkeeper, with a nice blue jacket, slim grey polo shirt, chino pants and brown leather shoes. My old jeans, T-shirt, leather jacket and sneakers, disappeared in the bin, together with my image as a rocker. Next stop was the barber, my hair was cut, my skin shaved. My passport, credit card and phone where my only possession when I stepped in the still waiting car. In two hours I was a complete stranger for myself, another, younger, smoother boy. It felt as being naked and vulnerable. I am no longer the rough looking tough young man I wanted to be. I look as a neat young shy boy.
'You like a glass of champagne, sir,' the older flight attendant asked me with a big smile on his face. For the first time in my live a man asked this to me in a way that I knew he wanted to take me to the toilet, take his pants down and use me. It felt great, being admired as a young female chick on her high heels, tight short skirt showing her full body. He wanted me. It was clear for him that I am a fuckable boy, he looked at me if I was naked and ready to be used, like all the female chickies on the disco floor. I loved it,
'Thank you,' I said when he brought it, smiling as a real young fuckable bitch. Teasing him with a smile and a touch of his hand.
After three hours I arrived at an airport. At the gate there was a man carrying a sign with my name. I introduced myself. He took me to his cab. I sat on the backseat and he started his motor. I opened my phone to send some messages. The battery and the sim card where gone and my wallet was empty, the previous limousine driver did more than driving his car and taking care of my luggage. The doors closed with a loud click in the silent car. The driver smiled in the mirror. After a short ride he stopped at an electric fence. When it opened we drove further to a large mansion. The diver opened the door. I got out and he drove off. I walked to the door and pushed the bell. Waiting, alone, in the sun, without any luggage, for a few minutes. I started to feel uncomfortable. The fence behind me was high, closed and I was waiting too long to be comfortable. The cage was closed behind me. A man opened the door. Grey hair, sunglasses, brown skin and a well trained body under his skirt. He was a feet taller, muscled below his shirt and around fifty.
'This way.'
