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The Porn-star and me.
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… Rather than fucking me like the wild man he had been before, he took my ass gently. Slowly working that huge 10-inch cock into my boy cunt. Letting me get used to its girth. Before tenderly making long and loving strokes in and out my hole. Letting his hands wander playfully over my back and shoulders. Whispering dirty words to me and moaning softly. That did not last. After a few minutes, his hands had found a tight grip on my neck and shoulders. He rammed himself with all his might in me. And I was loving it …

Okay, I may be getting ahead of the story a bit. Let me tell you what happened. After having met Tony on that train back from Amsterdam I was a changed man. I dressed and acted differently. I was much more assertive. I had even joined a gym, and went to a tanning salon every other week. Just so I could be more like my new role model. And that paid off. No longer the timid little guy, I had a new friend every weekend. And I did not care. I just made sure I enjoyed myself and unloaded a couple of times before I sent the boys back home to their mommies.

Tony’s leather jacket was a huge part of the new image. I even went out and bought me some other leather gear and cowboy boots. In his jacket, Tony had left me his mobile phone and other personal stuff. He called me a couple of times a week. We would have long discussions about nothing. Yet I learned that he was a professional callboy. He was 12 years older than me, and his grandparents were of Italian descent. Hence his macho tanned look and black hair. The leather outfit he gave me after our wild fuck on the train was just another costume to him. To me, it was much more than that. Although I never wore all the leather gear at once in public. I combined it with other clothes. So as not to come across like a complete leather queer. But when I entered a room the gay boys would notice me now. And that wasn’t the case before.

It had been a couple of months now since Tony had used me roughly on that train from Amsterdam. But he told me several times over the phone that he felt something for me. I was flattered of course, but I thought to myself that he would probably say that to all the other guys he fucked around with. Then again, he did leave me all the great leather stuff and even his money clip and his phone. You don’t do that if you… Well, needless to say, I was a bit confused by the whole situation. He told me several times that he would come to visit me when he was nearby. A week ago, after he told me again that he may visit me, I finally gave him my actual address. That surprised the shit out of Tony. He even dropped his phone.

“Peet… Do you really want me?… want me too?… hmmm… I…”, he stammered after he picked the phone back up from the floor.

“I sure do boss… I still have a lot to learn. You could be my perfect teacher! And as I told you before, I do love your leather-clad ass, Tony. Although I am wearing your gear with pride… If you need it back then you just tell me. I will get it cleaned for you. Here, let me text you my address so you know in what kind off backwater I live.”, I said with a trembling voice.

“Oh, No! You earned that gear and the rest Peter! You don’t wear the leathers, those leathers wear you! And from the photos you send, I can see that you really enjoy them. You are something special… In fact, I will get some more leather gear just for you! And maybe we can take on a few clients together…”, Tony said with an audible grin in his voice.

“Gosh Tone… I am not sure about that… I sill have a lot to learn. And being some other guys bitch… No… I don’t think I can. Sorry.”, I answered.

“No! Two masters fucking the crap out of a dirty little paying pig. Guys gag for stuff like that. They want to be treated like shit…”, said Tony resolute.

“Well, you will have to teach me how to do that than…”, I stammered scared.

“Fuck boy, I bet you give as well as you take! At least you did not say no…”, he laughed.

I told Tony; “Next week the carnival is in town. And there is a Chopper day as well… I am going to enjoy myself a couple of days. Looking at bikes… well, let’s face it… I am going to look at bikers…”, I grinned. And wondered if he would bite.

“Dirty little pig! It’s a date… I will see you there. Can I spend the weekend with you?”, asked Tony boldly of me.

“I’d love that, Tony. It’s a date… Now if you excuse me… My balls need draining. I am fucking hot now! See you Sir…”, I panted horny as fuck.

“Enjoy stud… Leave some for me!”, Tony laughed.

I put on the leather chaps, my new harness and cowboy boots. Snapped a couple of hot pictures, while I jerked off. Played with a 12-inch black dildo and send the photo’s to Tony along with my address. I could not believe my luck. Was he really going to come over in a couple of days? Would there be some truth in his feelings for me? Or was this just a power play, leaving me feeling hurt and empty at the end?
Liking the idea, and still being very cautious. I did not want to get my hopes up too high. But, at the same time, I could see myself being with a tough Italian muscle god like Tony.

Tony’s response was quick. He sent me back a video-link. The hot video was a personal message to me. Showing me around his huge home. Giving me some instructions, fashion-tips and talking about his sexual likes and dislikes. He also showed clips of him dominating his clients. Fucking the crap out of them. He was a rough fucker! And those guys could only beg for more! All fucking hot stuff and giving me a full and personal inside about him. Strangely enough, I did not mind him fucking other guys. Although, I’d rather he’d fucked me instead. Or even taking me along to join him. I could see what he meant when he said he wanted me on the job with him. And I could actually see myself doing that… someday…

My balls nicely drained, I took a shower and grabbed me some dinner. That evening I watched Tony’s movie several more times before I decided to go to bed.
The week went by far too slowly. I could not wait until I saw Tony again. Tony left me a message saying that he would see me on Thursday or Friday evening. He had a couple of clients in the area that day. Thursday was the day of the custom chopper canlı kaçak iddaa day as well. So I imagined some biker daddy’s had booked him for a kinky hotel rump.

The week’s events would start on Wednesday. The bi-annual farmers market, the traveling carnival, and some live music events drew me out. I had taken the rest of the week off work. So I was free to do as I liked. The carny folk had been busy setting up the rides. I was drawn to one particular skinhead-trailer-trash dude. He worked at the bumper-cars. And his trailer was parked behind it. During the week he had noticed me looking at him too. In the days leading up to the festivities, he even waved and wanted me to come over. I smiled and played hard to get.

On Thursday I put on my light blue jeans, my cowboy boots and the leather biker jacket over a skintight white polo-shirt. Put on my mirror sunglasses and smiled as I walked past the mirror in the hallway. “That’s a fucking tough look Peety! Go get some ass boy!”, I thought to myself.
Not sure how drunk I would get that day, I decided to walk to the city center from my apartment complex. It was a nice day. And Bikers from all over the region had descended on our town to visit the custom chopper day. A lot of people made the same walk to the city center. The sidewalks and streets were extremely busy.

At a pedestrian crossing on one of the major roads into town, we had to stop to cross the busy street. A nasty biker pushed his way past the crowd behind me. He was going to cross the street without looking. Without thinking I grabbed the back of his color and pulled him back onto the sidewalk. And not a moment too soon. Or he would have been hit by a heavy truck racing past way to fast.

“You… Fucking Asshole… Piece of shit… What the fuck do you think you’re doing!”, the nasty drunk biker guy shouted extremely angry. He raised his fists at me. And started to kick and scream.

“You’re welcome!… If it wasn’t for me you’d be a goner!…”, I said indifferently. “Look at the traffic man!…”.

“I’ll… What the Fuck!… I’ll get you for this. You, dirty bag of shit!”, he shouted as he noticed the other people around him. And then looking at the cars racing by.

“I bet that sobered you up a bit?”, I smiled at him. “Let’s cross the street when the light is green… That’s much safer. It may even save your ass…”. The people around us started to laugh loudly. That through the biker off guard.

“Faggot!”, he shouted at me as I started to cross the street.

“Proud… and you know it…”, I answered under my breath without looking back at him. I had noticed the small leather-pride flag pin on his gear. So I knew he was part of the club.

On the way to one of the squares in town, I thought I had seen Tony. But as soon as I took a better look in his direction he was gone. Wondering if my brain started to play tricks on me I dove into one of my favorite bars for a snack and the first drink of the day. I met up with some of my friends and we had a nice time there. The music wasn’t really to my liking though. So I drank up and headed back out. Again I thought I saw the back of Tony. But when I walked over to him it turned out to be some other guy. “Okay, This has to stop Peety!”. I thought to myself. “Tone said he would call once he was done. So just enjoy the rest of the day! You’ll see him soon enough.”.

I looked at the custom choppers, heavy bikes, vintage cars, and trucks. Well,… and of course at all the men in their kinky black leather gear. Enjoying a chat and a beer or two. Heck, I even got myself invited to ride in the bike parade with a burly biker daddy on his trike. So far I enjoyed the events very much. After the parade, I found myself at the carnival. Bought me some tokens for the bumper-cars and took them for a spin along the track. When the carny-worker saw me he jumped on the back of my bumper car and I chauffeured him around for a bit.

He climbed in next to me and put an arm around my back as we gave the rest of the riders hell. Bumping into them and pushing them around. He had a good time and so did I. He even started to boldly stroke my bulge as he whispered in my ear; “Let’s go, I know a nice quiet spot behind here. I want to play bumper-cars on your ass…”. He got out of the bumper-car and I followed him to the back of the ride. The nasty biker guy had been watching us from the side of the ride. In fact, I had seen him following me around everywhere I went that day.

Between the back of the bumper-car ride and the trailer, there was a nice ‘quiet’ spot out of sight of onlookers. We kissed and fooled around a little. The skinhead was gagging for a good fuck. But I was having none of it. Today I was feeling more a top than a bottom. And I roughly pushed him to his knees.

“Suck on that!”, I ordered the carny sternly, as I whipped my ringed dick out of my button jeans. He looked at me in surprise and he took it all. I pulled out and hit my dick on his face. He spat on it and stuck his tongue out. Grabbing his ears I face-fucked him. Pushing the now rock hard toy past his tonsils into his throat. He started to gag and gurgle. I let him catch his breath and then shoved my cock back in. “That’s right!… Take it!… You’re doing fine… Get it nice and wet dude… Suck that prick… Get me nice and hard… I’ll fuck your brains out… And your ass is next, bitch!… Cause that’s what you want, isn’t it?”, I told the carny.

“NO!… “, he shouted surprised. “I am not a bitch boy!… You’re going nowhere near my hole.”.

“We’ll see about that… “, I commanded him. Pulled him off the ground and bend him over. Ripped his bleached spotted pants open. Giving me just enough access to his asshole. I pinned him onto the table and fucked him as roughly, hard and deeply as Tony had done in the train home from Amsterdam. And oddly enough I was enjoying it. Normally I was a bottom. But topping this trailer trash had gotten me in a frenzy. I was not going to pull out until I was ready to cum. I was about to start pumping this dudes ass when I got pulled off him by the nasty biker guy. The asshole had followed us back here and had nothing good in mind. He flung me over a chair and shoved his little 5-inch cock up my hole. He ordered the disappointed skinhead to fuck my face as he drilled me roughly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re canlı casino doing asshole?”, shouted the surprised skinhead angry as he pushed the biker off me.

“I heard you needed some help with this one, dickhead…”, shouted the nasty biker back.

The two started to fight. Fists were flying. Boots were kicking. And I stood there watching the two fight over me. I laughed out loud. And kicked the biker between his legs. At that moment Tony walked in on us.

“Are You okay Peet?”, he asked quickly as he grabbed the biker and through him headfirst into the trailer wall. He placed him on the table and whipped his 10-incher out. The skinhead was deeply impressed by its size. It quickly and painfully disappeared in the nasty bikers ass. Tony gave us the task of pinning the biker down as he did him good. “Give me a ten-count, boys!”, ordered Tony after a while. We counted back from 10 to zero. At that moment he pulled out. Pushed the biker to the ground. And gave him the nastiest facial we had ever seen.

Tony kicked the nasty biker out of our hiding spot. “Leave my boy alone!… Or you’ll never ride again!”, he shouted as the biker made his retreat. I kissed and hugged Tony. Looked over at the Skinhead trailer trash. Grabbed him behind his head and pushed him to the ground. “Suck Sir Tony clean boy!”, I ordered. And he complied with pleasure. He could not deep-throat him. But he sure did please Tony. I watched the two go at it for a while. As Tony face-fucked him he gave me instructions to pump the carny’s ass. I pulled the guy’s ass up off the ground, ripped his pants open wider. And railed him, like there would be no tomorrow. Shoving the skinhead deeper and faster over Tony’s big cock.

“Let us switch places, Tony!… I bet you want some of this too!”, I moaned at him. Tony grabbed my leather jacket and bent forward to kiss me deeply. “I love you!”, he whispered with a dirty glint in his eyes. “Save your load for tonight!… It’s all mine boy!”, he moaned.

The carny got spit-roasted very roughly. But he was the only one that shot his load. We kissed the trashy dude goodbye and left arm in arm. As we left, the skinhead called to us; “We should do that again sometime.”.

Tony looked at me and laughed. He shouted back at the guy; “You can’t afford us, bitch boy!”.

We walked to a quiet spot next to the funfair. I notice Tony was looking me up and down. Nodding approvingly at everything he saw.
“You are looking good Peter… Have you been working out?… Nice to finally meet up with you again.”, said Tony to me.

“You’re not so bad your self Sir… God, I looked forward to this day… My ass is yours!”, I whispered.

“Your ass will have to wait a while longer. I’ll see you around 7 pm if that’s okay… Got some more work to do… Dinner date… But I suspect that it’s more date than dinner…”, he said with a dirty grin and a wink.

“Okay…”, I said somewhat disappointed. However, I recovered quickly; “Shell I get us something to eat, what would you like?”. Knowing that this was how he made his money. “After that fuck, I could sure use a shower and something to eat myself.”, I said to him.

“Ah… Smart guy!… Right, I could go for some Chinees takeaway. 7 at your place? Is it okay if I spend the rest of the weekend with you, boy?”, asked Tony.

I said nothing. I just looked him lovingly in his brown eyes. And he looked back at me stroking my leather jacket.

I winked at him. “Go and do your thing boss… Some hot food and my ass will be waiting for you…”, I sighed in anticipation. I remembered the money clip and his phone. He had left it in the biker jacket he had given me as a gift a few months back. I wasn’t comfortable keeping them. It was way too much money to be just a gift. Tony pushed my hands back. But I insisted. Without saying a word Tony nodded and took his money back. But told me to keep the mobile phone. He leaned forward and pressed a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. “I really love you peter…”, he sighed. “See you tonight, stud!”, he said as he slapped my tight ass.

We each went our separate way. Knowing that tonight would be one to remember. After a few more beers with some friends, I made my way home. The Chinees restaurant was a little out of my way, but I made it home in plenty of time. Jumped in the shower while I kept the food warm in the oven. And setting the table, after dressing in my new leather jeans and a denim shirt with cutoff arms. On the bedside table, I had placed some sex toys, condoms, and lube. And I laid out the chaps and the harness. Not knowing how kinky things would get, but hoping for it anyway.

At 10 after 7 I heard a heavy motorbike stop in front of the apartment complex. It was Tony in full leather gear. He grabbed his weekend bag and waved at me. Gesturing that he was hungry. I quickly unlocked the door. He pushed himself in, even before I had fully opened up the door. Pressing me to the wall and grinding his hips to mine. Wildly licking, sucking and kissing my face. It felt like he was going to do me right then and there.

I found my footing and pushed him with one almighty shove to the other side of the hallway. Kicking the door closed behind us I kissed him passionately. We both started to breathe heavy. But as soon as it had started it was over. “Tony, Sir… Give it a rest. We have the whole weekend ahead of us… I have some dinner in the oven…”, I said out of breath to my master lover.

“And that…, Peter, That is why I say I love you.”, he said wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Here, let me take your coat, Sir!”. I said. He took his heavy biker jacket off and handed it to me. “The toilet is through here if you want to freshen up. And you can drop your bag in the bedroom. The place ain’t big. But I am sure we can make it work…”, I said to Tony. He walked into the bedroom and dropped the bag next to the bed. Looking at the toys on the bedside table he placed some leather handcuffs and rope next to my stuff. It made me shiver. Giving me a dirty grin, as he looked over to me. He through the condoms away. “We won’t be needing these tonight…”, he said with a wink. “Let’s eat, boy… or do you want to fuck first?…”.

“Nah… let us eat something first. You’d said your hungry…”, I told Tony.

“Yeah, when your right, you are right. After dinner I’d like to take a quick shower too.”, kaçak casino he said as he gave me another quick loving kiss. I looked at him and wondered about how softly spoken he was now. Much differently then I had ever seen him before. Tony saw me thinking. Pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. “I missed you, Peet…”. And I saw his eyes turn moist.

“It’s good to be missed…”, I whispered back. “Let’s eat… I bet you like something hot inside you…”, I winked at him. Tony took a moment to process that remark. And then started to laugh profusely.
We set down and I dished up the nice Chinese meal. Chatting about everyday stuff like we were an old married couple. It felt all good. As if it was meant to be. And yet…, in the back of my mind, I was still not fully letting my guard down.

“Peter… “, started Tony to ask inquiringly; “you have not asked me about my client…”.

“Well, I figure that it is your business. If you want to tell me you can. But I will never ask something like that of you. That’s between you and your clients. Mind you, I’d much rather you do me…”, I said with a dirty grin. “But, I can’t pay you for your work on my ass…”, I said jokingly.

“Fair enough.”, said Tony, laughing loudly. He reached out and stroked my hand. “Let me jump in the shower and will eat dessert afterward… If that’s okay with you”, asked Tony.

“Sure thing, Tony.”, I answered. Tony got up and he stripped himself in my bedroom. He left the door of the bathroom unlocked. I guess he may have wanted me to join him. But I had something else in mind. I went to the bedroom after Tony had turned on the shower. Undressed and put on the leather chaps and put the harness on. I lubed up my hole and shoved a small black dildo up it. Sat on my hands and knees on the edge of my bed. My ass turned toward the door and awaited my master.

“Now then!… What do we have here?… Look at that!”, said Tony amazed when he got back from the shower. With one hand stroking my buttocks and with the other his cock. It turned hard in an instant. And I feared he was going to take me as painfully as he had done that nasty biker.

Instead, he gently tapped the dildo. Twisting it around a bit and slowly pulling it out and pressing it back in a few times. “Nice lube job, Peet… You know what a guy needs…”, he sighed softly. Pulling the dildo all the way out. He fingered my hole and then rubbed some lube on his monster cock. Softly placing the dickhead at my entrance. Rubbing it up and down my crack before gently penetrating me. Letting my sphincter get used to his size he paused.

This was not what I had come to expect from Sir Tony, the rough master. This was a totally different Tony. Soft and tender. Working my hole. Letting me get used to him. Rubbing his hands over my ass cheeks and back. Caressing my hips as he worked his big dick gently inside. Bending forward kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. Playing with my nipples before reaching around and jerking me off just as tenderly as he was fucking me. We both started to breathe heavier. As he pumped his huge pole inside me. Grabbing first the leather harness and later my neck and shoulders.

But as soon as he had a good grip he lost himself. And wildly split me in two. Pounding my hole. Talking dirty and whipping himself into a frenzy. Pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it roughly back in. I moaned and screamed my head off. But I was loving it. He yanked me up by my harness. Wrapping his muscular arm tight around my chest and neck. And with the other reaching around milking my cock. Pumping his cock balls-deep in my aching hole. Pushing me flat on the bed he lay with his full weight on top of me. Railing my ass wildly.

And yet I managed to role us both over. I jumped up. Standing next to the bed I stood between his legs. I pulled his ass to the edge of the bed. And without a second thought penetrated the master’s ass with my own cock. Pumping him as he had just done to me. Giving him the first full load of the night.

His eyes wide, looking at me in full disbelieve. His arms stretched out beside him. This was a new one for Tony. He was a full-on top. Normally he would have kicked the crap out of any other guy. But he let me do it.

“You did say you wanted something hot inside you… Now, didn’t you? Sir Tony.”, I said with a mean grin. I pulled his legs up. Dove between his cheeks and rimmed him clean. He pushed my cum back out on my command. And I fed it back to him when I lay on top of him.

Tony was flabbergasted. But he was loving the treatment. He had never experienced this before. In all of his years of professional callboy, he never had a role reversal like this. As I lay on top of him he started to hug me. Reaching back I put his dick back in my asshole. I road him gently. Pulling a bedsheet over us. We fucked and cuddled each other for ages that way. I whispered all the right words to him. It made him crazy horny, and he shot a load of cum deep in my gut. Turning me over, he kept fucking me with long deliberate strokes. Pumping his cum even deeper inside. Making whipped cream. Before eating me out.

When he was done he lay next to me. Placing my head on his big arms he pulled the bedsheet back over us as we kissed. Looking in full admiration at me. He said; “Peter…, If you keep this up I will never leave again… Man, you’re something special… You really are.”.

“Damn boy…”, he said after a while; “I feel like I have to pay you for that… Shit man, that was nice.”, he said fully out of breath.

“Never mind, Tony… I’ll take it out of your ass tonight. And tomorrow you can take me leather shopping in Amsterdam.”, I said with a dirty wink.

“Now, how about that dessert you wanted?”, I asked him. I swiftly twisted around and teabagged Tony. He licked my nuts as I bent over to suck his monster cock as deep as I could manage. Riding his throat I gave him a second load. Deep inside his mouth this time. He followed my lead. Pressing my head to his balls as he pumped another load inside my mouth as I fingered his ass. Tony pumped the small dildo back up my hole. And I cleaned his dick and balls of every last drop of sperm.

After a 15 minute rest together we got back up. We showered and poured ourselves some stiff drinks. On the couch, we cuddled up wearing nothing but our leather jackets. Watching a hardcore leather porn Tony had made a few years back. Talking about the future. And where we could go from here. Because it was sure this would last.

I was his boy. He was my man. We were both in love. And we were both loving it!

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