Start of a Rent Boy: Chapter 1

It was with some trepidation that I mounted the stairs to Paul's flat for what was to be my first "paying" client. Paul was relying on the fact I looked several years younger than my real age, I'm small and slim and then had long "girly" hair. Paul had briefed me that this guy liked "boys" so I should pretend to be younger than the legal age and should say I'd never had sex before. I was trembling as Paul opened the door and showed me through to the lounge where the guy was already sitting waiting. He was I would guess in his 50's, tall with greying hair, stocky but not fat and looked smartly dressed. As soon as he said hello I could tell he was well spoken and I should say well educated. He patted the settee and suggested I sit next to him so we could "get to know each other". I sat there while Paul tactfully left the room and my heart skipped a beat when he immediately put his hand on my thigh and slid it up to feel my groin! He wasn't going to waste any time, but then he'd been told by Paul that I was looking to earn money from sex!

He asked my age and I lied as agreed. He checked me out by asking what form I was in at school but I wasn't dumb enough to fall for that and made that up too. He asked if I played any sport and I told the truth but lied again, consistently, about what team I was in. All the time he was confidently undoing my belt and trousers, unzipping me, pushing my underpants to one side and exposing my cock which was now springing to attention. I didn't need to act the part, I was embarassed and shaking with fear and shame. He put his other arm round my shoulders consolingly as his hand continued to push my clothes down to get a clearer view of my privates, well, not so private any longer I guess! He was asking if I'd ever done this before and was I scared. I lied in saying Id never done it before but I told the truth when I said I was scared and the trembling in my voice made it sound authentic.

He told me to stand up facing him astride his feet and pulled down my pants and trousers round my ankles stroking my cock as he did so. He reached up and undid a couple of shirt buttons then told me to hold my arms up. As I obeyed he quickly lifted my shirt and sweater over my head so I was standing naked except for the clothes round my ankles. I was almost passing out now from shame and fear so I didnt need to act about it being my first time. I looked down as he undid his own belt and fly, pushed down his trousers and and stroked a limp looking brown wizened member. He grabbed hold of my arm, moved me to one side, then bent me smartly across his lap so I had to put out my hands to stop my face falling hard on the seat beside him.

He said nothing but I could feel his cold hands stroking my buttocks. My breath was coming in short pants as I almost panicked about what he was going to do next. I could feel my own cock hard against his thigh and I could feel his member starting to move against my tummy. I yelped as I felt the sharp sting of his hand againt my tender ass. His cock got harder against my belly. Whack again! I yelped as I felt his cock grow some more. Again and again and again till his cock was hard against my belly and my own was hard on his thigh. "Had enough boy! Ready to be fucked?" I nodded. Whack, again even harder. I yelped in pain and surprise. "Beg for it, beg to be fucked!" "P...Please" I murmured..."F...Fuck me!"

He chuckled and I felt a familiar cold senstaion around my anus and knew, though I knew I shouldnt admit it, that he was lubing me up. "W....What are you doing" I asked but my words turned into a squeal of pain as his finger invaded my still tight little hole. I gasped and yelled without any need for pretence while he worked in first one finger then two. If I yelled too much he delivered another stinging slap to my already tender buttocks with the gruff words "beg boy beg!" Each time he slapped I felt his cock pulse against my belly.

Finally I was either expanded to his satisfaction or the slapping had aroused his cock sufficiently that he judged I was ready. "Stand up!" I obeyed shaking genuinely. He made me shuffle round to the back of the settee, not easy with my pants and trousers round my ankles, and pushed me roughly over so my hands were on the seat. I barely felt his cock head on my anus before he pushed hard and made me shriek in pain. He was in and fucking hard and my eyes were watering in pain. It didnt last long, with a groan he was there and I could already feel him going limp.

He stood back gasping for breath as I glanced back over my shoulder to see his tool already hanging limp. His face contorted, "wicked wicked boy". I knew what was coming, his hand fell again and again on my stinging ass. I sobbed with pain until finally he stopped panting for breath. He pulled up his tousers, zipped up, and walked out of the room without a word. I rummaged around for my clothes and heard voices in the hall then heard the front door open and close. Paul came back into the room smiling at my tear stained face.

"You did well" he said "he was convinced you are under age and it was your first time. Did he hurt you much?" I shook my head feeling my ass burning hot as I stood there. Paul pulled me round "oh boy, poor david" he said viewing my red cheeks. "Did he make you cum"...I shook my head tearfully again. He shrugged "thats the price of paid sex, you have to make it nice for the client even if you suffer yourself". He took my cock gently in his hand "lets make you forget the pain shall we?"