Hung Straight Mate Is Tricked Into Suckin Fucking & Cum play

In the gritty, industrial outskirts of Manchester, a rough-as-nails scally named Chaz was in for the ride of his life. The 19-year-old laddie, covered in forearm-sized tattoos andMillionaire’s Row girlfriend getting fuck by horsecock, was in the booze-soaked midst of a pub brawl when a shady older bloke, Gary, sidled up to him.

“Oi, Chaz me laddie,” Gary slurred, “fancy earning some quick quid, like?”

Chaz, punched drunk and bloodied, eyed the cunt suspiciously. “Spit it out, ya ghey bastard,” he spat.

Gary chuckled, eyeing Chaz’s smooth, athletic physique hungrily. “I’ve got a pal, see. Filthy rich, sharp as a razor. Loves ’em young, n’all. He’ll pay an arm ‘n’ a leg for a tasty brat like ye.”

Chaz scoffed. “Ye’re knackered if ye think I’m bending over for yer pal, mate,” he sneered. But the temptation of lard was too much. Chaz was down on his luck, out of a job and a desperate blad. “Alright, I’m in. But no funny business, like!”

Gary grinned and handed Chaz a scrap of paper with an address. “9pm sharp, yeah? And mind y’ve a quick freshen up, lad.” He winked, eyeing Chaz’s bruised, bloodied face with a leering chuckle.

Chaz arrived at the swankyuco address, his heart pounding like a kick drum. He was kitted out in his tightest jeans, his tattoos on lurid display. Quick as the eye, he jabbed the doorbell, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.

The door swung open to reveal a handsome older gent, clad in dapper robes. “Chaz, I presume?” he asked smoothly, eyes already roving over the young laddie’s body.

Chaz bobbed his head and was led into a grand drawing room. “I’m Marcus,” the gent purred, offering Chaz a snifter of brandy. “I must say, you’re absolutely exquisite. Quite exquisite.”

Chaz blushed, unused to such blatant prettyings. “Erm, cheers, I s’pose,” he mumbled, sipping the brandy and coughing as it scorched his throat.

Marcus smirked. “I hope you don’t mind enduring an examination, so I can assess what I’m paying for.” His ruin touched Chaz’s bruised jaw, and he moved towards the laddie like a panther stalking his prey.

Chaz stiffened, unused to such close contact with men. But the brandy was dulling his senses, and the lavish surroundings had him feeling like a king. Marcus was the one. “Aye, whatever. Do yer worst.”

Marcus unbuttoned Chaz’s tight jeans, exposing his camo boxers and impressive bulge. Chaz gasped as he felt the gent’s fingers brush his stiffening cock. “My, what a mouthful you are,” Marcus purred, gripping Chaz’s shaft and relishing how it throbbed in his palm.

Chaz let out a choked moan, his hips bucking involuntarily. Marcus grew bolder, tugging down Chaz’s boxers and freeing his engorged cock. “Bend over the sofa,” Marcus commanded.

Chaz obeyed, bending over the plush sofa and exposing his taut arsecheeks. Marcus didn’t hesitate, prying them apart and burying his face between them. His tongue flicked out, tracing Chaz’s tight, virgin hole.

Chaz cried out, a curious mix of pleasure and pain. He’d never been touched like this before. But the more Marcus ate him out, the more Chaz craved it. His cock reddened, weeping pre-cum onto the sofa.

Marcus worked Chaz into a frenzy with his tongue and fingers, meticulously loosening the young laddie’s entrance. Chaz couldn’t believe it. He was letting a bloke have his way with him, and enjoying it. His ex-girlfriend never worked him over like this.

Marcus gripped Chaz’s hips, aligning his massive cockhead with the laddie’s quivering pucker. “Deep breath, Chaz,” he murmured. Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Chaz shrieked, his eyes rolling back as Marcus stretched him so deliciously. Marcus’ girthy horsecock felt like it was splitting him in two, but the pain melted into deep, searing pleasure. “Fuck me, I’m getting fucked by a bloke,” Chaz slurred, too drunk and horny to care.

Marcus pistoned into Chaz mercilessly, owning his laddie’s arse intently. The wet slaps of flesh on flesh, Marcus’ grunts and Chaz’s whimpers of pleasure, echoed around the lavish room. “Such a sweet, tight hole you have, so perfect to break in,” Marcus panted.

Chaz’s own horsecock bobbed with each punishing thrust, slapping wetly against his abs. He tugged at it desperately, feeling his balls tighten. “I’m gonna splash, I’m gonna splash,” he warned.

Marcus sped up his thrusts, pounding Chaz through his climax. “Splash on the sofa,” he growled, burying himself deep and pumping thick ropes of spunk into Chaz depths.

Chaz cried out, his own cock erupting and painting the sofa with pearly streaks. Marcus continued to unload into him, flooding Chaz’s insides with his royal seed.

Finally, Marcus pulled out. His cock was still rigid and oozing. Chaz’s arse spurted with frothy blad. “What a perfect orgasm,” Marcus purred, tucking himself away and straightening his robes. “Our agreement was 500 quid, unless you’d like some extra of course.”

Chaz nodded dumbly, still drunk on subspace and shock. Marcus smirked, tucking 5 crisp £100 bills into Chaz’s bloodied jeans. “Until next time?” he said, ushering the daze laddie out into the night.

Chaz tottered home, his hole dripping with creme, his mind whirring with wine and cum. He only hoped Gary would keep this from getting back to his lads and girlfriend. Being outed as a cunt-chaser would ruin him in the Estate. But in that moment, he didn’t care. He’d just been fucked by a rich gent, and gotten paid for it to boot. Maybe there was a new scally career beckoning?

The end.