It was a damp, cold, rainy night before Christmas. A young gentleman in his early 30s entered a little tavern near Covent Garden. But he did not come there for drinks; instead, he was quietly led to the third floor of the building.
Benedict Bridgerton knocked. The door opened. Standing right in front of Benedict was a young man who did not wear anything, exposing his slender build. The piercing eyes of the male prostitute gazed at Benedict for a moment, then he stepped aside, inviting Benedict to come in.
“Are you certain you really want to do this?” Remy, the guy said with a rather demanding tone.
Benedict paused for a moment.
“To be completely honest, I do not know. But right now, I feel this is something I would like to try.”
“In case you want to stop…”
“Then you will still receive the payment in full.” Benedict assured him.
“Good. Now take off your clothes.”
That was rather direct, but Benedict did not protest.
Slowly, Benedict undressed. He put his coat down on a little stool next to a little table. When he removed his shirt, the light from the candles hit the well-toned muscles on his upper body. Benedict’s broad shoulders and firm, smooth chest glowed in the orange tint of the dimly lit room.
Then came his breeches.
Remy had been with quite a great deal of clients, and he had to admit to himself that Benedict’s body was rather impressive. His thick thighs clearly showed that Benedict was a man of regular athletic training. And between high thighs, oh such a fortunate man! His meaty part, even when it was flaccid, still had a decent size that stimulated desire. And his balls. They were really big indeed!
“Stand still!” Remy commanded. He stepped right beside Benedict and wrapped his arms around this tall, muscular man, breathing in the scent of his soft, smooth skin.
“You look just like a Roman statue I saw recently.” Remy whispered as he gently touched Benedict’s nipples, his fingers spread out in an attempt to measure the size of the man’s pecs.
“Thank you for your compliment.” Benedict replied with his low, sensual voice. His hands started wandering from Remy’s hair to his back, his torso, his arms.
Remy held the balls of Benedict in his hand. They were quite heavy. His cock began to wake up and stiffened.
“Let me please you first.”
While still caressing Benedict’s balls, Remy opened his mouth and closed it around Benedict’s cock, which had been pumped with so much hot blood to become rock hard and veinous. Once inside Remy’s mouth, his cock grew bigger and bigger and almost choked him. Remy released it for a gasp of air, and imprinted his mind with the shiny red glans of Benedict’s cock, which was fully covered with Remy’s saliva.
Remy continued licking, then sucking Benedict’s manhood. He looked up to see Benedict’s handsome face, which beamed with pleasure. His eyes were closed, his lips looked like he was about to utter some naughty words. Remy wrapped his hands on Benedict’s bottom. It was so round, firm and cool. Remy couldn’t help squeezing it.
Remy could carry on forever, but today he was meant to do some other duties. He stood up and told Benedict: “Get on the bed.”
Benedict nodded. He climbed on the bed, but seemed a little bit confused about what he would do next.
“Kneel. There.” Remy instructed him. “Put your arms down here, on the pillow, if that makes you comfortable.”
Remy stepped on the bed. He sat right behind Benedict’s big round bottom. Benedict’s gigantic cock was once again firmly in Remy’s hand, being pulled back from under his waist. After servicing the cock and the balls for a few minutes, Remy gently parted Benedict’s thick arse, revealing his small little hole.
Remy spit on it, one of his fingers circled around Benedict’s back door to spread the saliva. Then he pressed inside.
Benedict squirmed.
Remy massaged Benedict’s impressively large back and played a little with his hanging sausage to relax him. Then he tried again, with one finger.
“Ooh!” Benedict let out a soft sound from his mouth. But he did not protest. Lowering his head down to the pillow and raising his bottom an inch higher, he tacitly accepted Remy’s authority to perform the next step.
Remy’s probing fingers, two fingers to be exact, thrusted inside Benedict’s hole. Remy thought to himself: “How lovely is that his hole was so small and tight, while his arse was so huge and round.”
A bit more spit. A bit deeper the two fingers moved. Benedict’s body had never felt so invaded before. Three fingers brushed inside his “virgin” hole. Benedict’s heart beat faster, his breath became heavy. He was afraid, but he was also enthusiastic about what would come next. He had never felt these things before, and although this experience was so unusual, he did not want it to stop.
“If you want to say no…” Remy asked.
“Please. Fuck me.” Benedict cocked his head a little to the left to tell Remy, then he buried it in the pillow, and held his breath. He had completely submitted himself to Remy.
And it happened. Remy’s erect cock pushed inside Benedict’s entrance.
Benedict grasped some air with a bit of shock. Now, Remy’s cock was moving inside him, forward, backward, forward, backward. What a strange feeling! It was intense gratification when Remy’s penis pressed inside Benedict, swirling around, messing him up. But it also reminded Benedict of the feeling when he needed to relieve himself of excrement as the cock went back and forth in his hole.
“Ah, ah, aah!”
Benedict’s soft moans became more and more rushed, as Remy penetrated him harder and harder from behind. His cock was half erect, dangling like a pendulum as his whole body was consumed by electrifying movements. It was a mixture of shock and awe, as a foreign body organ pounded against his bottom and reached places that had never been touched before. It was a mixture of control and submission, as the notorious rake derived pleasure from having his arse pumped.
Remy knew it was coming. He plucked his cock out of Benedict’s ass and sprayed his milk on Benedict’s back. Benedict could feel the hot drops landing on his hot skin. Between his legs, his gaping hole was even hotter.
Benedict got up from his kneeling position. Still feeling pain from his tortured arse, he stroked his cock to make it hard again, and shot.
“Aaaaaaaaah!” Benedict groaned as his semen splashed on the mattress.
“Well, Mr. Bridgerton, you’re not a virgin anymore.” Remy teased.
Benedict laughed. He kissed Remy on his lips. And they slept naked together that night.
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