Why Do I Do It ?

Literotic asexstories – Why Do I Do It ? by Sean943,Sean943
Why Do I Do It?

I am often asked that question.

My name is Steven, my work name Stevie943, I am often asked why do I do sex work? My boss got me into it, true but not completely; this is my story.

In the beginning there were Dinosaur’s according to anthropologist’s they were gay making them the biggest fuckers in town, that may be how it all started but my first time was somewhat less momentous.

I was at my friend Gordon’s 18th birthday party, I was 19 two weeks before, my birthday party was held in a local park, lots of beer, fast food, excursions behind hedgerows no not for that. It all went well until the Park Police suggested it was time we went home, rain was expected; it didn’t. Gordon’s was a more subdued family house party I didn’t know any of them except his sister Jenny and her college friend Janene.

Gordon’s cousin Ricky and his friend Hector both twenty year old’s were also at the party, cadets in the Royal Military Police College {the feared Red Caps}. They got our undivided attention for their chosen career paths, Gordon and I were in awe with what they would be doing, by contrast, we were ordained by our college work into being boring accountants.

We all had too many beers, vodka’s too when Hector produced a tin off Yorkshire gummies, my first time, we became super confident and relaxed. Original plan was the four of us would sleepover on the floor of Gordon’s bedroom. We all ended up in his bedroom as naked exhibitionists with raging hard-on’s, that’s when Gordon made a pass at me. I fobbed it off he was always doing stupid things like that, Ricky and Hector pissed and high as kites egged us on to bang each other.

We were scared to try it, that’s when Ricky and Hector manhandled us onto a single bed and stared to bang both of us in unison, our first time. It was a quick muted affair because of the gummies and alcohol, but still erotically thrilling, we lay on our backs recovering in a euphoric state of ecstasy. It was then they swapped over and hit us again {a military term}, as we lay facing them this time with our legs hitched over their shoulders. We watched their facial contortions as their climaxes built and built as our bodies twisted and turned in ecstasy, until they unloaded and its drain away.

Remainder of night was blank, until we were woken by Gordon’s mother with morning tea. Ricky and Hector were gone, both of us naked in bed together, bedclothes dishevelled and needing laundered. His mother was horrified, her son was gay, his father said ‘don’t worry about it’; it didn’t help.

I wasn’t frog marched out of the house but felt like it. My sort off first and second time and I couldn’t remember any off it other than having a painful butt. We couldn’t say anything about Hector or Ricky as they would have been kicked out of the Red Caps.

Gordon and I are still good friends and study buddies although not intimate. A college sport was we fill in competition questionnaires to try and win freebies. I won a sponsorship for a student exchange visit to a College in Rimini, Italy. I was excited about winning but couldn’t remember who the sponsor was or for what, not that was important as it was just one of those lifestyle questionnaires.

After I arrived in Rimini went up to my halls of residents room to meet my roommate for the first time, Luca an Italian. He opened the door wearing only skimpy bikini underwear, was my height, short jet black hair, wonderful olive skin and toned body. Room originally a single now fitted out with two almost touching single beds.

My flight was late in, now in catch-up mode for the inaugural pool party meet-up. I went into the shower wet room, normally I am not comfortable striping off in front of strangers the room was small and didn’t have any choice. As I showered Luca stood in the doorway chatting and watching me stripped off and joined me in the shower, normally I would have been uptight about it but it felt ok.

Part of the deal was we to wear the sponsor’s sportswear on campus, Luca gave me my rainbow patterned speedos and matching flip flops. Our sponsor turned out to be a flamboyant Italian LGBT clothing group who were having their annual conference on the College campus. I felt good wearing them, sort of kinky, Luca looked good too.

At the pool about thirty guys were wearing rainbow speedos. Photographer’s had a field day lined us up, Luca and I were off-centre in the front row putting us at the pictorial epicentre. We were also photographed posing normally and erotically, individually and with our roommate, photographs went viral on the web with our bios. Explaining we were selected from a questionnaire that showed we were hiding our sexuality which was holding us back academically.

Luca and I had hit it off from the outset, during the party night one photographer followed us. Since Gordon’s birthday party with our Red Cap friend’s, I always wondered if I was gay. That night we went back to our room, both understood what was going to happen. Luca pushed the two beds together slid down my speedos, dithering and unsure I let him Dom.

It was the first pure thrill ride of my life, he was so gentile and caring, I was ecstatic pre-cuming before his climax its infill was euphorically copious, twitching and squirming in ecstasy as it drained. My turn his legs hitched over my shoulders, I struggled then like magic it all came together, entheausticly each stroke became more intense than its predecessor, climax building and building until I had to let go as a euphoric uncontrolled ecstasy.

I didn’t know until the next morning after having more wonderful rounds with Luca, he was on the game to fund his studies. His suggestion was we go down to the conference pool bar wearing our speedos, get picked up by some businessmen they like paying for no questions asked sex. I was still on last night’s high and the thrill of touting; I said ‘ok.’

Luca applied make-up to me for the first time, eye shadow, lip colouring, body rouge, potent perfume, I felt and smelled like a tart on the make. We were only at the bar for half an hour before two Germans propositioned us, bluntly with ‘how much’ ended up in their room for a foursome. I got banged and a blow job simultaneously my first, I found my confidence, learned a lot that day and got paid.

That night we went to a Molly Club {gay sex club} near the beach, Luca spoke to the Entertainment Manager, we didn’t need to pay to get in. This time we were to be dressed in provocative maroon micro club logoed wraps, guests wore plain white short wraps.

We were propositioned separately I went with a businessman to a cabin. He didn’t say much but wanted to film us making out, apparently banging a westerner is an Asian to-do list thing. He wanted a show, Luca had shown me how last night. It was a busy night we didn’t get back until after three in the morning.

Late afternoon we went back the Entertainment Manager wanted us for his afternoon ‘Senators and Nymphs Roman’ theme day. As Nymphs wore make-up and short paper rip-off dresses, felt great gave you a real buzz. I was in the first six nymphs to be paraded on stage, an Auctioneer ripped off one of the Nymph’s outfits to demonstrate what you get in addition to company. No shortage of bids, I went to a few cabins that afternoon each time I had my paper outfit ripped off before being banged.

Luca had also agreed with the manager we would give a premium late evening duo Bukakee show. It was totally illuminated, because of the stage lighting we couldn’t see anybody watching us but could hear them. We gave a live sex show, two nymph’s cat fighting ripping off each other’s clothes then fun wrestling until we banged each other in turn. It was and still is the most thrilling thing I have ever done. We were filmed live over their private web, our cat masks and makeup disguised us.

Club paid us a lot for those two days and the bukakee. Holiday over I flew home, flight was delayed by almost two hours on the tarmac, I chatted to a Swedish business man sitting next to me. By the time we took off had started to discreetly touch and flirt with me, after the past few days I let him and reciprocated. That night we stayed over at an airport hotel, it was the best night of the holiday no chaperoned and still got paid. I kept in touch with Luca he’s still on the game and attending conferences as a student looking to find his sexuality.

At college now more confident and getting top marks but bored being vanilla, on the way home some night’s I went via the local ‘red light’ area. One time I put makeup on to be recognised as being available, was propositioned by a fifty something Japanese businessman called Haryto. He was impressed by the Luca way, asked for a card didn’t have one but gave him my cell number.

A week or so later Haryto phoned would be in town and would like to take me out for a meal. I knew what that meant. Wasn’t what I expected, two of them, not a twosome but as a solo gratuity for a client, not the same felt ok but dirty.

Leaving the hotel I met my college friend Gordon he had an overnighter too. Apparently his mother kept harping on about his life preferences until he came-out and moved into his own place, which cost money. One of his college year students Tom was on the game, many students were. Introduced him to clients and now has his own regulars, last night’s was one.

I had told him about Luca not our paid escapades, I told him about last night and how it came about. Parting shot as we went to our classes he would pass on my cell number if he hears of anyone looking. Not a lot happened but managed to get regular below the radar gratuity jobs courtesy of Haryto.

College studies finished and qualified, after being bumped for a Government Treasury job because of my history. Managed to get a paid internship with a smallish but ambitious oil company as an assistant VAT account, boring, money was good better than good, and they would fund my Institute membership and exam fees.

VAT audit verification is a boring and thankless job, you are a sort of Friday the thirteenth to commission sales and cash flow based staff. I worked full time for the Company Secretariat dealing with mega sums of money still doing the odd legacy gratuity job on the side.

It was my 21st birthday friends including Gordon took me to a night club birthday party to celebrate my coming of age. It was one of those down a back ally underground cavern type places, reputedly owned at one time by a gangster called big Ger. Cafferty. Don’t know if that was true. From outside club entrance next door to a blacked out window Sauna, looked questionable. Inside was plush well decked out over two sub-basement floors. We were in the ‘Sub-Terraining Party Suite’ which hosted multiple parties each night.

No sooner had we arrived we were shown our table, as a birthday boy I had to sit ‘ominously’ near the dance floor. Beer’s and food started to flow each table had bowls off gummies and sniffer bottles which everyone used. After the party area filled, lights dimmed two birthday cakes with lit candles escorted by waiters in scanty white shorts and trainers arrived to the sound of happy birthday.

I had to go out to the middle of the stage, hoping it wasn’t like the time in Rimini, that’s where I met Archie the other birthday boy for the first time, for ritual blowing out of candles and hugs and kisses from the waiters. I was relieved when the birthday cakes returned back stage and I returned to my table.

Disco lights, loud evocative music, from stage smoke two male dancers, one in drag appeared out of the smoke and gave us an erotic striptease show followed by a live sex show. I knew something about that. One came over, naked, sat on my knee other on Archie’s knee, inviting us to stroke them, we did, nosily egged-on by the audience until they erupted.

I felt my shirt being unbutton as a naked dancer and near naked waiter escorted me onto the stage, Archie was already their. Although high I was focusing on containing my raging hard-on, didn’t feel them undress me until it popped out, everything was blurred after that.

Following morning I woke in a hotel room with Archie, both naked no bed clothes or anything to pull on. I moved to get up could feel my butt and dick throb, bed was dishevel we had a track meet, Archie got up too suggesting we shower.

Washroom was a wet room with multiple sprays cascading warm steamy water, in discomfort I leaned arms stretched out against the wall letting warm water run down my back. Archie used a douche spray on me, it worked. No towels it had a full body dryer, it’s like a super hair dryer except for people, I asked Archie how he knew about this place.

“Been here before I will show you where our breakfast and things are and enlighten you about last night.”

We sat at a two person table as we had our breakfast out of a box, bottled water and strong coffee; Archie explained.

“It was my 25th birthday yesterday, my friends treated me to a club birthday special, same as your’s. After we were taken onto the floor were stripped and danced naked with the two strippers. You were entheaustic although we didn’t actually do anything until we got here, I don’t think this was your first time?”

“At work as a junior VAT accountant, bored out of my mind checking and rechecking numbers started looking for something exciting. One night working late put makeup on walked through the red light area near the rail station, a business man propositioned me with ‘how much’ needed a thrill went to his hotel.

He was nervous might have been his first time propositioning anyone. I took the lead stripping us both off, it worked I had his attention started tantalising him allowing him to stroke me. I had spiked our ‘before going upstairs drinks.’ As he was banging me I twisted and turned teasing him on and on until he was exhausted and breathing heavy before I let him climax. Next morning I showered and went to my office from his hotel.

I never went out of my way looking for it just when I wanted a thrill, some of my friends on the other hand were proactive. My Boss, Company Secretary, knew I had gay friends, well everyone does these days, assumed I was gay too. One day asked me to take out a customer for a business meal, he had done that before, this time was different.

He was Japanese very down to earth we had a meal in a very expensive restaurant, talked about business and private lives. He made a point of letting me know he was gay, before asking.”

“Can we go to my room and continue our conversation their?”

“That’s what we did, showed me a gentile Japanese way to enjoy each other, next day we went into the office together. Whatever the deal was my boss was happy about the outcome. After he left invited me into his office, opened a drawer in his desk, took out a brown envelope and handed it to me.”

Archie added; “I can show you some new tricks before we go a café I know.”

We arrived at what best can be described as a back street café, unless you knew it was there you would never find it. It had three large tables one was in use. Archie was greeted as a long loss friend asked how his birthday bash went. This is where he announced me.

“This is Stevie943, it was his birthday party last night too.”

I was introduced, first gave me his business card as Archie cut in; “yours are in your Club gift grab bag.” I hadn’t looked inside, opened it, found a small box of business cards, face side was a profile of the café. With my mobile number and a web site address I didn’t recognise. I handed out and received cards from everybody at the table. Archie explained to me and our intently listening audience.

“After we finished our striptease dance, he posed in their studio for photographs, the photographer loved the way he posed, I think he must have done it before. You will find photoshopped copies on the cards web site, part of the birthday party package.”

I checked out the web site, ten stills including two face photographs and a video of me doing a striptease act with a list of what I was prepare to offer; which was interesting. What caught my eye was ‘fees’ opened it still blank. Archie saw me looking.

“You have to activate it, we all are on that site this is our office and club house. You will get a special delivery letter here later this week, it will fill in the blanks.”

I seemed to be accepted by the group, one of my cards was pinned up on the notice board alongside dozens of others. We chatted about everything and anything but not what the business cards represented on that everyone was silent. I would have to wait for the letter, didn’t know what I had let myself in for but my body was palpitating with excitement.

Friday lunch time I went into the café, recognised a few faces, letter was waiting for me. If I typed in the pass word, the account would be activated within twenty four hours as would an offshore account, I knew how offshore accounts worked from my day job. Last night had been one of those ultra-boring bi-monthly account late nights, checking and rechecking figures ensuring we didn’t pay too much tax. Even went back via the local red light area; nothing. As my lunch arrive I pressed the activate button.

On the way back to the office I bought a new phone that could take multiple call sim cards, business, private and private private. Set them up checked my new web site, it was already active and receiving lots of views including an endorsement from Archie, no messages. I checked out the fees; amazing.

That Saturday afternoon I received my first call card, pressed ‘accepted.’ Put on face and body makeup dressed casual as requested. I had to drive 40 miles to a yacht marina complex and hotel, with only a room number. Took a deep breath knocked the room door he reminded me of Haryto and his client gratuities.

Had me strip erotically as he watched intently, I stood their as he quickly stripped. Wasn’t the in-bed type, had me stand leaning on a window sill looking out, warm hands on my hips started his foreplay which was exciting. I felt him push, it was enchanting the way he gently slid-in before the magic twinge, repeated it again and again and again, no hurry. Each thrust was energetic, his excitements and pace built before becoming erratic, I felt him unload, I enjoyed it. Finished I dressed and left, he went to his formal dinner date with a smile on his face.

On the drive back still hyper I stopped checked for messages, hits lots of hits no messages. That night and the next few days were an anti-climax. The end of the following week I was called into my boss’s office. He wanted me to take papers to a client for signature, not that unusual. Jolly on expenses to the big city.

I was booked on an overnight sleeper train. In the club car I shared a table with an uptight military type guy in his forties. After he sat down started flirting and leg rubbing which I was enjoying, received a call card from him; didn’t expect that.

He ordered a bottle of wine we went separately to his cabin. When I arrived was stripped, his anatomy said it all. I had just closed the door as he started to undress me, although one of the new double bedded cabins was compact; still fun. He wasn’t an exclusive Dom, things started to become interesting, particularly when we hit points. We were jostled about in our engaged harmony, I had been holding back and blasted him, we enjoyed the blow back.

About half an hour before arrival time I went to my cabin, still in its pristine state, not for long. Two tube trains later I arrived at an exclusive apartment block; with a twink type receptionist. Tenth floor I met the signatory, my gay Japanese friend Haryto, he greeted me with a knowing smile that his day was going to improve; it did. He signed all three documents then demonstrated features on his new water bed. My first water bed excursion, not energetically demanding as the wave facility assisted us through our transactions that morning.

I left before lunch, no sooner had I arrived at the tube station I received a new call card, system had tracked my phone and found me a new client giving directions. Not as salubrious a location but ok, a 4* hotel and room number. Room door opened, I recognised him, a senior Iranian oil engineer I had met in Aberdeen, no idea he was gay anyway I thought that was banned for Iranians. I was about to be educated.

No sooner had we switched to him being Dom and athletically banging me, I wasn’t holding back either. Not only did he know what he was doing but was very experienced. That’s what my statement said to the Border Agency Officers after they crashed into the room with their body cameras capturing our naked tryst. It was then he claimed ‘becoming known as gay his life was at risk if he went back to his home country, claimed asylum and immunity against persecution because of his sexual orientation.’

Eight hours later I arrived, courtesy of the Border Agency, just in time for my sleeper train back home. Sitting at the same table in the club car, my friend from last night sat down opposite me. Started flirting and leg rubbing again which I enjoyed, I received my second call card from him. I had been played, after we finished in his cabin, handed me a brown envelope just like the one I received from my boss as I handed over three original signed documents. Brown envelopes and call cards; vanity appeased.

On the train home from the office I was now having doubts about how I was used and what I was doing, even took a different route to the rail station. I was wondering what this weekend would bring just as the distinctive ping from my phone of a call card coming in. I didn’t recognise the name but knew the address was a local 5* hotel but wasn’t for a few days, I could do some research. That night I went to the pub and got blootered.

It had been a boring week after an interesting weekend. I went to the hotel looking for Mr. Akiko, reception didn’t know him. I was just about to message the call card when a voice said.

“Hello Stevie943 I am Akiko I represent Mr. Toranaga of Toranaga Shipping of Tokyo, will you join me at my table?”

That’s how I met Akiko, he was recruiting a Tax Specialist as his Company was now in the Oil business and had been given my name by Chris, a student I studied with for our business degrees, our friendship being more than benign, now living in Japan on an employee exchange program; asked me.

“Would you visit Mr. Haryto who you know and encourage him to allow Mr. Toranaga to be his Shipping representative in Singapore? Your Company Secretary has no objections to you doing this for Mr. Toranaga, who would make it worth your while.”

After a very nice meal, we exchanged our pasts, later in his hotel room I found out that we had a lot more in common, I learned a lot about the Japanese way that night.

The following weekend I got the sleeper train south, uneventful this time. Two tube trains later I arrived at Haryto exclusive apartment block. Took a day before outstanding points were clarified, it was a most surreal negotiation we were dressed in see-through Kimono’s.

Finished and contracts signed we had a floor level Japanese afternoon meal served by two Wakashu Doseiaisha, Haryto explained to me who they were {personal gay twinks}. Later they joined us in his private bathing facilities, we were ritually washed and prepared by them, a traditional way of sealing a friendship.

Later we revisited Haryto’s water bed which had enhancements added since our last excursion, including for filming as part of a business reassurance off mutual commitment. Even as I gripped the headboard bars, the wave making facility tossed and turned us like on one of those rodeo shows.

Thrill of our athletic undulations in all directions can only be appreciated by participating until a volcanic climax which was not rushed. Finished, Haryto and I returned to the bathing pool where we were cleansed by the two Wakashu Doseiaisha’s.

This time a taxi took me to meet my sleeper train back north, no call card this time. It had been a strenuous and stressful day, I went straight to my compact double bedded cabin avoiding the club car. I open its door sitting their, was my friend from my last two Journeys, no gratuitous exchanges as he looked at me and said.

“I work in Whitehall for your countries Industry and Trade Secretariat. We have a new assignment for you, normally we would have sent your boss the Company Secretary, he is on another assignment in Singapore. Here are your instructions we have arranged for Archie and Gordon, your recruiter’s, to assist you.”

He handed me a brown envelope; my dream well paid job not bad for someone from a rundown shipyard town.

©oxforddon