The weeks had flown by, but I still couldn’t get thoughts of Declan out of my head.

Part of me hoped he would come looking for me again, and yes, like a fool, I did go back to Temple View night after night waiting for him. He never came. I was mad at myself for blurring the lines, but I wouldn’t make that mistake again in a hurry.

No matter how much I tried to shrug what I felt off, I swore I felt a connection. But it was all too good to be true. For those few hours, I was Prince Charming mesmerised by Cinderella at the ball. Then, the clock struck midnight and the magic faded away. No glass slipper remained, just memories of a man I didn’t even know, but for some bizarre reason, he already had a place in my heart. Ugh, I said to myself, not liking the mushy thoughts running through my head. I needed to pull my head from the clouds and focus my attentions on the one thing I was good at – making money.

There wasn’t time to dwell on fairy tales as a client was en-route. I needed to make some serious money.

* * *

I was on my hands and knees as a muscular black guy stood in front of me holding onto either side of my head as he forced his enormous cock down my throat. Usually, it was the bigger, the better where I was concerned, but this thing was like a deadly weapon and whilst I considered myself to be orally talented, his dick was like a scud missile, and only the most gifted would be brave enough to accept this challenge.

I shouldn’t complain though, especially after my first client of the day earlier this morning. He sent me his pictures as is usually the case before I agreed to a meet and he was definitely my type. A bit Prince Harry-ish. Straight acting, green eyes, copper coloured hair and the cutest cheeky grin, ever. My cock was solid seconds after opening the door to him. His name was Aaron, but I decided ‘Needledick, the bug fucker’ was a name more suited after he dropped his pants to reveal more of a whimper than a whopper. His poor excuse for a cock wouldn’t tickle anybody’s fancy, and worse than that, he wasn’t trimmed down below, and his rusty coloured pubes put me in mind of a nest of baby mice. I actually gagged, but I don’t think he heard me. The thought of burying my face into a mass of hair didn’t appeal to me at all, no matter how much he was paying me. But I was a professional and got on with what little I had to work with. I prayed it would grow exponentially after I’d sucked it, but was I that lucky? Nope, afraid not. My Prince Harry lookalike was more Prince Hairy with a little willy. I’m not surprised he had to pay for it. He couldn’t give it away.

Anyway, I was bored of pretending to enjoy Needledick’s micro-cock after a few minutes and knew how to get rid of him. Popping my finger swiftly up his arse and giving it a good wiggle, he’d shot his load within seconds. Works every time, but as my mind was set firmly on Declan, I wasn’t paying close enough attention as he spunked straight into my left eye.

I tried to remain professional, ushering him out the door as the stinging took hold. Rushing into the bathroom, I rinsed my eye, trying to flush the jizz out. My eye was red raw – hardly the look I was going for, but two eye baths later, I looked good as new, ready for the knock on the door, which brings me nicely back to Mr Scud Missile, the dark Adonis I’m presently servicing for which he’s paying me an exorbitant amount of money to secure my services and discretion.

He pushed my head back, and as his cock slid out of my mouth, I could finally breathe properly. “Bend over, white boy,” he said, his thick manly Jamaican accent turning me on. “You want some BBC?”

Now, I wouldn’t ever consider myself naïve, but what the hell did a television channel I rarely watched have to do with what we were about to do? Maybe it was some kind of fetish? Who knows? I’d certainly dealt with my fair share of fetishists over the last five years.

“You want me to put BBC TV on?” I asked.

“No, batty boy.” He smirked. “I’m gonna give you some BBC.”

I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but I was beyond horny and couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

“Come on, let’s go in the bedroom, there’s floor to ceiling mirrors and I wanna see your big black cock slide in and out of my arse.”

“Whatever you want,” he replied.

Oh! Big. Black. Cock, I thought. BBC. I am so stupid sometimes. I felt my face flush. This guy must think I’m an idiot.

I walked down the hallway to my bedroom, which was probably the wisest thing as my flatmate, Bex, was due home soon, and I’m sure she’d prefer to be spared the sight of me getting pounded – after all, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d caught me at it.

Julius, well that was the name he gave me, pushed me on the bed. He hadn’t lost his hard on – his monster cock standing full and to attention. I spotted the pre-cum oozing from his cock and wanted to taste it, but he never gave me a chance.

He pulled a packet, yes, a whole unopened packet of condoms from his pocket and a squirty bottle of lube and placed it on the bedside table. I caught the name of the brand of condoms. Trojan XXL. Shit, I’m gonna be ruined. Will I ever walk again, I thought? Well, if I was gonna spend my life in a wheelchair, at least I’d do it with a smile on my face. What was that saying? Once you go black, you’re gonna need a wheelchair. I think I’ll need a new arsehole if Trojan XXX is anything to go by.

Can you sprain your arsehole? I wondered quietly to myself. I’d soon find out.

I thought he was going to be like most of my clients and just fuck me, but it seemed he had other plans. Pushing my legs back, he buried his tongue deep into my arse.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, as his tongue probed deeper into me. I was moaning and tried to stop myself, but this guy knew exactly what he was doing. I’d never been rimmed like that before. I should be paying this guy, not the other way around.

“You like that, batty boy?” he asked.

I was so turned on, I decided to ignore the batty boy comment.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, panting like I was on heat.

He spat on my hole and buried his tongue in me once more. “I got a few mates who’d pay good money to use your arse too – you up for it?”

“Yes, please,” I said, almost breathless, not sure what I was letting myself in for.

“A grand for us to use you all night, and maybe, if you’re good, we’ll make it a regular thing.”

A thousand pounds. My calculating mind switched on like a light bulb.

“Make it a grand and a half, and you’re on. Bring as many of your mates as you like.”

“Dirty whore,” he said, before burying his tongue inside me again.

I lay there for what felt like a blissful eternity as he ate my arse. He grabbed a condom from the bed and rolled it onto his huge, thick, veiny black cock. Squirting lube onto my arse, he fingered it into me, making sure I was prepared for what was coming.

I won’t lie, I was terrified of the expected pain, but as soon as that thought entered my head, it was pushed out as my arse stretched to accommodate him.

“Go slowly,” I begged, willing myself to get used to the weapon of mass destruction currently parked between my pert bum cheeks.

“Fucking pussy boy,” he replied, smacking my arse harder than I liked. “Your cunt is mine to use.”

And then it started.

He pushed his cock inside, balls deep. Moving slowly at first, I could scarcely catch my breath as his girth threatened to tear me apart, but I wanted it more than I was going to tell him. He pushed my legs back, intimating for me to hold them back at my ankles, wanting to get that little bit deeper and built up his speed. I did as he wanted, but I worried this rather unflattering pose would put him in mind of a spatchcock chicken. I pushed the random thought out my mind and focused on Julius again.

His chest muscles tightened, and I was in awe of his physique. With my legs pulled back as far as they could go, he pushed the tip of his cock onto my hole, then slowly edged forward until my arse once again stretched to accommodate him. Staring into my eyes as he picked up speed and fucked me senseless, he held my gaze, unwilling to let it go. “You want it harder?”

But, I couldn’t speak. My power of speech rendered useless it seemed. The sensations traversing the length and breadth of my body, I’d never experienced before, and I didn’t want to miss a single thing. I nodded my approval, not that he needed it, and he carried on thrusting his cock into me like a man possessed. I wasn’t even touching my cock but knew I was close to emptying my load.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you carry on.”

He growled like a wild animal and carried on.

I could feel his balls slapping against my arse and that was it, I released one leg and gripped my cock.

“Did I say you could cum?”

“I need to.”

“Not until I say, pussy boy, now leave your cock alone.”

Fuck, I was dying to shoot, but he was paying, so it was his call.

I threw my head back and continued to enjoy the moment. I’d never been fucked like this in my life and I wasn’t sure future clients would measure up to him.

I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. Julius was hitting every spot I had. Moaning, he knew what he was doing to me. Sliding his whole length in and out of me, but slowing down, I was so close, my whole body on fire.

“Cum on me,” he demanded, and I took hold of my cock and exploded, covering his abs and pecs with my thick load.

I was exhausted, lying on the bed with my arms outstretched as he continued to hammer at my arse.

Powerless to do anything, not that I really wanted to, I let him continue for a few minutes, then from nowhere he let out a huge groan and pulled his cock out of my arse, tearing the condom off, showering me and my bed with his heavy load.

“Shit,” I said. “I’ve never seen anybody cum that much.”

“Get used to it,” he replied, arrogantly. “I’m gonna be using you on a regular basis.”

“You’ve got my number,” I said. “Call me when you want round two.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout that – I’ll definitely be calling, and next time, I’ll bring the lads with me. Fifteen hundred we agreed on, yeah? Cash work for you?”

“Sounds good to me.” What I could do with that much money, I thought to myself. Maybe take myself away somewhere tropical.

He was an extraordinary fuck, but he was the same as all my other clients once he’d finished and dressed quickly heading out the bedroom door. I jumped off the bed, grabbing my shorts, hopping into them, wanting to show him out.

He opened the front door as Bex was about to shove her key in the lock. Her disgruntled look told me what was coming after I got rid of my client.

She stepped aside as he nodded at her then strode toward the lift.

“See you soon,” I called after him.

“Later,” he replied, vanishing into the lift and out of sight.