The Backpackers (Gay Themes)

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The backpacking trip round Australia before going off to university next year had started out quite well, but the money I’d brought with me hadn’t lasted very long and there just wasn’t any work via all the usual channels so me and my mate Lee were getting pretty desperate for cash by the time we reached the hostel in Melbourne.

“How much for two beds in a dorm room, please?” I asked the desk clerk.

“15 dollars per person per night,” he replied with a wry smile; I guess he’s used to backpackers turning up without much money.

Lee and I turned out our pockets and had a sum total of 35 dollars between us. Whilst this was enough for the beds for the night, it didn’t leave us anything for food and we were both starving hungry.

“You boys looking to make some fast cash?” asked the guy behind the desk.

We could hardly say no, having only 1 dollar left between us. We were about as desperate as we could get and were prepared to do anything…call centre work, bar work, standing on the street collecting for charity…pretty much anything.

“Go and see this chap at the address on this card, he’s always looking for backpackers to work for him.” The guy passed us a pretty formal looking business card for a Clive Fleming at an address on the St Kilda Road just south of the river.

“What kind of work is it?” I asked.

“Oh he has all sorts of things he can sort you out with. Best to talk to him about it.”

Lee and I both thanked him and headed up to the room to drop of our backpacks and then head off to the address on the card.

It was a pretty long walk as we couldn’t afford to get the tram or a taxi, but we found the place quite easily. We rang the buzzer and the door clicked open on a remote lock. The entrance hall led us up some steps and an elderly man was waiting for us at the top of the stairs:

“Ah, you must be the two boys Jon from the hostel was going to send round. I’m Clive. Please go through.” I gave Lee a smile and a wink as if to say ‘so far, so good’ as we walked through into a bedroom. The old man sat in an armchair and motioned for us two to perch on the bed. I decided to start the conversation:

“Jon told us you might have some work for us.”

“Indeed I have, Jon said you and your friend were completely broke.” he replied.

“Unfortunately that’s true. What kind of work do you have exactly?” I asked.

“Well, I want to watch you fuck your friend up the arse.”

I couldn’t believe my ears and looked at Lee in amazement, who was looking back at me with a look of horror on his face.

“Excuse me?” I asked, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“Oh I think you heard me. I will pay you to fuck your friend while I watch.”

There was a long pause while Lee and I recovered from the shock; he was the first to speak:

“No way, you can fuck off!” And we both stood up to go, but we were stopped in our tracks by what the old man said next:


Lee and I turned back round to look at him to see if he was serious. As we did, he produced a pile of notes from the desk drawer.

“Cash in hand, for a few minutes work.” He said.

“We’re just friends. We’re both straight.” I said, just in case he’d misunderstood the situation.

“That’s why I’m paying so much,” the old man replied with a wry smile on his face.

I don’t know how long we all stood in silence looking from one to the other, but somehow Lee and I had made eye contact and indicated to each other that the idea should be considered; $1000 was the sort of money that we really couldn’t refuse.

“If we do it, we never have to think about this night ever again.” I said, trying to reassure Lee who was going to be getting the worse side of the deal after all.

“Do we do it?” I asked him.

“We don’t really have a choice.” he replied.

“Oh good,” said the old man. “Now don’t you lads get nervous, I’ll help you with the whole thing. But first I think you’d better get out of those clothes hadn’t you?”

Again there was a long pause and the two of us just stood there. I realised one of us would have to get the ball rolling so I pulled my t-shirt over my head to reveal my bare chest. Lee did the same, then we both undid our jeans, kicked off our trainers and slid our jeans down.

“You can keep your socks on lads, the floor’s pretty cold! But I want you to take each other’s boxers off.” the old man instructed.

Again Lee just stood there dumb struck so I had to take the lead and looped my fingers into the waistband of his white cotton boxers and pulled them down to the floor. I couldn’t help the natural instinct to look at his cock as it was almost in my face as I pulled down his boxers. Even though we’d been friends for years I’d never seen Lee naked as we’d always got changed in the bathroom during our trip across Australia, and never played sport together back home. I was quite surprised as he was quite a skinny guy and I hadn’t expected to see such a large uncut cock hanging down from his dark pubes.

I guess the embarrassment of him being completely naked must have kicked in as his cock started to harden.

“Now your turn,” said the old man to Lee and he yanked my boxers down with such speed that the waistband whacked painfully against my cock. By now Lee was fully hard and his cock must have been easily 7 inches; it certainly made my 4 inch dick seem even smaller than it really was.

“Excellent.” said the old man, and he passed me a condom and a tube of lubricant saying, “You’ll need these, I just hope it doesn’t fall off yours.”

I was really beginning to dislike this guy, the last thing I needed was snide comments about the size of my cock compared to my mate’s. Although, after having seen the size of Lee’s, I was quite glad that he wasn’t going to fuck me up the arse with that thing!

The old man started directing us what to do, telling Lee to lay on his back on the bed and rest his legs on my shoulders, I put the condom on and spread some lube into Lee’s tight arsehole with my fingers. As weird as it sounds, I was getting quite turned on by the whole thing and my cock certainly wasn’t losing it’s stiffness.

“Off you go boys,” the guy gave the command and I moved forward, resting the head of my cock against Lee’s tight, puckered arse hole.

“You’ll have to relax, Lee,” I whispered, “do you still want to do this?” I asked as he was just staring straight ahead at the ceiling.

“Get on with it,” was his reply, but he still had a rock hard cock so I wondered if, like me, he was actually starting to enjoy it a little bit.

I felt his anus relax slightly, and I slowly pushed myself into him, feeling the warmth surround my cock and almost pull me in further. After a few seconds I felt the muscles inside his arse pop as my cock passed further into him and then I was fully inserted with my balls hanging against is butt cheeks. I had to put my hands either side of his chest to steady myself and was now leaning fully over him. Strangely I couldn’t help noticing the t-shirt marks on his arms where he’d got a sun tan on his lower arms but not on his upper arms and body which were still pasty white.

“Carry on,” the old man instructed, and I slowly withdrew my cock until just the head was still inside Lee, I then started to pump in and out slowly, getting faster as I went, getting hornier and hornier as my pubes bounced against his heavy balls. Instinct took over and I arched myself backwards, grabbing hold of his hairy knees which were resting over my shoulders.

Not having had sex for the four weeks I’d been in Australia, it didn’t take long before I could feel myself ready to explode but, as the condom was beginning to slip off my smaller than average cock, I thought it best to try and grab the base of it. Unfortunately I lost all co-ordination and withdrew my cock completely leaving the condom hanging out of Lee’s arse; just at that point I started to ejaculate and my white cum spurted all over Lee’s pale chest and face.

“Oh, God I’m so sorry, Lee,” I tried to sound as sincere as I felt but the old guy was laughing so loudly that I don’t think Lee really took much notice of me as he was so horrified to find another man’s cum all over himself. As he opened his mouth, probably to shout some abuse at me, a small dollop of my cum on his top lip fell in and he lent over the bed to spit it out. I removed the condom from his arsehole and got off the bed as my warm, red dick started to shrink back to its flaccid 2 inches.

“Oh lads, that was wonderful, thank you,” the old man was still fully dressed and sitting in his chair just as he had been all through this horrible ordeal, I assumed he’d have started to masturbate or something but the fact that he hadn’t done anything made me feel even more humiliated. I started to pick up my clothes to get dressed but he interrupted me:

“Wait, you can’t leave your friend like that, I think you’d better lick it off of him.”

I turned to Lee expecting to find him as ready as I was to say ‘no way’ but instead he was still lying motionless on the bed and said:

“Well I’m not going to bloody touch it, so you’d better get on with it.”

Suddenly I had the rough end of the deal. I didn’t really know where to start so I chose his chest rather than face and started to lick my cold, salty cum off his warm, pale chest. Luckily he didn’t have any hairs on his chest, but licking it off was just pushing it around further making my job even more difficult As my arse was blocking the old man’s view he’d got off the chair and was standing over us watching my humiliation closely.

I worked my way across Lee’s chest before making my way up to his face. As neither of us had shaved for a couple of days we both had stubble which not only made it more difficult licking the cum off, but also meant that the two of us were scratching each other’s faces with stubble rash. It was certainly different to kissing my girlfriend back home, and not at all a pleasant experience. However, I couldn’t help notice that Lee’s cock was still rock hard, and that he was slowly stroking himself as I worked my way across his cheeks, forehead and then sticking my tongue into his left ear to get the last of the cum.

I stood up, disgusted with myself and feeling pretty sick from the cold, salty jism I’d had to eat. Again I started to pick up my clothes to get dressed, but was again interrupted by the old man:

“I think you still owe your friend a favour and, if he cums over himself again, you’re going to have to lick it all up. I’d suggest you get your mouth round his cock quickly.”

Before I could start to protest, Lee glared at me and commanded;

“Do it!”

The prospect of having to lick up another load of cold cum was pretty repulsive so I figured it couldn’t taste any worse direct from the cock and fastened my mouth over the head of Lee’s man-sized 7 inches. I’d intended to just catch the cum in my mouth but I felt Lee’s hands grab my hair at the back and push my mouth further down his shaft.

I was gagging at the size of the thing as he tried to push it fully down my throat, then I felt his body start to spasm slightly just before his warm cum spurted into my mouth. Lee slid his cock out leaving me with a huge mouthful of his cum. I paused for a second and then summoned up the courage to swallow and I felt it ooze down the back of my throat.

“Now you can both get dressed.” said the old man, and Lee and I didn’t say a word as we put our clothes back on, took the $500 each and left the flat. We didn’t say a single word to each other on the long walk back to the hostel. As we walked in, Jon was still sitting at the front desk and I swear he winked at us as we walked past him. I just hope the $500 lasts for a while!

The next morning it was as if the experience at the old man’s house had never happened, and neither Lee nor I mentioned it at all. For the next couple of weeks we spent the days loafing around at the coast, learning to surf, and spending our $500 on accommodation and drinks at various bars. I guess we just lost track of how much we were spending, until we paid for another week’s accommodation at the hostel and realised we each only had a few dollars left.

“I guess we’d better start asking around for work at the employment agencies again?” I asked Lee.

“We haven’t got any other option,” he replied, the subtext clearly telling me that going back to the old man was not an option, not that I had considered it to be one either. And so the next day we didn’t go to the beach as usual, but trawled round all the agencies in the city with copies of our CVs, asking for any work available.

However, the story was the same at each one: not interested in backpackers as we were a risk, too many had done a few days work and then moved on to another city or town. No matter how much we tried to convince them that we were serious about staying for a few months to earn some much needed cash, no-one seemed willing to take that chance. But we didn’t give up, and the next day we did the same thing, also asking in every hostel, bar, or shop we could find whether there was any work available. Unfortunately the response was always ‘thanks, but no thanks’.

By the third day of job hunting we found ourselves once again down to a few remaining coins in our pockets and no way of paying for food or a bus ticket to the next destination on our itinerary. We’d both been refusing to talk about the only option which we knew would get us some more money, but things had once again become too desperate to bury our heads in the sand any longer, so I broke the silence:

“Lee, I think we have to consider going back to the old man. We’ll hear him out first and then decide whether to go through with it again. What do you think?”

There was a long pause, and Lee wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Eventually he spoke:

“Doesn’t look like we have a choice, does it?” His tone was quite firm, as if I was responsible for the situation.

“Look, you’ve spent as much money as I have and if you can think of any other way of making some quick cash then speak up. Don’t blame me about this for fuck’s sake!” I replied; I wasn’t proud of what we’d been reduced to having to consider to make money but I certainly wasn’t going to be made to take the blame all on myself for it.

“Alright, let’s go.” Lee muttered, and we made our way back along the St. Kilda Road to the old man’s flat.

We pressed the buzzer several times, but there was no response. “Perhaps this is a good sign,” I said, and we turned to go. Just as we turned around the guy appeared from round the corner. I could tell that he didn’t recognise us immediately, and I didn’t want to have to explain who we were in order for him to remember us. I was also a bit pissed off that we hadn’t been that memorable, did he do this a lot?

“Ah, boys! Good to see you again. What can I help you with?” Oh God, he was going to make us ask, how humiliating.

“Um…we were wondering whether you had any more work for us…” grudgingly, and after a pause in which he did not speak, I continued: “…please.”

“Well, I’m not really looking for anyone at the moment. But, as you’re obviously in need of help I’m sure I can find something for you to do. I’ll pay $500 again, but that’s between you rather than for each of you this time.” His offer was half what he’d paid last time and I certainly wasn’t going to degrade myself for the equivalent of about 100 quid.

“No way,” I replied, and started to walk away, but Lee stopped me:

“Look mate, where else are we going to get any money from? At least this will give us enough to get a bus out of here and try to find work in Adelaide.” I could see the logic of his argument; and I really wanted to say goodbye to Melbourne, and its memories.

“Okay, we’ll do it.” I told the old man, grudgingly.

“Good, excellent. But you’ll both have to come back in a couple of hours I’m afraid. I’ll see you here at 7 o’clock.”

“Fine,” I said, and Lee and I wandered off to try and kill a couple of hours.

The wait was awful; at least last time we hadn’t been given time to think about it, we just went for it, did what we were told, and then forgot about it once we were done. Now, we had a couple of hours wandering around the city not talking to each-other and imagining all sorts of awful things he could make us do. Eventually we made our way back to his flat at 7 and were buzzed in to go straight up to his flat. He came out of the living room which sounded like he had the TV. blaring out, and led us through to his pokey little kitchen.

“Right boys, I’d like you to both strip off completely and leave your clothes here, then come into the lounge. You can have your money when you’ve finished.”

With that he left us alone and went back to the other room. There was an uncomfortable pause, and neither Lee nor I were making eye contact with each other as we stripped out of our t-shirts, board shorts, and flip-flops. I noticed that Lee’s time at the beach had evened out his tan and, like me, he was just left with a white patch where our shorts had covered us at the beach. Thankfully his cock was still flaccid like mine, so I knew, like me, that he wasn’t enjoying this.

Being nervous about what was about to happen, my cock had started to shrink into my brown pubes, whereas Lee’s was still dangling proudly down over his hairy balls. As he led the way out of the kitchen towards the lounge, I gave mine a quick tug trying to make it get back to its natural size, but it wasn’t working.

We weren’t sure whether to knock on the door or not, but the television was making so much noise that he probably wouldn’t hear us anyway so I just said to Lee:

“Go on, let’s get in and get it over with.” We walked into the room and were instantly stopped in our tracks, finding that the noise was actually coming from the dozen or so fully clothed middle aged and elderly men all standing around chatting to each-other. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life, finding myself stark naked in front of a room full of people, it was like those nightmares everyone has about realising you’re at school naked and everyone is laughing. I felt utterly exposed , violated, and embarrassed and could sense everyone’s eyes looking me and Lee up and down like pieces of meat.

“Ah there you are boys. Everyone, these are my British lads who are here to entertain us for this evening. Come on lads, come and stand in the centre of the room so everyone can see you properly. don’t be shy.” I felt his sweaty palm on my back as he tried to guide Lee and I into the centre of the room. I tried to move my hands in front of my genitals in a natural instinct of modesty, and Lee did the same.

“Oh no you don’t,” said the old man when he saw us covering ourselves up. “I think we’ll have you standing back to back and holding each other’s hands, that should stop you trying to hide yourselves.” He then manoeuvred us so that Lee and I were back to back, pushing us so close together that our butt cheeks, calf muscles and shoulders were pressed together; I could feel the thick dark hairs from Lee’s legs brushing against mine and the heat from his body connecting with mine. We linked hands and I was relieved to find that we both had sweaty palms..

As we stood there, the guests took it in turns to inspect each of us , running their hands over my tanned chest and body, running their hands up my firm hairy legs, and then pulling on my little flaccid cock whilst making comments like ‘that’s the smallest one I’ve seen for a while…I hope it gets bigger than that…you’d expect a fit young lad like this to have one bigger than that…I see his friend’s much more of a man’. This level of humiliation was surely worth more than what I was getting paid. I just looked at the ceiling as this inspection took place, trying to pretend that I was somewhere else, and clinging more tightly to Lee’s strong hands as the guests prodded and probed us both.

“Well, before the bidding starts, I think it only fair that you all find out what they can do so line up please gents.” The old man was clearly going to auction us off for something and this was not part of our deal so I spoke up:

“Hey, this isn’t what we agreed, what exactly do you think you’re doing? We don’t need the money that much.”

“Ah, but I know you do need the money,” the old man replied., then continued: “But I tell you what, if you go through with it, you’ll each get 10% of what the winner’s pay me? Ok?”

This time Lee spoke up:

“What are we going to do for the winner?”

“Well, get fucked of course!”

“No way, they’re a bunch of old men.” Lee replied and looked at me as if to say, ‘let’s go’. I nodded in agreement back to him and we left the lounge, followed closely by the old man who was trying to persuade us to stay:

“I think I have a way of persuading you both to stay.”

“There’s no amount of money that will make us do that,” I told him, trying to be forceful, but feeling slightly silly as I was stark naked.

“But I don’t have to pay you any more money to convince you,” and he produced a CD Rom from his pocket before continuing: “you see I filmed you when you were here last time and Jon at the hostel has given me your full names and addresses so, unless you want copies of this disk to be sent back home for your families to watch, I think you should do as I tell you, don’t you? Of course, you have a choice, but you can’t be sure whether I’ll send this home or not can you?”

Lee and I stood, stunned by what he’d said, feeling utterly stupid that we hadn’t been more careful, then hanging our heads in disappointment before walking back into the room resigned to our fate.

“Good boys, I knew you’d see sense.”

Back in the room the old men were all lined up and I could now count that there were nine of them; they’d each dropped their trousers and had their hard cocks standing to attention ready for us.

“Now boys,” said the old man who was now blackmailing us, “I want you each to start at a different end and suck each of my guests so that they can decide just how much to bid for you, and don’t forget you get 10% of whatever they pay so the better you are, the more they’ll pay, and the more you’ll get. Off you go.”

I couldn’t believe it, in my worst nightmare I couldn’t have imagined anything worse than having to suck off a group of old men. But I had no choice as I certainly didn’t want my family and girlfriend back home to see a film of me fucking my best friend and licking cum off his face! So I went despondently down one end of the line and Lee to the other; getting on my knees, I hesitantly lowered the first cock into my mouth and started to move my head back and forth.

The cock was pretty small, so it wasn’t difficult to suck, but the guy was really hairy so I kept getting pubes in my mouth, and he was really overweight so my forehead kept slapping against his stomach as I moved back down his shaft. Whilst I should probably have tried harder to get a better price at auction, I just couldn’t bring myself to do any more than the basics.

We’d only been at the first ones for a few minutes, before the old man told us to move onto the next one, obviously hoping that in leaving the guys half blown they’d feel much hornier and willing to pay much higher. For the next fifteen minutes or so I carried on down the line of small cocks, thin cocks, fat cocks, and smelly cocks and was able to taste Lee’s saliva on the ones he’d already worked on. Once I’d reached the other end of the line the old men pulled up their pants and the bidding started for me first. I was made to stand on a small stool while the old man in charge started the bidding. I had hoped to get this over with quickly but bidding started pretty slow:

“$500? Anyone? OK, surely he’s worth $400? Come on, fellas he’s an athletic, twenty year old British stud. $400? No, alright then, what about $300? What are you all doing? I know his cock’s small but that just makes him more compliant to your needs! Lee, come over here and suck on your friend’s cock, try and show these people he’s worth $300.”

I was surprised that Lee hadn’t needed much persuasion, perhaps he thought he was doing me a favour, but he came straight over to the stool and placed my soft little cock between his lips, lapping at the tip with his tongue. Almost instantly I started to get hard as I felt his warm mouth taking more of my hardening cock.

“Ok, I think that’s enough Lee, go and sit down again,” the old man pushed Lee off my cock, leaving me with a throbbing 4 inches, and half way to an orgasm. “There you are guys, you see, a semi-respectable sized cock after all, do I see $300 then?” There was a long pause, and no bids, so he continued to drop the price; “$250…$200…$150…$100…at last the fat man with the small cock bid, and I was declared as sold. Perhaps he’d taken sympathy on my small cock, or perhaps at $100 for a young, athletic guy, I was a real bargain. Whatever the reason, and although I know it is irrational, I was pretty gutted that I’d not been sold for a higher price. I had to go and sit on my ‘owner’s’ lap, with his fat arm around me as Lee took to the stool.

“Let’s hope we do better with this one, $400 anyone?” With that, almost every hand in the room went up; I couldn’t believe my eyes. Then I looked at Lee again. I don’t know when it had happened but Lee was standing there with his huge cock now at full length, 7 or 8 inches pointing straight up in the air proudly. The bidding continued, but this time in the opposite direction to when I had been up there: “$500…$600…$700..$800…$900,” at this point it was down to two competing bidders and I had a smile on my face thinking to myself ‘I bet these others had wished they’d bought me now’. After a while longer, Lee was eventually sold to an elderly man for $1200, over ten times what I’d reached, hardly very good for my ego. The crowd dispersed pretty quickly, leaving the old man who owned the flat, me and Lee, and our two ‘owners’.

“Well, men, the boys are yours to do with as you please,” and the old man went to take a seat in one of the armchairs to watch our humiliation.

When he spoke for the first time , I realised that my ‘owner’ was British as well and that already made me feel more embarrassed, as if there was a chance he’d recognise me somewhere back in England. I don’t know whether he wasn’t really interested in me all that much, but he didn’t seem to be that bothered about the possibilities he had. He bent me forcefully over the arm of the sofa, unzipped his trousers, and then I felt the tip of his warm cock pushing against my arsehole.

I wanted to get this over with as quickly as he did it seemed so I relaxed my body over the sofa and my arse gradually loosened to let his little cock enter me. I felt his fat stomach slap against my arse and lower back for a few thrusts, then his thrusts quickened and, within a coupe of minutes I felt his body spasm slightly and could sense the additional warmth of his cum in my anus and the wetness around my arsehole as he withdrew his already softening penis. As disgusting as the experience had been, I was glad it was over and tried to wipe it from my mind instantly.

As I straightened up, my attention was alerted as Lee screamed in agony from the other side of the room; I turned quickly and was horrified at the scene before me. Lee had been tied face down on the bed, spread eagle, and the little old man who’d bought him was whacking him across the arse with a paddle with as much force as he could muster. I could see that Lee’s arse was bright red already and I started to rush over to help him but the other two men grabbed my arms and pulled me back, pushing me onto the sofa,

“No you don’t,” one of them said, “you get to watch with us.” After a few strokes of the paddle, the little old man reached into a bag and pulled out the biggest dildo I’d ever seen, it must have been a good ten inches and jet black; he squirted some lube over the head and around the shaft before walking round the other side of the bed and showing it to Lee, who just looked at it in horror. I’m sure he’d have screamed if he hadn’t been left speechless.

I was expecting the little old man to just shove it up Lee’s arse but instead he left it resting upright between Lee’s legs. He then started to untie Lee’s hands from the bed posts; as Lee leaned back, trying to straighten himself up and looking relieved, the old man rushed round, grabbed hold of the ropes still attached to Lee’s hands and tied them to the same bedposts as the one’s his legs were tied to.

I realised what was to come before Lee did and I could hardly bring myself to watch. The old man then stood in front of Lee on the bed and slowly pushed his shoulders back. At first Lee didn’t really know what was going on, but then he must have felt the tip of the dildo touch his arse cheeks and the penny dropped. Ever so slowly the little old man pushed down further and further and we could all see the dildo disappear slowly up Lee’s arse as he moaned in agony. Perhaps his moans were not agony, as I imagined, because I noticed his cock was still standing firmly to attention; if anything it had got larger.

Watching this scene, my friend being impaled on a dildo, I started to get hard myself . I was suddenly ashamed that this was turning me on so much, and hoped no-one else had noticed, but I then felt my ‘owner’ reach over and start to masturbate me. I should probably have told him to stop, but I didn’t, I was too horny and ready to explode.

It didn’t take long before I shot my milky load all over my ‘owner’s’ hand, and up my chest; a few seconds later I was surprised to see cum shoot spontaneously from Lee’s cock even though he hadn’t touched it; he’d now taken almost the whole dildo and was leaning back so that his cum shot across his chest as well. As soon as he’d finished discharging his load, the little old man untied him, before thanking our host and making a quick exit, leaving Lee lying on his side with the 10 inch dildo still sticking out of his arse, and shame written across his face. My owner and our host hastened out after the other man, presumably to settle up the money, and Lee and I were left alone, not knowing what to do, each covered in our own cum, stark naked, and him with a giant dildo up his arse.

“Well, don’t just stand there, help me get this thing out,” he shouted over to me. I never imagined when I was on the plane coming out to Australia that I’d find myself in a random flat, naked, trying to extract a giant dildo from Lee’s arse; whilst I had wanted adventure, this wasn’t what I had in mind.

The dildo had obviously done some damage to Lee’s arse and I hurried off to the kitchen to get some tissues to help him clean up and to wipe the cum off ourselves, we certainly weren’t going to repeat what happened last time! I brought our clothes back and we got dressed, eager to get our money and leave. Lee was wincing in pain every time he tried to move, but we were keen to make a quick exit, so he didn’t complain to me. When the old man did return, he handed me my $260 and Lee his $850, but it wasn’t really sufficient compensation for either of us.

“Do come back again boys, I’m sure I’ll have some more work for you soon.”

“Not likely,” I replied. “Let’s get out of here, Lee.” As we walked down the stairs, the old man followed us:

“Don’t you want this, Lee…as a souvenir.” He was holding the dildo.

“Very funny,” Lee muttered as we stepped out onto the street and started to walk slowly back to the hostel.

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