Chapter 2

I moved out of Brit’s place and found a small flat near the sawmill where I had been working for almost a year. At sixteen, I moved out of my mother’s house and lived independently with some financial help from my grandfather. I worked part time while I attended high school.

People couldn’t believe that I lived on my own and did physical labour for a living. I never made a big deal out of it either. I looked too soft and too pretty to be lifting logs and chopping wood.

I loved the physical aspect of my work. I also worked out at a gym to add some definition to my tiny but muscular body, ran a few kilometers every morning and swam a few laps in the local swimming pool as often as I could.

Brit, and later on most of my sexual partners called me pretty, never handsome, probably because of my petite physique, baby-face, baby blue eyes and very light golden hair, all of which make me look much younger than my actual age.

I am soft spoken, well mannered and a little shy. Growing up I had no adult supervision or a positive role model. There were no bedtime stories, family picnics or holiday cheers in our household, only chaos.

My mom and dad constantly fought and both were even arrested a few times for causing domestic disturbances. After my father left us, my mother started drinking and partying heavily. Every week she came home with a new boyfriend until she finally settled for a major douchebag and married him.

Then the fighting and chaos started again.

So, yeah. That’s my childhood in a nutshell. I could have turned bad and maybe even a criminal, but instead I found peace in reading books, watching movies and in physical activities.

I was also good at making and fixing things. By the time I was sixteen I was making good money doing odd jobs for my neighbors. Fixing chairs, lawnmowers, radios, making doll houses, baby cribs, you know, that kind of stuff.

One of my lovers once endearingly described me as a dynamic genius fuckboy, which to be honest sums me up perfectly.

Where were we before I started this rant about my greatness? I almost forgot that his was supposed to be an erotic story about me sucking dick and getting fucked in the ass by a hot couple and their friends.

Too explicit too soon? Dragging too long and giving much and too little? If you stay with me we will get there. You will be rewarded with lots of hot sex and might even learn a few things.

Are you still with me? Let’s get on with it then.

One day -a couple of weeks after breaking up with Brit- I rushed home from work, excited to check my phone and read the message that was waiting for me in my inbox. This wasn’t a usual message and due to its NSFW nature, I didn’t want to read it in my workplace.

You see, a few days before, I had joined and created a profile at this adult dating site that specialized in bisexual dating and multipartner swinging. I snapped a series of nude selfies and chose two of them to use with my profile. Thankfully, besides being strikingly cute, I am also very photogenic.

It also helps that I am a decent amateur photographer. First I shaved the little chest and body hair I had on me, trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls. Then I used an advanced compact camera on a tripod with a flip screen and remote shutter to take the pictures.

The first photo I uploaded was of me, of course, leaning against a kitchen counter, showing off my six pack abs and an impressive hard on. In the second picture, I was wearing black fishnet stockings and a matching garter belt, but no panties, this time sporting an even more impressive precum-spewing stiffy.

I bought the mentioned outfit from a naughty online store, specializing in designing and selling sexy lingerie for men. I jerked off a few times before and after I took the latter photo.

This was the first time I had worn that sort of outfit, and it looked and felt fucking amazing on me. You may think that wearing sexy lingerie makes a man look effeminate. Maybe you’re right. But they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I don’t agree with that saying all the time, but in some cases it’s right. In my case, I think the stockings and the garter belt accentuate and compliment my lean physique perfectly.

You should see the way a garter belt sits on my waist and right below my V-cut lower abs, and the way fishnet stockings hug my muscular thighs. When I saw myself wearing that outfit for the first time, I thought that I looked like the perfect mash up of my feminine and masculine sides. I looked mouthwateringly fuckable.

If men wearing sexy women’s lingerie is not your cup of tea, then delete the described image from your mind and go get a cup of coffee.

After blurring my face, I uploaded those two photos and completed my profile with my likes, dislikes, interests, favorite kinks, sexual activities and so on. Then I paid for one month’s premium membership so I would be able to send and receive messages from other members.

Then finally I started browsing for couples seeking men in the area.

To my surprise, there were lots of swingers looking to hook up with single men near the area where I lived, but soon I got tired of all the close up pictures of genitals, and couples specifically looking for big dicks.

I am happy with the size and the shape of my cock. I consider my cock a very good friend because he is always happy, never complains, always cheers me up and has my back. He does get me into trouble from time to time, but that’s just normal for a young, dashing heartthrob. I was looking for some fun but somehow those profiles that looked like genitals looking for genitals, were not particularly appealing to me.

A bit disappointed, I left my phone on my bed and went to get something to eat. Soon the messages started pouring in.

I had two messages from a couple of single men who wanted to suck me, and one who wanted me to tie him up and spank the shit out of him. No thanks, next please.

A so-called couple messaged me, but after two messages it turned out to be a single, hairy dude trying to con me.