Chapter 1

To understand where this story is going to go let me say it's inspired by the character played by Richard Gere in the film "American Gigolo" and my thought's when I watched this movie about how do you get into this line of work.

My name is Barry and it's my 30th birthday tomorrow and as I sit and reflect it seems to me as if all the things that shaped my life happened around my birth date especially the past 15 years. My mom and I share the same birthday, I was her 18th birthday present, and my Dad is twelve years older than Mom. He was a 70's rock star but as his career faded he became a music teacher which was how he met Mom.

Dad was always moaning about how getting married and having a child had spoiled all the things he planned to do. Two weeks after my 15th birthday Mom and I came home to find he had left to "discover" himself. The house was paid for and he'd left us enough money to get by for a while and occasionally sent money from places around the world. This was the catalyst for my decision to opt out of the high school, college, career then family trip and I decided that I needed enough money up front to enjoy my life at the pace I wanted.

I live in an enclosed estate and there are not many kids here. I joined up with Mr Tink, the estate handyman, and I started working the neighbourhood doing odd jobs. All the land around here belonged to Mr Tink when he was a a famer. He sold the land to housing developers but stayed on to do odd jobs having given the money to his children and grand children. Most of the people who bought places here were middle management or IT specialists and while the husbands earnt good money they were away most of the time, commuting to the city, leaving the women home and alone.

I soon had a selection of regular jobs from ladies who kept me busy. Because I was a kid they felt safer than having some burly tradesman around and were a bit more open and friendly. Nothing of a direct sexual nature happened for several months but the women did dress up or down and flirt with me occasionally flashing some cleavage or arse and making suggestive comments or telling "rude "jokes. As a fifteen year old and not to wise in the ways of sexual relations I just grinned or laughed and sometimes went home and jacked off.

A few weeks short of my 16th birthday that changed. I was at Mrs Finch's doing a full day of lawns, pool and car. Mr Finch travels a lot in his job and is often away for weeks at a time. I had noticed Mrs Finch, Val, dressing differently and generally watching me while I worked. All the work and fresh air had filled out my frame and browned my skin and as I regularly worked in shorts and T-shirts the women would check me out. When I arrived Val was wearing cargo shorts and a blouse. Later she had changed into short cut-off jeans that revealed long tanned legs and the blouse was now tied up under her boobs exposing her midriff. By the end of the day she was wearing an almost see through sun dress. My only access to sex was some magazines I'd found in a garage clear out so I had an idea of what things looked like and how they went together but I still hadn't done it yet.

Val kept bringing me drinks, mostly orange juice, and by days end I was feeling a little worse for wear. I didn't think it was the work or the sun so maybe Val spiked my drinks. I was sitting on the lounge waiting be paid and Mr Tink to come and collect me when Val came in to say she had to go to the bank to get some cash. I told her she could pay me later. Just then a beep sounded from the laundry and Val asked could I do one last job while she was gone and fold the underwear that was in the drier. I headed towards the laundry as Val left the house which is why I didn't hear the car leave. I collected the underwear in the basket and as I passed through the kitchen I saw an open vodka bottle on the bench top.

It seemed a lot of underwear for a lady living by herself but maybe she just let it build up till she had a full load. I began by selecting matching socks and balling them up. Then I selected underwear by colour and folded it into various piles. I started to look at the different styles, materials and colours and thinking of how they looked on Val and it was then that I felt my dick begin to swell. I picked up a pair of briefs made from a sheer material and on the front panel was am image of a finger pointing down to where her clit would be. On the back were two hands that appeared to be gripping her arse. My dick was throbbing to my heart beat and was as stiff as I can remember it being. Then I pushed my hand into the pile and grabbed a pair at random hitting the jack pot. These were a black stretchy lace pair of crotch-less briefs. Before I'd just had an image of Val in my mind wearing the briefs and showing me her arse and how they shaped to her curves but these were different because you would only wear crotch-less briefs if you were having sex.