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The first masturbation fantasy that I recall involves myself and my cousin Eric. Eric is six years older than I am and I first remember him from a family reunion the summer after I turned nine years old.
As a young lad I deplored family reunions and all the crap that went along with them, but not this year. This year was indeed different because this year Eric arrived. From that night, on and off over the next 6 or 7 years, Eric was the main character when I had a wank.

I didn't dare let anyone find out about this crush of mine, not in my rather redneck family and surrounds. Instead, I focused my attention entirely on my dick and the fantasies of Eric.

The next time that I caught up with Eric was three years later at another family reunion. For the first time ever I was given the choice of attending or not. I think my mother almost had a heart attack when I consented to going. Little did she know the wicked thoughts going on inside my head.

The fantasy I had concocted was smashed to bits the first evening of the family gathering. Eric wasn't there. From the happy boy looking forward to going to this reunion I turned into the miserable boy who wanted to be at home in his own bed.

I went to bed early that night, saddened about not getting to see Eric. I tossed and turned all night and was miserable when I woke up the next morning. Not for long, though. I did the morning rituals and then went out to the large verandah for the breakfast gathering.

My mood immediately changed back to the happy boy at a family reunion; there at the other side of the balcony was Eric. He wasn't alone though, he was with another boy of about the same age.

My dick had even more of a workout that night now that there were two boys to concentrate my hand on. I don't recall the exact fantasies, if there were any. I do recall a grand feeling of playing with my dick with Eric and Scott in mind.

Over the next couple of years I saw the two of them on several occasions and was happy to learn, just after I turned 16, that Eric and Scott were moving to my town so that Scott could attend the local university.

By the time they had arrived to live in town, I had been hawking my arse for just over six months. One night when I was out with the other boys making a few bucks in that infamous alley between the churches. While I knew that Eric and Scott were lovers, I had no idea that they were both working their arses as well, so I was a bit terrified when their car pulled up and stopped in front of me.

I thought I was in big trouble when they said, "Get in, we're getting out of here." Trembling, I got into the car with them. I was sure I was going to be taken home to my grandmother and have the whole kettle of beans spilled.

How wrong I was. Instead, we went back to their flat for what I thought was going to be a stern lecture. Wrong again.

Over the next three hours Eric and Scott told me how they met: they were both working as escorts and they had a client together. Shortly thereafter they became lovers and had been living and working together for over 3 years when they moved to town.

After this conversation I was told that I needed to know a few things about working, and they were right of course. They taught me a few skills in basic defense, to up the prices I was charging, and loads of things to use in the common kitchen for a bit extra dosh with BDSM, as well as the need to look after myself health wise and to take a break when I wasn't feeling up to it.

After this mini-lecture we adjourned to the bedroom where we stayed for most of the rest of the weekend. My fantasy had become more real than I could ever have imagined or hoped for.

Over the next six months, we became very close friends and had more than the occasional romp in the hay. At the end of the university year, the two of them decided to move back to the city to continue Scott's education at a more prestigious school and to make more money working as whores in a big city. I was devestated for a short while, but knew things would get better.

Three months after they left I receive a ticket to go visit them. After enhancing ourselves with a mixture of chemicals, we went out to a sex club. It was another first, and I was in pig heaven, having the most amazing weekend of my life - doing clients with the two of them, getting loads of cash and heaps of drugs thrust at me left, right and centre.

For the next three years I would visit them every two or three months and have a repeat performance, coming home with more money than I left with.

For my birthday before leaving to move to Australia, I went with them to another big city and we had a week of sex, drugs and debauchery.

On the night of my birthday, I was preparing to go out with Eric and Scott when they came into my room and said, "We're going out now, see you in the morning." I was furious! They had given me a fantastic week in a big city doing all kinds of weird and interesting things at weird and interesting places and on this night, my birthday, they were going out without me.

I was furious but tried to hide it as they left.

Some short time later (it could have been 5 minutes, it could have been half an hour), there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and standing between Eric and Scott was myfavourite porn star. And that's another story.