Buggered

I got some work as a rent boy.
I needed the money.
I got taken to a posh hotel room by a fat businessman in a suit.
"My ex-wife says I'm a closet homosexual," I said, trying to make conversation.
"You don't say," he said.
"What would you like me to do?" I asked him.
"Lie down on the floor and get buggered by me," he said.
I took my trousers off and lay down on the luxurious carpet. Just then, his mobile rang and he started talking into it. I made to get up, but he gestured at me to stay where I was.
Then, he switched to a headset and carried on the conversation while he shafted me.
He finished the call he was on, then made two calls to Hong Kong, one to New York and three to Caracas before he was finished with me. It was awful.

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