Disclaimer: all the same legal stuff... this does not suggest that any of the characters in the story are gay and Wales Today is a BBC Copyright.
This is a story about two BBC journalists, Richard Bilton (see my story 'BBC News') and 'Wales Today' reporter Hywell Griffiths.
IN WALES TODAY
There was a shipment of dangerous chemicals heading through the Irish Sea. Greenpeace planned a protest. The BBC had sent Richard Bilton to St Justinians to cover the story. BBC Wales had also sent Hywell Griffiths to report for 'Wales Today'.
The pair had never meet but as Hywell knew the area well when Richard got to St J's the pair met up to discuss the best way to report the story. The pair decided to share resources and spent the day together.
Richard was one of the best, if not the best, looking male at BBC News, he was a massive hit with the ladies (and with some of the guys). He had a great body that was hid on screen under his shirt and tie. Hywell was a little younger than Richard and hadn't been at the BBC for so long. He was cute; black hair, fairly thin and tall. He had a slightly toned body but hadn't spent as long as Richard in the gym.
Richard did a live link into the 6 o'Clock News and then watched as ten minutes later Hywell did a live link into Wales Today. After Hywell had finished the pair went off to the local pub for a drink as the production team packed away all the technical equipment.
They got on well and as they drank more and more the subject of sex came up. Hywell was straight, well mostly, he'd sucked a few cocks in his time but that was expected in the media industry, most he was a guy who liked nothing more than to get a lady in bed and fuck her senceless. Richard wasn't fussy about who he got off with and as he'd been so busy in the past few weeks the only way he'd gotten off was by using his right-hand. He was looking for a good fuck or at least a blow job. As the night wore on he found that he wanted to be sucked by Hywell.
It was now about 9.30, the pair had downed a fair few pints.
"I haven't fucked anyone for weeks" Richard said in a drunken slur.
Hywell didn't know what to say
"I've been so fucking busy" Richard continued "all I've done is wank but its not the same is it? I could really do with a blow job"
His hand landed on Hywells thigh and moved up to his crotch. Their eyes met.
"Whatca say?"
"Uhhhh.... ermmm... well... I,I,I... I'd love too" Hywell forced himself to say. Sure he wasn't gay but he did enjoy having a cock in his mouth.
Richard stood up and walked out of the pub. St J's was a quiet little place and the pair didn't have to walk far before they found themselves in an issolated, but faintly lit, place. Richard undid his belt and let his trossers fall to the ground. His cock was already hard and Hywell could just make out the outline of it in the boxers. Richard pushed his boxers down to the ground and his 8" piece of meat sprang out.
Hywell couldn't wait to get the beautiful cock in his mouth and he fell to the ground and began to lick the tip of Richard's meat.
"oooooh thats fucking good" Richard moaned.
Hywell swallowed the first couple of inches of the cock and then slowly made his way further down towards the bush of pubic hairs that lay at the base of the shaft. He wrapped his tongue around the shaft and swallowed some more. He gagged a little so moved out before moving back in. The cock slipped down his throat and Hywells nose began to get tickled by Richard's pubes.
Hywell sucked harder and harder. Richard moaned louder and louder as his balls tighten and he thrust his hips towards Hywell. His cum shot through his shaft, out of his tip and into Hywell's mouth. Hywell swallowed spurt after spurt of Richard's hot juice.
"Arghh, argh, arrrrrgh" moaned Richard as he shot his last load "that was great."
Richards cock fell out of Hywells mouth and Richard pulled his boxers back up and ajusted his cock before pulling his trousers back up.
"Thanks a lot for that" he said to Hywell "I'll look forward to working with you again". Then he turned and walked away towards his prodution team that were back in the pub.
Hywell sat on the ground, the taste of cum still in his mouth. He had a ragging hard-on in his boxers. He began to rub his cock through his trousers and then unzipped his fly. He pushed his hand inside and pulled out is 9" cock and began to slowly wank himself off. He built up speed and quickly came to climax. His hips spasmed as sperm spurted out and shot onto the grass. Hywell through his head back and moaned out load as the last shot flew through the air and landed on the ground.
He pushed his softening cock back in his trousers and stood up and walked towards his car.
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