As you walk away from the posh spot where London's Old Bond Street goes New, there is an antiques store with beautiful French furniture visible through its window. I entered it fascinated not by the wares but by the attendant, a muscular blond fellow in a gray suit, Oxford shirt and wearing a distinguished blue tie. He immediately came to my help and started, ever so understatedly, drawing my attention to what he considered his most interesting pieces. Trying to point out this and that to me, he had to bow down and ask me to also zoom in on the spot he had in mind. During these inspections, given the proximity of both of us to the object in question, our bodies would brush ever so lightly against each other. In the beginning these were unavoidable accidents, no more. At one point though, he approached me from behind and even through the fabric of both our garments I could distinctly feel his hard-on resting tensely against my butt. I turned my head around, and our eyes met in a gaze of hot desire.
"Downstairs I have an even better preserved writing-desk from the same period, it's signed, you must see it." After I nodded my agreement, he went to the door, locked it and placed a "Closed for lunch" sign on it.
We descended a quite steep wooden staircase, and he led me to the back. Then he suddenly stopped and turned around. I bumped into him, my lips landed on his and we both started laughing. I pulled him close to me and started fondling his muscular ass. He seemed to enjoy this and started playing with my nipples through my t-shirt. I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He wore long striped cotton underpants, which I almost tore off him. He unzipped my pants, released my hard-on, took a step toward the wall and leant on it with both his hands. I understood his message, lowered my pants and boxers, while with one hand pushed back he was playing with my cock. He handed me a jar, and I lubed my cock and his hole. He looked back at me and made a gesture of let's start. Without another minute's wait I entered and started slowly fucking him. With both his hands against the wall, he could not attend to his own hard-on without loosing his balance. I therefore took it in my tight fist and started rubbing it. He moaned in gratitude. I used this moan to pick up the pace and push in deeper. The moan became louder. The bugger loved it.
Suddenly I heard a noise next to me. I looked to my left and there I saw a young brown-haired athletic lad, barely out of his teens, presumably the one hired to move the pieces of furniture around when needed. He was watching us with a smile of deep pleasure on his face and rubbing his own gorgeous piece of meat. With my head I signaled him to approach us, which the lad did. I had him position himself in a way in which with one hand I could rub both their hard cocks. I sat down on a Louis XV armchair with the attendant in my lap, riding my rod, and the lad working their two cocks. By virtue of his youth I guess, it was the lad who first shot his load in the attendant's face, and a few minutes later, the attendant and I together, as if by command, started moaning loudly, till in the end the attendant's load washed the lad's face and I shot a big load up the attendant's hole. As we got up a small stain of my cum was visible on the blue silk in which the armchair was upholstered.
"Damn" the attendant exclaimed. "What if a customer sees this?"
"By then it will be surely dry, and give the chair character." We started laughing all three of us.
"Yes, I'll tell them the chair had stood in the Dauphin's room and this is a stain of royal cum. That should add a few hundred pounds to its value"
"You are so good at making up those stories" the lad admiringly exclaimed, still rubbing an erection. The attendant motioned us to dress fast and leaving the lad to take care of himself, the attendant and I went upstairs. He unlocked the door and removed the "Closed" sign from it. I was just taking my leave, when a dowager in a longish dress, with a flower-decorated hat on her head, entered the store and haughtily enquired,
"Young man, do you by any chance have a Louis XV armchair in stock?"
"As it happens I do have an armchair known to have stood in the Dauphin's bedroom" and he started escorting lady downstairs. He turned to me for a moment, winked and with a gesture requested I mind the store while he is downstairs.
Once down, I could hear him giving the lady a long-winded speech. I could not make out every word of it, but it was clearly an explanation of the stain. I could understand every word of the lady's slowly delivered reply,
"Oh dear, that is really fascinating. I understand why this raises the price." I was moved by this compliment to my fresh cum.