My Fair Lad - Part 10
A reimagining of My Fair Lady. Set in London, about now.
It tells the story of Chas, a rough edged lad, down on his luck and Mark a successful banker. Mark and his banker colleague Gerry make a bet that he can teach Chas to be a gentleman and be accepted into the banking profession.
Chas is in Ramsgate plotting his future.
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London Calling
I get to the flat and unbox the laptop, the screens a bit small but it doesn't take up a whole room. I can always relegate this for viewing porn, er sorry, for searching the internet, and set a bigger one up in the second bedroom.
I think of Terry, naked setting it up, my cock twitches. Fuck, maybe I have got Reg's genes, afterall he's had enough of his spunk up me to soak in.
I connect the laptop to the broadband, just a pain typing in the weird password, and I set up a more business like gmail address and e-mail Gerry.
I get the contract back immediately and some e-sign jiggery pokery to get through and I send it off.
I make a cuppa, the instant coffee is not hitting the taste buds, but the caffeine rush sharpens me up.
I hear the email come in and open it. The attachment is a zip file with the final trading statement from the partnership with the deductions agreed and the 10 monthly trading statements.
I transferred the £1,124,600 to the bank account on Gerry's email.
I got a phone call from my banks fraud office and they were satisfied that I hadn't fallen for a scam. I wasn't that sure, Gerry is certainly capable of scamming as I can atest to today!
Gerry calls me,
`Thankyou for that, Celia will be pleased, you get to buy a warehouse and I get a house in Salcombe overlooking the sea, it's a cruel world',
`My pleasure Gerry,'
`You've no idea how you could pleasure me, dear boy but I expect you might enjoy it. However, moving on, we need to meet in town, nothing fancy, those days are well and truly over'.
`How about the Wetherspoons in Leicester Square, Thursday,
`Gawd, are we reduced to this?'
`You'll love it Gerry, put hairs on your chest, you posh boys normally eat at one o'clock don't you?,
`Yes dear boy, one o'clock, so as to be back to the office no later than ten past two'.
See you then', I say oh and a word of advice, you pay before they pour',
How very ghastly' he said TTFN',
`Chin up' I say and rang off.
I emailed the statement that Gerry sent me to my solicitors who got in touch with the vendors solicitors and agreed the documents were all in order. Completion is on Friday.
I called Reg,
`Make it quick lad, I'm doing St. Albans market, it's brisk trade, heaving',
`OK Reg, I thought I'd let you know I'm completing on the warehouse on Friday',
`Yeah I know, the agents just called me, and don't forget I'm blooming giving it away', he rang off.
Well fuck me, the old rogue has shafted me again! He gives me his old shag wagon, and strips £900k from me.
Still it's a not bad price, Gerry said I can offset it against tax. I can shack up in the warehouse flat with lover boy, save paying for rent and site security.
I've still got a couple of million clear, let's see what happens and thanks to Gerry I've got a bonefide trading account.
I look in the cupboards, they're bare. I walk to the local off-licence and get two 10 can fridge packs of Stella a multipack of crisps and a 4 pint container of milk.
Gav gets in, `I'm knackered' he says as he slumps in the chair. I open the fridge and toss him a can,
`Oh, nice and cold' he says as he rubs it on his cheeks then jams it down between his legs,
`Oh my balls, that's better, they've been steaming hot all day, sticking to my thighs',
He cracks the can takes a long deep draught and sees the laptop,
`Oh yeah, porn on demand', he taps the keyboard,
`What's the password, GingerFucker1?' And laughs at his own joke.
`It's strictly for work, for now, till we get set up in our very own shag pad on Friday!',
`What, you've bought it?',
No Gav, we've bought it',
`Oh that reminds me, I got paid for a guvvie rewire that SloMo and I did, £200 smackers, here for kitty.
`I need to put another £100 in then. Listen why don't we set-up a joint account?',
Don't do drugs sorry' he laughed, but yeah, good idea, then I can blow all your money',
He finished the can and burped. He sniffed his pits and farted, `oops, sorry, fuck I'm ripe as well'
`I'm gonna have a piss and grab a shower',
`OK',
I said and I pulled off my fleece top and shook out my arms, doing a half flex, I prised off my trainers grinning at him, and waited,
`Fuck yeah, I'm in for that', says Gav,
Then my trackie bottoms fell,
he started to strip out of his work gear,
`Let me' I said,
`But I'm cruddy'
`Mmmm'
I moaned as I shoved my head up inside his thick work shirt, in the dark, in the musk, the smell of plaster dust and sweat and toil, I feel him rub my head,
`Ooh I'm pregnant' he laughs,
I suck the salt from one nip, turn my head and hear the stitches stretch and complain, the other side is just as tasty, his nips getting rubbery now as I suckle like an infant.
I break off and see in light from his neck hole, his pits are a dark, bushy, black against his skin, a slight shimmer of sweat glistening. I push up and snort his essence, pure man, working lad sweat, an honest days work shared between them.
The stitches creak again as I lick out his other pit then down to his belly button, feeling bits of plaster, like eggshell on my tongue, as I arrow in. The musk getting stronger as I go deeper, my nostrils tuned to the formula,
Gav's still rubbing my head,
`I hope it's a girl, I always wanted a girl'
He pauses, remembering Shelle, I feel a sob reverberate through my face, from his abs tensing, but he manages to keep it together as head slides out and my hands undo his workwear, a double French fly, then his fly buttons, then a final gateway zipper,
`Like getting into Fort fucking Knox is this',
Yeah, there's gold in there' says Gav, it's to keep Slomo out, I see him looking, fucking perv',
He's massaging my hair as I open the flaps, I spy the wet patch on his white standard issue, living at home, aertex Y Fronts revealing his cock slit, pumping out pre-cum.
I arrow my tongue and lick around the bulge, trying to open the slit, he gasps and scrunches my scalp. I whip the precum into a lather with my tongue. His cock pulsing, the thick central vein enlarging, pumping more blood to his already engorged dick. He pulls away and lifts his work shirt over his head, his black ink pits and show, his abs, showing as he wrestles with the shirt pulling it over his head,
He poos his head out of the dirt and throw it on the sofa.
`What are you gawping at?'
`Mmm yellow dribbles soaked in, cock lemonade',
I lick the fabric tentatively, his cock so thick, raging,
`You really are a dirty get',
I sniff the aroma and almost cough, fuck that's strong, errant piss distilled inside his shaft and oozed out over the day as he moves about, stretching, getting a semi then relaxing.
`Mmm, and these' as I sniff his balls, lifting them up on my nose, feeling their weight, heavy and warm on my conk but my interest lies deeper.
I'm on track now, I nudge in, he turns and squats a little to open his legs and part his cheeks, the fabric tight over the valley of his arese. I nuzzle in, my tongue stuck out, grazing up the fabric as my nose prods at the cloth, it yielding, my nose pushing into his crack, my arrowed tongue diving in, my palms opening up him crack wider.
I pull the waistband down at the back, his beautiful buns slap back together wobbling like jelly till he clenches them hard. No entry now.
I reach forward and feel his shaft through the fabric and squeeze it, soft and warm but steely underneath. I lift the waistband up and over his cockhead, careful not to touch it and it pulling out further I release him, his Y fronts fall to his ankles.
He steps out of them, I see the brown tight crease and cream coloured stains of his daily emissions on the inside front.
His cheeks soften and I take my opportunity to dive in, nuzzling, licking and spitting up his black, thickly haired crack, his hairs parted now with spit, his deep musk on my tongue as I spy his hole, fuck, I feel my cock spew and look down and see a shiny pool forming.
I stand, my dick pushes between his legs, lifting his nuts out of the way. I pump in and out as I caress his body and tweak his nipples.
He turns and we hug, cocks pressed on abs.
`You're such a sexy fucker' he says,
We are both ready.
I make a move, he repels me,
`No, you don't nail me that easily' he says, grinning,
He stands in a fighting pose, arms curved, squatting a little, legs apart, watching me, waiting to grab me, to make me surrender to his 8 inch pole, swaying in front of him.
I make a move, lightning fast, he repels me, I'm in a headlock, I know I'm swim fit but this lads ladder fit, hauling tool boxes fit, chasing out stone walls fit. I feel hot, I can barely breathe. He drags me to the bedroom and we fall back onto the bed.
`Gotcha, surrender' he says,
`Fuck right off' I splutter,
He tightens his grip,
`Surrender' he says again,
I swing my legs and turn my body and knee him hard in his balls,
`Oh like that is it', he tightens further.
I can't breath, I hold on, thinking of a move, but my body is saying tapout or blackout.
I tap him three times, he releases. I'm on my back on the bed, heaving air into my lungs. I grin up at the victor and lift my legs onto his shoulders,
`Now the prize' he says, licking his lips, serious, horned, stomping, snorting like a bull, desperate to get off.
He spits, right on target, my hole now wet, he pushes his dick down at the top and I watch it fly back up, his 8 X 2 looking longer, thicker, his foreskin pulled right back, his glans shiny, taut, protruding and holding back the bunched skin, the slit closed but wet, a bead forming, magnifying the minute creases. He grins at me, leers at me. The victor surveying the scene before him, me his conquest.
He sinks in,
`fuuucckk',
I wail as he splits me in two, my skin stretched tight, stinging as he bores deeper, no more waiting, pushing on in, grunting, pushing harder through my resistance, my body repelling the invader with all its power. I'm useless to stop it, my muscles are locked in their own battle to expel the beast at my gate.
He moans and grimaces, pushing harder still. I moan in agony then something yields, my arse surrenders and waves the white flag as he glides in now, smooth, easy, till I feel his pubes crinkle.
He grins, `fucking take it, loser', I grin back, expectantly.
He ploughs on, building up, exciting his rim, my arse lips pushing in and out, he's dangerously deep and long, he pulls out too far,
Shit' he whispers and fumbles, grips his shaft and clumsily guides it back in, stretching me out again. I smile an it's ok' type of look.
He pushes my legs back further, my back curves and I rise a little then he hits my button, the fireworks explode, `oh yeah' I moan. I look down, my dick now a soft squishy, snouty pipe, jiggling as he rams me, faster, more determined now, in his stride.
He pushes my legs further towards me, I'm doubled up, his body falls between my spatchcocked legs and I rise up to kiss him as he cums, and cums and cums, his head rocks back as he half lays on me, all hairy arms and legs. We smell his musk, his acrid sweat, his arse smells filling the air, we breathe deeply, heavily.
He's laughing, wet with sweat, looking at me, ravaged, he's playing with my soft cock, laughing at my impotence, the victor over his spoils.
`See if Gavo can get this little piggy hard shall we?' He laughs, lifting it up by the foreskin and letting it drop, teasing me,
He suckles my cock, tasting the sticky precum, now a thick coating on the inside of my snout, his tongue opens me up and touches my slit, waking up the snake that writhes as blood shoots at the speed of a bullet, under the pressure with every heartbeat.
He takes hold and purses his lips to kiss the bunched foreskin as he retracts his hand down my shaft pulling the skin back, exposing my crown, he blows on it and I twitch, my cock pulsing, as I lay back.
Keeping a hold of me he swings his leg over me, he's facing me grinning, laughing as he lowers his arse over my pole, he rises, growls into his hand and coats his hole with his spit, drooling out, lowering and guiding my shaft to its desired destination. Lower he sinks, and it's me that wants release now, I'm the captive, under the victors control.
I breathe in, fuck he stinks, this hunk coated in of wet, acrid sweat and arse close to me, staring at me, our eyes locked as he rises and falls on my shaft, pleasuring himself on my pole.
I'm nothing but a human dildo, his soft cock swaying, his snout brushing on my abs when he's at his lowest and swaying like a pendulum when at his limit, he waits at his zenith to feel me pulse into his ring, his ass muscle sqeezing tight over my glans, then he sinks down again. He's quickening his pace now, I'm getting close, he pulls off and I beat my cock off as he sits waiting, playing with his own, now hard.
I pausevsomehow and wait for him, he nods in recognition, a polite thankyou, as he gets harder still.
I push his hand away and beat his cock, he's on mine instantly as we tense our arm muscles and shuffle in closer, our knuckles grazing our abs as we take each other's cocks to the brink.
I see his eyes look worried, glassy, his face half smile, half grimace, his head tilt to one side, his breath ragged.
He tries to say something as he shoots, his spurts flying so high, landing in my hair and down my face, and another, volley after volley splattering down from on high.
He watches me now, expectantly as he pumps me faster whilst he cums, he's on the `shaking a spray can' strokes as I cum in a roar of release and plume after plume flies out, more than matching his second cumming.
We kiss deeply, passionately, the cum wet between us, smearing over our heaving chests and running down our faces as we relaxed. Laughing on a sex high. I play with jizz on his hair, smearing it like shampoo, we start to rub the cum like body lotion, smearing it over each other, cold as it dries on us.
We lue back and I pulled the sheet across and we dozed in a cummy haze.
I woke, and caressed his face, his eyes in a half sleep,
`You smell fucking gorgeous' I said, my dick recovered.
He beamed, `you really think so? I'm shacked up with a fucking perv',
`I know so' I said burrowing into his pits.
He got up I'm busting he said, hard as a rail.
I whacked his arse with his top, as he ran into the bathroom,
He prised his cock down and pissed a thin stream, I joined him, we both relaxed and tried our best, he started an acceptable flow, and my cock twitched, spraying it up the lid,
`Oops' I said,
Our flows increased slowly as we concentrated. He shook, finished, his cock beautifully chubby, hanging low, the odd drip forming, dripping from his foreskin. I was peeing a good stream now, smelling our aroma, that honeyed, cloying smell.
I went to run the shower,
`Oh no you don't, come on, pub, I'm gagging for a drink, and my Harris and a shower can wait.',
We are dressed in 2 shakes, both commando again and half walk and run to the pub.
The Monty Arms is busy, we get a nod from the landlord and sit down in the tap room with our pints. A few tables of blokes, talking about, work, the injustices of wives and birds. No one notices us, no one comments on the stink of sweat from us.
Now, rules apply here. You can sit next to each other and talk, but only glance at each other. You can look at how big, small, soft or hard someone is, everyone does. No eye contact unless you're telling a joke or you're playing pool or darts. No touching any part of anyone, unless it's a strength test like a wrassle, a head lock, or you've comically pushed his nose into your groin, arse crack or given him a comedy kiss on the smackers to show how liberal you are.
We sit and drink our pints. Gav pipes up,
`I've had a bitch of a day, I can't wait till I've got my part 18 and Slomo doesn't have to check my fucking work, I've night school tomorrow, my City and Guilds 2382 wiring regs course at Broadstairs tech',
He says proudly .
`I should be back for 9, or why not come down the pub, the lads are a good laugh?'
He finished his first quickly, I followed gulping down, `My shout', he says.
Well that about 2382 womens guild' might have been Chinese to me, apart from My Shout' which are my favourite two words to hear'.
`I thought they were 'pull out?',
he quips, blushing as he was a bit too loud and a guy looked over and half smiled.
Gav stands and nods to the landlord, no words are necessary and beckons me for the kitty purse. He catches it and pays and passes me a pint, pocketing the wallet.
We need that joint account sharpish, I'll sort it tomorrow then we can have a card each and just bip on the card machine.
Three pints of Stella has me a bit giddy, and horny. I go for a pee, it rises up in the cold dank gents, I nip into the stalls, Gav at the side of me laughs,
`what's got you horny now?',
`You, it's always you',
I stand close behind Gav as we leave the pub to shield my burgeoning boner from view, the cool air makes it recede a little, but it's soon up and ready.
We are on the shortcut by the flats, the bin store is ahead. My dick knew before me. I drag Gav in, yank his trackies down and bend to his arse to spit lube him up and taste him again.
I slip in, he's loving it, powering back onto my shaft, I don't have to do much, just push back in if he overreaches. He knows I'm close,
`Pull out' he says,
He kneels and I squirt my load into his open mouth. We hear bicycle gears back pedal, and see a lad peering through the gaps in the chequered pattered bricks. How do?' He says, I can tell he's wanking off, the lads face crumples and he groans, his spunk flies through a lower gap in the wall, long ropes on the floor. He flips away, fumbles and shouts cheers lads' as he cycles off.
We leave, striding quickly out,
`Fuck that was close' says Gav,
`Yeah, his first plume just missed my leg',
`I think I know him, he was in the year below me. Do you think he recognised me?',
`Unless he knows your arse or the back of your head intimately. I think you'll be OK',
We walk to the chippy, get our fish and chips to `eat now' and scoff them out of the paper walking back, the chips blistering hot, acrid with vinegar and dosed in salt.
We sit on a wall and finish them off. It's nice being with Gav, nice being here in Rammo with my bestie. My cocks chubbing up at the thought of Gav getting naked and hard, just for me.
`What's got you going? Oh fuck need I ask?'.
I slide my hand under his warm arse cheeks. He lifts a cheek and blows wind. Then laughs and runs off, me chasing him.
We get back and strip, all greasy fingers, he's boned and eager, just how I like him,
`Come on we can have a sexy shower fuck and I can tickle your trout, get you off',
He gets me all soaped up and I massage him as I rub the gel deep into Gav's shoulders, he's groaning, loving it, easing the pain of his work day.
I lean against the wall, he stands behind me and he slips in, up mostly. I rock my feet to move higher, and get into a rhythm, small movements as I rock my ankles. Gav is moaning, trying to make longer moves, I just push my arse out or in to keep him locked up me fully, with no space to move his cock in me, his pubes are my depth gauge, when I don't feel his pubes I push back till I feel them prickle. He's trapped, up me, rock hard,
`Oh Chas, let me fuck you' he moans,
Over and over, `Chas, Chas, please let me',
`Chas I'm gonna pull out, I need to cum',
`No your fucking not, be patient Gav',
I let him go a little and he's rabbit fucking me, then I rock back and feel him push into my back, pushing harder, gripping me tight, moving his cock millimetres up my chute. Pressing on my button, my turn to moan.
I give him more room, he bangs at me rapidly again, his strokes lengthening now as I release my lock, long purposeful strokes now, a single aim,
`Pull out', I say,
`No fucking chance' he shouts,
He's drilling my arse hole, he's in charge now, ramming me hard, I'm pushed against the cold tiles, loving it. I shoot on the tiles, he grunts and cums up me, his leg juddering.
I run out of the shower, dripping wet and windy, I dump most of his cum out as I sit on the pan, I run back in the shower and wash my arse, a final soap up as Gav dries himself and then takes time drying me, caressing me.
We climb into bed naked, the funk of our earlier session lingers, our pine soapy smell cutting through. We sleep.
I'm up early, when Gav is, we tame our woodies in our undies and dress. A horn beeps,
`fuck that's Slomo' he says.
I watch as Gav stretches out his back, then bends and hauls his tool boxes and his arse out of the door.
I walk to the station. I'm booked on the 6:28 train, Rammo to St Pancras. London and Gerry.
TBC