My Fair Lad - Part 13
Chas is in Ramsgate plotting his future. Mark a distant nightmare.
He's setting up home with Gav, trying to forge a new life for himself and the lad he loves.
Step by step, slowly, slowly catches the monkey.
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Moving in, moving on
David came up with the costs, `basic, better and best', bang on time, like everything he did. With Reg out of my hair, the lad settled with Gavs folks and the £200k from Reg, I chose the best of David's options.
We met Rachel and she showed the us the mood boards, she'd sussed us out, made one bedroom, the second bedroom into a games area with a fold down double guest bed and seats with storage units under.
The main bedroom had a huge `play bathroom' she called it, with a large double shower, an automatic whirlpool bath and a fancy electric bidet. She had knocked the two en-suites together and converted an old store cupboard in the hallway for a half bath for guests.
We loved it, £100k, but heck Gav's worth it, and I'd started trading with Gerry whilst it was being built so would hopefully be seeing some money coming in for a change!
We were lucky that the holiday flat had no bookings until Easter, so I paid upfront and gave David and Rachel that date as a firm deadline for completing the spaces. They had a good team of workers, we didn't need Slomo on a weekend.
Gav and I went to Crawley for our holiday/Part 18 course. We had booked a decent hotel with a pool and a spa That was walkable to Gavs training venue.
I unlocked the door with the keycard and Gav ran in, I followed and as the door swung close Gav hugged me tight around my waist,
`A few days away, in a hotel, fuck I feel naughty, how about you?',
`Er Houston we got a problem',
`Fuck yeah, why did you book two single beds?',
`I didn't, I booked a King room, see', I showed Gav the confirmation',
`I'll sort this out, wait here, don't disturb anything',
Gav left and after about 10 minutes came back with a porter who silently carried our bags to a room at the end of the corridor. He passed me the keycard, turned and left. No words spoken.
Gav ran in, it was a larger room with a king size double.
`Where were we?' Said Gav,
`You were about to say how gorgeous I am an ravish me',
'I was, but the time has passed, put the kettle on first will ya',
I filled the kettle in the bathroom basin, as Gav started to tell me about the standoff at reception, as he undressed.
`I said there had been an error as we had booked a double King room and have singles, he gave an off pat excuse about a last minute delayed flight had taken all the rooms and they had allocated our booking to a couple. I asked them to check their availability and stood, a queue was forming behind me as they flicked through card index boxes and looked at the computer screen, they eventually apologised for their error and allocated us a king room',
Gav, now naked, his 8X2 swaying deliciously as he moved the net curtains from the window and peered out,
`Fuck Chas another 10 feet and we'd have been sleeping on the airport runway!',
`Tea or coffee?',
`Just you, after a whizz', he said and ran into the bathroom, his balls bouncing.
I heard his familiar breaking wind, a sigh and him drilling into the toilet pan, a flush, quick wash, and he runs towards me, I'm laid in bed, he lunges high and lands at the side of me as I pull the covers back. Synchronicity or sexchronicity.
`I love hotels, they get me so fucking horny, let's have a sesh now and then we can relax by that huge pool and then sink a few, get some grub and see how horny we feel at bedtime?',
I nod, I like a man with a plan, and Gavs tool certainly had one, as later I groaned at his lightning entry.
Gav was up and away early for his course, leaving me in a sated slumber after his early morning ministrations.
I got into swimming in their pool every morning, getting back to my routine, counting down the 70 lengths, then a sauna, shower and a solitary breakfast with the business men, before trading and then getting ready for Gavin coming back at 4 after his course when we'd go to the spa, having the works.
The girls in the spa were lovely, they sussed us out and booked side by side double treatments for us, facials, the works.
Tracy booked us a masseur, Ben, beefy ben, who was sooo good, he sorted out, nearly, all of Gavs knotted muscles, leaving the best one for me.
I think the girls enjoyed having two, non threatening, fit blokes around, Gav is very easy on the eye.
One of the girls asked us if we wanted a `back, sack and crack' hair removal treatment,
Gav said no instantly,
she said, `well think about it boys, I've heard it's a lot of fun as the hairs grow back',
That night as I was licking up Gav's hairy crack, the smell of the spa treatment and his musk on my nose, I said,
`Shall we both have it done, share the pain?',
`Fuck I'd be too embarrassed' says Gav, she's fit too, what if I get a woody?',
`I think the thought of the wax ripping your hairs off your jewels would stop that!'
I laughed as I nipped a few of his crack hairs and pulled them.
`Ouch, no fucking way',
said Gav as I showed him the three tiny hairs I'd pulled out.
`Anyway you wear baggy paper knickers and they never see you completely naked, they just move the paper out of the way and do lots of smaller areas. Just think about the fun as it grows back, prickly!'
`It's still a no, what would the lads on the hockey team say?',
`Er, how would they know, do they ask you to bend over and show your crack, or suck your balls? Have you got something you need to tell me?',
He wrassled me on the bed.
It was still a no,
I love `holiday Gav' even more, that job is wearing him down. I'm thinking we should holiday somewhere warm and liberal, but not too liberal this summer.
Easter came and, as promised, David and Rachel gave us the reveal tour, the warehouse was perfect. All those ugly heaters gone, new clean lighting, walls spray painted.
The metals storage area had a drivers facility with a toilet, shower and kitchen corner for brews and sandwiches.
The sporty end had the floor marked out for multiple games and the pull on nets to separate it into four badminton courts or a whole 5 a side or hockey pitch.
The changing rooms are perfect, 10 shower heads down one wall, stalls, lockers and benches, the medics room has two masseur benches accessible from either changing room.
The kitchen is functional with a big table to seat 12 on benches and has a few arm chairs and a coffee table dotted around a wall mounted TV and has dimmable lighting.
The flat was great, just as she said, there were flowers on the table crockery in the cupboards and in the fridge was milk, beer and a bottle of champagne.
We moved in that day, it was easy really, just our hold all's to take. All the beds were made, towels in the bathroom, spares in the airing cupboard.
I dropped the keys in for the holiday flat and thanked the agents for letting us stay so long.
`Our first proper place' says Gav, as he lifted me up, and almost dropped me,
`Your getting to be such a hunk, you'll do my back in'. He said.
We christened the whirlpool bath with the champagne, it reminded me of London and Mark.
We chinked glasses, supped and fell into a kiss, as we slid under the warm bubbly water, locked together, suffice to say we christened a lot of areas that night. The superking bed was great, you have the space to have a choice of warm or cold, and the way Gav cums, wet or dry.
We watched a corny porno on the TV in the playroom as we had recovered enough to test the mattress.
Gerry phoned every couple of days, I think he's checking I'm working. I'd text him, but he`s old school and prefers to chat.
`Ah dear boy. We need a six month review meeting, say a Friday, you boys could stay over, I thought we could go out as a four, somewhere nice then to my club, celebrate our gains, all on expenses of course. I'll see when were both free, clear of blooming opera and so called musical theatre bookings, don't worry I wouldn't subject a friend to that. I'll text a few possible dates'.
I told Gav, he looked a bit nervous,
`a foursome eh, we finally get to meet the mysterious Celia, I need a suit!',
`Me too, a good excuse for a trip up town, I know just the place, oh and I'm paying as it's a works do',
Gav laughed at the `works do' and added,
I thought fancy pants' would know a place to get clobber',
nipping my arse and copping a feel of my package, as he jammed his cold hands down my warm trackies chilling my nuts and getting the required reaction as he grappled me to the bedroom.
I'm on my back, Gavs just pulled out and is spraying his seed all over me, jet after jet, plume after plume, the Sunday sun sending beams of light through the window, like central station, catching the dust and illuminating his ropes of white as they intersect the beam on their arc towards my chest.
I look again at Gav, I notice he's filling out too, maturing, getting more rounded, balanced, manlier, the last vestiges of boy growing out of him. Sexier.
He starts laughing and ducks his head low, like a cat, lapping up his cream as he crawled up my belly smiling, purring, prowling then swallowing and showing me his clean tongue, hunting for another plume to follow up my body, writhing on me, pressed on me, hot on me as his now softening snout probes around my solar plexus leaving a slug trail of his seminal fluid.
Gav's brawn is created and maintained through hard work. Mine is through leisure. I joined a classy gym on the Broadstairs Road it's got a big pool, so less turns, same distance and a weights and resistance room that I'm not really into.
It's mostly women when I go, after all the blokes are grafting, so it's quiet, the lads on the desk and the lifeguards know me now and we chat poolside, one says he's doing his sports massage course and would I be up for him practicing on me, just an hour a week. I agreed and say yeah, I can set off earlier, so as not to be late for the markets opening,
I don't want to miss the buzz I get from looking at the raw data, the numbers, trying to decode and understand what's happening, and why, who's up, who's down, and why, and most importantly what's coming next.
I often get up early, you know when my man does, and I check the Singapore markets whilst he fettles his toolbox for the day ahead. 50:50 living, working, playing.
I tell Gav about the invite to have a sports massage with the fit guy, maybe a year or two older than me doing a sports science.
`Oh yeah, and why am I jealous all of a sudden, how fit is he and er what's he called?'
He's called er Josh Parkinson',
I said, reading the card he wrote his name on and pressed into my hand.
Oh I know Josh, from Hockey, er mushroom' we call him, cos he's cut, he plays midfield. He's a good lad, fit too, watch out you don't get a boner!',
`So you're OK with it? What do I wear, trunks?'
`Nah, I think you just take a towel, it's not like either of you haven't seen a cock before is it?',
He got up from the pan and I sat down and did my stuff, watching Gav shave, catching his eyes sparkling through his Santa face as he shaves, his back so broad, his pecs and those guns, the curves on his muscular arms look like candytwist. We shower together he cuddles and kisses me and then with his hand on my nape he pushes me down, and expertly spit lubes me up and pushes on in, a single graceful move like ballet and humps me to his resolution, my taking more of his weight as he cums, tight, close as the two rainfall showers cascade over us, like tropical rain.
I stand and he crouches at my cock, feeling my hot shaft pressed tight against his face, licking it, pumping it, tugging at my balls, squeezing them softly then harder, he pumps me and I shoot, he sucks my cum down, his lips tight, pressing on my crown as my slit squirts my seed between them, me listening to him gulping down my liquor watching his Adam's apple rise and fall.
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and burps, rising up he kisses me and I hunt for my taste in his mouth.
He's still brushing my teeth for me, it's so fucking sexy. I stand naked as he quietly concentrates peering in my mouth, brushing, I spit, he's dressed, Slomo toots and he's gone, leaving me to my numbers.
I finally got round to finding a book keeper, I needed someone close. Gav has a cousin who's older, he's a wages clerk, got two little kids, mortgage and the rest. Gav and I went to see Alan, nothing fancy, we got a takeaway, as a treat for them and had a few drinks and then walked home. I chatted with Alan whilst Gav played with the two boys, his wife was working in the local pub, they needed the cash. We got on, I told him as much as I dare and it didn't phase him.
He said he'd revolutionised the wages at the shipping company, that he was used to dealing with fiddly tax, understood CGT rules as he does the directors remuneration and yes he'd love to do it, for the extra money and for the experience, that it would be a great help financially and for his exams.
Alan calls in at 4pm every day, he walks, it's on his way home. He rings the bell, I let him in, smiling at me, asking how I am and then settling down to meticulously go through my trades since the previous day.
They're erratic. If Gavs watching Arsenal v West Ham or something that doesn't float my boat then I'll deal on some market, somewhere, sniffing out a dip, a rise, some nervousness depicted, carved in stone almost, on their numbers, after all it's always 11 o'clock somewhere when metals dealing starts.
Alan picked up what's required easily, the proof of hedges, the settlement dates, registering buys with LME, making sure each trade has the correct documentation. I pay him at an accountants rate, not as bookkeeper, he's well pleased, he is certainly valued by me.
The days are getting longer, with spring falling into summer. I guess it was about five o'clock.
Alan rose from the desk and closed the laptop lid.
`That's it, I'm done for the day. It all makes sense', he said, and paused, he sounded anxious,
`Er, could I use you as a case study for my accounting exams, I'll use your real data but of course I'll anonymise it',
`Sure', I said.
He beamed and went on to tell me how difficult and costly his accounting exams were and how the shipping company where he works had said `we employ a wages clerk not an accountant',
I said it was good he wanted to get on and how I respect what he does and it would be a privilege to fund his exams.
`What really?',
I nodded,
He shook my hand, beaming,
`thanks Chas, everything I've heard about you is true, Gav is a lucky guy',
Who's a lucky guy?' Says Gav walking in, like the cock of the show' he is,
`oh Hi Alan', he says,
`Throw me a can, Chas, I'm in need, I don't know where I ache the most',
`Well I'll get off, back to the madhouse',
says Alan, a bit embarrassed at witnessing two blokes in love, comfortable with each other,
I ran Gav a bath, slid aside him in the bubbly water, caressing him, he almost dozed off, I cooked our supper whilst Gav relaxed, naked, sprawled on the sofa, all shiny and new after a long soak. His 8x2 looking more like a 4x1.
We scoffed the steak and chips, I looked across as he stood, stretching his arms high, his lats rippled, his abs pulled in, his 8X2 responding to some thought,
`Early night you, now', he orders,
He's grinning `that' grin, my heart flutters and my arse twitches, an itch to be soon satisfied.
I've not even time to load the dishwasher as he bundles me to bed to have his wicked way. I'm groaning as I suck him, under the sheets, warm, safe, his cock, so hard, granite like, I felt his breathing alter, his throat click as he contracted, tensed and as he relaxed from his peak as he filled my mouth. I gulp down his load and suck him clean. I surface to find my beauty, sleeping, out for the count.
I just let Alan log in to my trading account now as view only, Gav says that from hardly seeing his cousin to everyday was a bit too much for him and probably Alan, and he rather cramped our style.
Gerry called with the dates for the Friday gathering. I chose the farthest one away to give ourselves time to prepare. I dug out the tie-pin and cuff-links and my seal ring. I thought of Mark and wondered how he is? Maybe Gerry knows what he's up to these days?
I saw Gav off to work in the dawn light and I drove the shag wagon to Bannatynes and swam my 60 lengths, 30 breaststroke 30 front crawl. I'm timing myself, I'm improving, shagged out, but improving.
Josh met me as I was showering,
Ready for your massage?' he says, I can see you'll be easy, your muscle groups look well defined',
I dry off and stand,
`You can lock your bag away, no room in here, leave your towel too, you won't need that',
We walked past the lockers and into a small room off. I was naked, he wore a T shirt and shorts, I felt vulnerable.
There was just enough room for the two massage benches, each with the usual hole for your face.
Climb up', he said I've got a checklist to go through, all you've got to do is try not to laugh, you're not ticklish are you?'
`Not ticklish but I am er sensitive to touch',
`Oh yeah, popping a boner is normal, until you get used to being handled, you're Gav's bloke aren't you?',
I nod, `how'd you know?',
`It's a small town, all the lads on the team know who's shagging who, who's saying they are and who's definitely not!'
We call him gay boy' at hockey, he loves it! So don't worry about springing a boner, just don't touch it, I certainly won't, but I might ask you to er `reposition' it if it's in the way, that OK?',
`Thanks Josh',
`I'm not sure you'll say that at the end, this will hurt you more than it hurts me kiddo'
he says putting on a corny American voice.
He sets to work, I turned onto my front, peerin through the hole. Josh was calling out the muscle groups as he pummels and stretches me, chatting away about his job, what he wants to do, about some of the lads, pranks they've pulled, boozy nights out, bits of skirt they've pulled.
He didn't ask, he just called out `glutes' and spread my legs and cheeks as he manipulated the arse muscles, I felt cooler air on my nuts, his hands stretching my glutes and my crack wide apart, wider than when I'm giving my tongue to Gav.
He was soon onto my legs and it was time to turn over, I was the right side of chubby.
Seen worse' Josh said it's always when I'm stretching their arses that they spring one or let one out, occupational hazard',
He was attacking my arms and shoulders, ticking them off as he lowered to my pecs, abs and groin, lifting my legs, stretching.
Oh here it comes' he said that's a new one' as my cock expanded as he massages my thighs, dodging my balls expertly at my upper inner thighs. My cock well behaved but erect, laid on my abs, ready but not raging.
Done' he said. I'll just check the locker room', he popped his head around, the coast is clear, get a good hot shower now and you can get Gav to wash the oil off you're back tonight eh',
He chortled and said bye as he left me, alone in the showers.
Gav got back, tired, he slumped in the chair,
`Come here you', I said,
I ran the whirlpool and stripped him gently, he offered no resistance, I got a six pack out of the kitchen and put the cans in the cooler by the bath, I massaged his shoulders,
`Oh how was Josh?', Gav says,
`The perfect gentleman', I said,
`Oh that's a shame, you didn't clock his mushroom then?',
`Mores the pity, he was dressed, he said how fit you were for a gay boy though',
Gav spluttered, `bastard, that's my hockey nickname, we've all got one, stops the opposing team knowing who you're calling out to, it doesn't mean anything',
`You don't mind?',
`Don't give a fuck, come here you my very own gay boy', he said and he moved closer to me and we hugged and kissed, relaxing as the water and beers soothed us.
Gav felt his stiff shoulders as we dried,
`You should learn how to do that massage. Yeah you should be good to your working man, maybe Josh can show you, invite him around for tea, after work one night, show him the facilities, see if the team want a game, now he knows you',
`Yeah, let's leave it a few weeks, we don't want him to think we're pouncing on him. Anyway I can already deal with more than just a stiff shoulder,
`come here gay boy',
I said, pulling him by his 8 X 2 to bed.
The nights were getting lighter, spring blossoming.
The side of the unit had prickly shrubs all around, quite dense and unkempt. The door to the flat was up a step, south west facing, quite a sun spot but dreary with half mud half grass. Gav got stuck in and laid a patio and dug out the lawn.
Josh's mate Stevie built some decking to remove the step, and laid new turf forming a border. Gav put in lighting on the decking and patio, outdoor power sockets, he got the alarm guys to he wire the security lighting and a cameras into the alarm system.
Gav was pleased with his handywork, be handy those sockets will', he said for Christmas lights, a beer fridge, a lawnmower'.
He looked at me, I was dirty and muddy, labouring for Gav, he pulled my shorts down and nuzzled at my cock through my undies.
`Come on, I know what you need', he dialled a number, put the phone on speaker,
`Hi Josh, it's Gav, you busy?,
`No jus chilling here with Stevie, wondering which pub to go to,
`Fancy a look at our place, give Chas a massage, I've had him laying hardcore and using a wacker plate, he's cream crackered and all knotted up. I've got a shit load of beers and we can play FIFA, have a knockabout and you can attend to Chas and anyone else you like',
`Stevies getting his shoes on, see you in 10',
The lads were blown away,
`Fuck this is lads heaven' says Stevie.
Not quite we've still got clothes on I thought.
We had a knockabout with the football, then keepy uppy, and piggy in the middle, throwing the ball about.
'Right that's got you all sweaty', says Josh, `let's get cracking, I've my exams coming up and I need to pass with a distinction so Bannatyne the tight Scottish git will pay me more than minimum wage and I can start teaching lover boy here the magic touch',
`How we gonna do it then', says Gav,
`Easy if we all strip, you can have a shower then or whatever. Look there's a pile of towels, you boys ok with that? Who's getting the beers lads?'
`You two keep playing FIFA and I'll do you one at a time, Stevie first then Gav, then Chas. After Chas can massage me and I'll tutor him. How's that for a plan? No one's shy are they?'
I run and get a fridge pack and crisps. Gavs got the console running,
`Ready to be thrashed?' He said,
`Always' I said feeling him up whilst we're alone.
We swap around, Stevie is all relaxed now, he sits back, his towel wrapped around him, he's quite fit, strong arms, soft belly, lovely bum. We start the game but mainly chat. Stevies a joiner, apprenticed, he plays footie for his pub team on Saturdays and darts on a Tuesday.
`You need an arrows board in here, over there would work, its not by any doors or windows. I'll even fit it for you and box it in, Gav can wire a light in.
`Yeah, great idea, if you buy it, I'll pay you',
`Nah, no can do, I'm a bit short of readies, you buy the board and arrows and give me two twenties and I'll build a good looking box at work with chalk scores, the lot',
I'm called in and Gav comes back, barely wearing his towel. I notice Stevie has a good look at what's on show, Gav flips the towel covering his 8X2 as he sits down and they resume our game,
`Oh Chas that was great, he sorted out all my knots, he'll after learn you how to do it. Who picked this crap team?',
says Gav, cracking open a new can.
Josh is ready for me, `get us both a can Chas, thirsty work',
I pass him the can,
`Your Gav is a joy to work on, he's so built and flexible, compact. I'll bet you two have some fun?'
What do I say `yeah he's like a ramrod up my arse?'
`Yeah we do all right' I say,
`Come on then tinkerbelle up on the bench',
He's always feminising the conversation, he needs showing that we're real men. Not now, but our time will come.
He finishes my back, I must've been half asleep, I didn't sense him pummelling my glutes. I turn over and he looks, `somethings not working, worn it out have you?'
He finishes my front, he brushes my balls, `oops sorry',
I'm not. I've the measure of you.
`So your turn, now Chas' I've photocopied an anatomy chart and a tick list, start at the top and work your way down, I'll instruct if your too light or heavy or in wrong place',
I nod, he's laid out, on his front, he oughta practice what he preaches, is first thing I notice, he's soft where Gav is hard, could be diet or just lolling around leaning on walls in the sports centre all day, feet up on the desk, a few too many beers, Dominoes and takeaways.
I'm doing his arms, and onto his shoulders,
`You can talk you know, I won't bite it off',
I grimace inwardly at his so called `joke',
`So how do you train in sports massage', I ask. He's off.
`It's split into levels, up to five, I'm training for level four, oh harder and further left, yeah that's got it',
I ticked that one off,
`Can you attend courses or is it all on the job?',
`Yeah you can do courses, residential, they cram it into a week, all practising on each other, you might like that, they cost a bomb though'
I dig deep,
Too hard, release, too hard', he jolted up, I'll have a fucking bruise, you're not touching me again.'.
Gav pops his head around the door,
`Everything all right ladies?',
`You're poofy blokes gone and bruised me',
`He's learning, you invited him, what did you expect?'
Gav squared up to him,
`And I don't want to hear that phrase again, if you're not OK with us or feel threatened by us then just fuck off right now'.
Josh stormed out. Stevie confronted him,
`look Josh, these lads are good fun, say you're sorry to Chas, he's done nothing to you and you've been making snippy comments since you came in. Apologise and give it a bloody rest' ,
Gav stood down from guard duty and Josh offered his apology and we shook.
`You've still my front half to do', Josh says,
The lads played FIFA and I tackled his front, ticking the muscle groups off, his cock like a shrimp compared to Gav's, maybe that's why he's acts like a big dick. Compensating.
The courses did give me something to think about though, a diversion.
We finished the cans. Gav says he'd like to christen the hockey court, have a match, see if it all works. Josh says how about Bannatynes versus Cliftonville? I'm sure I can get a team together, test out the home and away facilities'.
Josh was well into it,
`We could play couple of matches, get the Juniors involved. Mix it up a bit then after we've showered and dressed, have something to eat and the youngsters go home and we have a Games Night after in here, but of music, Stevie's dart board, FIFA, arm wrestling, Twister, a quiz, that sort of thing',
Stevie says `yeah we can get shit loads of beers, and if we bring bags we could sleep over, then all down to Sheila's for a Sunday breakfast'.
When they'd gone I hugged Gav and thanked him for standing up for me.
`Always, and forever' he said.
TBC