My Fair Lad - Part 2
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 Mark can teach Chas to be a gentleman and be accepted into the banking profession.
I hope you like it!
Oh and the two lads are horny, like lads are and up for a good session with Mark.
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My Fair Lad - The meet-up
Do you recall that I was set up with a meet on Saturday? Two fit lads, Chas, the one I'd spotted a year or so ago on working on a veg stall on Borough Market and his bestie, Gavin, an electrician who, from his selfie is just as fit as Chas and up for it.
I'd told my business partner, Gerry, about the meet up last week after a few beers. He suggested a code word I could text him if things weren't going well or I needed help.
Quite what a securities and commodities investment banker would do is beyond me, but I suppose he could at least identify my body. Anyway, unlike him I'm not some soft public schoolboy. I was brought up in a tough neighbourhood and even tougher secondary school. I think I can handle myself.
Saturday came all too slowly. I'd had a good week, a few chickens came home to roost and to mix my metaphors, I made rather a killing.
I dressed down, actually most of my clothes look dressed down, all worn denims and torn knees, but it's the fashion, one always has to keep up with the trends, at least it's not high waisted trousers and velveteen jackets like last year, this will change and it's out with the old and in with the new and this lot can go off to the Oxfam thrift shop.
I walked to the market, I kept out of view and saw Chas, his ass leant on a wall, his pal Gavin at his side, they were having a quick break by the van, laughing at something, then the voice boomed out
`Chas, Tomatoes, Gav, Braeburns',
`Yes Boss' they shouted and they got the Slingsby loaded up, Gavin is fit, stockier than Chas, big guns, like Chas said. Gavin pushed the sack cart to the stall. Chas sat on the van floor, legs dangling and I watched him get out his phone, drop his bibber and take a selfie. I couldn't see much as they're at an angle and the door obscured the view.
I could only see Gav loading the boxes of apples, his deft, precise movements and his muscular body tackling the heavy boxes as though they were empty. I heard a laugh and it was Chas, serving on, adding up in his head as he went along bagging up veg, `a little over, ok?' That's £5,42 madam', he's quick at maths.
I looked again for Gav,
My phone pinged. I opened the message `not long now, we should be finished at three latest. You can buy us a pint or three in the Market Tavern.'
The photo was of his cock poking out of his fly, his skin tight over the head.
Chas got an aubergine texted back from me.
I looked over as Chas was lifting the tomato boxes onto his trolley, he saw me and wolf whistled, then laughing pushed the cart to the stall.
Busted again, I thought.
My table at Turnip was, as usual, booked for one, I could certainly eek out 2 hours, maybe get a larger lunch, build my appetite, but I don't want to be bloated, or pissed, I need to be sharp and sober for these two.
I ordered three small plates, no dessert and a chilled Zero Peroni. I got through two more Peronis, missing the alchohol kick and glanced over to see Reg bollocking Chas, Gavin skulking.
My phone rang, `can't talk long fucking Reg wants us here till 5, same fucking pay, see you at 5 then?',
`Yes, see you at 5, Market Tavern, can't wait' I said,
`Great, hope you've got lots of supplies in, I'm as randy as fuck', Chas says, I hear 'Chas?' boom out,
Better go, get your ars....', click. He's rung off.
I signalled to pay, I left my usual handsome tip and walked to South Bank, had a coffee in BFI cafe, another good place for a pick-up and over the bridge and past Charring Cross Station and The Strand, Covent Garden, too busy, up to St Paul's, over the wobbly bridge past the Tate, down Clink Street and back to Borough Market. A good hike, getting my steps in.
It was 5:00,
The boys were loitering outside the pub. Waiting.
Chas looked like an urchin, and his mate, the taller, fitter Gavin could easily have been his pimp.
`What'll you have?' I said as we walked in,
Stella please' they both chimed. Looking nervously at each other. We each took a pint, I paid and we found a corner in a quieter side room it said The Snug' in the stained glass.
`Cheers', I said. I'm Mark, and it's Gavin right?
We shook awkwardly, I failed the touching knuckles test.
`How fucking old are you?' Gavin said,
`I'm 32, and you?',
`I'm 19 almost',
`Nice age, nice everything in fact, just like Chas here',
Chas laughed, `You can fuck off with the corny chat up lines. Here's the deal, it's £100 each until last train home, £200 each if we kip over. That's clear money, we aren't paying for trains, taxis, food, booze, condoms or lube. Who's round is it, oh it's yours!',
Gavin laughed, he slid forward on the seat, relaxing, his hands down his trackies. Long legs out in front, splayed.
`Sure, it's a deal, but first I need to pee', I said.
I walked to the gents, I stood at the trough, the door opened and I looked casually at the door as I readied myself, my cock in my hand, playing a little, pulling the skin back before I start the flow, squeezing the rim, getting that tingle, checking how chubby it is, just what everyone does I expect.
Gavin stood closely at my side, he whipped his cock out, fuck it must've been a sixer soft, hanging over his hand, he pulled his skin back, gave a little squeeze and he started to piss, heavily. I felt his splashback on my hand as I started my thinner flow.
Chas was now stood at my other side, he pulled his bibber down, his pale legs showing, he lifted his T to show me his rack and pulled his underpants down under his balls, his cock pale, ghostly almost, sat amongst his fiery pubes. He started peeing through the snout in a messy splash, whilst grinning up at me.
`Good value us two, this show is for free',
I tucked my now interested cock away and buttoned up my artificially faded £150 501's.
I ordered 3 more pints and these were soon supped.
`Ah that better, a few pints always gets me in the mood, so what's the plan, your place?', says Gavin.
`Give me a moment'. I wished I'd thought this through. Gavin is like a bull, so powerful, he could take me, easily. Chas I could handle, but the two of them, no chance, they could take me for all I've got. I need somewhere neutral, not my apartment. I phoned the concierge and asked him to pull a favour, to book me into a place I use to impress foreign clients.
`Certainly, I'll phone them now, I'll text the room number, at such short notice it might have to be a suite Sir'.
I said no problem and hung up.
`One more here and then we'll get off', I said.
I paid cash for the pints with a £50 asking for £2 coins in my change.
I got a Bud Light, weak as piss,
`Can't keep it up after a few Stella's eh?' Says Chas.
I laughed at his cheek. He's going to get a surprise, a big fat hard surprise.
My phone pinged `I've booked Suite 3802 it's charged to your account, use the attached QR code for entry'. That's £1,200 I won't see again I thought.
`Come on, drink up', I said,
I'd slipped a tube of KY in my jacket pocket before I set off, just in case it was a quickie, somewhere seedy.
I went to the gents again and used the £2 coins in the condom machine and out popped 4 packs of 3 fruity flavours and a dinky little disposable vibrator on a wire.
We walked to the Shard, it looks nothing from the street level, unless you look up that is, we didn't, the lads are nervous but eager.
The Shangrila Suites door was rather anonymous from outside. I used the QR code and the door slid open. The reception is not too blingy either. The concierge nodded. I used the QR on the lift and pressed 38.
What?, floor 38!' Laughed Gavin, I'll get a fucking nose bleed',
The lift accelerated and slowed leaving my stomach behind.
There were only two doors on this floor, I opened the apartment.
`Fucking hell Gavin, look at this place! That view. I daren't even go near the edge' says Chas.
We had a panorama of London from floor to ceiling windows, dwarfing my Thames apartment view.
Gavin was speechless, `I'm fucking scared of heights' he said.
Gavin gingerly walked in, gripping the sofa for balance, about 10 feet away from the glass. Chas was running around,
`fuck look at that bed, the bathrooms huge, it's got a kitchen and a fancy glass dining table'.
Blabbering on.
It hadn't a kitchen but it did have a double fridge, beers and spirits on one side, champagne on the other and a counter top box with various nuts, snacks and Pringles plus a 24hr room service menu's. Oh and a kettle and coffee maker.
`Sit down lads, would you like a drink or something to eat?',
`Come on let's get this party started' said Chas. He got two cans out of the fridge and him an Gavin supped them watching Sky football on the giant TV.
`You OK now Gavin?', I enquired,
`Yeah, I've got used to it now, thanks', he said switching the TV off, then,
`let's try out that bed shall we, I suppose you'll want us to shower, so as not to dirty your sheets?',
I shook my head. `I want to smell you two hot lads sweat not fancy shower gel' as I herded them into the bedroom.
I got them two more cans, they cracked them open and supped the fizzing foam from the top, not wasting a drop.
`You not having one?' Said Gav, thoughtfully.
`Yeah, mines here' I said picking up a Heineken Zero, after four pints and with these two lads I'd better slow down.
Shall we do a strip tease?' said Gavin chuffed at being called hot'.
`Yeah, after he's counted out our money', says Chas,
`Half now, half in the morning?' I said,
The dirty, grubby transaction making me hornier, I'm going to make sure I get value for my money.
They nodded. I counted out ten £20 notes,
`that's £100 each', I said,
I left the money on the dresser.
`Der der de dede der',
We all sang the familiar stripper tune, getting in the mood.
Chas as he kicked off his trainers, his bibber fell, his chest bare, I noticed sweat and dirt smeared his chest from under his arms, his skin paler where the bibber had covered, his abs grungy from gawd knows what. He undid the side buttons and the baggy, dirty, brown overalls fell to his ankles, he stepped out of them kicking them aside.
Only his well worn Y fronts are now hiding his assets. He did his flex routine for me and Gav, who I noticed was watching closely.
Gavin kicked off his shoes and laid on the bed, stroking enjoying the view of the city and of Chas.
I sat in a chair. Chas walked over to me and took hold of my head and pushed my face into his groin.
That's when I smelled him, through the faint pissy top notes and earthy dirt from the market I picked out the mellow, rounded aroma of him, his musk, his unique signature.
My nose hit his hard shaft, I traced it along, his cock-cheese smelling stronger as I turned his cock at the tip on my nose and delved down the other side, getting my nose under his balls, enclosed in their fabric lair. I jiggled them with my nose and then descended lower as I struck deep into his perineal pipe. His flesh yielding as I breathed in his scent.
`You dirty get', Chas laughed,
I looked up at Chas, his body lean, but in need of a scrub, his arms coated in freckles, his back in fine almost white downy hair, he flexed, his muscles popped on his dusty, dirty, diminutive, working lads frame. His cock so tempting, still shielded from me by the filthy piss and semen stained boxers.
He did the strip tease routine covering his shaft till the last seconds, showing his arse, beautiful bulbous, heavy cheeks, not fat, but muscle, all that lifting and jumping onto loading bays. He turned and his cock was pointing north. He flexed again.
`Your just perfect Chas', I said,
I looked at Gavin, his turn now, my cock stiff in my trousers.
Gavin stood next to Chas, he took off his T, kicked off his trainers and undid his buckle, he gyrated his hips, fuck I was drooling, he swung his T around his head, he threw it at me. I caught it and sniffed his acrid teen musk as I pushed it to my nose. He flexed for me, my cock spewed.
Gavin is a clean lad, lovely skin, not tanned, but a light ochre, a sort of Portuguese look about him. He's gym fit' whereas Chas is working lad fit'.
Gav's chest expanded markedly as he performed his flex routine, his waist seemed to narrow, his `bat wings' pose looked frightening, so much power, he added the abs crunch, his face crumpled and tensed. The pose done a thousand times a day in gymn mirrors by horny lads.
He relaxed and his muscles softened, his pecs now like a thick ropes stacked up across his chest, rippling as he moved about nudging his nips up and down, left and right, like tiny joysticks. The bony centre channel of his pecs directing your eye to his abs, to his outie belly button, to the a curve of his lower abs and his nascent treasure trail, to the start of his pubes and to danger below.
His arms, his thick guns, now soft, only the mass of prominent blue veins forking like lightning from his wrists giving a clue as to his power when motivated. Kinetic energy in human form.
Gavins trousers fell, he kicked them off. He turned and glexed his shoulders and back again, this time bringing his arse cheeks into the mix, fuck he could crush walnuts between those cheeks. He turned and I leapt forward and smelled his black stretch boxers, his cock prominent, bulging. My nose delved in his groin, he lowered one side of his waistband for my eyes to flash across to, his pubes on show, he lowered the other side, my nose now touched his skin, breathing in his deep musk and light floral fragrance. I pulled the waistband down over his cock and slipped them off.
Fuck, you're a big lad I said. His pole swung upwards almost hitting me.
Gavin grinned,
`Yeah, meet by other bestie', he said looking at Chas, gripping it and slapping it in his palm.
Chas's face lit up, he liked being called Gavs best pal.
I took his cock in my hand, pulsing his shaft, he must be 8 inches hard, it felt so hot, so fucking slice, pulsing and twitching as I gripped it.
Chas wanted attention, he prodded my face with his cock, an acceptable 6, he's so fair, almost translucent with flaming ginger pubes, I gripped, felt it pulse and pumped it.
`Nice piece' I said. He smiled, about to say something, Gav cut him off,
`Your turn, you strip for us now', Gavin said as they laid on the bed against the 20 or so useless cushions, stroking, keeping hard.
I got three more cans, I need a buzz.
They grinned at each other and lustily sang the corny stripper tune, I took off my shirt unbuttoning one by one, leaving it hanging off my shoulders, revealing my abs, then my belt, and slowly unbuttoning my 501 flys I pushed them down with my hands and bent over like a girl to show my boobs and I raised my hands up and over my Calvin's and caressed up my body and pushed off my shirt.
Wow' Chas said you're built, for a desk jockey',
Yes, I thought all that hard work my PT puts me through is finally worth it.
I flexed in my undies. The usual gym routine.
Gavin leapt off the bed, his cock hanging just below horizontal, his skin covering the hood, the skin almost meeting, his slit eye peeping at me, from the gap, his cock looks just a little soft from its peak, he copied what I'd done to him, sniffing me out, his nose prodding at my groin. His cock enlarging again.
Chas was at my arse, his nose pushing the fabric into my crack. They both reached for my waistband and whilst they continued to sniff, they pulled my Calvin's down, their noses now on my flesh, Chas breathing my musk in my arse crack, Gavins nose rubbing into my groin and travelling slowly up my shaft, sniffing at my foreskin, nudging it down with his nose.
I pulled away, I could shoot, far too soon for that!
`let's get started' I said,
We lay on the bed, the London view now irrelevant, we had better things to look at.
We explored each other. We spent time, silently, drinking in each others bodies, Gavin clean, fresh smelling. Chas, sweaty, crusty, grimy.
The boys were fascinated in each others bodies and in mine, comparing sizes, daring to push it further with each other, trying out a lick or a kiss on me first then on each other. Investigating holes, muscles, abs, belly buttons, pits, mouths.
Soft young lips. Raging hard tongues. Bristled chins.
I sensed a lull, time to progress.
I took Gavins cock in my hand and pumped it, the slit sticky with pre cum, my head fell on to the crown and I pushed his foreskin down with my lips, tasting his faint cheese as I sank down his shaft, his pubes soon prickling my nose and chin, his cock head grazing my throat, I swallowed to stop myself gagging.
You dirty cunt', he said even my bird doesn't do that',
Well she should, because you're fucking gorgeous,
He grinned, liking the compliment as I plunged back down,
He groaned as my spit coated his shaft and my tongue attacked his frenulum and his slit, eeking out his salty sweet essence.
Pulling off, my nose traced his groin, I opened my mouth wide to take his balls, one at a time, they felt prickly, like he shaved them. I suckled them like a piglet, my spit running down to his perineum, fat, engorged. I spat one out and then the other, I managed to push both of the now slimy orbs in my mouth, one in each cheek as I slurped and ran my tongue around them.
`Chipmunk' he said laughing.
I flipped him over onto his belly, him leant on his elbows, his ass higher on his knees as he tentatively repeated the actions on Chas, sniffing and licking his cock.
`What you at my arse for?' Gav said, turning to look, tensing up. I think he knows why!
I parted his cheeks, his short black hairs matted with sticky residue forming a ring, guarding his darker pucker. I parted his cheeks further, my palms flat, pushing his soft arse globes away, his inner flesh was paler, almost pink, I blew cooler air on it and watched it wink back at me.
`Just relax',
I said and let a drool of spit fall onto Gav's crack and I watched it run down slowly to his pucker, catching on the hairs before coating it and running further down to his thick pipe under his balls.
I pushed my nose in, Gav giggled,
`My bird deffo doesn't do that, you won't find anything down there',
`Au Contraire' I thought,
I was purring, my tongue twitching, I was at my sensory high, as my broadened tongues million taste buds picked up his flavour as my nose traced up his crack and my cats tongue followed. He whimpered as my tongue licked over his pucker.
I held out my tongue and curled it in and rolled his musk around my mouth and swallowed it as if it were a fine burgundy.
`Fuck you're a dirty, sexy cunt' said Chas as he watched me.
I lapped up Gav's crack, depositing more saliva, his pucker opening a little, allowing access to the gorgeous cavern within.
I lifted my face away, his pucker now a little more relaxed, I ran my finger over, pressing, I heard an angels kiss, a tiny pfft of trapped air release, he didn't notice, my cock pulsed. I traced my finger over again, tapping on his pucker lightly,
Whatever you're doing carry on' he said it feels good but weird',
I dribbled more spit, I daren't reach for the lube, it would scare him off. I inserted my finger, my trimmed nails are smooth. I felt him jolt and tighten.
`Fuck, is that your dick?' he said,
No' I laughed, its just my finger',
`Oh' he giggled,
I pushed further in and twisted. His muscles contracted, tight and hot squeezing my finger as I wiggled it about, searching,
`What the fuck was that?',
I'd found his button, his prostate. I pushed in deeper,
`Oh fuck' he said, I watched his cock swing up each time I pressed on it.
Chas laughed at that, then groaned as Gav squeezed his nuts.
Oh yeah that feels great, said Gav, I'm getting into this',
He was relaxing, the pressure easing, I quietly dribbled more saliva and slid a second finger in. He clamped tight around my fingers,
`That stings a bit, what you got up there a fucking baseball bat?'
`No just another finger, relax you're doing great'.
`If you're gonna fuck us then we want another hundred don't we Gav',
says Chas who feels like he's getting ready to fuck me, his dick sliding up my crack as I played with Gav's hole.
`no chance, how about £200 each whether you kip over or not and you get to fuck me for free?' I say,
`Deal' said Chas who's already pushing at my gate.
`The lubes in the bedside drawer' I said. He coated up and passed me the bottle,
Slip a rubber on Chas will ya', I said. Gav won't want sloppy seconds will he?',
`I fucking well won't. Are you gonna fanny around with my hole all night or are you gonna do me? I'm a big boy, you're not the first, but I've not had that many dicks, and not for ages, OK?',
`Yeah, more than OK', I say,
Chas passes me a condom, and slips one on his own dick. Chas slips one on mine, feeling me up, keeping me hard as iron. I lube up and sink in a little, Gavs muscles are repelling the invader,
`Fuck',
he wails then he bears down, relaxing his ring. I push hard, my cock almost bending as he gives way and I'm in.
'Fuck', he wails again. I wait for him to settle, to get used to the intrusion. Chas is pushing, prodding about at my arse.
`Chas you'll have to wait', I said too sharply,
`OK, keep your wig on, I'm gonna get a can'. He said, hurt,
I retracted a little, Gav whimpers, I push in, and he gets comfy, he lowers his arse.
`I can't see what's going on like this, it just feels like a fucking baseball bat is up me',
`Wanna turn over?',
`Yeah lover boy', He says,
I pulled out and he flipped, I lifted his legs high and pulled him lower down the bed, fuck he's gorgeous, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, prominent V aside the slight outward curve of his lower abdomen before the star of the show set off by his black silky pubes.
`look at me, where's my stiffie gone?' says Gav, embarrassed, looking up at me for assurance.
`You'll soon get that back' I said and leant forward to kiss him.
Fucking get on with it you two', shouts Chas, watching TV it's half time, Arsenal two, Chelsea nil', shouts Chas,
`Yeah let's get on with it, my arse one, your arse 0, but it's gone to VAR',
says Gav, laughing at his own joke,
I lifted his legs higher and his pucker came into view, bubbles of lube around the delicate creased skin of his soft spot, and I plunge back in,
He winced, his eyes watered, no `sorries' from me this time. He can take it and he does. He's staring at me, all the time, his face so expressive, I can tell he feels my every touch inside him.
I get my rhythm and length, I'm not keen on the squelching and slapping balls noise or sensation, so I try to keep the length and speed so my balls don't slap but crush against his arse cheeks and I don't retract too far and pull out.
His cock hardens now, he's spewing precum. His breaths shorten, he lifts his head to look fown his body at his dick, and he cums, with a gutteral noise like he's breathing in twice then he exhales noisily as he pushes his head back into the pillow and he shouts something I can't tell what.
I pull out and come without touching, the condom filling, the teat engorged. I wish I was bareback and could see my spurts mixing with his cum, maybe next time, I thought.
I fall on him and we kiss, I pull off the rubber and let my cum pour onto his abs, pooling with his load in the valleys between the slabs. I take finger fulls of cum into his mouth and he sucks the goo off my fingers.
`You dirty cunt' says Gav,
Goal' Shouts Chas. Two one',
One nil' here says Gavin, come here Chas and make it one all, open him up for me'.
Chas ran through, burped and I was ready for him, Chas was playing with his dick, He had no problems on that score, his 6" was now pointing skywards, entombed in its sheath, he pumped out some of the black Manglide lube and coated up,
`Not too much' I said and he wiped the excess on his arse cheeks.
He swung my legs high, stabbed his dick around until he found the soft spot and pushed on home. Perfect, not too dry or too sloppy, he rode me fast as young boys do.
Gav was getting hard watching, I tilted my head back and he sussed out what to do, grinning at me when the penny dropped. He climbed on the bed, knelt on the soft pillows and his cock was on my lips, I opened up and suckled him back to hard, very hard, oh to recover so quickly.
Chas came with a grunt, pushing deeper and deeper then pulling out. His cock entombed in the condom, the tip bulging with his spunk and more trapped between the ring and his shaft, like a lava lamp. Chas pulled it off and wrapped it quickly in a tissue.
Gavin moved in quickly, he pushed Chas out of the way and sank in bareback, his 8" rigid pole opening me up, making me wail, he pulled me closer, deeper still, he reached forward and yanked a pillow, and shoved it under my arse making me a little higher, changing the angle.
`Fuuucckk' I moaned as he found my prostate,
I too hardened, my cock raising off my abs, pulsing each time he pistoned home, methodically, slowly, feeling every inch of my arse ring gripping his pole, my arse lips deforming with his hard veins grazing up and down my tube and hitting my prostate on every push.
I came, a glorious stream of precum signalled my release, then three jets of spunk splatted hot on my chest. Surprising me, especially after round 1.
Gavin pulled me closer, I lifted up, my arms around Gavins neck, my legs gripping his waist. We kissed, deep tongues as he rocked his cock up me. I felt the cool air on my cheeks as he fucked me, he came in a blast, his ass cheeks retracting as he shot his bolt up me, my body slipping lower, my weight now on his cock as he rammed deep as we snogged, swapping hard, arrowed tongues, our passion calming as his cumming eased, his legs almost giving away, his body twitched involuntarily as the pain hit his sensitive cock.
He held me close, not wanting to release, but nature took over and his slimy, soft cock oozed out of my hole along with a trickle of his cum.
`Wow' he said, his cock drooping, dripping, he tugged it involuntarily and pulled the skin over his crown,
`Lets shower now Chas, run it hot', I shouted and saw Chas scurry to the bathroom, he had been beating off slowly as he watched Gav fuck me.
He ran in quickly and he got the shower going, all four jets spurting in the wide space.
I felt the urge to evacuate and rushed in and sat on the loo as my arse exploded, the boys laughed! I wiped up, cummy brown on the paper, they watched intently, I suspect never seeing anyone else wipe their arse before.
`Err gross' Gav said unconvincingly as though he had to.
I ran the bath, `let's shower off the funk and then soak a little, champagne and bubbles'.
We both washed Chas in the shower, he was filthy, not just a days dirt but weeks. We spent a while, lifting his arms, bending him over, lifting his nuts, cleaning his ears, washing and conditioning his flaming auburn hair all without comment.
He loved the attention. I looked at Gav who was quietly showing me the grime on the flannel and I just shrugged.
We washed him again in the posh body wash,
`gerroff',
he protested laughing and convulsing as we rubbed and tickled him, yanked at his cock, stuck a finger up his crack and teased him lovingly, a hot water cuddle of soapy hands and cocks.
We pampered and dried him. He was stiff as a rake. Gav wasn't far off, I was still recovering, chubby, my arse ring still burning after Gav's thick 8 X 2 onslaught.
I got the Champers and glasses, the boys eyes following me as I walked naked to the cooler.
We sank into the huge kidney shaped whirlpool bath, luxuriating in the hot, silky water. Bubbly with bath oil. Chas found the remote control and he went through each water setting, deciding that `wave' was the calmest as the bubbles tingled around our balls as the water raised and fell gently like a wave washing over you.
Bubbles on our balls and bubbles on our tongues as we supped the champagne. We shared the liquid in kisses, sipping and snogging.
Chas put the TV on, the mirror magically became the screen. Fucking hell' he said, it's two all now'.
Might get to four two' says Gavin, his cock risen out of the water all sudsy. Come on boys, sit on Gavins pole'. What a recovery I thought.
Chas was first, he took a hold and fell down on Gavs dick, facing Gav, I could see Gavs nuts rise as he got excited and as Chas's arse lifted up I could see Gavs thick shaft and his fat vein, the hairs around his groin curving in a ring around his tight nuts, risen up in their sack, the crumpled centre line disappearing under into the water and to his arse hole, what a view. I sunk lower in the water, my mouth just on the surface, my cock, now hard laid on my abs, suds caught in my pubes and hairy groin.
I swished over and straddled Gavs legs facing Gav and sat on his knees. Gav looked over Chas's shoulder at me and grinned, at me nodding.
Chas looked down and saw our two cocks touching, Gav gripping them together, me thinking horny thoughts.
I smear some gel on the two cock tips, two cockheads pressed together, two slit eyes looking up into Chas's gaping arse hole.
Chas grinned, and he lowered down over both cockheads, like one big fat cock.
`Fuck that's tight, like a fucking pigs trotter',
moans Chas, he pulled up and then pushed down, many times, slowly inching further down, grimacing.
I could feel my cockhead tight against Gavs. Gav started to rock up and down in sync with the water waves, the whirlpool still humming and bubbling away.
His cockhead brushed against mine in the darkness of Chas's velvet tube. I moved, rubbing my cock up Gavs, over his glans, pressing them together. We got higher and closer as we felt our frenulum's graze against, we both grunted and revealed our cum faces as we exploded inside Chas, I leant and kissed Gav as Chas squirted his load over Gavs chest.
`Oh fuck' we all said in unison, Chas pulled off.
We sank into the bubbles and finished off the bottle. The whirlpool filter sucking the casper like floating strands of cum away.
I got out and ran to grab another bottle and popped the cork to find Gav and Chas snogging in the water, making out, It was so hot, they were really going for it, Gav holding Chas's face as he shoved his tongue down, their cocks hard already, touching tips as they rolled around in the water. I could watch these two all day, my own live porno.
I drizzled a little of the cold champagne froth running down the bottle on their bodies, they leapt up.
`Don't fucking waste it' Chas said.
I filled the glasses and I watched London below us, the boys glued to the football as we relaxed, the water kept hot and the bubbles were pouring over us.
Yes, three two in 95th minute' shouts Chas, Chelsea stuffed again'.
They stood up and held each other and danced, their bodies shining, their cocks swaying. I got out and grabbed the robes.
`Who's hungry? Steak and fries all round?',
`Yeah, and get some more Stella's in, and a nice pudding' says Chas, bent over, looking in the fridge, always on the make.
`I know what I'm having for pudding' I say nipping Chas's ass.
`Oi, it's me doing you next, remember? Anyway what's with the robes, are we changing for dinner? , putting on a posh accent, badly,
'No, we can't have room service catching us all naked can we?',
`Oh yeah!'.
I order via the app, my phone pings confirmation. I drain the whirlpool and straighten the bed, Gavs cum wet in my arse. I throw the damp towels in the basket and clear the dining table of cans and bottles.
The boys are cuddling in robes on the sofa, Chas laid out resting his head on Gavs thigh, Gavs legs spayed, I can see his cock in its natural state, hanging down, swaying a little as he laughs.
`What you perving at?' He says.
You' I say, he blushes. Well carry on then' he says.
The buzzer sounds.
`get that will you Chas, please' I call from the bedroom, doung one last tour looking for anything yucky, I find Chas's spunky condom wrapped in tissues and bin it.
A guy in whites pushes a trolley in.
`Fuck, it's just like in a film',
says Chas, speaking out of turn as usual. The guy looks up and smiles. It looks like he knows the score, a rich older man and two rough lads.
The guy behind refreshes the fridges with booze, swaps the snack box out and goes into the bedroom as the other guy sets the cutlery and serves the plates topped with silver metal domes. The guy comes out of the bedroom with a bag of dirty linen and towels. They back out backwards saying `Thankyou'. I tip them £20.
We tuck in. I pour their Stellas and for me a glass of red, Gigondas, not as heavy as Chateneuf du Pape.
The lads robes are open, they're too warm I expect. I stare at them tucking in, their bristly chins, their thick necks, their prominent sexy Adam's apples riding up as they swallow, laugh and chew, the bony channel between their pecs, the knuckle of their upper abs and their racks showing as they laugh, the creases of their `little plum' tummies, their soft abs scrunched up, their pubes, looking like a moustache above their soft cocks hanging down, jiggling as they fan their thighs wider.
`What you perving at, you taking the colour off me?' says Chas,
`Not much to take off is there pale face, keemosabe', says Gav,
Chas laughs. `This steaks so moist and tender and fucking thick',
Gav lifts up his cock in his hand, `as thick as this',
Not at the table lads' I say, Gav says sorry boss', chastened.
but he's right, it might even be thicker.
`A nice glass of red would go with this' says Chas.
`I thought you wanted Stella?',
I poured their glasses. `From France, the Rhone Valley, a lovely little village',
`Better than Eu de Ramsgate' says Gav.
`Feel how long the taste lasts in your mouth, that's called the length' I say,
`Oh yeah about as long as the taste of Chas's arse earlier, fuck you tasted like marmite', says Gav.
Ain't my fault' says Chas, I got kicked out of home last week, Ma's got a new bloke, so I've been sofa surfing and slept in the back of the van a couple of nights, fucking freezing my nuts off laid out on empty banana boxes using the plastic grass as a blanket'.
That hit home to me, how through such adversity, Chas was still good humoured, staying positive. It also explained his need for cash. I felt guilty at my lack of charity, my brain, wanting a `good deal' all the time.
Come on eat up Mark' says Chas. Keep your strength up, you'll fucking need it later!',
`Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, with you two fit studs'.
They both did a bicep flex,
`Yeah, feel that' says Chas, his pale skin engorged by his bicep, almost blue with the blood pumping through. So virile. I squeezed it,
`Like a rock' I said, salivating.
I turned and squeezed Gav's enormous biceps, he grinned as I lingered and caressed his arm, his thick wrists, his veins pumping, he's loving the attention as I run my hands over him.
`Gavs the winner' I say,
`Yeah, it's all the overhead wiring I do, the ladders are never fucking tall enough so I'm always stretching up and it's precision work, my arms are burning after a ceiling connection, sometimes I have to do 12 in a row, it's a killer',
`Yeah, but look at the results', says Chas licking his lips, salivating like me.
Fuck, let's finish eating or else I'll be cumming right here says Chas.
I pour more wine. The Stella has now gone flat, the lads dont care, they drink it up, I open another of the bottles and pass them two cans of Stella. I don't worry as I can always ring down if we run out.
Chas burps and excuses himself, he stands up and drinks the red, emptying his glass and then chugs the can of Stella down in one,
`Get us another Gav mate', he says and then runs to the toilet quickly, not in the en-suite but the bathroom by the entrance.
We hear his windy blasts and a stand up piss, his strong stream drilling into the pan. Then a flush and a pause as he washes his hands,
`good boy' I think.
`So Gav, when did you learn to, you know', I say,
`What to fuck? Oh at Scout Camp, yeah we had some fun',
`Pervy Scout leaders?',
`No, they were all diamonds, great guys and fun so long as you did what they said. We went all over the South Downs, a dozen horny lads crammed into a minibus. Big bell end tents to sleep in, the leaders got pissed in the pub in the evening and snored through the night as we sucked and fucked ourselves stupid, but that's just the mechanics to get off, this, with you feels more sexy, more comfortable, yeah you're a good fuck Mark',
My turn to beam and feel a tingle.
Chas returned, Gav says `when did you first have it off Chas?',
`Oh that was my Cousin Thomas, Uncle Reg's boy, he's four years older, his cock was always was hard, always bigger compared to mine. He taught me everything, I loved it, loved him, I used to crave it.
`Then Reg caught us at it, Thom was rogering me one night and Reg barged in after he'd come back from the pub early, as his money had run out, me with my arse in the air, Thom gripping my waist, his big balls slapping, you know making a racket. Reg pushed Thom off and spat on my arse and shoved in, fuck that hurt but I soon got used to them both fucking me',
After dad ran off, Ma got a job er on nights' you know', he winked, `then I'd sleep at theirs, between them. Reg is good to me really.'
`He's always saying you don't get anyfink for nofink in this life, everyfinks got a price' he says',
`So who's up for it?' Says Chas. Brightening, changing the subject.
Their robes fell, mine too, we walked into the bedroom, the sheets changed, the bed made, clean towels in a pile, the lube on the nightstand and the condoms arranged neatly. The cheap vibrator on the other stand and a sleek black vibrator in a sealed bag next to it. Just who did the concierge say was booking the apartment?
`Fuck Look at this', says Chas,
`It's called a bed' says Gav, we laugh,
`ha bloody ha' says Chas a little hurt,
`Mmm it feels great' says Chas as he wriggles in on the clean fine linen sheets. Leaning back on the six pillows and ever increasing number of cushions, Gav climbs in at his side. Gavs chest seemed wider, hunkier, somehow against the white sheets and grey cushions.
Chas's taut, lean, ghostly body scrubs up well. He desperately needs a haircut and the garden grooming, but his fiery red pubes just peeking out as I lift the covers to climb in are a real turn on.
`What's got you going?' Says Chas
`Could it be these two naked sex gods in my bed?'.
`I fucking hope so', says Gav.
I'm in the middle, Chas turns towards me and kisses me, Gav turns too, watching us as we make out, Chas is gripping my dick and I grab his as we snog.
Chas breaks off and Gav is at me, his soft lips pushing hard at mine, his tongue plunging in, I go for his dick, gripping and squeezing his 8", he's at mine.
I break off and Chas and Gav kiss above me, their cocks hard and swaying, I take one in each hand and grip them, I shuffle lower and suck each one in turn, trying to get both in my mouth at once, slavering over them.
Chas breaks off, `I'm gonna fucking do ya' he says, his turgid cockhead read and sticky, poking out of his fiery plumes. I kneel on all fours and he's at my gate, he pushes and I breath in sharply, no lube, no condom, just my spit.
He's past the worse now and I feel him bottom out.
Gav shuffles around and I suck his dick as Chas rams me, he pushes my head down onto the bed. Gav sits down, his legs on my shoulders and shuffles his package towards me, leaning back, holding his legs back for me to access.
I sniff his groin, he shuffles down more and his ball's are at my nose, I lick and spit on them, suckling down his faint but growing musk, I lick out his hole, wincing as Chas is banging away. Gav has all my attention, I lick around his hole, his black guard hairs moving away, his brown bud darker between his ochre smooth globes, the puckered skin moving as I push in with my arrowed tongue, only millimetres if that, but oh so fucking hot.
`You're a fucking perv you are' laughs Gav.
`Guilty as charged',
I say pushing my face into his arse, his cheeks on my cheeks as I blow and lick and slaver and snuggle my face deeper, his legs widening as I lap up to his balls and pull his cock down, raising my head on my arms to swallow his dick, pulling back and caressing his uncut cock, playing with the skin, getting my tongue down the skin between the crown, opening his piss slit, strands of his salty sweet pre cum, silver beaded strands attached to my tongue as he pumps more out.
Chas is reaching his crescendo, he's sweating, the slap of his balls on my arse slowing, I'm still soft, despite the glory of Gav at my mouth and Chas fucking my rump.
Chas slaps my arse hard and pulls me tight to him as he explodes in a yell,
`Fucking hell' he shouts as he pushes deeper into me, crushing his balls and dumps his load up me.
`Swaps' shouts Gav, I turn on my back and swing my legs high as Gav lines up, pulling my legs down the bed,
`You got me so close Marky boy, I don't know if I'll last',
`Slow down then, we got all night remember',
`Ha, that's what my bird says',
`Wise woman', I wink at him,
`Yeah' he says, leaning over now on his arms, ploughing me slowly.
Chas brings in three miniature bottles from the fridge and cracks his open, downing it in like a shot,
`Oh yeah',
Gav rises and drinks his, he leans down and drools it into my mouth,
`Here's yours boss', he says and then cracks open and drinks his own.
`Get some more Chas',
`I'm on it boss',
The pecking order established and understood.
Gav leans and kisses his rum into me,
`Fuck you're a hot bastard' I say,
That's what my bird says too', he laughs, you don't know her do ya, blonde, slim, big boobs, she's a good laugh, bright as a button',
I shake my head and wince as he ploughs deeper, changing the angle,
`I've only one of those attributes I'm afraid'
He pinches my pecs,
`Naw, they ain't boobs' he says and settles down to the task, to get off. He lowers his head next to mine and rocks his hips up me, I'm bent almost double, his breath hot on my ear and neck, he whimpers and collapses as his load fills my canal, on top of Chas's.
I'm as hard as a rod. I wait for Gav to rise up,
`What the fuck was that?' He laughs,
`Mmm someone's horny' Gav says as he lays at the side of me, Chas at the other, feeling my dick.
Chas and Gav attack me, kissing and licking me, all over, Gav looks at my cock, playing with the skin, watching it pop over the glans and pulling it back down,
`Yeah, yes ready?' Chas says, looking at Gav. They line up their arses like piglets, laughing as I take them both. Gav is mewling in pain and pleasure, Chas just takes it, his upper body red like a robin, Chas muscular body flexing as I dab on his button. Groaning.
We lie in the warmth, we empty the fridge of bottles and collapse in the big bed. I manage the light controls, have a final staggery piss and fall in the bed, the boys asleep, farting and wriggling about in the super king bed. Heaven.
Morning comes, Ivwakexand look around, the bedroom is a mess, the two lads are asleep, out for the count.
I look at them in the pre dawn light, laying, Chas curled up almost in a ball on his side, Gavis on his side, one leg crossed over, curving his arse up slightly, the hairs on his legs and crack exciting me. His toes are twitching he's pushing his head into the pillow. Dreaming.
I feel like a voyeur, watching them slowly awake as the room brightens, the London sky changing from dark grey to yellow as the sun rises and the river fog clears below us, revealing the Thames and the morning traffic, lines of red busses and black taxis, blues and two's of ambulances screaming silently to St. Thomas' hospital.
Chas turns on his back, his woody resting on his abs, tightening as he coughs and flexes, he's dreaming too. I look at him, his pale skin, his tight muscular but undernourished body, his flaming ginger pubes, at the messy tangle around his cock, his bristly chin catching the light somehow, golden sparkles, his mass of ginger hair atop his face, pale but freckled. His eyes open a little then close, his hands fall to his cock and he starts to beat off, gripping his balls, squeezing them with one hand whilst beating off with the other.
I look the other way as Gav rolls onto his back, gripping his nuts and beating his cock.
I shuffled down the bed, their shoulders hot pressed against mine, as I start to beat my dick. Chas's hand stops me, he bends and sucks my cock, Gav is at my balls, squeezing and caressing them and ruffling his fingers through Chas's hair.
I shoot my load, Chas swallowing, making `mmm' noises. He pulls off leans over leans over and shows Gav his white tongue, they kiss share my load between them. The rise up, at either side of me and start to beat off, Chas cums first, spraying onto my face, and chest, Gav comes violently, his blast so strong it hits my chin and stings, the splat noise breaks the silence, above the quiet hum of the air con. Then another, and another. Gav leaps on me and licks his load off my face, Chas is at his side, they alternate licks and swallows till I'm cleaned up, we lie in the reverie, warm and close.
We shower quickly, cleaning each other up. I dry their hair, styling Chas's as best I can.
`Haircut for you today, young man, new clobber and underwear',
`Not from my £200 smackers' he says,
`Of course not', I say.
`But now, an arse check. Chas bends, his ring still puffy but he'll live. Gavs, yeah he's ok, tough stuff, now mine.
I bend, fucking hell' says Gavin, I can see the crown, fuck you're having Chas's baby',
I felt the urge and sat, wet, on the toilet and exploded, a volley of farts and poo, as Gav and Chas leant on the bathroom wall chatting to me, Gavs long cock swaying, his arms folded watching me dump and chat, whilst Chas's ghostly white body played with the bathroom TV, flicking through the channels.
I wiped up and Gav sat without flushing, smelling my funk and dropped his load ontop of mine and wiped up.
Chas was dancing a jig and as soon as Gav finished he exploded and dropped his load. I ran the shower and Chas flushed away. We washed each other again, thoroughly, more like brothers now.
We dressed and the lads picked up their £100 each. I counted out 10 more £20's and they both said `are you sure?',
`A deals a deal' I said and put on my watch,
`Come on let's get your haircut and get you some clothes Chas, and Gav don't forget your birds bubbly. I put £50 in for you to get her something nice'.
`Cheers Mark' he gave me a hug, feeling for my cock, giving it a friendly squeeze.
I closed the door, summoned the lift and fell 38 floors, feeling 10 years younger.
Gav waved as he walked to the station. Chas linked my arm, bravely.
Not bad for change out of £2k.
TBC