My Fair Lad - Part 3
A reimagining of My Fair Lady. Set in London, about now.
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.
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My Fair Lad - The bet
We waved Gav off. I'd ordered an uber,
`Mark is it?' asked the driver.
I nod, we climb in. I press my finger on my lips for `no talking', Chas nods, the driver is silent.
`Here you are sir, have a good day'.
`Fuck, it's JD Sports, my favourite',
We go in, I say `choose two outfits and bring them to me, trainers, socks, underwear, trackies, tops and jackets, jock straps and see through speedo's, running shorts and vests',
`Ok not the last items, that's just me perving, unless you want to please your old uncle?'
He's off. A member of staff stops him, I call him over. I say `I'm his Uncle and shall be buying clothes for him, top to bottom, literally, let him choose freely and perhaps suggest items for him, it will be a good sale for you'.
He looked sceptical. I showed him my black Amex card and my drivers license as ID. He took the card and put through a £200 retainer, and I entered the pin.
`So, what are we looking for today, er?', he said looking straight at Chas,
`It's Chas',
`Now Chas, what's you're favourite brand and what's your dream outfit?',
I smiled as Chas and the guy, maybe only a few years older chatted away as they walked the store.
I looked at trainers and black smarter sportswear and picked out some items I may try on, perhaps update my image now that I'm 10 years younger!
Chas came back wearing a plain grey combo, he pulled the waistband down to show me his clean undies.
Stephen picked these out just to wear whilst we choose what to buy, as a gift, he said he'd er dispose' of the others for me',
`That's nice of him, did you mind?' I asked sounding him out,
`Heck no, I felt embarrassed in my grubby clothes to be honest',
That's the first time I'd not heard him swear inappropriately.
Stephen called him over, he had a pile of clothes over his arm, they went into the changing room together.
Out walked Stephen followed by this rather handsome young guy in black everything with a reflective stripe on his jacket sleeves. Chas did a sashay and a catwalk turn, getting into the role, and walked back in. Stephen looked at me, I nodded. Out he came again in a light grey version, I nodded again.
Then out he comes in short shorts, a running vest and running shoes, His package was on show and he turned and I ogled his firm cute arse. Chas looked soo sexy.
I nodded again. Chas brought out 2 jockstraps and a 3 pack of Calvin Kline low rise trunks, and 2 pairs of Speedo's, blue and white. `You can't try these on' he said.
`Why not get some everyday clothes, less flashy than those, that you can wear under your bibber, like the grey ones Stephen chose, and get more undies, get some basic ones and some nice ones, for you and er me',
`Are you sure Gav, this lot will cost a bomb',
`Course I'm sure, yesterdays treat was worth every penny',
Stephen bagged the clothes up, I paid on the card and we walked out, 8 carriers in all.
An Uber XL stopped and called out `is it Mark',
I nodded and he took the bags and opened the Mercedes Vito boot and deposited them.
We stopped, and got out of the uber, the shopping looked ridiculous now.
We were outside `Cutz On The Cut',
`Haircut for you young man',
`Great' said Chas running his fingers through his clean but unkempt hair.
Simon my hairdresser, camp as can be, looked at Chas, and looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
So sweetie', he said in his Welsh twang, holding strands of his hair out, like Medusa, what's it to be?',
`Dunno?', says Chas overawed,
'that's a gorgeous natural colour by the way, theres just lots of it',
Simon swivelled Chas around in the chair from side to side, staring at him through the mirror,
`trust me dear, I've just the style for you, to enhance that cute face of yours. I'll keep it thicker on top then fade above the ears and neck, will that do you?',
Great' says Chas, everyone's got theirs like that',
`But not quite like Master Coiffure Stephen of Southwark' he exclaimed and sashayed off to get his trolley with the scissors and sprays.
He started on Chas's Hydra like mass of locks by washing his hair, his head tilted back as Stephen massaged his scalp. His thick neck and adams apple on show, we could see down his T. Chas closed his eyes, almost asleep as Stephen pulsed his hands rhythmically over his scalp. Stephen beckoned me close,
`You lucky bugger' he said in my ear and winked at me.
Chas's cock was shifting in his trackies. Stephen put the water on cold to rinse away the suds and Chas's burgeoning erection. He applied a fancy colour enhancing conditioner and then dried it on a towel briskly, waking Chas up further and he set about cutting and styling. In 20 minutes Chas was like a new person.
I paid the £50 and a gave Stephen a £20 tip, for discretion. He pressed a fingers to his lips and I nodded.
`That looks ace, thanks', says Chas looking at himself in the mirror.
The uber turned up,
`Peninsula Heights is it Mark, is that the Albert Embankment?',
`Yes it is',
`You're gaff?' said Chas, oblivious.
I nodded.
The driver took the bags inside for us and the concierge, stoney faced said, `let me help you to your apartment sir',
`Thanks' I said, Chas has gone quiet, too quiet.
`This is my nephew Charles, Charles, this is James, one of the concierges here', I said,
`Pleased to meet you Charles' said James. Chas offered his hand, they shook.
`And you James, I hope you'll be seeing me again quite soon',
My heart stopped, yeah and that sexy fucker Gav, I thought.
I opened the door from my app and James took the bags in for us.
We settled down on a sofa, surrounded by the bags.
Chas said, `thanks for a great night Mark, aside from the sex, the money, the fantastic hotel, the food, the endless booze, the clothes and this haircut, I really enjoyed meeting you, getting to know you more. I've always looked out for you at the market, seen you hovering, looking for me, my talisman, my days never go as well when I don't see you'.
`yeah thinking about it, my day is also a little empty if I don't see that grin of yours', I say.
Chas doesn't mention the apartment, the view, the watch, the trappings of my hollow life, just me and how he was pleased to get to know me more, wow, I was humbled by that.
It was time for Chas to go, I give Chas a £50 note,
`here, this is to get you back to Ramsgate, you'll need another six arms to carry this lot'.
`Mark, would you mind if I left some, well most of the clothes here, if you've got room, then I can have smart clothes for when we meet up again, if you want to, I'm hoping that you do?',
`Sure, that's a great idea. Why not take the grey outfit and another works one. I think the guy in the shop burned your bibber'.
We laughed,
`So when will I see you again?' we said, almost in unison',
`How about next Saturday?',
We hugged, `till next Saturday', we hugged again, he copped a feel of my chubby cock, I wrapped my fingers around his warm ass cheeks, soft in their new fleecy lair.
He took the bag of clothes and the jocks and left,
I called out `use the £50 note to buy your train ticket, most shops don't take them',
He turned, nodded and grinned, then marched down the embankment to the train like `cock of the north'.
I called Gerry,
Oh gawd', he said after a few minutes of my ramblings, he's got it bad, puppy love or lust'.
We met for lunch, I told him about Chas being kicked out of home and how grimy he was,
Lucky you didn't catch anything, you haven't have you?' and he shifted away, you don't know where he's been sticking his todger, for money',
`And very nice it is too it's..'
`I don't want to know', Gerry said,
`I could be good for him you know, give him a start, in securities dealing or maybe something more like the cut and thrust of the market, yeah Tin trading, that hothouse. Start him researching, monitoring the rises and falls, get him to recognise the everyday changes through selling and buying and a gain through the base value rising, understanding who's buying and why'. I said, really just thinking out aloud.
`Never, I don't believe you could teach a gutter snipe like him the nuances, all of the knowledge required to trade as professionals, where our word is our bond' said Gerry pompously.
`I think you can, and I'll prove it, £10k says I'll make him a metals dealer and he'll trade successfully in The Ring',
What the bear pit? He won't last a minute, those bastards will eat him alive, you know the old saying never come between money and an Eton tie, mmm £10k you say, could be easiest money I've ever earned',
We shook on it. My 6 months starts today.
I paid the bill for lunch and wine, a snip at £120, my cock shifted in my pants thinking of what I got for £200 last night, much better value and far more to my taste. His musk recreated itself in my mouth. Gavs light floral smell and honeyed musk in my nose.
I shook my head and walked along Victoria Embankment and sat in the gardens with its odd collection of statues and memorials. Usually another good pickup spot.
I texted Chas, `I've got a proposal for you. Why not stay with me the rest of the week and we'll discuss it?',
My phone pinged,
`I'm not fucking marrying you',
came his text reply.
I laughed out loud. The park was busy, the bloke sat on the end of the seat looked at me quizzically.
`I'm not asking you to, I've had an idea, can you get the next train back?', I texted.
`Yeah, but I got a few things to do, see you about 6 ish. thanks',
`You can thank me in kind. txt me when you're at Charing Cross',
I got a thumbs up reply.
I walked to Foyles, it's quite a way but it's a nice afternoon. I bought a book on the history of metal trading `The World For Sale' by Javier Blas.
It struck me that maybe he can't read? What have I done? Then I thought of him in bed, yeah I could read it to him in bed, snuggled up in the afterglow of a good session. My cock twitched at my imagining his pale cock and fiery bush and his beautiful arse.
That's £16.99 sir', sir, are you ok sir?',
`Oh yes, sorry, I was miles away'.
I paid and walked down Charing Cross road to meet Chas. I waited and my heart skipped a beat as I thought I'd seen him, I'm now playing spot the red top! Get a grip Mark!
He sauntered through the crowd in his new threads and trainers, looking confident, a spring in his step, a small hold-all over his shoulder, his hair looking great, better now thats it's settled in, more Chas than Simon.
He saw me and ran, we hugged, he grabbed my dick and squeezed.
`You look nice' I say,
Yeah I'm a sexy fucker, that's why I'm here, come on, there's a spoons nearby in Leicester Square. I fancy a drink and some eats and you can tell me all about your plan. Fucking Reg went ballistic when I said I couldn't load the van on Saturday morning and that I was staying in town and that I'd see him at the market on Saturday bright and early, he might have to do some work for a change'.
Fuck I thought, I've done it now. He's burning his bridges.
We walk from the station up Charing Cross Road to Leicester Square, we walked in, 2 bouncers on the doors, they eyed up Chas, ignored me, wrong demographic maybe, or he's just sex on legs?
We find a table,
`This is on me' says Chas, Stella's?',
I look at the drinks menu,
`Hey Chas, how much is 5 Stella's?',
He glanced the list, `pints?',
I nod,
`£34.40, why are you thirsty?',
`How much is 4 Stella and 2 Bud Light', he glances at the prices,
`Er that's £35.50, better value but not as nice, unless you're having the two Bud light and I'm having the four Stella's',
`No, Stella is fine, thanks',
`Just the one pint then?',
`Yeah for now',
`You're being really weird, Mark'.
So he is quick with figures, next the reading test.
He brought the drinks back.
`Cheers Chas' I said as I took a sip.
I'm starving' he says this do ya for food?',
`I don't know, I've never eaten here'.
`Read me the menu, I've not got my reading glasses',
`You really are being weird, so what's this all about?',
He moved to sit next to me, close, staring at me for an explanation.
`So, I think you're a bright lad, probably brighter than me. How did you do at school?',
`OK, you know, I always loved maths, but the rest I was a bit poor at, well not poor, fucking useless',
`How about English, specifically reading?',
`Fucking hell you think I can't read dontcha! Of course I can fucking read, see',
He was agitated. Fuck I've blown it now. He picked up the menu upside down,
`Ham, egg and chips, with a drink, £8.49, Steak and chips, with a drink £15.23',
I laughed, he looked a bit hurt.
`Let me explain',
`This had better be fucking good or else I'm not doing you tonight?', he said, still cross, a firmness, an edge in his voice.
The guys on the table next to us looked across and frowned.
`Look, I like you and I was at the apartment this morning just thinking what could I do for Chas to, you know help him along, other than paying him £200 a night to fuck me rotten and wear my dick out',
He laughed,
`I thought of where you work and I've seen how you are with customers, how quickly you can add up what they've bought and work out the change, and that got me to thinking that the veg stall is part of the market and that it is like any other market, you buy in large quantities and sell out in smaller lots and make a profit on the way. If the produce is looking tired then you sell em off at lower price',
`Yeah, and ...',
`So the markets I deal in are not dissimilar just instead of fruit and veg, the goods are non perishable so the value depends on it's rarity and most of all, its demand, if it is in demand you can nudge up the price, if it isn't you might have to reduce it, even to less than you paid for it and lose some money. Unless that is you've placed a cheeky bet on the price going down to cover your losses.',
`Yeah, that's sounds like a market, and ...',
I took a gulp of beer, Chas's eyes were staring into mine, expectantly.
`Well, I want you to learn to trade in metal rather than melons and in tin rather than tomatoes. What do you think?',
`Fuck, that's the last thing, I'd never have thought of that. I was up for becoming your toy boy, walking about in a jock strap, or less, all day, your bit of rough to get you going, but not a commodities trader',
`Well you could do both',
He laughed, snorting his drink.
`So you in for it?' I asked.
`Well now you've evaluated my maths and reading skills, then yes. What have I to lose, except my virginity, again. So what are we having to celebrate, steak and chips and two Stella's is it?'.
`Great, that's £44.22', I said,
`Naw mate, £30.46, the £15.23 includes a drink'.
He trotted off to the bar triumphant and ordered. He came back for the table number and ran back, returning with two pints.
`Here, sup up', he said,
`Here's to our partnership' I said,
`I do',
he said,
and I want a fucking ring if we are living together, non of this uncle' malarkey, 50:50'
A laudable aim but he'd have to earn a king's ransom to go 50:50.
He grabbed my package,
`mmm Steak now and a nice sausage to go with it later'.
We tucked in to the steak chips and peas. That's it, no frills. It's not bad, not excellent but again it's not £120 for two either.
Never mind trading, I think J.D Wetherspoon whoever he is, is doing very nicely thankyou, it's packed in here.
I went up to the bar and ordered 2 Stella's, `Thats £13.76 please', then silence and a pause,
`Er card or cash?', he said,
`Oh, card please',
I touched my card on the reader and he went to pour them. Ah, you pay before they pour here, I'll remember that.
We soon drank those, nice and cold, I'm getting a taste for lager and lad.
Chas got the next, teetering back, his cock pushing out his trackies, I thought I could make out a vein and glans.
I'm mesmerised, the beer working and the busy pub enthralling, lots to see, lads and lasses, old and young, everyone up for a good time.
`Your round next' Chas says, that's that £50 note spent. You were right, even the bloke on ticket office nearly had a throm when I presented it to him. He looked me up and down, checked it on a machine, twice, asked his boss, what a palaver, but thanks anyway, I had a great time, even if I was bowlegged, what was the final score anyway',
`6 all, I think. I made to move. Come on it's a long walk back I'll need a piss first and we can stop off on the way',
The toilets were upstairs, a huge place, a dozen urinals and six stalls. The urinals had floor to ceiling anti peek screens, so I just relaxed and let my waters flow, extracting as much as I could, my cheeks compressed in, pulling myself in, my inner muscles stopping the flow and then releasing, pulsing my piss higher up the porcelain.
I shook and Chas held the door open, blokes don't wash hands obviously. I must've dithered,
`Fuck Mark, blokes only wash for number two's and then ostentatiously, so blokes can smell your funk, where've you been?'.
We walked out of the pub, our table occupied already and a queue forming at the door. We walked by Trafalgar Square and down Whitehall, hardly pub Mecca but we found the Red Lion and I got 2 pints of Cruzcampo. We sat down,
`Nice place this', Chas said, I nodded.
`So what do you actually do Mark, you know that pays for all this?'.
He tapped my Breguet watch And fingered my jacket.
I told him plainly; that I and my team look for bargains, undervalued companies, those facing hard times, market errors, opportunities for growth and I act on them.
Whereas Reg might take £10k on a Saturday and make say £4k profit, that is he may risk £6k to earn £4k. In a day, I may risk £100 million to make £20 million for my clients, I'll take maybe 10 to 20% of the profit to run the business, pay people, pay taxes, my horny ginger haired lover, that sort of thing'.
`So a two million a day, and it's auburn, that's not bad going', he said,
`But it doesn't always work out like that. I often lose as much if not more in a day, you'll see and get better at sniffing a bargain out'.
We sat in silence, I could see Chas weighing up what I'd said. His face settled into a grin, he looked at me.
I get that. Yeah it makes sense, but fuck I'm horny, your saying sniffing out' set me off, I thought of my nose up your harris last night, fuck, just being with you makes me hard. See',
He grips his cock through his trackies, exenuating his girth.
`I had a chub on the train all the way, now, a chub in trackies is acceptable, nice, guys look, see your meat, they might nod in appreciation, but a hard on, man that's a no no, you're not in anyone's gang sporting wood, no way!',
You learning all this?' Says Chas. You badly need these lessons in being a lad, mate',
We are cosy, in a quiet cubby hole with mock Victorian glass screens sheilding us from the bar, just people passing to the toilets.
I take a hold of his cock, his pole. Fuck I get that cock tingle in mine, I must be spewing precum already.
I get up to go to the gents. I can't piss in a urinal when hard like this so I go into the stall, I drop my pants, I hear the door open, then silence, no zipper, no sound of pissing, maybe they are waiting for this stall. I do a sit down piss, forcing my dick down between my legs, pressing cold on the porcelain and piss, I mimic wiping and flush. I hear a light tap on the stall door,
`Let us in quick, I can't wait', it's Chas,
I open the door and Chas pulls down his trackies, fuck he's in the jock, he turns his bare arse to me and bends, I push in, like steel again in a moment. I push on his pucker, dry, just his sweat and emissions, I pierce him, he yields and I slide up, connected. He releases me,
`For later'. What a tease. I'm so hard, the smell of his musk invading the small space. He turns, we make out, i'm fondling his arse, tugging at the sexy support straps on his jock, feeling up his crack.
He pulls up and leaves, passing a guy in the doorway coming in. I wait a moment to still my cock, pulsing wildly, being denied. I flush and open the stall door and wash my hands ostentatiously, those are the lads rules after all.
We leave, my hard on won't budge.
`It's only about another 20 minutes walk now', I say,
`Fuck I might need another whizz by then' Chas says.
`We can always stop off at The Windmill on the way'. It's another real Victorian pub on Lambeth High Street.
We do, I order and sort myself out in the gents.
2 more Stella's, we sit and chat, I'm getting so horny, and pissed, thinking about taking his ass.
We sup up and both go for a piss. I piss through my chub, I look across, he lifts his top, and grins at me. I see his abs leading to his pale cock with its blue veins and his shock of fiery pubes.
`They need a trim, shall I give Simon a call?',
`Fuck, no way is that bender going anywhere near my jewels'. He laughs,
He shakes, flips it away and is out of the door.
I wash, and dry, out of habit, failing the lad test. Chas is waiting, he grins at me and rolls his eyes.
We walk in to the apartment block. The concierge nods and I use my app, we get the lift to floor 6.
The lift doors open in my lobby. I have the whole floor. Doors off to each room.
Chas looks in all the rooms.
`Fucking hell, Mark what do you need five bedrooms for, you gonna get a lad for each room? Marks hareem?',
`Yeah, two lads actually, you and Gav, and Gavs sparky mates, and maybe a plasterer.
You like em top heavy then?',
`yeah like you', I say,
I don't think Gav's bird was too happy, it was Mark this and Mark that' when he was on the phone with her, I'll try get him over one Saturday, we can give him some relief, you know, from her',
`Yeah he is pretty special, but there's no rush, after all I've got you now. Which bedroom do you want?',
`Huh?, I was hoping we'd, you know, kip together?',
`Me too, but you'll need your own space, your things around you, somewhere to keep your clothes, somewhere to go if we fall out or argue'.
`S'pose so, I'll have this one then, so I can hear if you're knocking one out through the wall if I'm not there',
He pulls me into the room and pushes me on the bed, we wrassle, we strip, oh he looks so good,
`Hang on a minute',
I went to my bathroom and brought my shave kit out,
`Uncle Marks shave bar is open, bushes a speciality',
He nods, `yeah looks untidy doesn't it?',
'stand in the shower' I say `no, don't put the water on just yet',
I kneel and use the electric styler on his pubes, shortening the hairs to the same length, trimming his hairy balls, trying not to nick them on the cutter, holding his cock high by the foreskin, getting to the hairs on his shaft, some really long ones here, I trim them all on his shaft to his pubes, his cock shaft now clear of hairs, a prickly prick.
His balls have a fiery glow as the light catches the short hairs, his bush is no longer a tangle of wiry fire, but a managed, natural look,
Fuck it looks massive' he says, feels good too, so smooth, let me do yours now',
He kneels and buzzes around, trimming bits I've obviously missed on my own in the mirror.
The shower floor is a mess, like autumn leaves, we are boned up, facing each other. I reach and turn the shower on full, Chas shouts an obscenity as the cold water hits his back, we hug, buddy heat maintains us until the rainfall shower runs hot, we kiss, drenched, hair plastered down, our bodies pressed together. Like that scene from Withnail and I.
`Thanks for all you're doing for me, you're a top bloke',
Chas says, as he washes me gently, ignoring my stonking hard on, that now seems cheap somehow, the caress of his hands washing me is not sexual, not erotic even, but of a higher order than simply wanting to get off, like animals grooming each other.
I repeat on him, admiring his youthfulness, his taut skin, his muscles flexing and yielding to my touch, his arse muscles flexing, just an extension of his naturaly muscular thighs really, as he bends, his skin paler, a blueish white.
I part his cheeks to wash his arse, his fiery red hairs forming a ringed guard of honour protecting his pucker, pinky brown skin, so soft, so fuckable, the fiery golden hairs continuing under to his ballsack, his hairs catching the light like sparkling jewels as he rocks, making them sway like pendulums, now trimmed, a contrast between the jangle puzzle of his ass hairs.
My cock falls to his crack, I feel cheap, he moans lightly. I think of the bet, my stomach turns, if Chas ever found out he would feel used, like he was just another opportunity to make money. I'm such a fool, nay an manipulative monster who's got his cake, wants to eat it and make a profit out of it, to satisfy his boastful nature, borne out of insecurity.
I deflate, Chas looks around and rises up, turning to look at me he says,
`yeah, that was so er, er, beautiful, no that's not what I felt, it just felt, er right, er complete, like we were one, it got to me too, look',
I looked down at our soft cocks, swaying.
`Come on, let's dry and get an early night',
I cleared away as Chas was in `his room' with the door closed, I went into my room and set the lighting to 'night' and into the en-suite to brush my teeth and to, you know, get ready for bed, douche myself to make sure I'm ok below, nice for Chas.
I hear the bedroom door open just as I've finished and Chas is stood in his zipper fleece and jock strap.
He undid the zipper and let the fleece fall to the floor.
I was hard, boned hard, Chas turned and gripped the corner of the bed with his thighs and leant forward, his arms outstretched in front of him, his back creased from his nape, down the valley of his strong back to the his arse crack and the firey red hairy gorge, enticing me across.
No preparation was needed on my part, this boy came oven ready, his pucker hairs glistening with lube.
He mewled, as I pushed in. I took him slowly, extracting every morsel of pleasure my shaft could take, my glans enveloped in his tight velvety soft tube, tingling as I pushed in fully, crushing my nuts.
I soon found his spot and as I pushed slowly, I paused when I heard him say `yeah', my cock pulsing wildly in the darkness, as I pushed his prostate and carried on my journey.
He got a pillow and pushed it under his groin, raising his ass a little, `oh yeah' he wailed as I rammed in again, his white jock strap band across his back and the support straps curving sexily over his curvaceous muscular arse cheeks, my pole shiny with lube disappearing and revealing itself as I rammed in and out.
I'm on the home straight now, 10 furlongs to go, I'm almost whipping his ass, as I build up, I pull the support straps to hang on to as he brings me almost to climax. I pull out and he flips over looking at me, expectantly, his tongue out, broad, like a shelf waiting to be stacked with my cum.
I assume the classic position, my legs bent, my back arched, my body tensed, my arm muscles flexing as I gripped my cock and unleash rope after rope of my spunk over his face, trying to hit his mouth. Chas is leaping trying collect them, the force of my jizz splatting noisily on his skin.
He rises, we squelch together and kiss, my cum and sweat smearing his body, his face and chest flushed red, like a ginger robin. He's getting hard now, the jock containing his manhood, pushed out obscenely, his cock desperate to be released to straighten out, not to be bent double any longer, not be restrained by the fabric mesh.
I kiss down his body licking up my cum and sweat, till I reach his jock. I push my nose into the fabric and breathe deeply, I smell him, his concentrated musk from his wet, sticky arse.
I pull the waistband out and yank it over his cock, his member swings out almost poking my eye, lumbering about, before settling down at 45 degrees. I bite his anteater snout between my lips as I tug on his ballsack, feeling his plums, ripe between my palms, they've been busy creating his spunk. Chas grips my hair and nudges my face with his cock, prodding me.
I get the idea and grip his shaft in my fist and pull his foreskin down over the glans, he whimpers an `oh yeah', his most sensitive area now exposed, I balance his cock on my broad tongue, weighing it, feeling it pulse, curving my tongue, gripping the glans and let him push against the grain, like a cats tongue licking. In one move I push him to the back of my throat and coat him with saliva. I pull off and bend over on the corner of the bed like he did, and let him pierce me, fuck that feels so good. The initial pain gone, feeling him fully engaged, his newly clipped pubes prickle me, his pulsing cock expanding my ring.
He starts to rock his hips, he slaps my cheek on one side hard, tingling, stinging, he then thwacks the other side. He's building up speed now. I see him in the mirror, proud, stood erect, tall, his hands on his waist, his fingers splayed on the pivot point, his abs taut, chiseled, his pecs broad, his head rocked back, as he fucks the living daylights out of me.
Finally, yes finally, he cums, he leans into my arse, grips my waist for support as his legs wobble and he shoots his spunk up me, blast after blast, this 18 year old boy certainly knows how to spunk up, one leg is shaking like a dog with fleas, he's just groaning at his release.
`Fucking hell Mark, that's one sexy arse you've got',
he starts laughing, elated, on a sex high. He pulls out, his cock tip grazes my tube as he pulls back, his cock still hard, at 45 degrees as he extracts it. I watch it fly up to his abs with a thwack. He squeezes it up the length and a blob of cum settles on his crown. He takes it on his fingers and I suckle it off.
I kiss him, fuck I'm sure he could go again. We climb in bed, I'm laid on my back, he's knelt up feeling his cock, looking for any sensitivity. I nod, he laughs, his eyes glinting,
`You sure?' he says,
I lift my legs in reply, warm on his shoulders. I feel wet, his last load oozing out, he's a big cummer.
He pushes in and his body flinches and he groans,
`Fuck you're tight',
He perseveres and slowly, ever so slowly, takes me, our eyes don't break contact, his beautiful face, craggy, pale, his auburn hair cut well, his chin like an action man doll, his ginger beard just showing, his arms pressed into the bed on either side of me, taut, showing their muscles like candy twists as his arse rocks into mine, his spike connecting us.
I lean up to kiss him, my abs crunch, I lift my legs to grip his waist, I'm like a sloth on a branch, Chas doing all the work as his cock now has freedom to ravage my hole.
I see his eyes go, he collapses on me, I pull his face up from my shoulder and holding him, kiss him passionately as he unloads again, lying still on me, just pulsing his semen into me until he's spurting dust. I let go of his face, he settles down on me. I'm a big boy, I can take his weight.
I rub my arms across his buns and up his back, caressing him, his breath hot on my neck, his cock still up me, softening and sliding out. His second load joining the first to ooze out.
Hey ho, more sheets to wash.
He stirs a little and rolls off me onto his back.
I get out of bed and rush to the bathroom and evacuate. I dab sudocrem on my ravaged pucker, that'll help it along. I wash my hands as the smell is a true passion killer, and dab the bed with a towel.
I climb back in and fall asleep. My lumbering lad already snoring lightly at my side. His gaseous emissions filling the air with him, his musk, his laddishness.
I fall asleep wondering how to introduce Chas to the London Metal Exchange courses in their winter course programme.
What a lad I've bagged, then Gavs frame comes to mind and images of them making out in the whirlpool and fucking each other, a series of still images slowly piling on top of each other. Gavs body making Chas's look puny.
Oh Gav you stud, visit soon.
TBC