My Fair Lad - Part 4
A reimagining of My Fair Lady. Set in London, about now.
It tells the story of Chas, a rough edged lad, down on his luck and Mark a successful banker. Mark and his banker colleague Gerry make a bet that he can teach Chas to be a gentleman and be accepted into the banking profession.
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My Fair Lad - Copper coins
I book Chas on a few online training sessions. I've got my spare computer setup in one of the bedrooms, this can be his office, work only in here.
We move the furniture around, adding another chair matching the two seater.
`Where's the games and the porn?' Chas said booting up the dual screen PC.
He goes for a whizz and comes out in his jock,
`Fuck these are so comfy it's all I want to wear',
`Where's that fit bloke who worked on the market gone? I seem to have a sex starved slut parading about'.
He walked up to me and gyrated close to me, pushing into my groin. The view of the Thames outside of the large windows, tourist boats passing, rib boats zooming up, this lad doing his stuff in front of me, my flies open, cock out, his hands cupping my balls as he swallows my head,
Fuck' I moan, oh It feels so good',
I grip his scalp, hear him and feel him laugh vibrating on my cockhead lodged deep in his throat.
`You're getting so good at this', I moan at him, he yanks down my jeans, the air blowing around my arse, he pulls my cheeks apart, the cool sensation on my pucker.
I'm rocking minutely into his throat, probably only moving millimeters as my cock hardens more, my balls are long since lifted now stuck close to my shaft, oh fuck his fingers are delving, getting closer to my soft spot. I'm almost at my peak, my breathing erratic, breath piled on breath. My face flushed red beneath my tan.
I whimper, my cock rim burning in its soft glutinous lair, Chas plunges his finger hard up my arse, I clamp down on him and my legs go, his hands on my arse supporting me as I groan out each pulse down his willing, accepting throat.
He pulls off and I've not finished,
`Quick, grip me, finish me off', I moan,
Chas grips my cock and puckers his lips, kissing my cock slit and tickles his finger under my frenulum. I shoot out my last pulses, my fingers running through his hair, so thick and luscious.
He rises up and we kiss, sharing my seed. Chas turns me and pushes my head down hard, I'm almost bent double, my hands on my knees.
I hear Chas growl up a ball of phlegm, oh fuck, I know what's coming. He holds my waist and pushes home, I adjust my height, bending my knees and he glides in on his spit. He's ramming me hard, no mercy, no finesse, just 100 percent lad, getting off. No words spoken, no words needed, no words to describe how I feel, how he feels. Two animals lost in lust.
I felt Chas's drool on my back, he bends and rubs his cheeks on my shoulders, smearing roughly, exciting me more, he's lifting me half off the floor with each thrust, he carries on lifting me and I'm sort of half standing, half leaning back on Chas, his arms in a bear hug around me, tight, as he rams my rear mercilessly, I'm getting aroused, somehow, through the pleasure and the pain, my prostate sending signals to my lustful brain, triggering the blood to flow to my cock.
I'm turgid now, Chas grabs hold and pushes my forskin up and down roughly, then reaches lower to grab my balls and squeeze them, all the time pumping into me, he's beating me off now in time with him. My cock is so sensitive and not quite ready to squirt, I writhe with the sensitivity, he doesn't care, he's on the path to release, this horny 18 year old fuck machine can go for hours.
I cum at last, a single spurt then the pain, I buckle, as my weight passes to Chas who shoots and shoots up my ass. He's crying something out aloud, We fall onto the floor, him sat up holding me tight, my arse in his lap, his cock still up me as he finishes off.
We roll onto the floor, a sweaty cummy mess, panting, we lie, the underfloor heating warm to touch, the oak flooring smeared under us as we drip our juices from drooling mouths, cummy cocks and leaking arse holes.
Chas recovers first `fucking hell boss, what was that? Who needs fucking porn to get off to',
He kisses me and lifts me up, I'm hot, sweaty and my ring is on fire,
His pulls me along the oak floor onto the cold marble of the bathroom and pauses to turn on the shower, he continues to drag me on the floor, forming a trail of his cum leaking out of my hole, now turned into a smear on the oak and marble floor.
The water is eventually warm enough and he drags me into the shower, he kneels and the water sprays over my face. I gulp it down, still supported by his arms under my shoulders, like the Pieta.
The shower heats up, he lies back on the wall, his legs out in front, my arse between them, I lay back on him, we relax in the shower, warming through.
I recover and lean back on the wall as Chas washes my front, examining and carefully washing my cock and balls. I turn and lean my hands against the wall and spread my legs as Chas washes me gently, silently as the rain shower cascades on my back.
I feel my cheeks open and Chas blows on my pucker,
`How is it?' I ask,
You'll live' he says no blood',
He kisses my arse cheeks and I hear him sob,
`Sorry Mark, for being such an animal' he says, kissing my shoulders.
Never say sorry' I say, I loved it',
We dried and Dr Chas administered his finger tip blob of Sudocrem over and up my hole, the cooling taking place immediately.
`No more arse fun for me. I guess I'm the lucky one tonight?', I said
`I'm not so sure who's the luckiest' Chas said as he gripped his soft cock lightly and gave it a quick pump.
`I'm famished' I said, Chas pulled up the covers,
`You relax and I'll rustle us up something for lunch'.
Chas made toasted ham and cheese sandwiches, toasting the sourdough bread in the fry pan with melted butter that warms the ham and melts the cheese.
I heard him laugh, `Tom & Jerry' cheese!'
He snuggled in at the side of me as we ate them, we hugged, still both naked, and I dozed for an hour or so. The light fading.
I woke and Chas was reading the metal markets book, prepping for his first on-line tutorial, and had started answering the questions. The first is; What is your experience, if any, of working in a market?
We discussed Borough Market, how traders like Reg buy cheaply, low, in bulk and sell higher in many smaller transactions. His dynamic assessment of the market and his discounting if demand was fading to entice new buyers with the two for £1' and mixed bags for £2'. I explained the technical terms for these.
`Cor, but that comes naturally to Reg and me, we understand the techniques as we want to take as little back as we can just to store and load again. We don't need all this fancy terminology, and who'd have thought you'd be able to write equations demonstrating what we do! I'm flabbergasted', said Chas.
He carried on reading and I crept to my room and slept until morning, truly shagged out.
The week went well, we've slowed down the sex. I spelt alone a couple of nights as Chas revised and read up for his online course.
He got up quietly on Saturday, very early in the morning, I remembered he was working on the market.
I went for my usual lunch at `Turnip' at one. I heard boss shout Chas, and watched him run with the Slingsby loaded with boxes of bananas and haul them onto the stall for sale. He then bagged and weighed a ladies shopping giving her her change and a bit of banter, fully engaged with the business.
He threw me a quick look and stretched for me, his sweatshirt top riding up, his abs taut, showing the V descending to heaven.
I got a text, `C U in Market Tavern at 3:30',
It was a cold, dank London day, not nice for walking. I hunkered down in Turnip and treat myself to a Tiramasu and Irish coffee. I walked over and saw Chas with Reg, downing pints.
Hi Mark', says Chas beaming, This is Uncle Reg`,
The guy looked me over and I proffered my hand, he took it and shook firmly.
Get em in Chas, can't have Mark getting them in can we now?',
Chas went to the bar, Reg still gripping my hand pulls me in close, very close, he snarled angrily through a half smiling face,
`You fucking hurt my nephew and I swear I'll fucking rip your dick from your body and shove it down your throat, got it?,
I nodded, `I've no intent...', I tried to say as Reg clapped his arm around my shoulder and grinning took the proffered pint off of Chas and I took the other,
`This deserves a toast', beams Reg,
`To Chas, my nephew, my own skin and blood'.
We clink glasses, Reg wipes his eye of a tear as Chas calls him a daft sod and hugs him.
Reg is fine with me, and I am with him, laughing at his jokes, about how barmy the French are, tales of the characters in the market in Runges, about Reg's awful French which they laugh at, but admiring him trying.
I get a round in. Reg gets the last one. He's got a new lad loading the van, he looks about 16, Reg bringing another face into the team as Chas moves on. We leave and Reg doesn't look around, but puts his arm around the new lads shoulders and hugs him in tight, blips the van open and they jump in and drive off.
I hug Chas in tight as we walk back. In silence.
Sunday morning soon arrives and I woke with Chas at my side, he felt down the bed at my woody.
`Someone wants to play',
he says and he dives down the bed, turning 180 so his cock is right by my face.
I flinch as he suckles my cock, getting me super hard.
I take his cock in my mouth and he humps my face, getting himself off. We are almost in sync, I cum first. As he swallows he fills my mouth with his youthful, strong, thick, cottage cheese like, overnight spunk. I swallow every drop exciting his rim until he pulls away.
I'm stroking his arse cheeks now as he starts to turn back up the bed, his face popping up, grinning on his return to the light. The curtains pulled back revealing the icy black river and streetlights switching off as the sky lightens.
We kiss and make out for a while, savouring our dog breath, our cummy mouths. Chas turns over and becomes little spoon to my big spoon. I'm caressing him gently, rubbing up his chest, cupping his pecs, squeezing a nip. We lie and of course he's recovered, stonking hard with my caresses. I'm a way off, my dick, chubby but feels just nice and warm nestled between his cheeks.
I hear the answer phone whirl `Hi it's Gerry, call when you've a mo, nothing urgent'.
`Come on tinkerbelle, shit, shave, shower and teeth'. I say as I leap up, my cock firmer than I thought,
`Please uncle Mark, just one more fuck, please',
he says like a 12 year old, he's on all fours, wiggling his arse at me, laughing,
I feel his arse cheeks, so soft, but a hard core underneath, flexing as I run my hands over. I feel under his balls, his perineum and his cock, pressed hard against his abs. I line up and sink in, I'm fully hard now,
`Oh fuck you feel gorgeous', I say,
He pulses his arse muscles sending ripples of pleasure to my glans buried deep within.
I hump him, slowly, and pull out before I shoot. I kneel opposite him on the bed and watch him slowly beat his cock as we make out, kissing as his knuckles rub on my abs as he brings himself close, my cock is pulsing, about to spurt.
I bend down and take his cockhead in my mouth and tickle his load out of him. His youthful dick so hard yet silky smooth and spongy. He fills my mouth with his spunk. Thrusting up into my mouth, his powerful body knows just what to do, his steel hard cock and his veins rippling on my lips as he spews his spunk into me, his second load almost as much as his first.
I don't swallow the last mouthful but leave it on my tongue as I rise up and show him his load, he grabs my head in his palms and brings us close in a passionate kiss, he rams his tongue into my mouth, curling his thick, snaked tongue to extract his seed, him gulping it down as if it were oxygen.
He falls on the bed on his back, his arms held aloft for me. His fiery pubes dark with sweat and spunk. I kneel over him, my cock on fire, my hands on my waist, my cock pulsing wildly. I rock my head back and my body tenses and I spurt my load over Chas, looking at the ceiling as my cock squirts plume after plume out.
What a mess,
`I thought you'd cum up me, and there's you thinking of my pleasure first'. He says.
We clean up and cuddle, my laying on top, all my weight on him as he caresses my back.
`Come on, we can catch the ten o'clock service at Southwark Cathedral and then find a Bills cafe for all day brunch, whaddya say?'
Chas nods. We share the bathroom, our intimacy so relaxed now, I wait for him to dump and I shave as he does so, I look in the mirror at him, him sat on the pure white porcelain, He's a bit shy wiping up,
`Sorry', he said,
`Don't be, I don't mind, honestly, I like the intimacy, we all do it, I've heard the Queen does too',
I smell his funk and he flushes away. He comes behind me and cuddles me as I shave. His head on my shoulder peeping across into the mirror,
He checks my face for stubble rubbing his hands all over my face, my nose, my hair, my ears, and chin.
`You'll do' he says and nips my arse.
I turn and we make out. He's hard again.
`Shave, now!',
I direct him as I clean the basin of my short dark hairs, rinsing around.
He returns with his razor and lathers up, and carefully shaves his sparse, golden, fiery hairs off his face.
I get the urge and it's my turn on the loo. I dump and I am very windy.
Chas is in the shower, his ass pressed against the glass at times, his body going out of focus as he washes around himself quickly, humming a Christmas tune, he washes his hair with the shampoo Simon recommended and the conditioner.
I watched as he rinsed off. I pass him a towel as he comes out and he briskly rubs his hair, then holding the towel at his chest he looked up at me and grinned, he flung the towel and attacked me, tickling and grabbing me.
`Gerroff' I said and we laughed,
He looked like a Greek statue, his marble white skin and muscles, flexed. Like a Bernini.
He pushed me into the shower and I turned it on as he dried. I washed quickly and came out.
`Arse check' he said.
I dried carefully on the towel. Chas patted my hole with tissue, no blood. He got a dab of sudocrem and coated my pucker and inside with the crème, I clamped on his finger. He wiped and washed away the awful smell and we dressed, wanting to do more but eager just to be with each other.
We walked to Southwark. I sensed Chas hadn't been to church often, if ever, let alone a Cathedral.
He was nervous but after the informal welcome from the attendants and shaking hands with acquaintances of mine, we sat and waited for the service to start, Chas looking around at the splendour of the building.
An official came over and asked if we would carry the elements, I nodded and so did Chas. We carried silver containers of wafers and processed with the clergy and the other people chosen to carry the communion cups and vessels up the aisle and leaving them we walked back to where we were sat.
Chas was very well behaved and mature, listening to the sermon and remembering to hold his hands by his side at communion, to receive a prayer, he's not sure if he'd been baptised but thinks it unlikely. We sat closer, my hand brushing his as we sang the hymns and responses.
We came out into the fresh air and Chas was elated, talking non stop about how good the service was and how he felt release when he was prayed for. Chas said he'd like to go again.
We ate at Bills cafe, I can cook all of this' Chas said, no need to spend silly money on a Full English'.
Yeah I thought my sexy scally certainly has a full English sausage and plum tomatoes I'd like to devour.
We walked by the river,
`Come on, I fancy a pint' I said, so we walked to the Kings Arms on Newcomen Street, hoping Gerry would be in.
Gerry was sat reading his paper, he looked up at me as he heard me order,
`Mark, he said, I called you earlier, do join me and mines a pint of Harvey's Best please'.
I ordered and Chas carried the two Stella's and the Harvey's Best to Gerry's table. I was just finishing saying `don't breathe a word',
Gerry rose up, his hand out, `Chas isn't it?' He said, Chas nodded and said,
`Good news travels fast',
`Indeed it does, it looks like you've knocked 10 years off lager boy here, it's about time he found someone'.
`Gerry!' I said, you'll scare him away',
Chas was blushing,
`No chance of that, you're lumbered with me now', he said.
I was surprised at his forthrightness. We chatted about this and that, steering away from work.
Gerry said he'd been trying to get me running on a morning.
`Great idea!' Chas said, I've got the running gear now',
`I'd rather swim', I said,
`I like swimming too, something I was good at, but you've got to get to the pool, you can run anywhere', said Chas,
`Er no actually, there's a pool and gym in the apartment, for all the residents, not just me',
`Wow, we can have a go later' said Chas.
We finished our drinks, Chas offered to get one in, Gerry insisted on buying.
Whilst he was at the bar, Chas said `how did he know I was called Chas',
`Oh he must've put two and two together, I mentioned you'd stayed over',
he looked quizzical,
`That doesn't make sense' he said then he looked shocked,
`You showed him the photo didn't you!',
I nodded, `I was so pleased I had to show someone how beautiful and gorgeous and sexy you are',
`But not my cock?',
`No that's just for me to get hard to',
`What are two whispering about', says Gerry,
`Oh nothing', says Chas, looking sheepish that Gerry had seen him starkers, even if his hands were covering his jewels.
We talked sport and music and holidays. Gerry being gracious and nice, not topping Chas with stories of the fantastic places he's visited abroad rather than Chas's Norfolk Broads.
We'd finished and Chas nipped to the Gents.
Gerry says `Chas is lovely, a diamond in the rough, I can see what you like about him, he's bright too, It might have just cost me £10k',
Chas carried the three pints back,
Cheers Chas' Gerry said, but this is my last, I've tons of research before the markets open tomorrow and Singapore is usually first. I've got some possibilities on the horizon',
He chugged it down, `nice to meet you Chas, Mark',
After he'd gone Chas said `He seems nice, a bit posh',
`Yeah, he liked you, I can tell what Gerry is thinking',
`All good I hope,'
`yeah well the seven inches you've got tucked away might have helped him',
`You did show him the selfie!',
`Scouts honour, no',
I tickled him, and got a few looks. Heck I'm a bit merry after three quick pints.
We walked slowly back through the Marshalsea world of Charles Dickens, the river was at low tide, the pebbly muddy foreshore with metal detectorists scanning for treasure. Gulls swooping for scraps. I almost expected to see naked mudlarks frolicking on the shoreline. Shame.
We walked for around two hours, calling in at a cafe to sit and chat, getting to know more about each other than just our sexual organs.
`I'm working from home tomorrow Chas, then going into the office to see the team. I'll introduce you to them, they know I've taken on a trainee so they won't be surprised',
As we walked back I quizzed him on the TLA's of trading; those three letter acronyms that posh boys use to separate them from the don't know plebs. I'd messaged him a list and saw him on his phone looking at them in those spare minutes and times of the day.
`Better than watching pornhub' sat on the shitter' he said.
That evening I just served cheese and crackers with a bottle of St. Emillion.
No cheddar then? Said Chas what's this it's got dirt on it, you want to chuck that away, I'm not eating that blue one',
`Take a swig of red as you chew it', I said,
`Oh yeah, that's nice', he said, learning all the time.
Hunger took over and he tried them all, the `ashy one', Morbier was his favourite. We did the dishes and cleared up, we sat watching the river below, the Christmas lights and got an early night.
I still marvelled at the simplest things, watching him in the bathroom, his naked form. Him leaning on the wall, just looking, learning, leering at me, getting me all chubby.
In bed, Chas talked about how he's worried he won't fit in with my guys at work, how he'll be the rough one, the thicko with the thicker accent.
I agreed, Chas was almost sobbing, feeling low. I rubbed his back as we cuddled.
How about we get you a voice coach? You know Gerry', Chas nodded, well Gerry was brought up in liverpool, he got a scholarship and learned to mimic the posh boys at his school and soon lost his accent',
`Never, he's the poshest bloke I know',
`Let me sort out a voice coach tomorrow',
He cuddled me tighter, I became big daddy to his little lost sheep and we slept soundly.
I woke first, little lamb was sleeping so I got up, had a pee in the half bath off the hallway, made coffee and put on a pan of porridge.
I checked my emails as it bubbled away. I had a message from Gerry.
`Bit of movement in Singapore, might be useful to you?,
I texted a thanks and poured myself a coffee.
What to do about a voice coach? I googled and got a few names, they were all for actors so I discounted them at first, stirring the porridge I thought to myself that Chas only has to play the part for a few days, it is like being an actor.
I found a guy on LinkedIn, Alex Watson, who worked at The Young Vic, not far from here and messaged him.
Yeah he could meet us for lunch 1:30 in The Cut Bar.
I stirred the oats again and Chas came up from behind and hugged me,
`Coffee?',
`And cream' he said, as he sat and fondled my cock as I poured.
Too busy today' I said, and you've got your research and your online modules.
`We need to leave at 1:00 to walk to lunch to meet Alex,'
`Oh, OK',
I spooned out the porridge, `honey honey?,
He scooped out a spoon and let it drizzle, I took the spoon off him, I was standing at the counter. As I turned a bead of honey dropped on my cock. Chas knelt and sucked it off,
`Mm salty sweet',
`I've been called worse'!
We ate up, and got to it, me in my study, Chas in his office. My phone kept beeping, I'd lots of alerts, signalling a fall in copper, due to some new deposits identified in Zambia.
I looked at my positions in copper, `mmm what to do, the fall means my stakes are worth less, but if I wanted to buy more then now would be a good time' I thought I'd ask Chas his advice.
I went to his office, he was reading the metal markets book. Good boy Chas.
`Hey Chas, how about this problem',
`I know a chap who's got a lot of Apples in storage ready to sell into the market, about a months supply.
`Ok',
But a French cooperative has put their considerable supply onto the market.
`Oh shit that means you'll never get the higher price for your apples. The only choice you have is sell all your apples now before the price drops lower or buy the French ones at a good price to protect your own return',
`Cheers Chas, oh and it's copper not apples',
I logged in and bought heavily just as the price looked to be turning, that turned out to be another trade which was raising the price momentarily, Gerry had `goosed me',
I had £100m at stake now, my £50m stake and the £50m of Zambian copper ore.
By 12:30 the UK markets in copper had stabilised, by my buying out the risk, as Chas suggested. Chas had saved me a lot of money and worry.
It was soon one o'clock.
`Come on, we can walk',
OK guv'nor' says Chas , then bloomin' heck, it's freezing my bollocks off out `ere',
We found The Cut and The Young Vic. Alex was waiting in the lobby.
We shook, `so what's the play?' He asked,
`Oh it's a new work, about a young man who works on Borough Market who wants to become a commodities trader',
`So a rags to riches type story?',
I nodded. `Oh meet Chas, he's the lead',
`Ow do mate' says Chas and he pats Alex on the back.
`When is the first performance?',
`In about 5 months',
`Oh that's good, I suggest we start with an hour a day with me, through the week and homework or a zoom call at weekends, Sundays off. Now I charge £200 an hour, but for a contract for a few months I can drop that to £125 an hour, will that suit you Chas?',
I interrupted,
`yes that's fine. So shall we eat?'
`I've got to dash actually. Your first lesson is 9:00am, tomorrow, meet me here Chas', said Alex,
`Ok guv'nor' said Chas as Alex sashayed out.
`Shall we grab a sandwich?' I said,
Chas nodded and we walked out of the highbrow atmosphere onto The Cut.
We ate in a Pret, I love the Jambon Beurre sandwiches,
I got two and two cappuccino's.
Chas devoured his sandwich `I like those', might get another',
`Think of your waistline', I said,
He lifted his top, and crunched his abs, `not an ounce of fat here',
He went to the counter with the sandwich to pay,
`fancy another coffee?',
I nodded, Chas paid, he's learning about give and take which is good.
We got back and I carried on working, by close the copper price had risen slightly, let's see what happens overnight.
Chas continued with his online course.
We spent an hour on TLA's making it a game, a snog for every correct answer, and a balls crunch for getting one wrong.
I cooked a simple pasta and ragu from a jar and added a fresh courgette and tomatoes. Chas was making obscene gestures,
`Hey look it's my cock' he said arranging the courgette and two tomatoes as a phallus. He grabbed the courgette and set it against his own cock.
`might fit, its fatter than mine, and Gavs' you fancy it?',
`No, I'm not eating it coated in KY!',
We ate the pasta and relaxed looking at the view.
Bed, no sex just cuddles. I'm happy, my ravaged hole is easing.
Chas was up at 6:30, still dark, he prepared porridge and coffee and dragged me and my woody to the bathroom. I needed more sleep. Chas took his keycard and went for a swim. He put in an hours swim. We ate the porridge and showered quickly before Chas left to walk to The Cut for his first elocution lesson.
I logged on, Copper had risen enough for me to start selling, I sold in 10 small parcels, 40 to go. The price didn't fall, it even crept up a smidge by 11:00.
I could here Chas repeating `rred lorry, yellow lorry', rrrred lorry, yelllooww Lorry', over and over,
That's better than `rad larry, yella larry' I thought, and that's £125 I'll never see again.
By the morning the copper price had leapt on frantic trading in Singapore.
I heard Chas leave early, a note said `gone swimming, porridge on, save me some, back by 7:30 X',
I grinned and poured a coffee. My cock leapt.
I think my buying up the ore signalled a shortage of raw materials so the electricals bought up what they could at a premium as no copper means no cables and no profits.
I offloaded the remaining £40m ore and my hedges, I lost a little on those but overall the copper trades made an 12% return earning me some readies and I'd protected my initial £50m. Nice work Chas and all before lunch.
Chas came through with homemade soup and sourdough toast. He said he often made this from the medley of damaged produce he took home from the market.
We eat it at the table to get away from the computer.
Gerry called me `the copper turned out well, where's my 10% commission?', he says,
`You've been superseded by Chas, mate, he told me what he'd do, this guys got a nuanced understanding of markets whether is courgettes or copper'.
Chas massaged my shoulders as I chatted on speaker, my groaning getting louder.
`Hi Gerry', says Chas, I'm just giving Mark a shoulder massage',
`Well I'd better not play the gooseberry had I? Goodbye Mark, Chas' and he rang off.
Gerry was highly miffed, my £10k looking safer, but I've still a lot to do, hes got to feel comfortable meeting my team, and I've got to get him knowledgeable enough and accepted for him to trade in The Ring.
I've got a few ideas.
TBC