My Fair Lad - Part 5
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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Manners Maketh The Man
A couple of months passed quickly. It was getting lighter earlier so Chas added a run in before swimming. He was up at 6:30, prepping breakfast then out for his run, then back for his swim and then a shower, shave and shit and the walk to his elocution lessons.
Alex was making a real gent out of him, softening his mockeny twang and suggesting different phrases to use for common interactions that don't give away his roots.
He's got Chas reading novels to improve his vocabulary, he's reading Ian Flemmings James Bond series, the stories are interesting enough to keep him going and the characters are easy to visualise.
Alex wanted Chas to dress in the clothes that he'd be wearing in the play. I bought him a couple of Hugo Boss suits, just ready to wears, he's the perfect frame for a 40 regular jacket and 32 waist regular trousers. I sent for some Trwhitt business shirts and bought a pair of black Church shoes and Chas chose a few ties and I suggested a dicky bow or two that he could practice tying. I splashed out and bought him a pair of gold and black onyx cufflinks with a diamond setting from my jewellers in Hatton Garden.
We got up at 6:30 today and just swam together. Chas did his 60 lengths freestyle with ease, he reminds me of a pale Daniel Craig as he takes the steps to walk out of the water slowly revealing his package in his tight Speedos.
We robe up and back at the apartment we shower together and he's horned up, I stand and kiss him whilst tickling his glans lightly with my finger tips and silky shower gel, I feel his legs go and one leg starts twitching like a dog as he shoots his load between us. I kneel and take the geyser in my mouth and suckle the rest out down my throat until he twitches with sensitivity. Spent, for now.
He shaves as I wash his cum off of me and I dress him. Fuck he looks smart. He's repeating his lines, the phrases he's learned.
`Good morning Alex, what a beautiful day, I do hope that you slept well, could I get you a drink, a coffee perhaps?',
`The trading in Tokyo today was so enervating',
`Paris was pretty, Frankfurt filthy, Berlin brash and Singapore sublime, New York a no no, London louche and Madrid messy.
`All the best deals are done in Delaware',
Blimey he's like an automaton, what the fuck have I done, I've created a monster!
A rich one too. Chas said that his trading practice was not real life enough as he wasn't actually buying stocks with real cash, just pretending and so when he `lost' it didn't hurt him.
I agreed and pulled a few strings and set him up with a trading account in metals and I transferred £1,000 to get him started. I explained that I wanted it back, to make it real for him.
He kissed me, `you'll have it back by end of the trading period, on the settlement date, I promise',
`Don't promise, have some fun with it, experiment, get a feel for the commodities'.
By the end of the month he'd made £34k.
`It's just beginners luck' he whispered in my ear, his cock deep up my arse, his weight on me, my arms in front of me, pinned by his arms as he humped me slowly, kissing my nape, slavering in my ear.
`What should I do, save the £32k and start with a £1k again, save £16k and trade with £17k or trade with the whole £33k?',
`Chas, it's not my money, it's yours. I know it a lot of money but you must decide what to do, that will become your risk profile in time. You don't need to tell me what you've done, how much you've gained or lost, I'd prefer it if you didn't'.
Chas nodded, his cock tight up me, he lifted his weight onto his arms and ploughed me, my beautiful boy came in a growl from somewhere deep in his anatomy.
Alex phoned me to meet up, he was impressed at the change in him,
`He's ready for more contact now, he could do with meeting people to pick up their idioms, what's new about town, get the gossip, that sort of thing',
I said `he could meet the team, would that do?',
'yes that would help, however in a work situation often people clam up as it can be competitive. I was thinking more of a social event where if he got into deep water you could rescue him',
`I've just the thing', I said and booked a table at the London Metal Traders Guild Annual Ball in Clothiers Hall on 1st May. It's all coming together.
Chas breezed through his LME courses and the zoom calls with the LME training team, I knew some of the trainers from my early days in trading; poachers now turned gamekeepers. I often heard a laugh on the zoom calls when Chas would come up with one of his stories.
This one was about a French farmer in Normandy who was tired of being ripped off for his pear harvest and he arranged a loan secured on the family farm and made agreements to buy all the neighbouring farms produce, they too made arrangements for him to buy up all their neighbours fruit and before long Monsuier Picardy controlled the pear supply.
The Perry companies were held to ransom and not only did they negotiate that years price at a much higher rate per kilogram than last, but added a 5% per annum uplift in a 5 year deal so securing their income for 5 years allowing them to expand and buy new equipment.
The zoom called ended with a ripple of laughter, he so good at putting people at ease.
Chas worked hard, from 9 to 7 most days, his work ethic certainly did wonders for my trades, Chas spurring me on. I must be on course to beat Gerry this year surely?
Chas insisted we have a holiday. We booked 4 days out in April. I left it to Chas to arrange.
I started running with Chas, we ran and swam every day. He's changing, bulking up in a lean way, if that makes sense, his curves getting more pronounced, the valleys between his abs deeper, his shoulders curving.
He accelerates off and leaves me standing so I take a shortcut that means we meet back together. No shortcuts in the pool though so I leave him swimming and shower first and sometimes join him on his request if he's extra horny, and he'll nail me to the shower wall or maybe hump my throat or we'll simply make out and bring each other off.
Alex, the voice coach, announced he could do no more for Chas. He had worked a miracle with his accent, it was hard to trace, some people thought Chas was from New Zealand!
Alex suggested he continues with a weekly zoom call with Chas to talk about theatre and the arts, cultural training if you like, just to make sure he keeps up his diction. Chas wasn't too keen but after a couple of sessions Chas said it was like a personal podcast and good for refreshing what Alex had taught him.
Chas met the team, I knew he was nervous but he came across as gracious and attentive, he learned their names without being told twice and what areas of expertise they had.
Chas and I worked from the office that day and we went out for drinks straight after, breaking down barriers. Chas answered questions honestly, especially when asked about his schooling and what he'd done since university. He said he hadn't gone to uni and he was only 18, but had worked in markets all his life.
Thank God he didn't say he'd gone to the university of life'. He had them laughing with a few tales about Runges and Borough, mainly around belligerent French farmers and tourists.
My heart swelled with pride as he said goodbye to the team and linked arms with me to walk back. It was about 6ish, people had trains to catch to get home, not everyone is fortunate to `live above the shop' as it were.
On the walk back Chas says `let's go to the Wetherspoon in Leicester Square', I agreed, not my sort of place but I have good memories of and it's a longish walk to get my steps in. Chas answers a text on his phone and puts it away as we walk closely together.
We get the once over from the door staff and get a table, Chas gets the drinks and comes back with three pints of Stella, I'm looking puzzled at why three, when in breezes Gav. Looking smart, wearing a very understated, logo free zippered, dark grey Harrington jacket and grey sporty looking cross-over smart casual sporty trousers with a Fred Perry type polo underneath in mint, a gold chain accentuating his colouring.
We hug, for ages, his heat, his slight floral smell undercut with his musk made me hard. I could feel his pole pressing on me. His arms heavy on my back. I don't want to release.
We separate and Chas and him do the bro fist bump and shake. All smiles.
`You look fucking amazing' says Chas, getting 100% Ramsgate again,
`Yeah it's blooming hard work all that stretching'
Chas laughed `oh yeah, stretching it won't make any longer mate',
`Stretching and carrying ladders and tools and cable drums',
`Give us a flash' I say,
`Ooh you're the bold one, what you done with the posh banker Chas? You've turned him into a lad'.
Gav grabbed me and tickled me, ruffling my hair, then feeling my cock quickly',
`Just how I remembered it' he said, my cock leapt.
Well?' Chas said, give us a flash Gavvo',
Gav looked around and no one was at all interested, the pub very busy. He lifted his top and crunched.
`Fuck look at that rack' said Chas,
Gav blushed, `anyway look at you Chas, Reg says you must've put on a stone of muscle, it can't all be on your cock can it, has it got to 6 and a half inches yet?',
`I've no complaints' I say as they laugh,
`No you old perv you won't have, getting this lad on tap, you're a fast mover. I reckon I could've had his spot',
Chas sang 'shoulda, woulda, coulda been me', loudly jostling shoulders with Gav as he joined in and got another look from a bouncer by the door,
We sup up, `My shout' I say and Chas takes my card and goes to the bar, leaving me with Gav.
`Fuck Gav it's so good to see you, what a surprise, Chas never said you were coming, so what apart from working have you been doing',
`Well me and Shelle have set a date, you remember her, the blond one with the big boobs. Next March, just 12 fucking months of freedom left',
He grabbed my package as he said `and I intend to make the most of them',
`You only live twice' I said.
`Anyway, how's you and lover boy getting on?' He says,
I saw Chas with the three pint hold walking back,
`Oh Gav, he's never out of my harris, morning noon and night',
`I heard that', says Chas,
`All I'll say is I'm doing alright on that score',
`Come on Gav tell me about Shelle, you kicked her out yet for a later model?', says Chas,
Gavs face crumpled,
`Er Chas, read the room mate', says Gav,
`No they're getting married you plonker', I say,
`What, you knew before me?', says Chas,
`Yeah it just slipped out when you were at the bar' says Gav,
`I wish it had' I said keeping it light.
Me too' says Gav, but what you don't know is this',
Gav got down on one knee and held Chas's hand.
`Chas, will you be my best man?',
`I do, I mean yes I will, oh fuck I'm crying',
says Chas and barges past me and hugs Gav, then a kiss, a proper big lads kiss on the smackers,
`Gerroff! You've spent too much time in London', says Gav,
wiping his lips on back of his hands then they have a sit down wrassle. All hugs and laughter.
This was too much for the bouncers,
`Come on guys, drink up now and go',
We did as requested, a little chastened, and left.
`You eaten Gav?',
`No, we had a job on in Slough so I came straight here, I'm back to Rammo on Monday, if that's alright, you working in Borough tomorrow Chas?',
No, I've packed that in, Reg says he needs someone to load the van early. I've been let go' as it were',
`So you're a kept man, walking about in a see-through jock strap all day, attending to Marky Boys every fancy?',
`I wish' I said,
`No, I'm a trader, metals mostly, learning the ropes, from Mark here',
`Well fuck me, I'd never have guessed that' says Gav as we walk along, Gav in the middle, Chas and I salivating at his side.
We were on St Martins Lane, packed with tourists.
Chas walked into Coté Brasserie and asked for a table, a 10 minute wait, Chas offered us a drink whilst we waited, and ordered quietly and politely in his new accent, we were shown to the table,
`On me this lads' says Chas,
Good boy Chas, I thought.
`So Gav, steak ok?',
`Yeah tops',
`Do you fancy soup to start, onion?'
A nod again,
`I'll have the same please Chas', I said.
`To drink, a red perhaps?', says Chas,
`Yeah, tops, we can have lager later',
I nod.
Chas looks confidently at the waiter and he gives the order for the table, he's chosen a nice wine, and three lagers on the side, this boy learns fast.
Chas is talking to Gav, they get on to money, Gavs doing well with the overtime and jobs for friends, cash in hand saving up for a deposit on a house. Chas says he's got a nest egg going, he gambles half his income every month and stashes the rest in a savings account, `rock solid' he says.
Gav grabs his dick under the table,
`Getting their' he says, quietly,
`How about Marky Boy here?', he grabs mine with his other hand,
Mmm not far behind', he chortles, and from what I remember, what a behind it it is',
as he squeezes our knees adding quietly as we lean in,
`and I can't fucking wait to see you two er up close and personal', he says.
We smiled at each other, eyes sparkling, the booze and wine buzz increasing, the contentment that comes with good food and friendship spreading a glow between us. All wanting to share each other and get down to it.
We eat up, the French onion soup was sweet and caramelly with a slice of toasted baguette loaded with Gruyère on top. The steaks very good actually.
`Would you like coffee or a desert sir',
`No thankyou, Marcelle, we've enjoyed our time here, thankyou',
`Then let me get you the bill, sir',
Chas paid and I stood waiting with Gav, Gav put his arm around my shoulder as Chas put away his wallet. Marcelle thanked him for the tip. I glanced and saw him put the £20 note in his pocket, quickly, discreetly.
Chas, what's with the manners, and that plummy fucking voice, what happened to the Rammo Rambo' I want as my best man?',
Dunno' says Chas reverting to Ramsgate twang, perhaps he just grew up?'.
We walked in silence, I felt that Chas was at a turning point, new Chas meets old Chas, in a standoff with his best pal, Gavin.
We get to the apartment, Gavin not phased by my apartment or the view. He was interested in resolving their differences and getting back on track.
`Look Chas, I don't give a shit about your new job, how much you earn, how posh you can talk. I just want to know that we're still buddies, muckas, best pals. I want you to know that whatever, whoever and wherever you and your cock goes we will still be friends, true friends, the best of friends, no matter what',
`Come here Gav', says Chas as he opens his arms,
Gav grins `come here you ginger haired cunt',
and they hug, a long, hard passionate bro hug. Chas and Gav sobbing into each others shoulders, both realising the enormity of this time, this moment.
They get themselves together and Chas beckons me in to the hug. Gav wraps his strong arm around my neck, Chas nips my arse, Gav shoves his hand down my pants, warming his hands on my arse cheeks, Chas and Gav kiss, I feel Gavs rump, his beautiful cheeks.
I'm game' says Chas, I'm game' says Gav, `Game on', I say.
Chas grabs hold of Gavins hand and pulls him towards the bedroom. Gave extends his arm to me and I run to catch him, gripping his hand tight. The electricity flowing through Chas to Gav who looked directly at me, grinned and nodded slightly as he felt the charge.
We separated, I shouted to Alexa to switch to night mode. The apartment lights dimmed, the lift doors bolted and the staircases locked.
We stripped each other, copping a feel as we did so, revelling in the sexiness of the stripping till we stood, naked.
`Fuck me Chas, look at you, where's that bulging wanking armed urchin gone? You're a fucking God',
Chas twirled and flexed, horned up and gorgeous. I'd noticed obv, but Gav has seen the transformation in one step, I'd seen it develop slowly over the three or four months.
`Fuck me Gav, look at you, how has that bulging beauty transformed into a sex God?',
`Fucking hard graft, overtime, early starts and shagging Shelle non stop'.
`Fair play' says Chas, who grabs Gav who grabs me and we drop onto the bed for a suck and fuck session. We fall asleep, having done each other in turn, scores equal, sore cocks and arses one and all.
It's about 7am, I'm laid back in bed, Gav is laid at my side. Chas has gone for a pee. Chas returns and sees us, looking at him.
`Come on Chas, give us a show' says Gav,
`You awake then?',
'fuck yeah, I'm up at six, or five if it's a job a long way off, no time for a wank or a shower, it's up and off in the van'
Chas flexes for us,
`You've evened out Chas, you're left side has put on pounds, you're no longer lop sided. You've toned up, you've got all those little muscles pumping',
`Yeah, I spend a lot of time pumping my little muscle, don't I Marky?',
He grabs his dick and gives it a pump,
`Yeah, his hands are never off it, they're down his trackies all day',
Chas turns, his arse pointing at us, bent over touching his toes, his palm on the floor, his stout, soccer thick, ankles and legs, his chunky, solid thighs melt into his robust arse cheeks, his globes solid, his crack a fiery valley and I can just see his tackle through the gap formed by the curvy W of his arse, two balls jangling.
As he stands slowly, his narrow waist rises, widening with two bands of muscles separated by his spine, lodged deep in a valley, as his back broadens out to his shoulders, no longer bony but now muscular, forming curves defining his silhouette, his arms, now a matching pair, not gym muscle popping but arms designed to haul water behind him and lift boxes of bananas, moved and gripped by his big hands and powerful wrists. His thick neck supporting his ginger haired head.
Gav gets up and joins in the show. In sync, copying the poses. Gavs body is chunkier, heavy set, his legs are not much to look at, his thighs are standard issue, his arse is muscular, it is his upper body that excites, he's a scaled up version,
`Fuck, look at you two, you're just stunning',
They leap on me and kiss and cuddle, we're all hard.
Gav says, `hey Mark, shall we do what you did last time, I've blown a load or three thinking back to watching Chas nail you whilst you took me down you're throat, my bird never does that!',
Oh yeah, like this' Chas said it's one of my favourites this is'.
Chas rolls me on my tummy, I grab a pillow and shove it under my belly lifting my groin,
`Come on Gav, get in position' says Chas, as Gav lies back on the bed and puts his legs on my shoulders as he shuffles down, his cock prodding my face, his balls on my lips.
I breath in deeply, his musk deep and sharp, cut through with a whiff of piss and cock cheese, and that light floral note.
`you smell great',
I say and I look up at him as I grip his cock and nuzzle under his balls, licking his perineum, his balls heavy on my nose. Gav swings his legs high and his hole comes into view and I plunge down, my nose full of his musk, my spit running down his crack as I attack him, his cock pulsing in my hand as I maintain the grip, rising up on one arm, as I tease him.
I wince as Chas pierces me, slowly opening me up, his thumper sheathed and lubed. Far less mess and washing sheets.
Chas builds up speed, his weight still on me, I love it, the weight and heft of him pressing on me, completely full, with the benefit today of blowing Gav, who's so responsive, he fucking loves it.
I leave eating out Gav's arse now and Gav lowers his legs slowly, his abs crunching beautifully as he does so, his arms behind his head, his thick black pits showing, his heavy chest laid out, his broad guns supporting his smiling face, his eyes dancing, expectantly.
I take his cock head, my lips pushing the foreskin down over his crown, getting it wet and slippery in my mouth. My arrowed tongue tickling his slit and his tiny rubber band then flattening to a broad platform to scrape his glans on as I take him deeper, pulling slowly back, attacking the precum oozing at his slit, then going deep again, feeling his cock pulse and twitch, snapped between my soft lips, feeling the heat from his engorged, fat manhood, eight inches of meat, sliding in and out.
I feel Chas raise up on his arms. His weight reduces on me and I try to focus on his long strokes hitting my button but that's secondary to what's happening to my senses, I'm taking Gav deep, he's tensing his abs as I rock up and down on his pole, my arms at either side of his thighs as I bob up and down on him, his smell invading my nose,
I hear an `oh fuck' from Gav, his body crunches as he rises off the bed, his abs like steel, as he's so close. Chas grunts and I know he's close. I'm caught in the middle now as Chas cock pulls out and he crawls up onto my ass to get to Gav, his heavy thighs on my ass cheeks, his thick, hard, hot cock smearing over me. Gav shoots as he too pulls out, Chas throws his arms around Gav as they kiss, as they pump their spunk out. Gav's cum splats over my face and Chas's in the safety of a condom.
They slobber away above me, i'm in the dark, nestled between two sweaty, sticky, cummy bodies, the smell is amazing, their sweat and musk mixing, so fucking hot.
They separate and laugh at me, coated in Gavs spunk. I lick off a blob on my upper lip and Chas attacks me, kissing it off my face and sharing it with me and Gav in slimy, cummy kisses. Gav sees me still hard and lifts my cock up and takes it in his hand and beats me off, gently, fascinated by my cock as he daringly sniffs it and cautiously sucks the tip,
`Watch out' I say and he understands why after a moment as my breathing changes. He pulls off and my spunk flies out, Gav feeling my cock, gripping lightly as my cock muscle pulses out my load. My abs soften as I relax.
Chas watches, a bit out out,
I'm going for a swim', leaping off the bed, come on Gav',
`I've no trunks',
`Here try these on',
says Chas getting his robe and mine for Gav and throwing Gav a pair of kingfisher blue speedos.
`Here stretch these out for me with your truncheon',
laughs Chas,
Oh yeah', says Chas, perfect', Gav looked amazing, his speedos filled obscenely.
`you coming Mark?',
`No, I'll let you boys play, I'll look at the early markets and get breakfast on'.
I tidied the bedroom, disposed of Chas's cummy condom, brushed the sheets with a towel, aired it and made breakfast.
Oh yes', shouts Gav, nothing like the smell of a full English' he said as he pulled in close, smelling of chlorine,
I grinned, 'yeah, you can't beat a full English lad', I said feeling back to his speedo's bulge.
`You two go get a shower, this is ready',
`Put it in the oven to keep warm and shower with us' says Gav.
The shower was running hot and the two of them were washing themselves, fuck they've both come on, Chas stockier, thick, more balanced now through swimming and running, Chas's arse a continuation of his thighs, just pure muscle. Gav top heavy for sure, but his powerful build suits him.
I open the shower door, all four spigots are spraying hot, their cocks swaying. The boys turn to wash me, groping in a fun soapy wrassle.
We dry, all hard ons and towels, checking cracks and looking at the towel for streaks, the boys walk through in Chas's trackies as I dish up breakfast, we sit looking at The Thames as we eat in silence, just the sound of knives on plates and chewing and slurping of hot tea.
Sunday we repeat the sex and swim early morning routine. We take the Thames Clipper to Battersea Power Station for a look around the place and have lunch. Then back to the apartment.
`How about one last fuck lads? Says Gav. I can kip it off on the train'.
There's no finesse, we strip in the lounge, And I'm sucking off Chas whilst Gav is up my arse giving it some welly. They both pull out and spray over my face, me wide mouthed trying to catch the spurts.
`No time for a shower, I'd best be off. Sunday tea at Shelles mum and dads',
One last snog, his hand on the back of Chas's neck, feeling his nape with his fingers, Chas's hands on his arse, feeling his globes.
I get a big hug and my cock felt as he calls the lift and is gone.
Chas watches him leave from the large windows, and him run to Charing Cross for the train to Ramsgate and slumps down on the sofa next to me. Shagged out.
I leave him sleeping and cook a simple meal of pasta and ragu, lots of grated pecorino cheese, and as a treat I do garlic bread.
No wine tonight, just an early night, my brain filled with images of Gav's body, his gorgeous cum face, his dick spurting out thick ropes of cum in slo mo.
I sleep eventually, on my side, my hand gripping my cock and sucking my thumb. Cocooned.
TBC