My Fair Lad - Part
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.
It's Chas telling the story now. The aftermath of the crash.
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Aftermath
`Are you OK Chas?' Asks Gerry,
I'm in the offices, there's just me and Gerry now, the only victors in the crash. The syndicate has collapsed, it couldn't stand losses so great.
Mark has been detained by the authorities for questioning and will be released into the safe custody of his parents.
Gerry helped bandage my bleeding hand, with one of his handkerchiefs, The fancy G picked out in mauve to match his tie,
£5 million smackers. Impressive, very impressive indeed, but er
he looked around him, to check we were alone.
`But er not as impressive as your beautiful thick cock amidst your fiery ginger pubes'
`So you did see the fucking photograph',
He nodded,
`And my pubes, by the way, they're Auburn',
`Whatever' he said
`Here's my card, keep in touch, we could be very good together, purely business you understand?'
I nodded.
He smiled.
'Call me when you're settled, I mean it Chas'.
I walked back to the apartment, relishing the time I had left in London.
I texted Gav. `All gone tits up, can I stay at yours?',
I got a text back with just a heart. My cock leapt when I saw it.
The apartment reeked of vomit. The quintessential smell of failure on many levels.
I got my hold-all; the 4 tracksuits and trainers packed, my underwear and kingfisher blue speedos packed, my black onyx ring and cufflinks in their box from Mark, the diamond tie-pin safely in its green leather Garrards box, my wash bag and phone charger packed. I zipped up the bag.
I looked at the suits, the shirts, the shoes, all the trappings of London. To be honest I didn't feel a thing as I slid the wardrobe door closed.
I shouted `Alexa, fuck off',
and left the apartment, handing my keycard to James on the way out.
I walked to Charing Cross, the river a dark grey, like the thunderous sky. I nodded to God as I passed Southwark Cathedral and shivered as I crossed the river on the Wobbly Bridge, busy with tourists. I stopped and took a selfie of me and the Tate Gallery behind me, then one of me and St Paul's Cathedral behind me. I sent one to Gav.
`Nice, how long you gonna be?',
`Dunno' I texted back,
`Take one of you flashing, to keep me hard till you get here',
I texted a thumbs up.
I got the phone ready and after 1,2,3 I yanked my trackies down, commando of course, and took the pic, my dick swinging, my fiery pubes and my hoodie pulled up, my tight rack on show.
I pulled up quickly and strode off, the lad stride, long, purposeful to the station and to Gav.
I get to Ramsgate and walk from station to Reg's.I knock on Reg's door. I wait and then knock again. The lad opens it, his shaft visible and hard Through the thin tracksuit. His shirtless upper body skinny but developing, more on one arm, his ribs visible.
`Reg it's Chas', shouts the lad who sticks his hands down his trackies, holding his tackle and saunters off,
Reg comes to the door, buckling his trousers up, his shirt buttoned oddly and sweating.
`Hi Chas, sorry about that I was er busy',
I laugh, `nothing fucking changes!',
We laugh together.
`So I hear you're all done in London then?',
`Yeah just got back now, I'm on my way to see Gav',
`When you gonna shift all those heavy rods of gawd knows what in my warehouse',
`As soon as the one next door completes, give it two weeks, I am paying you to store them!',
`Yeah and I'll miss it, easy money, I only need the space at Christmas really. Do you er fancy one for old times sake Chas, a threesome with the lad?',
`Fuck off Uncle Reg',
`Right answer' says Reg, gripping his cock.
I turn to go, I see the lad, naked like a nymph darting across the hallway to change TV channels.
Come on Reg' shouts the lad, it's Doctor Who in five minutes',
`I can see you're busy', I say and walk to Gavs parents.
Gav opens the door, pulls me in close and jams his hands down my trackies feeling around.
`Nice to see you too' I say, our usual greeting.
His mum and dad are in the front, I put my head around the door.
`Nice to see you, thanks for letting me stay' I say, they nod, I'm interrupting some TV drama.
`I'll make a brew' says Gav.
I lean on the kitchen worktop watching Gav flex and move deftly as he gets the beakers out and the tea bags from the cupboard, his T riding up, his v line on show, my cock leaps.
`Leave ya bag here, come on upstairs'.
We walk up the stairs, careful not to spill, it's a semi, never been modernised but it's very clean, his mums always been very houseproud.
Gav's room is as it always was except for the three quarter bed. Plastic school hockey trophies sat on a shelf, a dusty red lego supercar. Blu tack blobs from long gone posters of busty singers and www wrestlers on the walls.
I sit down on the bed, `I'll bet this has seen some action',
He looks quizzical, `oh yeah Shelle',
`Wanna tell me what happened?',
Not much to tell really, she just sussed me out, she said I fancy blokes more than her. It was your bloke Mark, we got into a stupid text me' photo thing one afternoon whilst at work, Mark texted me, something like send us a pic', with one of his bulge in his PJ's, I was wiring in office lighting, on my own on a floor. I flexed and sent him a selfie, anyway I was bored and Marks a sexy guy and we egged each other on till I'd got a stiffie and sent him a selfie with my pants down and my top up, you know the rack and pinion' shot',
`Anyway I forgot about them and Shelle found them on my phone and confronted me. What could I say?'
`I couldn't say I was drunk, it was in the afternoon and I was clearly at work. I couldn't say it was just a laugh with the lads, he's a posh banker, and older, as far from a lad as you can get',
`He had clearly got me hard, so in the end I had to admit that I do get turned on by blokes. It was a relief actually in a weird sort of way. In the end after much soul searching and tears she said she needed 100% of a man or none'.
`I had to agree with her, there was nothing wrong with the sex, I could and did fuck her all night, her body is fantastic, all the curves in all the right places, her fanny felt great, tingling, tight, her boobs, wow get those wrapped around your shaft, man it was unbelievable',
We sat in silence, I let it sink in.
`Wow, I'm fucking speechless Gav, and with Mark, fuck me, that's close to home',
He sat down beside me, the bed creaked, I grinned, Gav lifted his arse off the bed and made it a squeak again, Gav grinning at me. I copied and we rose and fell, the bed playing a squeaky tune.
We paused, staring at each other,
`Don't be pissed about Mark. You know it's you I fucking well love dontcha?', said Gav.
I guess', I said, sure, but not sure, why Mark?'
`It just happened. It should've been you, your pics, your cock' Gav said.
A long pause.
Gav says `er this is the part where you say something',
`Life's not a fairy tale Gav', I say,
Gav looked worried, anxious, his eyes watering, tears forming,
You've got to tell me' he blubbered, I need to know',
'I'm surprised you have to hear it from me, don't you know already?',
`Can a man dream?', he said.
I looked him in the eyes, as he composed himself for my answer.
`I love you Gavin Watson, I always have. I always will, to the ends of time, never failing, never wavering, a love so deep, so natural, like breathing in and out, steadfast. True'.
He relaxed visibly and smiled, a smile I'll remember, burnt into my retina.
It didn't need more words. I grabbed him and we fell onto the bed. We wrassled like we always have done and pulled off our tops. We paused, staring at our chests heaving, our tight abs crunching, our lats like fingers, gripping our ribs, our guns, flexing.
We both wanted to see more, we involuntarily pulled down our trackies and stripped. Gav stood, I sat, he twirled, I gasped,
`Your turn',
he said as he sat down on the bed, I twirled for him, throwing in some flexes.
Gav stood, I stood close. Very close. Face to face, arms by our sides, feeling our breaths on our faces.
We kissed, deeply, I felt his cock on my thigh, knocking on my door, telling me he's ready.
`What about Mark?',
`Mark? I guess I loved him, in a way, but not as equals, he only loved me if he was on top, winning.
`I was his bet, he and Gerry bet ten grand that he'd make a gent out of me, and I had to trade in the bear pit, that's how much I meant to him',
`No way. Fucking hell, the bastard, I'll kill him',
Gav was angry, raging.
No use, I said, I already have, he's dead to me',
`He was dead long before the crash, he was on some weird self destructive spiral, as I succeeded, he withered. He lost it, totally and it cost him everything'.
`Where is he now?',
`He went to live back with his folks to start again, so Gerry said. Fucking Gerry, the affable snake',
There was a knock at the door, `you two decent?'
We pulled up the duvet,
`Yes Mam' shouts Gav,
`I've brought you both supper on a tray, I'll leave them outside',
`Thanks Mam' we both shouted,
`What?' I said looking at Gav who's shocked,
`You called her mam?',
`Well she's the nearest thing I've got to one, ever had to one, she's a diamond', He kissed my cheek.
We heard the kitchen door close loudly, our signal from her that the coast is clear.
Gav bounded out of bed, he's such a fucking God, I was hard instantly, he brought in my tray,
`You wanna take it, I don't want to snap that off' he said looking at the bulge.
We ate, warm and snug, shoulders touching, thighs touching.
`Come on you, I fancy the pub, let's get a few down us', says Gav.
I watched him dress. Trackie fleeces are easy, feet pushed into trainers. Ready. His bulge obscene.
I laugh at his bulge,
what?' He says, this is fucking Rammo not London, it'll go down, you watch',
I dressed, leaving my skiddy boxers on the floor. Commando in a fleece tracksuit, I'd forgotten that feeling. We walked to the pub, my pole softening to an nice downward arc pushing the fabric out a little, my skin covered rim just visible. Gav the same.
We sank a few pints and played pool. The booze and all that bending and stretching making me horny. I needed a whizz, I nodded to Gav who followed, we dropped our tracky bottoms over our bums and let it flow, I looked across, his meat hanging over his hand as he gripped his balls, I grinned, we shook and almost ran out of the pub back to Gavs.
He pulled me into a bin store by the flats,
`I remember coming here with you',
`Yeah, me too, how old were we, 9 or 10',
`Yeah you showed me your dicky, all hard, I was mesmerised' I said,
`Yeah, then you sucked me off, oh man that feeling!',
`Only because Sam Holt did it on me',
`Oh yeah, I forgot about him' says Gav,
We make out, in the dark of the shed, the light weird through the ventilation of the offset bricks, built like a chequerboard.
I knelt, `shall we recreate that moment?',
He nods, I take the elastic and pull it down his thighs, trapping him, waiting, watching, expectant for the pole to be free, free for me. I held it trapped, I could see it pulsing, pushing the waistband up,
Gav looked at me, `fucking get on with it, else I'll fucking shoot right now',
I made him wait for it, I got in close and felt his ass cheeks, so warm, so alive, I delved a bit and pulled them apart, he jolted as the cool air hit his pucker, he started humping the fleece, rocking.
I yanked the fleece down and his dick, swollen and purple headed sprang up, his hand went to it to grip it. I pushed it out of the way and took him, wide mouthed, summoning my saliva as I felt his tip hit the roof of my mouth, my lips snapped tight around as I sucked and my tongue lapped his rim.
The sweet salty precum coated my tastebuds with its silken juice, pumping out as Gav groaned and caressed my hair, my fiery auburn locks, lit by the yellow sodium lighting, I saw my shadow sprawled out on the concrete, his cock and balls disappearing into my face, his musk replacing the fetid smell of council waste bins.
He rocked his cheeks, slowly, minutely, not wanting to make me gag and break the spell, his fingers clenched my scalp as he leant forward, some of his weight on me, his legs spread wider, I grabbed his nuts, hard, he moaned, I felt the balls in the jelly, his sack hairy, prickly, manly, sexy.
My palm separated his cheeks. I felt the crack hairs part and snap as I pressed my index finger into his soft pucker, yielding to my touch, his rocking now deeper, now faster, his hands on my scalp tighter, pushing me down, he's moaning now, my arrowed tongue battering his frenulum, his precum fair gushing out. I see him rock his head back, a click in his throat, his hands relaxing as he tenses his abs, I push my finger as deep as it will go and he clenches his ass muscles around it and releases his goo.
The first pulse hits the back of my throat and fills my mouth cavity completely, I try to swallow before the next stream squirts out and fail, I'm caught by the next pulse blasting to the back of my throat. It's running down my chin now.
Gav pulls out and his third to tenth squirts are over my face until I catch the mobile cannon again and suck it hard, gulping his seed down directly from the tap. His legs are going, he rests his weight on my head. He's done. He starts laughing, giddy,
`What the fuck Chas, my bird deffo didn't do that!',
His cock, thick, engorged still, slimy and shiny in the harsh yellow light dripped onto the concrete, a small pool formed from individual splats of his cum and my saliva.
His shadow sprawled obscenely across the shed floor, I watched as the silhouette bent to pull up his trackies and his cock flip in.
We left the shed, He gripped me around the waist and lifted me up laughing, twirling me around.
`I fucking love you Charles David Mason',
A woman walking her Jack Russell looked, the dog sniffed the air from the shed, scratching and pulling to go in, as she yanked him back. The dog looked at us knowingly. We ran around the back and did a mammoth piss, the pints working through, steam rising, lads smiling.
We walked back, `night boys' his dad shouted as I shared Gavs toothbrush, him brushing my teeth, my head back, mouth wide open as he peered in brushing around, looking for errant cum. One last leak and then bed.
Giggling as the bed creaked. Gav fell asleep on his side, I lay on my back, looking at the shadows from his model spitfire in a power dive swooping across the sky, hanging on cotton thread drawing pinned to the ceiling.
My Gav snoring at my side.
Morning awakes me, well actually Gavs teeth on my cock wake me with a start.
`Smommy' he says, my cock filling his mouth, his hands caressing my ballsack, juggling them up and down, my sack tightens,
`Watch out' I say.
He nods and grunts as I push my arse off the bed and unload, he pulls off red faced, gagged, his eyes watering and he quickly helps me out, pushing my foreskin over the glans and back rapidly as I shoot high into the air, the blasts in sight of the pilot in the spitfire, like flak. Splat they fall on me as Gav sucks them up as they fall, tracing each rope from its source to its destination, straddling me, his hard boner bouncing on me, his hairy nuts grazing, tickling me as he cleans me up.
I turn over, grab my pillow and push it under my groin, raising me up. Gav grins, his eyes sparkling, the redness and tears long distant memories as his lust takes over.
His well aimed spit lands on my pucker, `bulls eye, chocks away' shouts the spitfire pilot, as Gav lines up and pushes in. I bite my finger to dampen the sharp pain of his 8 X 2, he doesn't wait, he ploughs deep, his blokes pubes, a black, tangly, wispy, prickly mess press on me as he bottoms out.
Now he waits, he falls forwards, bending his arms to take most of the weight and he kisses my shoulders, moving over my body to each shoulder and my nape, kissing those three little bones, I feel his abs tighten and crunching on my arse cheeks as he moves from side to side, kissing my flesh, already burning hot from the onslaught.
He rocks his hips, his cock moves in my chute, he gets down to it, regular methodical strokes to get him off.
`Oh fuck here it comes' he moans,
`Pull out' I whisper loudly and push him off me,
I scrabble and turn quickly and open my mouth for him to squirt into, he selfishly wanks off into his hand,
`Sorry, it was too late',
His cock head rested on the edge of his cupped hand and squirted out his seed, white, thick and watery at the edges, he's done.
He puts his cupped hand to my lips, I smell the mushroom slick of life and lap it up,
You dirty get' he whispers that's so fucking sexy',
I lap up more and show him my white tongue and we kiss, his tongue, thick, so thick, pressed into my mouth, as I snort in breath through my nose. He sucks the saliva and cum out of my mouth and the breath from my lungs and swallows.
`I fucking love you Charles David Mason',
His Pa got up and went to the bathroom, we heard his explosion and pee then him coughing. His ma was next, we lay trying not to listen.
`Fuck, I gotta get outta this place, we've gotta get out, I've loads saved, for me and Shelle, for a house you know, oh fuck',
He crumpled and wept on my shoulder. Blubbering,
`a wedding, a house, kids, all fucking mapped out and then boom, gone, we'd have been happy',
My stomach churned for him, my heart yearned for him, my arms caressed him, my tears ran down him.
We both sobbed, our soft naked bodies muffling the sounds of crying, of release, of loss and grief.
`Everything all right boys?' Says His Ma,
`Thanks, yes Mrs Watson, we'll get up now', I say, Gav is still sobbing',
`Well the bathrooms free',
`Thanks Mrs Watson',
Gav looks up at me, his eyes wet and sad, I get Gav a handful of tissues from his `cleanup' box by his bed,
He smiles at me through the tears and snot, we blow together and laugh ourselves out of the sadness, the hollow emptiness.
`Fuck having a shower, I've a lot to do, er we've a lot to do, come on shift yer arse Chas'. Says Gav.
I Look puzzled,
`Yeah we've got to have a good chat, sort stuff out, find somewhere to live, you know me and you, and quickly, I lost you once to that twat Mark, I'm not losing you again'.
We left the house, straight to Jackie's Cafe for a Sunday morning brunch as she calls it now.
`Heck you've gone upmarket in here',
`Oh Chas good to see you and Gav. He's been so sad since you left',
`Jackie, give a lad a break will ya' I said.
`Just cos I pot washed for you don't make you my Ma', I said laughing as we hugged.
`I might well have been, I saw you eating scraps off the plates, famished you were, always hungry.'
Yeah, I remember you used to say I'll never sell all this porridge now, you'd better have it, save throwing it away' it took me ages to realise you never had it on the menu!'
`Yeah, and I'd always cook a breakfast too many and say who's is this? Oh well you'd better have it. You were sweet 16, you were gorgeous, you did wonders for trade and you never knew. You could see everything you had in those trackies you wore, what were they aged 12?, looks like you've grown a lot since then?',
her eyes flashed to my cock, prominent in my trackies, not held back by stretch boxers but free to roam, my snout sniffing about.
`Jackie' I protested. I ordered and took the teas back.
`Look Gav, I complete on the warehouse this week, it's got a loads of rooms and a security guards flat at the back, not much but we could bunk up there, for now',
`Great idea, you got wheels?', says Gav,
I shake a no,
`Well that's easy we can buy something, nothing flash, the insurance will be a fortune though',
`Yeah but we'll need wheels',
`Yeah',
`Yeah'
We sat their just staring at each other, reinventing ourselves, getting used to the new reality.
Jackie came with the breakfasts. I said in my London voice `Thankyou Jackie, they look excellent, could we have two more mugs of tea please and er... sauce, yes red please'
`What was that, where did you learn that lingo?'
`Up town' says Gav, Chas is a real hotshot up town',
I kicked Gav, he clammed up,
Jackie got the teas, still Looking at me like I was a class traitor.
We ate up, I looked on my phone for a place to stay on my phone, Jackie took the plates, glancing at my phone.
`Where you staying Chas? I've heard Reg is full',
She winked,
`Well I'm sofa surfing at the moment but need somewhere fast',
`You know Mrs Davies, her daughter Lesley cleans holiday lets, there's some nice ones on Thanet Road, near the sea, a Chinese, an Aldi, and the Monty Arms, what more could two fit lads want?',
She took a card pinned to a board by the till, see here's her number call her now',
`Hullo, is that Seaside cottages, I'm working in Ramsgate and need a place to stay for a couple of weeks, have you anything at the moment? Oh on Thanet Road. Sounds good, oh yes todays fine, in an hours even better, meet you there in an hour thanks',
`See the posh voice comes in handy',
We drink up and I pay, outside Gav says,
`Oi you, we need a fucking kitty, keep it all square, I'm no kept man, someones bum boy',
`Shame cos it's a gorgeous bum', I copped a quick feel,
`Gerroff' he exclaimed,
`Yes you're right, look I've a ton in my wallet, you put a ton in and we'll see how far it goes, just for daily exes. I'll sort the flat, I need somewhere to stay don't I, I think your mam thought we were 14 again, up to no good, experimenting',
`She's usually right, I'm not experimenting, this is the real thing'. Gav grabbed my arm.
`It's a left here' I say, striding out, breaking his hold,
We met the lady who showed us around. It's a nice place, on the first floor, two bedrooms, a lounge, kitchen, nice bathroom, a big shower where the bath used to be. Lots of smelly flowers in little bowls everywhere and cushions, lots of them.
`Perfect, I'll take it',
'If you transfer the money now I can just leave you the keys'.
I pinged the £844 over to her, she checked her phone and passed me the keys.
`I'll turn on the central heating then, get it nice and cosy for you two',
Gav blushed and shuffled nervously, `oh it's OK, we get lots down from London, no one bats an eyelid. I'm told the The Monty Arms is the place to go lads',
`Drop the keys back in two weeks, or extend if you need to, it's quiet in winter, the WiFi password is in the welcome pack, bins out Thursday',
She left and we roared, dancing up and down together.
`fucking hell Gav our first place together',
Big Gav picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, all made up, loads of those fucking useless cushions, he banged my ankle on the door frame,
`Sorry' he said, as he dumped me on the bed.
The heating coming on, airing the place.
The good thing about trackies is the speed of exit, squeeze off your trainers, one pull over your head and one pull down and you're naked and shivering in an icy bed, cuddling, getting hot.
TBC