My Fair Lad - Part 14
Chas is in Ramsgate plotting his future. Mark a distant nightmare.
He's setting up home with Gav, trying to forge a new life for himself and the lad he loves.
The Games night and the `works do' were equally revealing.
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Celia's Surprise,
Alan, my bookkeeper, had prepared the six monthly statements for me, based on the bank and my trading statements. Alan was diligent in claiming all of the running expenses for the warehouse as Gerry had agreed and he included depreciation charges on the fixtures and fittings and plant, taken from the actual costs of purchase installation which were conveniently laid out in the building costs for the unit boosting the amount the partnership paid me back for storing the metals, making the flat almost nothing to run. Happy days.
I emailed these to Gerry a few days before the meeting to give his bookkeeper time to add the figures for a joint statement.
I got a call from Francois that our suits were ready for collection. We'd spent a couple of Saturdays in town for fittings, getting the train back loaded with shopping. Our possessions growing now as we become established together and in the community.
George is loving it at Vera and Paul's and works at Sheila's cafe now. The education office came to see Vera and Paul, finally tracking George down and mandating that he attend school. Paul put a case that they'd have an expensive runaway to deal with, and that the lad has a job and is unofficially an apprentice at a cafe, as prep for his food hygiene certification.
Vera was surprised that the education officer was happy to leave it as it was. They callled in to Sheila's to check it out and offered a day release at college for George to get more food prep skills next September when he'd be 17 going into 18 during that year.
We called in for tea at Gav's. George looked so happy. George took hold of Gav to show him his room,
`My first proper room', he said proudly.
`Oh it's great' says Gav, spying the aircraft still hanging on cotton thread and giving the propeller a spin, remembering him and Dad putting it together. George's posters now adorned the walls and his bed had a WFF duvet cover with two muscled blokes wrestling.
Gav cane fown from upstairs returned, George almost glued to his side. We had a real chat, Paul laughing with Gav, George snuck between them, wriggling, making room in the middle,
`Oofhh', exclaimed Gav, as he was elbowed out,
`you're getting to be a big lad, tall too, all those cafe meals and Ma's cooking',
Paul says, `you're never too old for a cuddle are you son?' as both Gav and George piled on Paul, as he tickled and hugged them both.
`I've never seen Paul so happy, nor your Gav, look at them, they're like three big kids'. Vera said,
`Yes Vera, it's great to see George coming on so well after..'
She cut me off,
`Well Chas every cloud has a silver lining, hey?',
How Reg treated George was still raw for me and for Vera and Sheila. I'd glossed it over by banishing him to Dover.
I'd still hear Reg shouting to `urry up' to some unfortunate lad, loading his van early on a Saturday morning, and roll over, bathed in the warmth of Gav. So glad to be away from that life, and thankful too for what Mark saw in me.
The lorry drivers came straight from the docks to unload, I tried managing these, as I'm on site,
`What you're delayed, in customs , what 2 or 3 hours?, OK, call and I'll open up',
I try to get back to it but i've lost out on trades hanging around for deliveries.
My time is better spent trading rather than checking off steel rods and waiting for late drivers, hearing them moan about customs, heavu seas and heavy traffic through Rammo.
Reg employs a guy, Ted, he's about 40, I'd see him driving a forklift about and wave to him. I remember him from years working for Reg, I'd see him scurry back to his office, blinds down, whenever he could.
Ted called in, he wanted to see what we'd done with the place, telling me that he met Reg through the ready meal factory he managed next door, which is our unit. When they went bust Reg bought it from the receivers for next to nothing and he sold the food prep, ovens and packing plant and almost got his money back.
Reg then employed him to manage them both and over time the second warehouse wasn't needed and so he just does the one now, but there's not enough to do, he doesn't say anything as Reg pays him the minimum wage, and he's glad of the job.
He doesn't say to me but I know he sleeps in the offices at the back of the unit. I've seen the light on and a TV flickering when I've been doing a security check when I've heard something.
I asked Ted to take a delivery in as a favour, and as a test.
Shure, the frogs aren't due from Paris until mid afternoon, takes em a while to get through customs these days, so yeah what's due?',
I show him the carnet,
`What, only three items?',
`Yeah but look at the quantities, you'll need to count them in and...'
He was looking at me like `really?',
`Oh yes, sorry Ted, telling you your job',
He did it well of course, all ticked off and even got a drivers signature.
I called Reg, asking if Ted could manage my deliveries,
`Sure, I'll tell him to, keep the lazy bastard off his cock for an hour or so, let it recover from all that wanking he does, morning, noon and fucking night, I'll even not charge you, how's that, for a deal, your Uncle Reg coming up trumps again son',
`Thanks Reg', I say, my skin crawling.
Gav has booked the Friday off work for our London trip to see Gerry and Celia. The suits are hanging up, in polythene, the shirt crisply ironed, ties rolled and on the dresser. My jewellery boxes in the top drawer.
I look over at Gav, his breath hot on my shoulder he's spark out, not like he was two hours ago when he woke horny and elated at having a lie in. I clenched my cheeks and pulsed my arse muscles, I'm still sore, and wet, I feel his cum at my gate.
What a beautiful start to the day, a damned good pounding and then resting after Gav brings me off gulping down my load after slowly and delicately pumping it out of me.
He stirs, his eyes open, his chin bristly, sexy, his shoulders so curvaceous and broad, peeking out of the duvet. My eyebrows raise as he places his hands on my package, squishing my meat and two veg around,
`No, you, let's have soak and a shower and we can shave and pamper, have lunch, dress and get the 12:08 to St P's',
`Yeah, you run the bath, use them sandalwood crystals, I want to smell like a bloke, not a vase of flowers',
`I've thrown those out, they were just too much',
I saw his eyes on me, surveying my alabaster skin, my freckled arms, and face, my fiery red, lightly manscaped pubes, my cock, chubby and interested, still not fully collapsed after its earlier playtime with Gav taking me to the limit time after time until he released me.
He saw I'd caught him looking, leering,
`You're a sexy fucker Charles David Mason',
I walked over, the bath filling and now fully erect, I held out my hand as my rough, ready, hunk of a guy threw the covers back revealing his body, I gasped, he grinned, our poles like construction cranes swaying above a lake as we sank into the hot water, layed back and let it work on tired shoulders, glutes, holes and cocks. The woody smell, just right.
We dried off and shaved, stood naked, close, sharing the basin as we sliced through our stubble. Aqcua di Parma for him, stinging his face, the woody fragrance so Gav, so him, like his soul is distilled into a bottle.
He bought me Eau De Sauvage for my birthday, lighter, higher on the nose, more floral, but not flowery.
I made a steak sandwich; Tom & Jerry cheese on top of pan fried steak slices, mushrooms cooked in the butter glaze and steak juices, in crunchy baguettes, oven baked from the fridge. Good coffee from our machine which breaks the silence of the kitchen, grinding and whirring, Gav close behind me, pulling at the strings of my apron, who wants stinging fat splattered nuts. Not sexy, but safe!
We eat and it's time for teeth and a final face wash, a touch of moisturiser for me and into sexy underwear.
`Fuck, these nestle your nuts' says Gav,
`And what's this hole for, oh I get it, sexy, I'll be hard all day',
I dress him, black socks first, him giggling as he's got ticklish feet.
`Remember the order, you're doing me next', he nods.
`Now the shirt', he looked so hot, his white shirt against his rough, muscular, working blokes, body, his cock, hanging in a curve caused by his ballsack, his snout curled up at the tip, looking at me. I button him up, stood close, the smell of perfume and him,
I find a pair of gold cufflinks, plain gold with a machined finish, not gaudy just classy.
Ooh they're nice' he says you got all the gear posh banker boy',
`Now the pants'. He stepped into the AC undies and I pulled them up, over his bull balls and pulling the waistband wide, over his 8X2 now nestled snugly.
`Trousers you can do yourself.'
`Now your tie',
I stood behind him, looking at his reflection, of how he sees himself, I tied the Windsor knot with the beautiful silk tie, its first outing, crisp, and so flexible. I picked up the green leather box with the tie-pin, opened it and read the gold lettering on the white silk lining, Garrards, and rubbed my finger on the embossed royal warrant, proudly displayed. I pinned it through his tie, forming a gentle curve from the knot and through his shirt.
`Fuck Chas, are you sure?',
`I've been sure since the day we met as kids, since cubs, all through school and scouts, since the day I sat on your bed and you said you loved me',
He turned to me and he kissed my cheek. He put his jacket on and looked in the mirror. He mimed a gun draw from his pocket, legs parted, turning as he drew his fingers, then blowing on the imaginary gun. I almost fainted at his powerful, masculine beauty.
The tie-pin caught the light as he turned. The thistle head design cut into the stones is not the best at casting its light, but is beautifully understated, like my Gav.
He dressed me, repeating the steps, my impatience showing a little with his fumbling hands on my shirt buttons, his cupping my jewels in our matching underpants, him fitting my cuff links, black onyx and diamonds,
He looked, `they're his, take them off now, I only want you, not that cunt Mark',
I was shocked, his word so sharp, so final. It was true, he was a cunt. I had the fabric woven cuff studs that came with the shirt. I pushed those through and put on my trousers.
Let me buy you some in town, something appropriate', he said, it'll give me something to do to take my mind off meeting dear boy' Gerry and er off to the Opera' Celia'.
he kissed my forehead. We packed our bag and left.
The club was just behind Fenchurch Street Station, 42 Crutched Friars. That made Gav laugh.
`Fucking Posh Gerry, he's an odd ball, one legged monk street!',
Gerry met us outside the City University Club, all ex oxbridge bankers, he shook Gavs hand warmly and I gave Gav a quick peck goodbye, his sole mission now to buy me cuff-links.
We entered and Gerry signed me in.
`You should consider joining dear boy, but ah, you didn't graduate did you, pity, even with my recommendation I'm not sure you'd be worthy of admission'.
The concierge showed us to the meeting room. The patina of aged wealth and privilege oozed out of every dark mahogany surface.
Gerry ordered a `tray', which consisted of silver tea, hot water and coffee pots, scones, jam and clotted cream, which arrived on a silver salver, carried by a young fresh faced guy dressed like a penguin in tails, how else would it arrive here?
Gerry tipped him a sly £10 note, the young man did a half bow, turned and left.
`Now to business, I must say I am impressed by the exacting work your bookkeeper has done, it ruffled the feathers of my old retainer I can tell you, much muttering I'll say. He was particularly exercised about the expenses for the management of the physical stock. But it's a mere trifle', Gerry said firing the salvo.
I poured over the statement,
`It seems your entertainment spend is almost as much Gerry?',
`Yes one has to oil the wheels as it were, mostly an awful bore, but it has to be done, many a good deal done over a meal at The Ivy'.
We discussed the figures, we'd contributed roughly equally to the surplus, of £797,800',
Gerry suggested we took a dividend of £400k each.
I agreed. We chatted about this and that, the state of the market in general as we ate the scones and supped the tea.
No, no dear boy, it's jam first and then the cream! Didn't they teach you anything?' Then answering his own question it would appear not', 'So Gerry, what's the plan for later?'
`I thought we'd wrap it up here and avail ourselves of the benefits of my club',
`Oh I thought this was your club?',
`It is one of my clubs, I'm rather fond of this place, I was introduced by a dear friend, now sadly not with us, we both came down from Oxford, his Pappa got him in and he me, the 1980's were so cruel',
He brightened,
`but I was then invited to join our next haunt. It's thrilling, absolutely thrilling, I think you'll both enjoy it, we'll all enjoy it', In fact we are staying the night their too. I booked suites, the food is delicious and the entertainments are marvellous'.
I got a text, and discreetly looked at the message, it was from Gav. Got them, hope you like em, shall I meet you at old crutches?'
I looked across at Gerry, engrossed on his phone.
Gerry looked up,
`how very rude of me, these devices are so useful but do break many codes of etiquette. That was from C er Celia, who's on the way here',
`Yes mine was from Gavin, I'll just answer him',
`Yes please do young man',
`Yes, in the bar', I texted,
`Great, cld do with a beer X',
Gerry rose from his seat,
`Shall we?'
We walked into the bar and sat in deeply padded leather highbacked chairs, the flunky came across,
`I'll take a beer please, lager, and for you Gerry, my shout' I said.
Gerry, says to the waiter `that's one lager, no make that two please, on my account', he continued in a hushed voice,
`Guests are forbidden to order, that's why they are called guests', rolling his eyes.
Better for me and Gav'. I said, at these prices',
`Oh don't worry it shall appear on my expenses, I'm just wondering if I should add a disbursment for my shoe leather in walking here',
He grinned like a Cheshire cat at his jibe, relating to Alans minute details of my charges for the flat and the depreciation of assets.
`Your guests Sir', said the old retainer,
We stood. A bear of a bloke stood before me, ac ginger like me, but he overshadowed me in every respect, it looks as if there's not an ounce of fat on him. Athletic, tall, lean, massive, vigorous. Gav looked at me, puzzled.
`Let me introduce you' says Gerry,
`This is my partner Colin, otherwise known as the mysterious Celia,'
Aye, it's Colin alright, no sex change shenanigans here, and Ill prove it, later, maybe, hopefully?',
He grabbed my hand firmly and shook saying;
`Who's this strapping wee laddie, looks like you're a Celt too',
`Ah this is my business partner Charles', says Gerry,
`Chas please',
`Good to meet you Chas', Colin said, beaming at me, his beard, short and thick, a gorgeous colour, so masculine, so him.
`And who's this looker, my you'll turn many hearts ablaze for sure', quickly flashing his eyes across at me.
`Colin, this is Gavin, Charles's partner', says Gerry,
Gav please, or Gavvo, or Gavin, or oi you',
Colin roared with laughter at Gav's joke as they shook hands vigorously, a hint of strength testing, the natural alpha competitiveness showing.
We sat and I saw Gerry do a silent `two more' gesture to the waiter who came back with four bottles of lager,
Colin says, `achh man we'll need another four in less than a minute', his thick Scottish brogue perfectly at home on him and here.
Colin ate up all of the chair. He was in tweeds, they looked older than him, somehow, his waistcoat buttoned high, his white shirt folded up at the arms revealing his brawny arms, freckled, sun tanned. A navy silk cravat tucked in around his shirt collar and a matching hankie in the breast pocket of his tweed jacket thrown on the chair.
He sat, his legs splayed, his tweed trousers tight on his thighs, his package less of an outline, more like a huge convex bulge around his groin.
His green eyes sparkled as Gerry outlined the events to come.
Colin leaned over, my that's a bonny tie-pin, ah they're thistles, carved in somehow',
`Here have a butchers' says Gav standing up, Colin stood, maybe 4 inches above Gav's broad frame, Colin picked it up but of course it was pinned.
`My they look like jewels, real jewels and the workmanship is superb' said Colin, leaning over, inches from Gav's chest and the tie pin,
I've not seen anything like it' he paused, ah but I have, I believe King George V had something similar, it's in the royals personal collection, not often seen, that one has three carved diamonds, one a rare citrine colour and the other a blue diamond, even rarer, and one clear, may I ask what these beauties are?',
I'm about to say when Gav pipes up,
`The diamond says I love you always, the citrine is to bring abundance and success and the ruby is for passion, and vitality, it was a gift from Chas',
Gav reached across and held my hand. I felt so proud of him.
Colin said `Och my, that's beautiful, I've gone, come here you two for a hug, you too Jezza',
We stood and hugged as the waiter cleared the small table of bottles and glasses and brought four more.
We sat and Colin gave a toast, `May we all take those words to heart and celebrate our love, our abundance, success, passion and er vitality',
We clinked glasses and supped in one. Well Col, Gavvo and I did, Jezza took two or three gulps.
`I'll just visit the little boys room' says Col,
`Me too' pipes up Gavin,
`I might try, as well'
`Follow me, ladies' says Col,
As Gerry signs the bill, on expenses of course.
We stand Col, Gav, me. There's a tension in the air. Col unbuttons his tweeds and starts a heavy flow, Gav is next, they look over at each others dicks, as blokes do, I see Col look up and grin,
`My you were at the front of the queue when they handed those out',
`You were just behind me' said Gav,
`Bit early to tell yet', says Col,
`You coming Chas?',
`No I'm pissing' I say, and follow them out. Col laughing at my joke.
We meet and walk around the corner to the hotel. Col carrying his case.
I saw Gav hesitate in his stride, he hung back a little, I held back too. This was very swanky, luckily being suited and booted we weren't out of place, nor was Gerry looking dapper as always, Colin in his `old money' tweed, and fine old leather case fit in somehow and no one was going to stop him!
Col and Gerry checked in,
Och I did all that nonsense on line, now I've got our usual Suites, its two bedrooms, all private, with space to meet and relax. I think you'll like it. Now we can hang these suits up and put on robes to go to the pool'. He whispered It's men only today guys',
I looked at Gav we both gulped together.
`Now Col don't get so excitable, you'll scare the young men off', says Gerry,
I whisper to Gerry, `we've no swimsuits, do they have a sports shop in the Spa?',
`Haven't a clue, never worn one here, YMCA rules dear boy, just let it hang'. His mouth showed just a glimmer of a grin as he finished'.
We take the lift. The rooms are huge, very frilly and opulent, sort of Dubai chic.
`Right boys, will 20 minutes do you to sort yoursen oot? I'll knock on your door when we're ready',
I bet you will, I thought. We both laughed as we undressed, hanging our suits up carefully.
I took the tie pin out, both hands at his chest, I leaned in and kissed him softly on his lips, `that was so sweet, I do love you',
Gav nods, `Yeah but fuck, what about that, fucking Gerry and Colin, Celia my arse, he's a brute isn't he' said Gav,
`Did you see?',
Course I did, first rule, examine theirs before they clock yours, helps with the one liner cold out isn't it', `that reminds me, must buy some shrimps', et cetera'
`Well?',
`You wont be disappointed, but I fancy making him yell',
Gavin Watson!' I said shocked, you have my full permission!',
The only mystery now is Dear Boy', what's he packing do you think?', says Gav,
I got my phone out, `I think I've got his valets number, he'll know!',
`I'll bet Col can toss his caber',
`Oh I almost forgot',
Gav swung over to his suit and passed me a small box.
I opened it and inside were a pair of gold chain cufflinks, on the head of each was a large carved thistle in solid gold, so similar to the ones on the tiepin.
`Gosh Gav, their beautiful', we kissed, his hands went to my bum, cupping them,
We fall on the bed and just start laughing.
`There's just so many fucking questions that need an answer' I say,
`Knock knock booms Col, 2 minute warning',
We leap up and put our robes on, and the weird throwaway slippers.
We get in the lift to the fourth floor. Col uses his black keycard.
We signed the book as guests and got a keycard, basically for the lockers.
`You won't need one, you've nothing to lock away, just give my code to order, 4433'.
`Now who's for a swim and the big reveal?', says Col,
`You three boys go ahead, I'll just rest' says Gerry,
`Och nay little fella' and Col picked Gerry up like he was a boy,
`Ok, Ok, put me down, now how shall we do this, at school we just used to pull our pants down together, we could just disrobe simultaneously?',
`Whatever' growls Col,
`Ok, belts undone. Flaps open, robes on the floor in 1, 2, 3'
My my' says Gerry I'd better check my pulse to check I've not died and gone to heaven',
`Fuck Gerry what was your nickname at school, Jose?',
`You two guys are going to be very popular today, Come on let's do it',
Col grabbed our hands one in each and I felt Gerry grip mine, he looked at me, smiled a huge smile, his whole body relaxing before me, and we ran, Col bellowing, the pool before us, naked guys at the side moving out of the way as we jumped in and hugged each other. The lifeguard whistle blew and Col was called over. This bear of a man, his body hairs now matted and streaks of paler skin showing, dropped his head apologetically to the young fit lifeguard and he turned and swung back, chastised.
`That's one strike, two to go, I think I can get them all in before 5pm',
We swam and frolicked along with the guys around us, all stripped, all looking, taking in the view, eyes meeting eyes, eyes meeting cocks as guys were hoisted up, dark pits ablaze, the bushes and cocks on show, before falling back creating a wave, turning to stand, showing shiny arses.
Gerry was completely hairless, and stripped of the accoutrements of success and education he wears so well, was like a boy, his nervous smile, his eagerness to please, a grown up cherub, laughing as Col hoisted him onto his shoulders then swaying, swishing through the shallow end, this naked celt, his dick swaying as he strode, Gav laughing and squealing, his cock pressed tight into Cols brawny neck, hanging on to Cols thick sumptuous locks.
Gav swishes through and leaps up on Col, his legs tight around his waist, his arms around his neck hauling himself higher, Col stood still, resolute. I swish around to the other side and run up but Col repels me with his arm, letting go of Gerry's leg to push me back, Gav has climbed up now, his bum at Cols Pecs, his face almost level with Gerry's, Col stands firm, stout.
I swim through his legs and start to stand, his balls on my neck, heavy, crushing as I try to lift him up. Gav falls off, Gerry has his knees one on each shoulder and balances throwing his arms in the air as I raise with my might almost lifting Col on my shoulders, we fall back in a roar from Col, the wave lapping the pool edge.
We hear the whistle, my turn now to be chastised as all the guys in the pool stop and stare at me, stood naked getting a telling off.
We do piggy back racing across the width, I had Gerry on my back, clinging on, laughing, Gav had Col, fuck Gavs so strong, he held Cols thighs and just waded across, dumping Col in the water. I had giggling, wriggling Gerry. We swapped till we'd all carried each other.
`I'm pooped' shouts Col, follow me.
We find the doors and enter a third zone. We are in a tropical forest, a green pool, still, ahead of us. A huge waterfall cascades into the pol. Loungers are arranged around.
I look at Gav, his dick in a post orgasmic curve, chubby, beautiful. I look down I'm similar.
We walk across, all eyes on us,
Col nods to a waiter and says, 4 please and loungers for four please.
The waiter carries a tray with four cocktails and directs us to 4 loungers, we lie down in the warmth and drink the fruit punch. We are naked still, we set a trend as guys peel off their robes and lied down on them like towel on a lounger around us.
A guys says Hi to Gav and they talk, Col talks to a guy by him, a fit guy says Hi to me, leaning over, I stand and soon the noise level rises as we strike up conversations, waiters carry trays of the cocktails around as more is supped and laughter fills the air.
Col slaps his arm over my shoulder, his furry body warm, his pits so thick, his chest hairs short, his lions mane cropped, his abs compress when he laughs, often, his cock deliciously thick, soft, curved, a vein running in a squiggle from his head then straight up to his pubes, his dark ginger a contrast to my fiery, brighter, radiant colour.
Look at you!', he growls in my ear, A fucking ginger kingfisher, so pale, so fucking sexy, so fucking Celtic, you've got the genes of a thoroughbred Scot, me I'm a ten a penny Glasgow boy, rescued by my man here from the streets of Glasgow',
Gav is in deep conversation with Gerry, they laugh together, they've found something, maybe it's being naked, the equality that's brought them together, maybe it's Gerry's smooth nublie body, almost pre pubescent man boy?
The hooter sounds, the guys start to leave, old pairings and new pairings, picking up robes and walking to the lobby, to lifts to rooms, to lockerooms to dress. Nothing is said, Col takes me to his room, Gav winks at me and takes Gerry to our room. Col calls out `We are eating at five thirty why don't we reconvene in the lounge no later than five so we can shower and dress',
Col closes the door, his robe falls. I'm nervous, it's all new, I've not had many partners, this all seems so contrived.
`Now pup, that's not a look of the confident trader running rings around Gerry, keeping him on his toes, busting his bollocks off to match your trades is it now?'
`No, I guess not',
`So, what is it about this? Is it me?'
`Gawd no you're gorgeous',
He smiled,
`Ya think so? I'm not so sure, I cannae see what Gerry sees in me, to be honest',
`Oh I think I can, staring at his manhood' and dropping my robe I walk toward him,
He looks at me and gulps, he looks nervous now,
I get into a wrassling pose, he copies, we circle each other, he lunges at me, I'm locked but quickly trip him, we fall. I break loose and grab his arm, he keeps his arm steady but lifts me up and rotates my whole body around him to free him, as if I were five.
He laughs `yuv nae chance pal, just lets get to bed for some fun, you up for it?',
I hear Gav's moan faintly through the wall.
`I'm up for it Col'
We spent time in a cuddle, just talking,
'I studied jewellery making in Edinburgh, I worked crafting commissions taken by jewellers across Scotland but it didn't pay well enough to build any momentum, I was constantly broke, just another student bum'.
`And what a bum!' I said,
`Gerry found me drunk in a bar one night, took me back to his swanky hotel room and I never left.
I gave him a potted history of working borough market and meeting Mark, how Gav is my first love',
`Aye, that cunt Mark, apologies for my fucking language, but he's a fucking snake',
`Now, how's my pup doing?'
His huge hand fell to my package, he threw the covers off and we 69'd exploring each other, sniffing, tugging, licking, playing our own fantasies.
We broke off, I turned, this huge guy filling the bed, his arms behind his head. I crawl up him and kiss his pits, chlorine and him, I work down kissing him. I kneel and hold his huge fat dick, he must be 9 X 3, to Gav's 8 X 2.
I spit lube. He almost throws me off as he twists to the nightstand and retrieves a tube of good ol KY vaginal jelly. Old school.
I smear his pole and blob my arse and I ride him, he doesn't take long, thankfully, I pull off and watch him spurt.
He plays with my cock as he comes down from his high.
I shuffled forward, he opens wide and snaps around my shaft. I take great delight in fucking his face till I shoot. We lay, he reaches for the blanket and yanks them up messily over us. We sleep.
I hear Gerry making cups of tee in the kitchen off the lounge.
I get up an meet him and Gav drinking tea,
`Cuppa?' Says Gerry, his cock so long hanging down.
`Do you shave Gerry?',
`Er no dear boy, It just never grew. I lack a hormone, Dihydrotestosterone or DHT,
`Does it stop you er you know',
`No it blooming well doesn't, my harris can attest to that' says Gav.
Col roars with laughter and swings out. He picks up Gerry who wraps his legs around him, his arms around his neck and they walk to their en-suite bathroom. Come on lads we can have a `shine and show' bring your towels.
I pull Gav up, we loiter in our room,
`So?' I say
One all' says Gav, you?',
`I rode him, he sucked me off',
`So you've yet to nail him? You can go later after me',
I grabbed a towel and flicked it at his arse cheeks, snapping him, a red welt forming as he ran in front of me.
TBC