My Fair Lad

My Fair Lad - Part 15

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.

Gav is killing himself working too hard, Chas is worried.

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Going it alone

We got the train back to Rammo the next day, suffice to say we were all satisfied with the meal and the night's entertainment and honour had been restored. Gerry looked so different with his clothes on. His £2,000 suits, handmade shirts and shoes all necessary to separate the nubile man boy from the successful city trader.

`Well thank you dear boys for an enervating evening, we must repeat it again, perhaps at our AGM in six months?',

`Aye, it's grand to get a feel of a different arse once in a while' laughs Col, pinching mine,

`I'll overlook that display this once Colin, now get me an uber to Paddington, we can get the 11:52 to Morton In Marsh, cook is preparing dinner for our return',

We hugged politely and made our separate ways.

We returned to Ramsgate and the flat. We hung up our suits and lay on the bed, cuddled up. Talking about last night's activities.

`I'm still shocked about Celia being Colin and shacked up with Gerry aren't you?' Says Gav,

`Yeah and Col, what a fuck he is', I say,

`I think we should agree to keep what happened in London in London don't you?', says Gav, I nod.

`One thing though, what were you and Gerry laughing about, you seemed to have clicked?' I say,

Gav says in his pompous `Gerry' voice;

`I refer the honourable gentleman to my previous reply, dear boy',

He leaps on me, we wrassle and roll on the bed, we kiss, Gav's on top, ready, erect, panting for it, for me, to spear his Celtic Kingfisher..

Monday morning, always busy on the markets, tracking moves any from Fridays close, Gav kisses my forehead as Slomo toots and he's off to break his butt for £200.

It seems perverse with £400k sat in my account. OK so Alan says to make sure I have enough for tax, NI and my pension. He says that after tax and NI it will be about £225k, he says I need a tax accountant, he recommends a guy that one of the sharpest directors uses. I'll think about it, I'm not sure what he'll know that Alan doesn't.

The realtor sends me details of houses for sale, I scroll through, ruminating, the flat is great for now, but its not long term. A one bed plus sex cage flat with a sports centre attached is not a keeper.

I think of Gav up a ladder literally sweating his balls off and me here playing with mine idly as I browse at the properties.

I get a call, it's Gav,

`fucking hell Chas, I've had an email, I've passed my Part 18, I'm a fucking qualified sparky, wait till I tell the lads, and Slomo, he can do one',

`That's great news, so you don't need Slomo to check your work anymore',

`Spot on!'

`But you still need a lift to where you're working?'

`Oh yeah',

`Be nice to him Gav, till you don't have to be, what do you want to eat tonight?',

`You, you, you and a side order of er, you',

`I'll run the bath and get some cans in'

`Perfect'.

He rang off. My balls still in my hand squeezing as I think.

I see a house on Tunis Road, Broadstairs, next town along, just a continuation really but a bit posher, more of a holiday place. It's an end terrace, looks Georgian, it's had poor extensions added.

It needs serious TLC, all the poor DIY ripping out and reconfiguring, new bathroom, kitchen and plumbing and rewiring, perhaps turn the small third bedroom into an en-suite bathroom and fit a downstairs loo in the coal shed, might squeeze a shower in too? It looks great, not a bad price either,

I take my hand out of my pants, sniff my fingers and get back to trading, that always gets rid of a self imposed stiffy. I'm thinking all the time of the house, my £400k just sat doing sweet fuck all, it's time it earned its living.

I walk to the shop for a few essentials, 2 fridge packs of Stella, crisps and milk, what's that you say? We're 18 nearly 19, for fucks sake, these are the essentials.

Gav gets in, he looks knackered. I hug him, he lifts his top and his warmth gushes out, his odour stings my nostrils, he pulls my head into his chest with one hand and I'm licking his skin already as he pulls his shirt over my head with the other. I'm in a sweaty, dark heaven.

I feel him pull my trackies down, his hands on my cheeks, I undo his belt, fumble with his double French fly, his fly buttons and pull down his zipper, and lowering my tongue from his pits to his pubes I pull them down to fall at his ankles.

The whirlpool starts with a beep, the auto fill stops the water flowing, bubbling away, ready.

I sniff his pubes, I kiss his cock, smelling at his cheesy rim, I lower and lick under his sweaty balls as Gav squats to open himself, I hear his hairs cracking, parting up as I grip his cheeks and burrow in. His concentrated musk coats my tongue, I swallow the tasty saliva, gulping, probing deeper Gav moaning, I want him, to take him,

Do it' he says just fucking do it',

I growl up natures lube and smear my cock and spit a splat on his ring, I watched it roll down to his nuts and form slimy icicles dropping as I pushed in, no mercy, I rammed him hard,

Gav shouting `fuck me harder, oh yeah, harder still',

I was sweating, ramming, moaning, hot, high, higher as I plunged deep, my nuts pulsing against his cheeks as I bore deeper somehow as I heard Gav grunt and his first plume fly into the whirlpool. His knees went as I bore into him and he fell forward, i'm still connected, pulsing out my sperm, his arse exciting my rim as I shoot and shoot and shoot.

I lay on top of him, he's sprawled out, his face almost in the pool like a lapping cat. I'm pumping till I'm spurting dust, I pull out, my cock starting to hurt.

Gav laughs, `Fuck Chas what was that?', we both laughed, giddy on lust. I sat up and took my trainers and pants off, naked now. I turned Gav over and he lifted his knees.

I took his working steel capped boots off, sucked his toes through his thick woollen socks, then he rocked back laying flat as I pulled his sweaty sock off and licked under his foot, like a cat and attacking his toes, my saliva mixing with his sweat and the smell of him. He lifted up his arse and I wiped his cummy crack with his sock and sniffed it, all his musk in one.

Gav laughed `you're a weird dirty fucker', he whispered,

He was getting hard, the bubbling water at his side, I repeated the actions on his other foot, now licked clean, extracting more ticklish laughs.

I traced my tongue up his hairy stout shins, higher up his calves, higher still to his working thighs that spring him up ladders, and to his groin, his pleasure zone. He widened his legs, one draping in the water to give me access.

He rocked back on his arms, his abs crunching, his chest wide and tensed, the tight deep valley between his pecs glistening as sweat runs down. I smell him, his musk, his ravaged arse, his pungent aroma.

I see his dick bobbing, erect, proud, his foreskin snout retracted partially over his crown, his piss slit shining, a rim of creamy white paste circling his crown the shoreline where his foreskin had retreated to, so beautifully presented, waiting to be smelt, to be tasted, to be smeared between thumb and forefinger extracting the smell from the smooth deposit before being sucked into my warm pussy mouth.

In a second or so I had devoured his shaft, deep, a frenzied attack, my slurping, and coughing as I gagged. I looked up,

`More, please' he pleaded,

I thrust down, my tongue on his frenulum, his sheath now pulled back, his glans so sensitive making his body shudder and writhe in ecstasy as I tickled it with my arrowed tongue, his rim soaked in slimy spilt in my warm mouth as my tongue did its work, my swallowing, sucking down on his cock, now super hard, his hands on my head, guiding me up and down his pole.

I heard his breath, a breath on top of breath, higher, shorter, his heart racing, his body tensing, a second seems like ten as he moans. I pull off his shaft until my lips are snapped tight around his glans, he pulses out his first shot, filling my mouth. I swallow and take his second, his taste, his smell, of his sweat, real working sweat, his cock, his cheesy aroma, his musk, his spunk, the flavour of Gav, my life, my love, my all.

He pulls his other leg into the water, his cock pulsing, now shooting dust sinks beneath the suds as he slides in, down periscope, spent.

In a sex daze I rise and get cans from the cooler and crack one open and slide in the water next to him. He opens his mouth like a chick in a nest and I slowly pour the cool lager into his open mouth, slowly carefully so as not to gag him, repeating until the can is empty, Gav laid back on me, just to one side, our legs entwined.

`What a fucking day I've had, Slomo ..',

I couldn't listen, I have to change this, for Gav, for me, for us. I must change it.

We soak in the whirlpool. I rise and wrap a towel around and dry.

`Tea in 20, you soak', I say and he grins and rests his head on a plastic spa pillow.

I cook quickly, bacon, sausage, eggs, fried potatoes, tomatoes and mushrooms, I crack four eggs in at the end, put toast in the toaster and call him to the table.

He rises like a God from the whirlpool, he's a hunk, getting fitter, sexier, stronger every day. He sits on a towel, we eat, he loves it.

He rises, grabs my hand as I'm fussing over clearing the table.

Leave it', he says come', smiling at me, his eyes watery.

He leads me to the bedroom, I climb in as he has a leak, he lays half on me again, his shoulder pressed into my chest, his head lower. I smell his hair, kissing his hair, caressing his ears, as he drifts to a deep sleep.

The next morning he's beat, I run the whirlpool thinking that might ease Gav's muscles.

Slomo toots,

I put on a robe,

`He's not well Slomo, he's exhausted, will you tell the boss he's not in today, and probably not tomorrow',

You're talking to him, my Da', he's fucked off to Bar-fucking-bados with this tart, two weeks ago. Ma is distraught, he emptied all the savings and said to me if you're so smart you run the fucking company', so I am. I'm just trying to build it up, make some money for Ma and the missus and for the lads wages to live off. Looks like I've overdone it?',

`Come inside, have a cuppa, you look beat',

He got out of the van, and followed me, like a robot. I put the kettle on, he looked around, the bedroom door open, Gav laid out, on his front, asleep, both arms curved up by his head, his pits showing, fuzzy, dark, the covers half off him, one butt cheek on view, his leg lifted high at the knee revealing his hairy balls and crack,

Through the bedroom you can hear the whirlpool bubbling away and see the marble floor, and shower screen.

He looks at me almost pleading, then at the bed, he starts to strip, his thick workman's top comes off in one, he hears no protest from me. His short body taut, his narrow chest packed with muscles, flexing, dancing as he pulls the top over his hand. He's thick cushioned pecs accentuating a deep central channel running down to his upper abs that crunch just slightly then soften, his hairy pecs with clear circles around his prominent nipples, then smooth until his lions mane around his belly button, darkening as a path to his pubes, still covered.

Slomo bends to undo the laces on his boots and slides them off his feet, his back curved, the bumps of his spine showing, he stands and shucks off his shoes, he undoes the double French fly, the fly buttons and unzips.

His eyes are locked onto mine as he drops his trousers a little showing his pubes and the top of his cock, then with thumbs in his underpants waist band he bends as he pulls them down, I see his thick shoulders and arms hanging and then rising up he steps out of them naked. His cock sways as he lifts each leg, his shaft surrounded by a natural, thick, black bush, long shiny hairs.

His compact but muscular body relaxes, he nods at me and looks at the bed, I nod slightly, he strides to the bed and lifts the covers on my side and slides in, Gav mumbles something in his sleep and turns to spoon Slomo who's already asleep.

I look at his clothes on the floor, his trouser crumpled as he shoved them down, looking like the shell of a crab, shed as the vulnerable master sleeps in safety as his new shell hardens.

I see the inside of his underwear, his arse crease, the bowl where his balls lay, the fabric that touches his pipe, soaking up errant drops.

I pick them up and lift them to my nose and breath in deeply, so this is Slomo, his musk.

I make cup of tea for myself and start my day looking at the markets. The two men sleeping their much needed sleep. The bath bubbling away, keeping hot for when they awake.

I notice some unusual early buying, I ponder on the who, and why, already knowing the what and where, it's a substantial purchase, already the price of zinc phosphate has risen sharply. Must be demand lead but who?

I text Gerry. `Zinc up high, Tokyo, any intel?'

I look at the price tracker, I notice small increases, blips, regularly occuring forming a heartbeat, why? A need for more zinc at certain regular intervals, manufacturing shortages maybe, restocking at any cost. Batteries, got to be, plating, a zinc process that needs re supply regularly topping up if you like. Poor stock management leading to a panic buy maybe?

Now the who. I look at LME data, tracking trades looking for who's buying. I see a pattern, three trades regularly - small, larger, smaller, the company prefix is MGM. A search on companies house finds MG Metals Ltd, registered in London six months ago, I google the address, it's just a Mail Drop.

I hear a mobile ring, it's Slomo's, I answer it so as not to wake them, but I needn't worry I just hear snores from two deep sleepers.

`Hi, this is Slomo's phone',

`Is he there? it's Spanno, and who the fuck are you?',

'I'm Gavs bloke, Chas'

`Oh hi Chas, sorry about that, there's some funny stuff going on at the moment, put him on will ya?,

I can't at the mo, drive around and I'll explain, to the unit, you know',

`I'm on my way, I've got Stevie with me'

`I'll put the kettle on'

`Good, the jobs stopped anyway, the accounts on stop, can't get any supplies',

He rung off.

I put an alert on zinc. It might be worth off loading our stock if price rises further?

I put the kettle on an peer into the bedroom, the snorer is Slomo, he's on his back, the duvet has folded over and his cock is on show, he's popped a stiffie. Nice.

I pull the duvet back preserving his modesty and I quickly slip into my trackies and trainers.

I hear their van pull in and I go to meet them.

Hi Chas' beams Stevie, Tea, milk and two sugars please, he'll have a coffee, black',

`Come in I say',

We're in the kitchen. Stevie, Spanno and me, I'm making the tea and opening a pack of penguin biscuits,

So I've nearly got the full set' I say, I just need a brikkie who can plaster',

Stevie cottons on `yeah Gavvo the sparky, Spanno the plumber, Stevie the Joiner, just short of a general guy to do walls and rebuilding, be a good team that, loads of work around here, all these renno's, posho's buying up 2 beds to do up and rent out, or ones to split.',

What's he on about?' Says Spanno, anyway you said Slomo was with Gavvo?',

`He is, look', I opened the bedroom door a little and the two were sleeping soundly. I closed it. Slomo still covered, thankfully.

`Gav just collapsed this morning, exhausted, Slomo came to pick him up and he saw Gavin and just needed the same! End of',

`Don't you mind?' Says Stevie,

`Makes no odds to me, he's not shagging him' I say,

That's sound' says Spanno, was that your whirlpool going?' I nodded, `I've been dying to have a go in one of them, they cost a fucking fortune. I was chatting with Dave, you know Dave, your bloke who did this, he says you got the best of everything in here',

`Well it's there, all ready m, bubbling and hot, give it ago',

`Really, I ain't got no trunks though?'

`We're all blokes who've seen a cock or two, I don't mind'

`Me neither', says Stevie undoing his boots, pulling off his top.

`We'd a great laugh around here, last time' says Stevie as Spanno strips.

`Quiet don't want to wake them!' says Spanno

as his tall lean underfed body and his huge dong swing through the bedroom with Stevie close behind, a chunky lad, all soft curves, pink, fair haired everywhere, easy smile, gorgeous.

`You coming in?' Says Stevie.

I nod and undress in a second and slide in alongside them.

I reach to the fridge concealed in the cabinet and get three cold cans out.

They take one each and grin at the decadence as we lay in the champagne bubbling water and sup a beer.

`Tell us about what David said Spanno?',

`Oh he said this was the biggest job he'd done so far, that he had a great client and it was either drugs or illegal imports he was running but he didn't care, he had his money up front, that you wanted the best, and left it to him and Rachel to plan it and execute it. You were a lifeline for him as his work had dried up, who needs a project manager for swapping out a boiler or a new bathroom',

`So what's he doing now?',

`Looking for jobs I think. How long shall we leave the sleeping beauties? Says Spanno,

`One more cans worth more or four farts, whichever is soonest' says Stevie

As he said it I heard one of Gavs short, loud bursts like is arse is a mortar.

Three to go' says Stevie. Better sup up if we're having another before they let another one off',

He reaches around and helps himself, Spanno shook a no and moved his hands as if they were gripping a steering wheel.

I've seen a house' I say, in Broadstairs that needs ripping out, might be good for my new team to tackle, do it up, sell it on, buy another, and so on.',

`Fuck yeah, I hate office buildings, nothing to show for it, nobody cares, everything's pre made like building with fucking LEGO', says Stevie.

`Oh that's 2, no make it three',

`Right lads I'm getting out now and put some food on, that'll wake Gav up. I'll show them through shall I?.

I got a fridge pack out and reloaded the whirlpool cooler, walking naked, all eyes on me. I gave them a wiggle, getting a laugh and put my apron on to cook.

I call David on the phone,

`Hi David, you busy? Eaten? No, Great. Can you call in and look at the Whirlpool?',

`Sure on my way, do I need a towel and trunks?', he joked.

`Nah, we're all lads' I say. He laughs.

I put the small oven on and bake baguettes from the freezer and get a pack of bacon from the fridge and start grilling.

Gav smells the bacon and gets up for a piss,

`That smells good lover boy' he calls,

`Yeah' I shout back,

he musn'tve see Slomo under the duvet, he walks in the bathroom for a piss. The lads must've ducked under the water, I hear him drill into the pan and then shriek,

`what the fuck!',

I ran to look and watched them emerge from the water,

They wrassled and dunked,

`And your drinking my fucking beer!',

Slomo enters the room, he has a piss too.

`Fucking Slomo as well, what the fucks going on lads?'.

Slomo slides in the pool.

`You live a life of fucking luxury Gav, beer on tap, bath full of arse, one fit arse cooking, we thought we'd have some as well.

The door bell rings. I open it,

`Hi Dave, strip off, leave your clothes on the pile, the lads are through there, bacon sarnies in 10 minutes.

He looks through and sees the lads heads in the pool,

`Won't be a minute lads, good job I put clean on this morning! I thought Chas was having me on'.

Here's Dave!' Stevie shouts. First time I've clocked yours Davey Boy, nothing to be ashamed of there either, slide in why don't you?',

`Space for one more if we all shuffle up', shouts Gav.

I put the ovens on 70c to keep everything warm.

`Here he comes!' Shouts Gav,

all eyes on me, I do a little comedy flex as I walk through and sink in close between Gav and Slomo.

`So, lads, I've had an idea.' They groan,

I've got a bit of cash I can get hold of that needs to earn it's keep. I was thinking of buying up a house a dooer upper' and you guys, my team, getting it ready to market or rent. Then doing another up and so on, it won't cost you anything unless you want to invest, and you'll be working and get paid regularly just as you do now, the collective will be free to take on other jobs if there's a delay or a gap, however I know a brilliant Project Manager who can schedule so you'll probably all be working full time',

`whos that then?' Says Dave,

Gav splashes him, he splashes back and suddenly they're out of the whirlpool, running around grab assing. Stevie climbs out, he's got a beautiful soft rounded arse and delicate fine blonde hairy crack, he turns and grins at me ogling him, slapping his arse cheek. He stands and pees, that gets Spanno out, dripping at his side, Stevie looks at Spannos cock and up at his face, Spanno wraps a sinewy arm across his shoulders and they shuffle close. I climb out of the pool, switch it off and press the `drain and rinse' cycle. It starts to drain and the jets simultaneously splash water to rinse the sides.

Gav swings out and gets towels, `here lads grab a towel

`Nah, save your Chas some washing, we can share lads can't we?' Says David. They nod.

`no brown streaks says Gav',

They flick his arse as he runs away.

I'm in the kitchen, Gav puts his arms around me, and kisses me, I feel him chub up,

`You're amazing' he said, I felt his pendulum swing.

`Er you'll be spotted',

`I don't give a fuck, in fact I could fuck em all, well except Spanno, and shagging Dave would be weird, But Stevie, he's gorgeous' whispers Gav in my ear.

The lads walk through to get their clothes, they see Gav kissing me and they grab him and basically molest him, kissing him, pulling at his cock as he gives back as much, a naked wrassling heap of bodies.

Ahh well I'm not missing this, and I undo my apron and I'm ready and I dive in, my first job is to grab Stevies cock, give it a good feel, he looks at me and grins as he rises up and grabs me in a headlock, his muscular arms tense, Gav nips his arse and he releases me going after Gav.

We all collapse out of breath.

I get up and quickly throw the bacon in a warm baguette for each of them and put the kettle on. The lads sit around the breakfast bar and tuck in and sup the tea, everyone revived and seemingly up for the idea.

Getting dressed can wait for later.

My laptop pings, Zinc prices rises have triggered the alarm, do I stick or twist? Do I keep, sell or buy?

Stevie walks through looking for his clothes, I turn to say something, his cock is level with my face, close,

He gives it a pull down, `it looks even better when er it's aroused',

`Let's see what Gav thinks when the others have gone, hey?',

He nods and slips on his underpants as he's already chubbing up.

TBC