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From a couple of PM I have had, some of you have skipped Part 2 which landed last week.
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Part 3
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Tidied laptop up a bit more. Checked a few more settings. Cleared history, clip board etc.
Was almost done.
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And then it happened
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Have you ever been in a situation or had an accident which on looking back you can't explain the mechanics of how it happened, it just did. Something which, in extremis, might have you standing at the Pearly Gates with St Peter and he has a new page opened just for you in the ledger headed "Stupid ways to die".
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This was one of those.
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All the times I've thought about it and even as I write this, I can't explain it.
It just was.
I reached for my tea which was sitting on top of the bureau..... and missed.
I fell off the stool but was still on it.
By that I mean, my torso landed on the floor with a thump - thankfully I had put my arm down - but my arse was still on the stool and my feet were on the floor.I was like a backwards crab with my t-shirt riding up my chin.
Hell's teeth, I was stuck.
AND I was very aware that now, half of my throbbing cock had popped out from under my shorts. Should have put on underwear!
"FUCK!" I exclaimed.
"Well that was clever", Tommy offered, "you do look a bit of a sight for sore eyes"
Then he slapped my exposed abs three times VERY hard with "someone's been working out!".
"Stop touching me up you fuckin' perv and help me up" I demanded in a tone because of course I was embarrassed at my tumble.
"Oh sonny", he said, squeezing my cock in the shorts, "you are already WELL up and I haven't STARTED touching you up. And you watch your mouth! ".
He squeezed my balls and what was left of my cock in the shorts again then took the exposed bit in his hand.
"Oi !!!!" I sort of objected.
"Oh shoosh" he said giving it a bit of a wank then gripping it tighter he rubbed his other palm around the tip.
"What are you DOING?" I fake objected.
"Saying thank you", he said, "my helping hand for yours with the laptop".
He started to wank me. and I stiffened full length.
"Well, HE thinks it is a good idea", Tommy said, squeezing my cock.
"Uuuuugh Uuuuuuuugh" I gurgled.
"Shhh shhh shhh", he scolded, "I really don't want my neighbour to know I'm pulling my guest's cock and he is going to blow a load or two for me. When did you last shoot? How much is in there?"
I didn't answer
"We'll find out soon enough.................he's beautiful"
He let go of my cock, grabbed my shorts and with an "Arse up!" he had them off.
"Oh commando!", he observed, "you horny little fucker. Wasn't expecting that. I was gonna cut off your underwear and shove it in your mouth. Damn".
Him swearing made my cock bounce. Or maybe it was the thought of him snipping off my non-existent briefs. Where the hell was reticent embarrassed Tommy?
He bent down and took my trainers and socks off.
????????????????
"Open your legs as wide as you can without it being uncomfy so I can get a proper look" he instructed.
I complied. What else could I do? He had announced I going to get pulled and the thought was making my tits hard, never mind my cock.
He grabbed my cock again, firmly, and put his mouth over the head and licked.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH" I encouraged.
"Shhhh" he said.
Then he let go and stood up.
"Open your mouth" he instructed.
Confused, I did as I was told and despite what he had said about my non existent underwear, I was shocked when he stuffed my socks in my gob. Thank fuck the socks were fresh on that morning. Black cotton for those reading who might care.
He turned the TV on whilst he was up for good measure. He also pulled my t-shirt up properly from the shoulders over my head. With my t-shirt over my face, I was to all intents bollock naked, exposed and available. He sat back down.
"What a lovely sight and all mine. Can't decide what bit I like best", he declared, "even better than I ever imagined. Would you look at that cock throbbing in anticipation".
My cock bounced obediently. The thought of Tommy fantasising about me made me blush but my T-Shirt was over my face so he couldn't see..
"Now where were we?" he queried.
I flicked my throbbing cock decisively a few times.
"Oh yes", he said, "someone is as horny as hell"
and started wanking me properly. Good manners meant I let him get on with it.
He had obviously done this before, not just his own cock I mean. He stopped and started, bringing me to the edge a few times. I grunted in appreciation.
Eventually he said ""Right, let's see what you've got in there" as he gripped my cock tighter and manipulated it a bit rougher. It was building, I could feel it in my hips never mind anywhere else. I grunted and panted. Stuff the neighbours, there was the TV and I was gagged.
"UUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH UUUUUUUUUUGH"
I grunted and bucked when my juices spurted out.
"Oh my!" Tommy exclaimed as I spurted and spurted.
Eventually I stopped bucking. He licked me clean. I wriggled because it was tickly.
He stood up and said "I'll put the kettle on, freshen up the tea".
"What about me?" I asked through the socks"
"You'll get one too" he said, "and your bacon roll".
"NO!", I mumbled, "I'm stuck".
Believe it or not, it hadn't occurred to me at that point to spit the socks out.
"Oh yea", he said and grabbed my cock pulling me off the stool on to the floor.
"Sorted", he said, and went to the kitchen leaving me on the floor in an undignified heap. I got up and looked about. Took the socks out my mouth.
Couldn't see my shorts.
"Where's my shorts" I shouted through. He didn't hear me above the taps running. I waited until the taps went off.
"Where's my shorts", I asked again.
"Here" he said holding them. Soaking wet.
He held them up to the light
"Think I got it all. Shouldn't be stains. Needed something to catch your load. Quick spin and dry now"
and he turned and went back in kitchen.
As I'm standing there in just a t-shirt thinking "Now what am I going to do", he came back with a towel which he put on the main chair.
"You can sit on that", he said. He looked me up and down
"That looks daft, take it off".
I frowned in confusion
"Shirt...........OFF" he said, looking at me like I was daft, "do I have to do it for you?"
I gave him a "don't you dare" look but took it off anyway. He went to get the tea and the rolls. I sat on the towel. Naked. It felt weird. Not because I am shy, far from it. I was sitting bollock naked in the front room of someone I had known for years and never discussed what kind of sex I had and with whom. Not counting the fact he had just tossed me off; technically, there was no discussion there either - ha ha.
I thought "Fuck it" and put a leg over each chair arm, effectively spreading my legs wide and putting my cocks / balls / pubes in full view.
He came back with the tea.
"Hmmm. Nice" he said, "You are a lovely lad and a fucking horny wee toad to boot".
He left the room and I heard another door open then some clattering and creaking followed by a thump.
I gulped my tea whilst waiting and pulled my cock with the other. Couldn't believe how hard it got after having blown such a load. It certainly wasn't sleepy.
I threw back the last of the tea and put the mug on the bureau where he had put the original before my tumble. He returned and sat down, having a good look at my throbbing cock.
"Are you making tea?" I asked.
"Didn't I?..........." he began, looking confused.
"Maybe you were distracted", I said, bouncing my cock.
"Don't flatter yourself", he retorted. He got up, still looking at my cock and retrieved the mug from the bureau.
I sniggered inwardly at my badness and the confusion I had caused. One up to me and not just my cock. If he had only felt the mug he'd have felt how hot it was.
Two mugs of tea and a blether later, plus a pee for me, he got up, grabbed one of the stools and said "right, follow me".
"Where?" I asked, "what's that for?"
"Follow me" he said again and looked at me expectantly.
I stood up and followed, completely aware that I was bollock naked but not self conscious at all, sniggering when he hit the stool off the hall wall. I checked to see if the paint was scraped.
Followed him in to the back room.
"Better", he said, "I could whip your arse black and blue in here and no-one would hear".
There was an old fashioned green felt square card table in the room with a pillow on it with a towel on the floor underneath it. That explained all the clattering whilst I was slurping the non existent tea.
"Right", he said, "chest on the table, hold on to to the two top corners and spread your legs as wide as you can with feet on floor. I want full access"
"To what?" I demanded.
"Mouth closed, LEGS open, feet wide, there's a good lad" he answered.
"Now please" he added when I still hadn't moved, and nodded towards the card table.
I was surprised he didn't snap his fingers. I waited five seconds in defiance then complied.
The pillow was "up and down the way" which meant the bottom covered the edge of the table so the position I was in wasn't uncomfortable. albeit it was strange to say the least. I heard the thump of the stool behind me then Tommy sat on it.
"Perfect" he said, and rubbed my ass.
"Can't have the embarrassment of you leaving here with your cock in a state of throbbing, leaking hard on. What kind of host do you think I am? DON'T answer that............"
His hand was then in between my legs pulling my cock which stiffened to his touch. My breathing deepened.
"Good", he said, "just enjoy yourself. Let it out".
I grunted.
As he pulled, my breathing got deeper. Then I remembered his "... and no-one would hear" so I grunted. He didn't chide me. I started to grunt in line with his pulling. I was near the edge, worried he was going to stop.
I needn't have.
"Come on you little c*nt", he said, "SHOOT! Come on, GET IT OUT. I don't have all f*cking day. GIVE ME THAT LOAD!"
Feeling my cock stiffen even further and my balls tighten at his potty mouth, with a guttural grunt I did.
Copiously. Spurt after spurt, each accompanied with a "uuuugh".
I lay there trying to get my breath. Wasn't sure what to do now. He patted my lower back.
"Good lad. Go give him a wash. There's nothing worse than itchy cheesy cock. Your shorts should be dry"
I went in to the bathroom and gave myself a soapy wash: cock, balls, chest and pits. Then I noticed there wasn't a towel in view. Crap! I went to the back room to use a corner of the towel I had heaved on to but it was gone. Went back to the bathroom and deliberately soaped up my cock and pubes. Back to front room and Tommy.
"There's no towel", I said, standing there with soapy cock, balls and pubes.
"Oh, sorry", he said, looking me up and down. He went in to kitchen and came back with face cloth and towel. I held my hand out. He ignored me and wiped the soap off my cock and balls with the face cloth then patted them dry with the towel.
"All done", he said.
He rabbited on about stuff as I was getting dressed. Well if you count shorts as "dressed". I put my socks and trainers on but deliberately didn't put t-shirt on.
"Better let you get ready for your visitors", I said
"Yip", he said, "it was good to see you. All of it".
"Thank you for having me", I said.
He initially missed my double entendre.
"That's........." he began then the penny dropped. He raised his eyebrows at me and said "You are more than welcome. 7.30 next Saturday morning?"
"Perfect", I said.
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It was a long week let me tell you...........
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The following Saturday I arrived 7.28
There was a hand-written note - very obviously for me - sellotaped to the door. It contained three numbered instructions.
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tbc
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I whined expectantly.
More spanking. This time it was definitely 50.
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Silence.
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I waited.
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Ultimately seven sets. Not pit a pat. No cock pulling in between. He yanked the gag out my mouth. I heard him sit down. His hand was on my cock.
Unsurprisingly, VERY hot palm !!
I grunted in appreciation. I was pulled, I was at the edge and this time he didn't stop. As my cock erupted I growled loudly with each spurt. I counted 14 spurts.
I heard the clock ticking as neither of us moved. Eventually he stood up and put a light on. He sat down again. What was he doing?
Inspecting his handiwork it turned out.
He rubbed my hot ass. I wriggled. He rubbed me again. I wriggled.
He spanked me five times. Hard.
He rubbed me. I didn't wriggle.
He put his face on my hot ass and gently massaged my balls.
This was weird!
Huh......... like nothing that had happened this and last Saturday wasn't? ha ha.
I lay there and let him have his enjoyment. He had earned it.
He still hadn't said a word. It suddenly occurred to me, how did I know this was Tommy? It had all been in the dark. How did I know Tommy wasn't in the front room? The thought excited me and my heart thumped.
Eventually he said "I'll get the kettle on. You'll see where your seat is. Once you have given him a wash of course".
If I'm honest, I was slightly disappointed it WAS him. I eased myself off the table. Went to bathroom, peed, soaped my cock and balls, didn't rinse soap off. It was only as I returned to back room I realised I hadn't stepped over my clothes in the hall. They were gone. The chair with the towel on it was obviously for me. I sat on the towel.
Tommy came back with tea and toast. Lovely thick seeded wholemeal bread which he put on a wee side table he had manoeuvred to my side. Three slices of gorgeous toast cut in half. I had wolfed it down by the time he came back with his.
He started chatting about previous night's TV and "did you by any chance see the other night............"
As if it was the most natural thing in the world to have a guy naked in your back room who you had spanked and wanked.
"More toast?" he asked after about 25 minutes.
I nodded enthusiastically belatedly thinking I at least should have said "Yes, please". I blushed at my lack of manners. He was back soon with the tea and toast.
"How's your friend?" he asked, tweaking my cock.
I didn't answer. I don't like talking with my mouth full. A whole half slice of toast was in there and I crunched in ecstasy. I really did have to ask him what the bread was but not right now.
Twenty minutes later he stood up, opened the curtains and put the light out. He took my cup and plate and added them to his.
"Round 2", he announced, "get yourself ready whilst I get rid of these".
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Didn't even cross my mind to query or object. I was delighted. ANOTHER pull? What stamina he had.
As it turns out, another spanking too this time no gag. I did my best not to grunt during the spanking which seemed to egg him on to go harder. About an hour later, I was heaving my second load.
"More tea?" Tommy asked, standing up.
"Sure, why not" I said.
Went to bathroom to soap my pubic friend and surrounds without being asked to and was back in the chair dripping soap on to the floor when Tommy got back with the tea. No toast though, damn him.
Chat / chat / chat in between slurps of tea.
Then........."So, what did you think of the spanking?"
"Was all right" , I offered.
"Your cock liked it", he observed.
"Hmmm", he then muttered, "want to try something a bit harder next week?"..
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(NEXT WEEK? Oh wow!)
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"Sure, why not?", I said in what I thought was an even nonchalant tone, not revealing my curiosity or joy that there was to be a next week.
"Why not indeed", said Tommy, "see what you are made of"
"What you have in mind?" I asked.
"Wait see", he teased, "or rather wait to feel".
"It's you doing the feeling", I sniggered.
He glared.
"Very funny. 20 demerits" he announced.
I was about to say something when he asked
"What sex you got lined up this week? Any pussy getting the benefit of a few lengths of that cock?"
No..........." I began
"Good", he said, "and no wanking. I want a full load".
He looked at me expectantly.
I nodded my acquiescence.
"Good lad", he said, "oh, and I'll have to be gone by 11 so be here for 6.30"
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6.30???????????????
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"OK, sure. I look forward to it", I said, like being summoned at that time of the morning for sex was the most natural thing in the world.
"Tea done?"
"Yip"
"Your clothes are in the front room"
Five mins later I was not naked, trainers on as I said my thank-you on exit.
I spent a good bit of the week speculating and day-dreaming what Saturday would bring. Did pull my cock but nowhere near to orgasm.
On the Saturday I was there 6.15am even although my summons was 6.30
No note on the door. Damn.
I half closed the storm door behind me, stripped, got my cock hard, rang the door bell seven times in defiance and stood spread X naked in his doorway.
The look on his face when he opened the door. His chin hit the floor. He looked past me and I saw the relief on his face that the storm door was closed over enough that no neighbour passing with their dog would see my bare arse.
Without a word, he grabbed my cock very firmly and with speed dragged me in to the back room right up to the table and letting go of my cock pressed me over the table and slapped my legs apart.
"WIDER", he said. At this point I noticed the room wasn't in darkness and the curtains weren't drawn. There was also five scarves on the chair in my view. Strange as it sounds, my thought on that was
"Who the hell has five scarves?".
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tbc
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"You about next week?" he offered.
"What time suits?", I replied.
"7.30 too early?"
"7.30 is fine".
"You want another pull?
Stupid question
After pumping out my third load I washed up, got dressed and got out his way, already looking forward to the following week.
Reminder that the Story header says "............and others". Plus Tommy saw yet another side to me. Sexually I mean, just not with him.
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"Omg my little pussy is dripping wet x" !!!!!!!!!!!!! So you like man on man action then? 
Wait until you see what happened next.
Just as well I 'started early' and am not shy / uninhibited in the right hands.
In a blatant act of cross promotion, if you like my style of writing, you may like my previously referred offering. It's a long 'un - 8 parts so far - so I would suggest a brew. I've still got two parts to add. I must get around to updating it.
The security guard
https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1139795
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"@newtothis? Damn? "Yea like God damn that's hot. Didn't realise mm turned me on so much x | |||
This - and 'the Security Guard' - seems to have been a hit with the ladies. Fascinating albeit I can understand them wanting Brendan and perhaps sticking pins jealously in a voodoo doll directed at me. I must add another chapter to 'the Security Guard' where I demonstrated how to deal with his nephew. Could have gone badly wrong, I could have got pasted.
In a PM, another woman told me she had a potential meet read it and quote bits back to her in foreplay when she agreed to meet
In a piece of shameless cross promotion, last night I loaded a "one off" tale which you might consider "Oh God no!". The clue is in the title
Outed by a five year old
https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1177735
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was amazing I'm definitely gonna have to give the other one a read x | |||
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"Creased at the outing." Just had to keep my shoulders straight - even if that was the only thing about me that was - and brazen it out.
Glad you enjoyed.
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"Creased at the outing." Just had to keep my shoulders straight - even if that was the only thing about me that was - and brazen it out.
Glad you enjoyed.
Did take me a mo to click that you were referring to my other tale. Knowing sod all about cricket I wondered if your pronouncement was a cricketing term | |||
I did as requested. There was a breeze but it wasn't cold.
He grabbed a stool and sat behind me.
"A quiet one please. Pant if you want but no growling"
Inevitably his hand reached from behind and was on my pubic friend.
I closed my eyes and pretended I was naked outside being touched up. This caused me to last a short seven minutes - I knew this from the time I sat down afterwards - and panting with my tongue out like a wee dog, I erupted. Copiously. You wouldn't have known I'd heaved three times the day before. I was still spread X in the doorway grinning at what had just happened when the doorbell rang. At length.
"Who could that be?", queried Tommy.
He got up and went to the front window for a look.
"Oh Mabel!", he called, "Ill be right there !"
"Mabel", I said, "long time since........"
"See how fast.........", Tommy interrupted, "...you can get yourself dressed and your arse plonked at the laptop there".
And he left.
I scrambled quietly so as not to make a huge noise and right enough I heard
"Come in, come in, I've just put the kettle on".
"Bastard!" I thought.
By the time they came through, I was - as instructed - sat at the laptop. I had had the foresight to switch it on as I was scrambling. Tommy introduced me as "my lad who does my laptop for me. Clears out my porn etc". Mabel laughed. I rolled my eyes. I was conscious I was being assessed. I was practically certain I smelled of sex. Well, *I* could smell it.
For the 45 minutes and two cuppies she was there, Mabel's eyes hardly left me. When she spoke to me she purred. Twice, she as near as dammit jiggled her tits at me. When I deliberately looked away, I saw her eyes drift to my crotch and her lips pursed with an approving silent "mmmmm". Tommy went in to a drawer to retrieve an envelope with photos he had apparently promised her. Whilst they pored over them, I turned back to the laptop. I thought "fuck it" and gave my cock a rub. It didn't need much encouragement to get hard but just a tweak and a rub to help it along, I replayed my tug spread X in the doorway. That helped enormously. When Tommy moved back to his chair, I turned around and opening my legs slightly and gave Mabel a full show of my cock bulging along my shorts. Her eyes were on stalks. Tommy was still rummaging through other photos he had retrieved from the drawer. A wee twist of my leg and I made sure my shorts were tenting a bit. She was ogling. I pretended not to notice and did a fake stretch with my hands behind my head. The laptop pinged and I turned back pretending to work on it. In reality I was readjusting my cock. I turned back around but so Tommy wouldn't see, announced "excuse me, I need to go to the wee boy's room" and stood up in such a way that my cock primed by me whilst turned away popped an inch out of my shorts to rest on my leg, "trapped" by my shorts. Tommy couldn't see, I pretended to be oblivious. Mabel hiccupped on her tea as I made my way towards her, my cock poking out my shorts.
"Wee boy my arse", she muttered.
"What ? " queried Tommy.
I stopped and twisted my torso towards Tommy in recognition on his query. I didn't intend it to but more of my cock slipped out. Mabel breathed loudly out her nose. If she had reached out she could have had my cock in her hand.
"Did you say something? " I asked Tommy
"No", he said, "I thought you did".
"Nope", I countered.
I rolled my eyes at Mabel as I inclined my head towards Tommy to indicate "What is he LIKE ?"
With another "excuse me", I went to the toilet.
I peed and then gave myself a quick soapy wash; pits, torso and of course cock and pubes.
Made sure nothing was peeking out and returned to my place at the laptop.
Eventually - or should I perhaps say 'thankfully', Mabel announced "Right boys, I'd better get going".
Tommy saw her to the door. I heard chit chat. I wondered if she was telling him about my 'show'.
When he returned, Tommy announced "Well you made a right impression there. You are well in".
"Well in, what?"
"Mabel", he said, "she thinks you are very handsome. The silly cow. Asked me if you were spoken for"
I rolled my eyes.
He continued "I told her she couldn't afford you which isn't true as she is loaded. She asked me how much"
"How much, what?" I asked
"Jesus", he exclaimed, "did you brains shoot out your cock when I pulled you? How much for a fuck"
"She offered you money for sex?" l laughed.
"Are you for real?" he scoffed,"..... NO, she made me an offer to pass on to you for YOU to have sex with her"
"Why the hell would she do that?" I asked, horrified.
"I told her you did tricks but were very expensive"
"You did WHAT?......... you told her..........."
"That you were an Escort"
I stared at him in disbelief.
"Aren't you going to ask ,me?", he eventually queried as I hadn't.
"No", I said, "its not happening"
"Oh come on lad", he said, "where else are you going to get £300 for fifteen minutes work? You could be on to something. If you are any good she'll introduce you to her blue rinse brigade. You can use my middle room if you want".
"Absolutely not", I snorted, "which bit of 'it is NOT happening' didn't you understand?".
Tommy looked crestfallen.
"What am I supposed to tell her?
"I don't know", I said, "here's an idea............ how about you spoke out of turn........... or maybe you auctioned off something that wasn't yours to sell"
"Will you at least............", he began
"Topic closed", I said shutting him down.
"Shit", he said, "now I feel awkward about asking a favour off you"
"No need to feel awkward", I countered, "Mabel is parked. Let's move on"
"She probably is", he laughed
"What ?", I asked, confused
"Parked............Outside. I bet she hasn't driven away"
"Your favour?" I asked.
And that was the end of Mabel as a topic of conversation. In fairness, he never mentioned her again until years later when over a brew he mentioned he had been to three funerals that week. "One of them was Mabel. You'll remember I wanted you to fuck her but you wouldn't do it".
The favour was he had a coffee morning thingy-ma-bobble the following Saturday and had been roped in to help setting up the hall AND making sandwiches. He had intended to move me to the Sunday but it occurred to him to ask me if I'd lend a hand. He had forgotten completely to mention it yesterday.
"What time?" I asked
"Opens at 11. Be there at 9 to set up. It can't be done the night before as there a recital on until 10pm. If you here for seven then we can do the sandwiches and if we've time, some 'play' before we head out. If not, I'll do you when we get back because I won't be going to lunch".
"Who knows", I said, "maybe you'll manage to do me before we go AND when we get back"
"Deal", he said, pleased.
He made another brew.
"Meant to say", Tommy said, "see yesterday when you thought Tyrone had caught you hanging out my window naked and you blew your load, I knew something had come in to your mind I just didn't know what. At that point that is the hardest I've ever felt him. Someone likes danger"
I laughed. "Maybe I just like outside".
"Hmmm" was all he said.
We slurped.
Suddenly he announced "Shit, is that the time? I've somewhere I'm supposed to be. Sorry I'll have to chuck you out".
Awww. I'd only had one tug.
Unbeknown to me at this point, next Saturday was going to be 'eventful' one way or another
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tbc
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"Where's the .........."
"In my boot. All done"
"Well bring it in so we can get started".
"No", I clarified, "ALL done. Sandwiches made. All wrapped. We can transfer them to your car or just use mine".
"So, what are we going to do in the mean time?", Tommy asked.
"Tea would be nice", I answered, "I'm parched".
Kettle on, table set up and for hour and half I was "spanked and wanked". It was just the paddle. He was saving the rest, he said, to round two when we got back. A proper 'thank you' for my efforts. I say 'wanked'. The bastard didn't let me blow. AT ALL!!!!! Kept me right on the edge as I panted and grunted.
I was right 'itchy' and horned up to hell - never mind nice red hot ass - as we left to get to the morning job.
We used my car. We got to the hall 8.55
I was introduced to Bill. Quite a handsome man, mid 60s (??) , deep wrinkles on his forehead. Lovely brown eyes that looked right in to you and held your gaze. Very firm handshake.
For the first 45 minutes I seemed to end up billeted with Bill setting up. Conversation was easy and very general. At one point I had to sort of stretch, got a whiff of him and had a mini stiffy across his knuckles. I pretended not to notice. There was no way he couldn't have noticed but he was good enough not to say anything. There was a break for a brew and there was mingling. I found Tommy.
"Oh there you are. I thought I'd been thrown over and replaced"
"Ha bloody ha", I said, "although he's nice. Easy company".
"Hmmm", said Tommy, "anyway, see that corridor over there........"
I nodded.
"...go towards the toilets but take the 2nd door on the right after the toilets, the door marked 'Private' "
"Why?", I began
"Just do as you are told"
I did and two minutes later Tommy joined me, locked the door and instructed
"Right, get em off. We don't have a lot of time"
"What..........?"
"Shhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep it quiet", he hissed, "get em off".
He had a holdall I hadn't seen him bring.
And, Oh look right there....., there was table where we were. Tommy produced two towels out the bag, one was folded and put on the table and the other on the floor.
He had to be kidding. Surely?
Apparently not.
"I want a pull of your cock. Get em off and get in to position before anyone notices we are missing".
He looked at the table expectantly.
A minute later I was in position.
Couldn't believe this was happening. I was rock hard. Maybe he was correct about me loving danger.
Tommy knelt behind me, one hand on my back 'pressing me down', the other hand, well, dear reader, you don't need told.
It was very horny hearing people outside chatting and gossiping. I tittered silently as I heard Tommy's name being mentioned.
As I was at the edge when someone tried the door.
"Strange", they said to someone, "locked. Mark will have locked it and away home with the key".
I bucked as I blew my load in glee at the 'danger'. . I couldn't make a noise.
I got up off the table silently.
Tommy was grinning and pressing his fingers to his lips. He bent down and retrieved the towel off the floor and held it up to show me.What a mess. Well splattered. No wonder it was, . I felt bandy-legged.
Tommy put the towels in the bag and zipped it up whilst I got dressed, still not believing what had happened. So much for shy retiring Tommy I referred way back Chapter 1.
"When you leave, toilets second door on left. When you get back to hall, if asked, I'm out at the car", he instructed.
"You'll need my car keys", I said
"No I won't", he said, "I'm pretending".
"You're not very good at this, are you?". I said handing him my car keys, "make a point of handing them back to me"
"But what if you haven't told anyone?"
"What does THAT matter?", I said, "make sure you do it in front of someone though".
He listened at the door, opened it, peeked out and practically threw me out closing the door behind me. I made it to the toilets without anyone seeing me.
Back in the hall I wandered about
"Oh there you are", said a voice.
Bill
"Hi", I said and in a blatant attempt to divert him added, "listen......... thanks for your company. I really enjoyed myself"
He looked bashful.
"Want to join up for part two?", he asked
"I'd be honoured", I smiled, looking right in to his eyes. He broke eye contact first. Most do.
Tommy arrived, handed me my car keys back.
"They weren't there. I must have left them at the house. But I have this.......", he said holding up the holdall, "in the unlikely event we find something we like to buy"
Tommy laughed.
"A bit louder", he said, "I don't think the chairwoman heard you"
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Part two was setting thigs out on the table.
About ten minutes later, I suddenly heard "ooooooooooooooo" and Tommy being surrounded by the chirrupers. I heard him say something and they all turned as one to look at me.
Someone waved and shouted "Thank you. They are LOVELY".
Bill put his chin on my shoulder and said "looks like they want to have your babies"
I snorted "No chance !" then added quickly "I don't think there's one there less than fifteen years past child bearing age"
"Oh, claws in son", he laughed.
"If I could sub let one to you, which would it be?", I asked maliciously. To someone I'd met not an hour ago.
I was certain I felt him grow against me.
I 'accidentally' rubbed my ass against whatever it was. It grew again.
"A gentleman never tells", Bill said.
"So which one?", I asked again, laughing, and moved away from his erection. My turn to be kind and not say anything.
"I've no idea why I've pretended to like you", Bill said.
We laughed.
"So what got them all excited?", he asked
"Sandwiches, pastries and chocolate chip shortbread", I replied.
We went over for a look.
"Oh they do look nice", said Bill.
"Yes, they do", said Tommy from behind us, "they came out really well. These shortbread squares are fucking enormous".
"Delicious and more-ish", I added then directly at Bill "make sure you get some" and stopped myself just in time from adding "...shortbread I mean".
"I hope you said 'Thank you' ", said Bill to Tommy.
"He'll get his reward when I get him back to the house........."
"I bet he will", said Bill
"....... a proper cup of tea", continued Tommy, ignoring the interruption, "instead of the pish they are serving here".
"Five minutes people", someone called
"Right", said Tommy, "fifteen minutes then we bail. I've had a look. There's nothing in the tat here I want".
Bill laughed again
"Just come right out with it"
Tommy rolled his eyes and looking at me said "That's his job. Not shy.........."
"I'll bet", agreed Bill, then asked "what's that smell?"
I shrugged nonchalantly
"Can't smell anything", I said practically certain he meant me. Mixture of post orgasm and now sweating hormones in anticipation of my 'reward' to come.
As Tommy mingled, Bill and I blethered easily about nothing.
After a bit, I noticed Tommy breaking off and, in anticipation of being 'collected', held my hand out to Bill.
"I really enjoyed meeting you", I said.
"And me you", he agreed, "I hope we meet again. I really enjoyed myself".
"Maybe next set up", I suggested.
"Who knows" he stated.
Neither of us broke the handshake.
Tommy appeared.
"Right kiddo. Let's get going. I'm gasping for a proper cuppie".
"I'm gagging too", I said pointedly, "thank fuck I'm driving rather than your 15 miles an hour".
Bill laughed
"Right guys, better let you get on with whatever you are doing the rest of your day"
"You take care", I said to Bill, "make sure you get a sandwich and more importantly some shortbread" and we left.
I was looking forward to our session. But when we got back, we both wanted a brew. It was our quickest brew, 15 mins.
"You seemed to get on well with Bill", Tommy observed.
"Yea", I confirmed, "he was nice".
"Hmmmm", said Tommy, "fancy him?"
"I hadn't given it any thought", I lied, "is he gay?"
"Married, 5 kids to three women. Not that that means anything", Tommy answered. "Right. Round 2?"
Fuck was I ready.
"The full works?", I asked.
He knew what that meant.
Tied and gagged and a lengthy workover. The fact we'd earlier had a round 1 was irrelevant.
"You've earned it", Tommy promised.
Five minutes later I was in position and he got me hard.
Five minutes of the paddle then on to the tawse.
He did 30, then 40, then 50.
He had just completed the 4th set of 50 when he announced
"SHIT !!!!! I've left the holdall at the hall. I'd better go get it. Sorry"
He started to untie me.
I made "no" noises through the gag and vigorously shook my head.
"Oh........ nice", said Tommy. "You want to go to the loo first though?"
I shook my head again.
"I won't be long", he said and left.
Inevitably, Tommy was five minutes out the door when I needed to pee. Not desperately but the idea was now in my head. I could have uncoupled myself had I wanted to but elected not to. Tommy wouldn't be long.
Five or so minutes further, with the notion in my head I needed to pee, it was all I could focus on.
Until the doorbell rang.
Cock bounced. I tittered, enjoying our secret.
Doorbell rang again.
Cock bounced again.
I heard the door being opened.
Oh crap!
What was it I had told him and TOLD him, not to go out and leave the door open a bit.
Cock bounced some more.
"Hello? Anyone there?"
I recognised Bill's voice.
"You left your bag", I heard along with unmistakable footsteps in the hall.
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Silence.
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"No one in. I'll just leave it on the doorstep", he said to himself out loud
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Thank Christ for that.
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"AAAAAAAA-TISHOO !"..... I suddenly announced my presence, albeit muffled.
Oh bollocks.
If that wasn't bad enough, there was a bubble on the end of my nose.
The bubble was the least of my immediate problems.
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"Hello?" Bill queried quite loudly, "anyone at home?"
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"AAAAAAAA-TISHOO !" ....... I confirmed.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
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Breakfast, another two shags - one on the bedroom floor, the other in the shower - before I walked him to the train station. I was well humped! Smiling at both ends. We meet up when he is back up this way - two to three times a year - and he doesn't feel daft about it any more.
On the Saturday, I arrived at Tommy's 7.30 as summoned and we had our usual session, We had a bit of 'a stooshie' over the stuff I'd bought from Costco for the sandwiches / shortbread etc in as much as I wouldn't tell him how much it was, ie I didn't want refunded and he tried to foist £100 on me!
Over our post session brew and blether - this one me sitting on chair, not one hand untied from the table - Tommy suddenly announced "Bill phoned during the week".
I tried to appear nonchalant. Heart was thumping though and dammit my cock sprung to action despite having given Tommy two loads.
"He asked me to pass on his thanks to you", Tommy said.
"That's nice", I said, "I hope he thanked YOU too for facilitating".
"Of course", Tommy confirmed, "and we had quite a chat about you. He's quite taken with you"
"Oh", I said. Couldn't think of what to add.
"What did you think of him?", Tommy probed.
"He's really nice", I said, "apart from him wanting to cane my balls. I quite liked him".
"I don't think he was serious about the balls thing. You fair enjoyed his cock", Tommy observed.
"Yea, I did", I agreed.
"He'd like to spend more time with you", Tommy said, "are you interested".
"Very", I blurted, "but I'm not sure how. He's married you said and unlikely to host".
"We discussed that", Tommy said, "there will be opportunities. He was a bit nervous that you'd say ;'no' "
"OK............", I said hesitating, not wanting to sound presumptuous, "how will it work? Are he and I swapping numbers?....."
"That's up to you", Tommy said "but I've arranged to speak to him this afternoon and we can work something out. Basically, if he is available, he lets me know and he comes around".
"Here?", I asked, knowing damn fine that was what the arrangement would be but again not wanting to be presumptuous.
"Duuuuh!", said Tommy, "where did you think it would be?"
"I don't know", I said, "at his when he could?"
"Na", said Tommy, "much better if here".
"You OK with that?", I asked tentatively.
"If I wasn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation", Tommy replied.
"I have some conditions though which are non negotiable",, I said.
Tommy raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.
"Go on............"
"I don't want him here when you and I 'play'", I said, "his bit is extra and afterwards".
"Maybe at the tail end of ours", Tommy amended, "I quite enjoyed him servicing your cock whilst I worked your ass over. You OK with me watching you being shagged?"
"Totally", I said, "but when you hand me over to him, I'm his unless he is being out of order and you have to intervene".
"Great", said Tommy, "probably two weeks today. You OK changing it to a Sunday if necessary?".
"I could come back on the Sunday to service him", I tittered.
"Tramp!" said Tommy, then added "...you said conditions. Plural".
"I don't want him taking any risks. No matter how desperate he is to do me. He comes round here when there is no chance anyone wondering where he is. I can't be worried that he is putting himself in a potential situation just for a shag. I realise it is his life and his choice but I won't be the cause of trouble for him. And no bareback. Rubbered up EVERY time, no exceptions"
"Noted", said Tommy, "I'll pass it on".
"I'm OK though with a quick 'shag and go though' " I smiled.
Tommy laughed.
And so it was two Saturday's from then, Tommy said to meet at his 6.30am. If he didn't give an explanation as to why, I didn't ask, I just did as I was told.
We had our session which included plenty 'edging' but no orgasm for me (!!!!!) and Bill arrived the back of 8 Just let himself in as arranged with Tommy.
"Was just about to have him give me a load", said Tommy, "do you want to.............?"
"Don't mind if I do", said Bill.
I smiled at the sound of his voice. Dammit to hell....... **WAS** I smitten?
"Actually", amended Bill, "leave it the now".
My smitten smile evaporated - ha ha.
With a "help yourself, don't mind me", Tommy left. As it turns out to go to the loo and get himself a coffee.
When he left, Bill came up to me and kissed my shoulder blades and then kissed my ear.
"Oh lad, I've ached for you", he said, "you OK with this?"
As it happens, where he was standing, I was able to put my face in his crotch.
I took two VERY deep sniffs / breaths, whined like a wee puppy and then pronounced "WOOF !"
I could feel his cock grow against my face.
"Oh fuck!", Bill said
"Yes please", I said. Muffled because I was gagged. Facecloth and not to mention his growing crotch.
Bill removed the gag.
"Hmmmm?"
"Rubber up and **FUCK** me", I said
He dropped his clothes where he stood in five seconds flat.
Was the first time I'd seen his cock. Framed by a FANTASTIC bush. All freshly washed.
And lovely hairy legs.
My cock was fit to bursting. I was salivating. Jeez, what a man!
I whined again and kissed then licked his pubes. As I licked, I whined
Bill gasped. "You ready for cock?", he asked.
I panted.
He was already lubing me up and by the time Tommy got back with his coffee to take his front row seat, Bill was well in his stride for my first shag of the morning.
I grunted with each thrust and twenty minutes or so later Bill filled the condom.
"I'll put the kettle on and we can get him done whilst it's boiling", announced Tommy
With Tommy gone, Bill said to me "when you blow your load", put your head back and "woof" as loud as you can.
Tommy returned,
"Right", he said, "how do you want to do this"
"It's your session", said Bill, "why don't you do him and I'll watch".
"Why don't you do him and I'll whip his arse", countered Tommy.
Bill didn't need offered twice and with a thump, he dropped to his knees and I was in his mouth
Tommy got the tawse and cane, laid brutally in to my ass with them as Bill gobbled and slurped.
I gurgled and grunted.
As requested, when I was filling Bill's throat with my load I put my head back and issued seven very loud "WOOF..........WOOF"
I gritted my teeth when Bill licked me clean. I really really hated that bit, it was very tickly but objecting would be bad manners.
"I've put a towel on the seat, just sit on that", Tommy said to Bill.
I tittered silently.
Tommy and Bill blethered. I slurped my tea contentedly.
Inevitably, I felt Bill's cock at my hole again and he slipped in. I presumed rubbered.
This one was rougher and more demanding than the first. Not faster, but I was definitely being fucked.
I grunted, the table rocked.
Slap / slap / slap went his balls off my hole.
"UUUUUUUUUUGH", he grunted as condom two was filled.
"More tea?" asked Tommy
"Great.........", said Bill, ".............can I toss him?"
"Be my guest", answered Tommy.
As Tommy did the tea, Bill got on his knees behind me.
"Howl like a wolf when you cumm", he instructed and started tossing me.
I shouldn't have been surprised, but I jumped when his face was in my crack and his tongue and stubble were in my hole.
"Didn't shave for two days", he announced before burying himself deep in me again.
I grunted and whimpered. It wasn't long before I felt load two building and I'd ejected it with loud wolf-like "OOWWW............OOOWWWW............OOOOWW" before Tommy got back with the tea. Not sure if he even knew Bill's tongue and stubble had helped me along.
Tea and blether for Tommy Billl and Bill eventually announced "right guys, I'd better get going".
"Better freshen up first", Tommy advised, "you'll be stinking of sex".
"Ha Ha", said Bill and departed as Tommy collected the dishes.
When Bill came up beside me, I smelled mouthwash so he'd helped himself there.
He kissed my shoulders then said to me "Thanks lad. I REALLY appreciate this. Can we............."
"Uh huh", I said, "so long as he's OK with hosting. I don't want to be taking advantage".
"Leave it with me", said Bill and then bit my ear!
Bill left, I was untied, I freshened up, said my thank-you etc and was on my way.
OK OK, I got dressed first before I left in case any smart-arse elects to point out I didn't mention getting dressed
Three Saturdays later, Tommy said to me "can you come next week 10am instead?"
"Sure", I said, "I'm at your disposal"
"Great", he said, "budget 3 hours or so".
tbc
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"Hi Mister", I purred and my cock bounced, "how are you?"
"Needing you", he replied and with an "oh oh...." , went and closed over the room door.
He returned and kiss/stubbled me from shoulders to lower back.
I gurgled.
He came round towards my head and I could see he was in Addidas cotton shorts and "Oh, those legs".
The clocks were due to go forward that night.
As he kissed my middle back I put my face in his crotch and sniffed audibly.
Kissed and licked his legs then quite deliberately put my mouth around the shape of his cock and bit gently.
He made no move to get undressed. He was kissing and massaging my back. It was great but I wanted him.
I whined and grabbed one leg of the bottom of his shorts in my mouth and tugged.
"Oh someone's keen", he laughed and spanked me hard five times.
"Patience !"
He went back behind me and again massaged me.
I heard him drop to his knees then his tongue and stubble were in my hole.
Gently for ten whole seconds then upgraded to rough and demanding.
He slurped, I panted. He held my legs as he panted, sometimes squeezing them as he worked.
I heard the clock chime quarter past.
Bill got up and left.
He returned and started lubing me.
"I keep my stuff here now", he announced.
Stuff? Oh............. he meant condoms and lube.
Looked like this was going to be an ongoing arrangement. I smiled in approval.
His lips found my shoulders then my neck. I smelled mouthwash. Good man, rinsing after rimming
He came round and kissed me.
He was still dressed, damn him.
"Can we be a bit different today?", he asked.
"What, you keeping your clothes on?", I asked.
"Hee hee", he said and dropped them.
My face was in his pubes without asking permission as I sniffed and licked.
""oooooooooooooh", he said in approval.
I licked and kissed his inner thigh. Actually, that's not true, I slurped noisily
"Can I whack you?" he asked.
"You are in charge", I said, "but only if you make a decent fist of it"
He put the leather paddle under my nose
"Will this do?", he asked
"Uh huh", I said, "but no pit a pat. Full arm strength or not at all"
He panted
"OK.......", he confirmed, "...........you want gagged?"
I took his cock in my mouth. A perfect gag.
He gasped in surprise. His cock endorsed my actions, stiffening.
So for about 15 mins he whacked. Couple of times I gag-mumbled "ARDER! which he did.
Much to my surprise, he then graduated on to the cane. and none too gently.
Christ that hurt! I panted in to his cock.
He whacked, I whined. It was great.
He leaned over me - cock still in my mouth - and kissed my lower back.
"You sexy lad", he announced then started lubing me again which to my surprise graduated on to a three-finger hard fuck down to knuckles.
I grunted - as I presume I was expected to - as his fingers rammed in and my hole squelched from his efforts. I also started giving his cock head a proper licking.
Eventually, he removed his fingers, gently extracted his cock from my mouth and left.
I heard him pee then I heard taps as he washed his hands.
When he returned, he asked, "You ok with a bit different?"
"I told you", I said, "you are in charge. I want you, however you want me. But demanding"
"OK", he said
"I WANT YOU", I said again.
He untied me. That confused me.
"Come on then", he said, "on to the floor"
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mmmmmmmmmmmm
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When I turned around, there was a big beach towel on the floor.
Where had that come from?
I looked at Bill who was grinning. I put my arms around his shoulder and hugging him towards me, my tongue was in his mouth for a gentle but passionate kiss.
"Hmmmmm", he said, and returned the kiss.
My God, I was horned up and wanted him. However he wanted it.
We kissed, slurped and hugged. We also grinned as we kissed.
Eventually, still kissing, he manhandled me to the floor and on to my back as he got fully on top of me, spreading my legs with his and gripping my hands tightly over my head.
I increased the passion of my kissing.
He broke for breath.
I dived in to his armpit, nose and tongue.
"Of course you did", muttered readers familiar with my other tales, particularly
The Security Guard
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I know, I know, shameful cross promotion.
I licked, sniffed, gently nibbled and also gently bit his nipple.
"Oh fuck", muttered Bill
"oh, yes please", I said
Bill laughed, "All in good time lad".
Damn. I wanted him up me right now but I'd said he was in charge. Time for the plan code-named "get me fucked" (yea, OK. Not much decoding needed there! )
I dived back in to his armpit with a passion, circling with tongue and sniffing.
I kissed his nipple and kissed down his front to his belly button.
"Uuuugh", he said
His cock slapped off my face. With great effort and self denial, I ignored it and moved my lips and tongue to that fantastic set of pubes.
Ultimately I could resist no longer and kissed his shaft ending up at his cock head. I licked around it but didn't take it in my mouth.
"WOOF !" I announced.
"Oh, seeing you asked so nice........", Bill declared, "uuuuuuuuuuugh........." as I rewarded him with his cock in my mouth.
He extracted himself and pulled me up for a kiss.
I love kissing and returned passionately. But it made me hornier for him.
I kissed his Adam's Apple and whined.
"You are one randy wee toad", Bill said.
"Oh", I pretend pouted, "will I stop?"
"Don't you fucking dare", he laughed.
He got up on his knees and stretched his arm outwards.
The condoms and lube were in his hands.
I reached for the condoms, "Can I..........."
"Sure", he said, beaming, and handed me one.
I sat up straight, like an L , ass and legs on floor.
I kissed his cock shaft as I rolled the condom down and ended up licking his balls.
He gently pulled me up by the chin and kissed me. I SO wanted him on me and in me.
Bill reached over behind him and retrieved a cushion from a chair, put me on my back with my head on the cushion.
He then lifted my legs and placed them on his and attempted to slip in. A few thrusts and he popped out.
"Damn", he said and reached over me - I got a sniff of his armpit, WOOF ! - to retrieve a cushion from another chair and put that under my back.
He slipped in again. That worked I'd only ever been fucked on my back by Brendan (see The Security Guard story, hint hint).
With my legs spread by Bill's knees and with Bill full on top of me kissing me - which was returned with enthusiasm - Bill gently fucked me.
As he banged - full length, tip to balls - he sighed in pleasure. A big "pleasure" breath came out his nose.
In truth, I wouldn't have said no to him ramming it in harder but what I was getting was very pleasurable and I was able to wrap my arms around him tightly as he did his work.
I reckon - from the clock chimes - he was 'in there' a good twenty minutes before his intensity increased and his breathing changed.
I kissed and grunted my encouragement.
Inevitably, he grunted in my mouth as he bucked and pumped out his load.
We lay there, enjoying each other.
"Oh lad.............", he sighed.
He plopped out and we snuggled. Kissing and snuggling.
I lay there enjoying his chest and his pits. He was stroking my shoulders and head.
The clock chimed 1.15
"Damn", he sighed.
"What?", I frowned.
"Soon be time to go", he answered.
"There will be other times though.............", I began.
"I'd like that", he said.
"No risks though", I said.
"Yea, I know", he said kissing my forehead, "it was made quite clear to me by 'T' what your terms were and even clearer to me that if I was suspected of breaching, you don't do second chances"
I tittered.
"Sorry.........", I said.
"No No", Bill admonished, "you are quite right"
I kissed his chest "You time for a quickie before you go?"
"No",, he said
"Oh", I said, trying and probably failing to hide my disappointment.
"I've time for a ride and sorting you. I need to be washed up and gone by 2"
I grinned. "How do you want it?"
He answered by shoving me on to my face
"Like this lad", he said, "servicing your Top"
I heard the condom being rolled on and he was in.
He lay right on top of me and spread my legs with his and he was off.
A good hard ride.
As usual, I grunted as he banged it in.
He held my hands tight as he pounded and I felt his teeth on my neck.
I just let him do what we wanted. It was gentle nibbling.
Pound pound pound, grunt grunt grunt.
As the clock chimed quarter to, he put his head back and roared.
A few moments for us to get our breath and he slipped out, rolled me on to my back and pinned my hands above my head.
"Spread!" he demanded.......... "that's just open............ WIDER".
I did as I was told.
He lay beside me and put his armpit in my nose.
WOOF WOOF! My cock bounced.
Then it was in Bill's mouth as he slurped. This was what he meant by 'sorting' me.
After five minutes he changed from mouth to his hand. Very firm grip on his rough hands.
I whined and panted as he tossed me.
He pressed his pit with force in to my face.
"Come on lad, give me that load. Come on SHOOT!"
I whined and grunted
"FUCKING GIVE ME IT", he shouted.
I whined.
My eyes were closed.
I was shocked when he slapped my face. Very hard.
Ten slaps, forehand and backhand on the other side.
"GIVE ME THAT LOAD CUNT", he demanded and his pit was back in my face and his hand on my cock.
A minute later I still hadn't blown.
"Do I have to slap you again?" he asked
"Uh huh", I confirmed.
And he did. At slap 4 i said "harder!" and he did. All the way to 20.
My face was stinging and my ears were ringing.
Pit in face, hand on cock tugging.
I could feel it building.
I grunted and panted. I was about 2 tugs away from blowing when I was back in his mouth.
I erupted like a volcano, bucking like mad and howling.
He came off me and looked at me with such fondness
"Thank you", I said.
"You are one helluva lad", he said, "....can I go first to wash up".
"Course", I said
"I don't want to go...........", he said
"Get..........", I demanded.
He laughed.
He got washed up and returned.
I had a quick wash, checked my neck in the mirror, no real damage.
When I returned he was dressed.
He looked a bit tentative
"Are we OK?", he asked
"Come here you", I responded and pulled him towards me for a hug.
"Sorry about the face", he said.
"Don't be", I said and kissed him.
"You want tied back............"
"No, I'm fine", I said
We only had two minutes snogging before the clock chimed 2.
It was only at that point I realised that my three hours was four.
"You'd better............", I said, deciding to be the one who threw him out.
"Yea", he said, "I'll see you again?"
"Only if you want to", I teased, "I don't want you to feel obliged".
He guffawed.
He kissed me again.
"Thank you", he sad and was gone.
I was just putting my shoes on when Tommy returned.
"Oh", he sad, "wasn't sure you'd still be here. You want tea?"
"No, I'm fine", I said, "I'll get out of your way".
We gabbed a bit, he'd had steak pie for lunch, it was rotten, Barbara's salmon salad looked lovely
As we got to the door, I looked at him and said "Thank you".
"You are very welcome", he said, "it's good to see you happy".
I smiled.
"He really likes you", Tommy added.
"I know", I said, "and I him".
"Good", said Tommy.
"Don't forget to put your clocks forward tonight", I said, changing the subject.
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Two weeks later, during our post session blether and brew, Tommy asked me "Do you possess slippers?"
"I have some in a cupboard somewhere", I confirmed, "a Christmas present".
He laughed
"Look them out and put them in your boot", he advised, "I might need them next week"..
I refrained from asking why.
He then increased my curiosity by adding "and I might need you here early next week, depending on the weather. I'll let you know".
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My cock got painfully hard at the possibility. Was that why I was early, did this time suit Bill? And why were we in a different room using the bed and not the table?
"Right", said Tommy, "you are ready for part 2. Slippers on".
I got up and put them on. Naked apart from socks and slippers.
"Follow me", I was instructed as Tommy grabbed two canes and left the room.
I did as asked............. followed him up the hall, through the main room, left turn in to the kitchen and watched.............. as Tommy exited the back door.
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He had to be kidding me. Surely?
Apparently not.
I stood at the back door but couldn't see him because of a huge hedge. There was a path though.
Tommy reappeared at the end of the hedge
"Come on then!"
What was I to do?
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I didn't give it a second thought and clumped down the steps, crunched along the path - the stones sounded REALLY loud - and turned left at the hedge. I nearly fainted with excitement when I saw our "normal table", on the grass with a pillow on it..........Set up for me. Well, that explained the use of the bedroom. And of course the requirement for slippers. There was also a stool a wee bit away from the table. I'd noticed a kitchen clock advising it being just after 7am; I couldn't have told you Part 1 was an hour and a half. It just went on and on. Not that I was complaining.
I didn't wait to be asked / told. I just manoeuvred myself in to position. Didn't bother to query if everything was safe, neighbours wise, I presumed we wouldn't have been there were it not (safe). I didn't know it at the time but neighbour A on one side - a policeman - was on hols, neighbour B was in hospital (had been for two months now if memory served). It was only as I was positioning myself that I noticed the table was set up with scarves at each four corners to bind me. There was also a face cloth. Tommy got to work getting me ready. It passed through my mind that my cock was so rock hard that when Tommy took a hold of it to empty me, it might snap off.
Why I was surprised that Tommy then started to cane me again, I'll never know. Was I expecting just to be tossed? On hindsight it would have been a lot of effort - tying me to the table I mean - just for that. I grunted in to my face cloth gag as the cane did its work. You mean whilst the cane did Tommy's work some of you may be cross-correlating thinking. Whack, whack accompanied by grunts. My cock bounced. Now and again in between sets he pulled my cock but denied me orgasm. I didn't care. It was horny beyond measure being 'done' outside, hearing the birds sing and feeling the slight breeze tickle my pubes and my hole.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any more bizarre, a fox turned up. It stopped and looked at us, one front paw off the ground in missed step. So here I was being caned with a witness who wouldn't grass us up. Well not to humans anyway. It occurred to me that the fox was wondering what danger we were to it. Tommy took my gag out, grabbed the stool, plonked it behind me and sat on it. Cue my tossing. I panted and grunted.
"Can't hear you", he advised, the first words he had spoken since we went outside .... "no need to be quiet".
Woo hoo! Just when I thought things couldn't get any more horny!
Inevitably, I eventually could feel it building. I grunted.
"LOUDER!" I was instructed.
I was thinking "oh oh, he didn't put down a towel" when having no sooner had I thought it that I realised I could pump out on to the grass. That thought tipped me over the edge and I blew. I put my head back and grunted loudly as I ejected. Didn't think I was going to stop. I did of course, eventually.
Tommy left to go in to the house. I was exceptionally surprised when I felt a warm wet cloth on my cock and he washed me. He had never done that. He left again and returned with a small table and a cup of tea. Just a cup though, not my usual mug.
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Today's visit was all higgledy-piggledy.
He untiled one hand to allow me to get the cup.
Not a word was spoken as we slurped.
When I was done, he retrieved the cup and table and left again. On his return he tied my hand back to the table but a bit tighter than normal and then tightened the other three 'binds'. This was weird. I wasn't gagged as he started to cane me again. Brutally. I opted not to howl TOO loudly but I was grunting as they landed.
He stopped. Took a fifth scarf I hadn't seen and tied it VERY tightly around my eyes. So tight, it hurt my head a wee bit.
As he gagged me, he announced "Right, I'd better get my paper and milk. Don't go away" and he was off.
Fucking hell! Bound naked to a table OUTSIDE IN THE GARDEN, blindfolded and gagged. The gag was about the only thing I could do anything about. I could have spat it out. Despite the fact I'm no prude, am VERY uninhibited and will have sex anywhere that is safe, my heart was pounding. Eventually it settled.
I had no idea how long I was there when I needed to pee. I tried to hold it in. Then it occurred to me "fuck it" and I added pee to the grass. I was tittering like a schoolboy and quite enjoying myself. I near had heart failure when I heard three loud deep tuts and the cane landed on my buttocks very fiercely. Twenty in a row. Tommy had never caned me so hard before. EVER. Was he annoyed I had peed on his grass?
My confusion was answered but took a different direction when I felt a crotch in my face. Someone with a hard-on pressed in to my face but with their underwear on.
Bill.
Whoop-de-Doo. But he smelled different. I didn't care. Could this day get any better?
"Hi handsome", I mumbled through my gag.
The only reply was the cane. Absolutely brutal. Harder than Bill had ever done. I whimpered as they landed and sniffed his crotch above his underwear line. My head was pulled brutally by his spare hand in to his crotch and kept there and the brutal caning continued. I was tied so tight I couldn't wriggle. I stopped counting after 85. It went on and on. Eventually it stopped and the crotch left my face. I heard the underwear being taken off and jumped when the underwear was put over my head with the crotch at my nose. I took a deep sniff and my cock responded appropriately smelling Bill's manly scent. But he definitely smelled different. I didn't stop to think why he smelled different, what he had on or didn't have on (deodorant etc wise I mean). I didn't care, I was just enjoying Bill being there.
I WASN'T surprised to feel cock at my hole and he slipped in. Actually he rammed in. Then he pounded out the hardest dicking he had ever given me. I grunted with each stroke. The only other noise was the back legs of the table. I was being fucked so hard the table back legs were coming up off the grass and landing back down. Pound, pound, pound, grunt grunt grunt. He dug his nails in to my shoulder blades and I knew he was at the edge. I smiled as I heard him fill the condom. I strained to hear his breathing but couldn't hear a thing.
"Thank you", I mumbled in to my gag.
"Huh" was the only response I got.
A hand grabbed my cock roughly. But it was gloved. Was there any end to today's surprises? Apparently not.
Short version: I was tossed roughly and as I pumped out my second load. I put my head back and issued a few gagged "woof".
I had taken a little while to blow but even then I thought "Wow!" as again I felt cock at my hole and he was in. This was his quickest turnaround fuck-1 to fuck-2.
If it were at all possible, this fucking was harder and rougher than the first. This time though he grunted as he rammed it in. I grunted in unison with him.
Grunt, grunt, grunt. The table rocked and again came off the grass at the back, rattling as it landed back down. I really thought it was going to cowp or at the very very least just collapse altogether and take us with it. I wasn't sure if I thought that funny or not. The table rocking / rattling seemed to egg him on as the intensity of the pounding increased. Or maybe his intensity was the drive and endeavour of giving himself another orgasm so close to the first. It took a while and this time he "uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh" as he filled the condom. I smiled as I heard him breathing.
"Good effort, man", I thought.
The underwear was whipped roughly and unceremoniously off my head. I sniggered as he stumbled putting them on. I got a tut for my trouble. Still not a work spoken.
"You OK?, I mumble asked. No reply.
I was given another 50 or so of the cane then I felt something being put on my lower back and I was alone again.
The 'something' on my back I later discovered was the two condoms. Tied thankfully. Trophies showing what was on offer had been taken.
There was nothing I could do now but wait for Tommy to free me. Whenever that was.
I had another pee.
"Atishoo", I snorted suddenly.
"Bless you" said a familiar voice but from afar. Tommy.
He approached.
"Hmmmm", he said, "you've been busy".
At the time I presumed he was referring to the mess of my caned arse or maybe that said arse was possibly obviously gaping. I later added the two used condoms on my back as to what he was maybe referring to.
He took my gag out.
"You OK?"
"Uh huh" was all I could manage.
I heard something landing in the grass and when I felt Tommy's hand on my cock I realised it must have been the stool.
Took a bit of effort on Tommy's part but ultimately load three was added to the grass and I gave him a good verbal as it ejected.
He untied me.
"Right", he said, "get yourself inside, washed and dressed. I'll get the kettle on".
Over the brew, not a word was said about the morning's activities. He did say about two weeks after he had thoroughly enjoyed himself then added "...but not as much as you". And before I forget, to save anyone asking, we didn't ever do it outside again. Any time I mentioned it, he laughed and rolled his eyes.
Brew done, I was on my way with "thanks" for the fun and all the surprises.
I was two minutes away from Tommy's when I needed the loo. I'd had a thought to go to the local supermarket anyway so my toilet needs reinforced the thought.
Went to loo, did what I needed to do, washed my hands and was on my way back to the front door to get a basket to do my shopping when I bumped in to Bill.
He looked surprised but beamed.
"Well HELLO!", he said, "How are you? You are looking well"
At that moment there was no-one about and he leaned in to me and whispered "..not to mention VERY fuckable".
He stepped back again.
"A nice surprise to see you. Have you time to go to the cafe for a pot of tea? I presume you've been down the road"
"Yes", I said.
"Yes?", he parroted, laughing.
"Is that 'yes' to time for tea, you've been down the road or both?"
I frowned.
"Tea", I said. He knew I'd been "down the road". He'd roughed me up and fucked me twice.
"Great", he beamed, "it's REALLY good to see you".
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Only because he dropped his wallet.
I let him carry the tray though - ha ha. We grabbed a table that would have held four and spread out. As you do.
He got out a bar of chocolate from his shopping bag and with a "you won't say 'no' to this", he gave me half.
"Tea and chocolate, what more could a guy ask for?", I enthused then added "apart from the obvious".
I winked then holding up the chocolate, belatedly said "Thank you".
Bill opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind.
"What ?", I asked.
"Nothing", he lied.
I let it go. For the moment.
Conversation was easy and flowed. Non sexual. Just like when our paths crossed in the Hall.
He was fidgeting a bit though.
"What ?", I asked again, "and don't say 'Nothing' "
He pursed his lips, opened his mouth and changed his mind again.
"You are embarrassing me", I said.
He looked shocked.
"I'm..........?"
"There's something on your mind. You want to ask me something but you keep changing your mind. I'm embarrassed I'm making you uncomfortable. OK, I'll go first........... it was fantastic. Always is with you"
He laughed
"That's not what I was going to ask............ but I need the loo".
He rushed out of his seat. Not because he was bursting but because he was fleeing.
I took the opportunity to refresh the tea and the coffee. Got a larger coffee for him.
On his return, he rolled his eyes and sighing, plonked himself down on his seat with force.
"What are you LIKE?", he groaned.
"How do you want me to answer that?", I tittered.
He joined in.
"Would you be interested in spending some time with me, just you and me?", he asked suddenly.
"We do that", I said, slightly confused.
"No", Bill said, "not you and me down the road arranged with 'T', you and me at mine arranged with you and me"
"YOURS ?", I whisper / gasped, dribbling tea down my shirt.
He nodded.
"I...........ehm.............", I floundered.
"Oh", said Bill crestfallen, "I'm sorry............I.............ehm".
"No no", I said gently, "I never imagined in a gazillion years that would ever happen. It wasn't on my radar as feasible. You are married. How would it even be possible............?"
"And more importantly", I added, "why on Earth would you want to?"
He looked right in to my eyes
"Ehm............."
"Oh no!", I thought, "here we go", wondering if he was about to declare his love. It's happened before with married men who discover cock / arse, or perhaps finally do something about suppressed desires and act like a love sick teenager..
"I'd just like to spend time with you. Just you and me", Bill said.
"You mean pubs and cinema and such like?", I asked.
Bill tutted
"If that's all that's on offer but I meant sex. At mine. Just you and me chilling. I ehm..............."
"Ehm.............what?", I probed.
"You're not making this easy", Bill complained.
I frowned.
"I'm not aiming to make it difficult", I said, "Spit it out. I just don't know what is on your mind"
"You", interrupted Bill. He swallowed.
"I'm making a fool of myself", he said, "Why the hell would you".
"Hey.!", I scolded, "that's enough !! Why don't you pretend we've known each other for ten years and can speak about anything"
"That's just it", Bill jumped in, "I feel we HAVE known one another years".
"Well people who can talk about money or sex can generally talk about anything else", I added.
He looked at me and gave me a tight smile.
I raised my eyebrows in a "Come on then" invite.
"Long story short", Bill began, "my wife does shifts. Sometimes that gives me the house to myself at weekend. I was wondering if you'd like to come to mine for social and sex after you've been down the road".
My turn to open my mouth and close it. I was wondering how to frame the question. I came right out with it.
"What are the chances of us being caught?", I asked.
"Absolutely none", he said. "Honestly".
I nodded an acknowledgment of the statement.
"I just would like 'you and me' time and to get to know you better", Bill offered.
I nodded again.
"I see", I said. I looked at him and tilted my head.
"Are you falling in love with me?"
"No", he said immediately, "but cards on table...... I might be in LUST with you. I've had a few wanks thinking about you."
I covered my ears
"LA LA LA LA LA......", I said a bit too loudly.
People turned to stare. OOOPS!
Bill rolled his eyes.
"Hones to fuck lad! ...... Where was I?..........The thing is............. prior to mounting you, I'd not had sex in.............."
"Too much information", I headed him off.
"I'm happy for you to know", Bill said, "but I'll park that for the moment. Setting the sex aside for a moment, I've never felt so comfortable in company as I do with you. I've been entertaining the notion that we could be mates who have sex. Regular sex. But not an item.".
I nodded my understanding.
"I've taken up running again", he added
"Running?" I frowned, confused.
"Yea............", Bill said, "............ to ehm", he hesitated, "............to make me a bit fitter to......."
"... to handle me", I interrupted, not quite sure where his sentence was going and more importantly not sure I wanted to know.
He laughed.
"Well, that's a by product".
"Are those the days you come to Tommy to fuck me?", I asked.
He shook his head.
"I take it you mean the wife's shifts rather than the running. No, they are additional times. Maybe once every three or four weeks".
"I wouldn't want you to stop coming round down the road",, I said, "he'd think we had fallen out. He quite likes hosting for you and me to get it on. He's quite generous that way".
"Agreed", said Bill.
"You wanted to cane my balls", I accused.
"No, I DID NOT!", Bill said sternly, "I'd never been in that sort of situation before. I thought it might be expected. Silly as that sounds now".
I nodded again. I was doing so quite a lot.
"And that brings me on to a point since you brought it up", Bill continued. "I want us to have sex. You and me. Both participating".
"I'm almost sure I did participate", I chimed in.
He laughed.
"No. I mean I want you to be an active participant. I don't want you tied. The best sex we had was rolling about on the floor".
"Didn't you enjoy..............?", I began, about to refer to this morning.
"Of **COURSE** , I did", Bill enthused, "and I know you enjoy being taken and I've enjoyed the sex with you bound and gagged. And we can do that down the road. But when it is you and me I want you to be an active participant".
"I don't ever Top", I said.
"Christ, I'd lamp you if you tried", Bill confirmed.
"Noted", I said, pleased
"And there's another point", Bill said, "I enjoy spanking you. And caning you. Or more importantly I enjoy how much you enjoy it. But I hated the face slapping"
"So why did you do it?", I asked
"Seemed right at the time. But I hated myself after it".
We looked at one another.
"Can I speak?", I asked.
"Of course", he said, nodding but his breath was catching.
"I really like you", I said.
He beamed.
"and I think you are very attractive...........and the thought of extra time with you is appealing. You are incredibly sexy. The smell of you gets me leaking"
Bill blushed "Aw shucks"
"and not to put too fine a point on it, you are a good shag. Or rather you bang a good one out. Or three. If I have any reservations, it is these.............. I don't want any risks taken. Period. You saying how fuckable I looked whilst standing at the checkout was a bit..........."
"Sorry", offered Bill, looking about him.
His point was noted. Sort of.
".No one can hear us here..........and call me old fashioned.............. I don't want sex with you in the marital bed".
"It would be my bed", clarified Bill
"Your bed?", I asked.
He nodded
"We have separate rooms. Not shared a bed in............."
"ah ah", I scolded. He rolled his eyes.
"Aside from your marital vows. Would you be breaching any other agreements / promises?"
"Like what?", he asked, looking confused.
"That you play away and don't bring your extra marital rutting in to the house".
He spat his coffee out and chortled.
"No no. And anyway, even if I was, that's my pigeon and nothing to do with you. It's not as if the neighbours - assuming they notice owt - are going to see me entertaining another woman".
He looked at me.
"You really are a piece of work, aren't you?"
I pursed my lips in amusement, assuming it was a compliment.
There was a silence. I broke it.
"When did you have in mind?", I asked.
"Now", he stated
"NOW ?" I repeated, dribbling tea down my shirt for the second time.
"Yea", said Bill, "I want you. I'm as horny as hell. My cock is tangled up in my underwear. Do you have the time and the inclination?"
My heart thumped.
Too bloody right I did.
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Bill was snogging the face off me whilst unbuttoning my shirt then his own. In short, he was naked in seven seconds flat. I lunged for his pubes for a lick and sniff.
"uuuugh", he gurgled as he reached down to get my "lower off". My trousers got caught in my shoes.
"Fuck it !" Bill declared.
"Yes please", I confirmed.
He got off me temporarily - a whole two seconds I mean - to pull my trousers off with my shoes caught in them and all were flung away. That done, he reached in to the bag for a condom, pre-opened in the car as it happens and rolled it on and added lube.
I watched all this with a big grin on my face.
He got up, went through a door, returned two seconds later with two HUGE cushions which he put above my head.
Immediately he flipped me the threw me so chest and head landed on the cushions.
I didn't have time to gasp has he mounted and slipped in. With all the dicking I'd had earlier there was no resistance.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH", Bill grunted and grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head he started pounding.
He was having a good hard fuck, there was no two ways about it.
I grunted enthusiastically.
Pound pound pound.
We were as one as his balls slapped off me rhythmically.
Eventually / inevitably, Bill's breathing changed and his riding increased.
"uuuugh / uuuugh / uuuugh" he grunted as he fired.
We lay there smiling for a few minutes.
"Thanks lad", he said.
"My absolute pleasure", I agreed.
Bill got up.
"Untangle your clothes then join me in the shower", he said.
I did I was told.
"Was that it?" I wondered.
I followed the noise of running water.
Jeez the shower was huge. Would hold four people. Why would someone want a shower THAT big.
Bill beckoned me in with a big grin. I couldn't help but notice he was still hard and it looked like he had a fresh condom on.
I stepped in.
Bill put his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a snog. It was slow, gentle and dare I say it, loving. I felt really wanted.
He broke the kiss and soaped my chest. He looked so content.
As he soaped my shoulders he turned me around. He soaped my hole then spreading my legs with his he slipped in again.
I grunted in appreciation.
He didn't thrust to start, just pulled me close to him as he soaped my chest and kissed my neck.
I sighed in pleasure and pressed back against him. His hand worked its way down to my throbbing cock to soap it.
I whined.
He grabbed it firmly and started to wank me. I pressed back against him. He spread wider to balance us then started to gently ride my ass.
For ages he wanked me as he fucked. His 'spare' arm was across my chest.
Then he gripped harder and his hand was pulling a bit rougher. and hs cock was also banging in.
Me, I just wallowed in the quadruple pleasure: cock being pulled / arse being ridden /neck being muzzled / shower water pouring down now creating a bit of steam.
I could feel orgasm starting.
"uuuugh", I warned.
"Let it out lad", he whispered, "give me that load".
My legs started to shake.
I was so caught up in my impending orgasm I didn't notice Bill's teeth grazing my neck. But shortly before I exploded, he pulled me closer ./ tighter, increased his pounding and sank his teeth in to my neck. He chewed as he pounded, holding me tight, pulling my cock.
Harder he pounded and chewed.
I exploded with a roar, my legs near buckling and if it were at all possible his neck chewing increased.
I grunted and bucked and moments later Bill's legs shook as he joined me grunting as he spurted in to the condom.
I tried to squeeze my hole as he was orgasming but I didn't have the strength.
We stood there, still 'coupled' as the water rained down on us.
Eventually Bill plopped out.
He soaped my cock and balls then rolled the condom off his cock and soaped himself.
We got out the shower. Bill produced a big fluffy towel and patted me dry.
"Cuppie?" he offered
"That would be great", I said.
I stood in the hall, naked, as he made the brew. Wasn't sure what else to do.
Bill returned with two mugs, handed me one, and with a kiss grabbed my spare hand, led me upstairs in to a bedroom.
He was beaming like a kid who had got an XBox for Christmas
He put his tea down and went in to a drawer, producing a HUGE bath towel.
He put it down on the bed, retrieved his tea, plonked himself down and patted the space on the towel beside him.
I sat down obediently. His arm went round my shoulder and he kissed me again.
"Thanks lad", he smiled.
"You are welcome", I said, "where DO you get your stamina?"
"You", he answered, "you are like fucking Viagra to me".
"I think", I sniggered, that sentence has too many words and needs re-arranged in to,.....
you like fucking me.
"Ha ha", he chortled.
"And I fucking love it", I added.
We slurped contentedly.
"Are you in a rush?", Bill asked suddenly.
"Not really", I said.
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Eventually:
"Can I ask you something?", ventured Bill.
"Course", I said
"Your arse", he said
"Pert and fuckable", I chimed in.
"It is that", agreed Bill, "but it's a right mess".
"It relaxes me", I headed him off,, "I've given up wondering why. I enjoy putting my trust in someone to abuse me without abusing my trust. I love the eroticism of it".
"Hmmmm", said Bill. "You OK that we don't do that here? That's for down the road. Here is for intimacy and rutting"
"You said as much down the cafe", I reminded him.
He nodded.
"But you fuck me down the road too", I declared / instructed.
"Uh huh", he said.
"You know", I confessed, "I quite like Tommy watching you fuck me"
"Tramp", Bill retorted
"I like him seeing you take me. You giving me a hard demanding ride. Burnishing your credentials"
Bill chortled.
"You still haven't said how we are gonna play this", I said, "how will I know when I'm summoned here"
"We will work something out", Bill said.
And we did.
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For the next three months or so, Bill invited himself to Tommy's every two to three weeks to join in my leathering and then gave me a dicking whilst Tommy had a front row seat.
When Tommy was brewing Bill might whisper in my ear "You OK for mine next week?"
The arrangement was I'd meet him at the supermarket. There was no way I was turning up at his house just in case plans had changed.
You'd think that we'd arrange something by text or email but I was still at the stage of being incredibly nervous about those options.
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At Tommy's, I got leathered, caned, tossed and fucked.
At Bill's it was massage, snuggling and rutting.
I did check with Tommy he was OK with Bill visiting.
He loved it.
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And so it was I was on my fourth visit to Bill's over a period of three-ish months, I really felt we were getting close.
Not an item. Guys who enjoyed each other's company. We spoke about everything and confided in one another.
And fucked. Lots. Some of it gentle - always full length, tip to balls - a lot of it not so gentle.
I loved everything Bill and I did but I particularly enjoyed our good hard fucks. Not 200 miles per hour, just good hard manly bed creaking hole stretchers. I also enjoyed when we shared a shower. A very soapy affair with loads of bubbles and lather. We had a few shower-shags without falling over. He enjoyed tossing me there and 'making' me shoot for him. Always behind me - sometimes up me at same time - as I spread wide and leaned back against him. Knowing I liked it, he was verbally aggressive and demanding when I was near the tickly bit where we could both pretend I heaved on demand: "Come on, give me that load you little c*nt, come on! I don't have all fucking day........get it out.........SHOOT!" was one of his better ones as I pressed hard against him and complied, shuddering that much I really thought my legs were going to give way underneath me.
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This particular afternoon, we'd fucked twice so far and we were having cuppie and crisps.
As we slurped, Bill fidgeted.
"OK", I said, "out with it"
"Out with what ?", he asked
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not talking about your cock", I shot back, "whatever is on your mind"
"What makes you think there something on my mind?".
"Because", I advised, "when you are nervous, you pick your fingernails"
Bill stopped and looked at me
"Fuck. Does anything get past you?"
I sighed through my nose and raised my eyebrows.
"Are you gonna tell me?", I demanded, deliberately mangling my grammar.
"Ehm.......... well........... I was wondering............ ehm............if............ehm."
"No", I interrupted.
He looked at me open mouthed
"But you don't know what I was going to ask".
"Seems like it is already in the past tense", I said, "and whatever it WAS, given you are embarrassed about it, I'm not interested"
"I'm not embarrassed. I'm nervous" he said
"Just as bad. How can you be nervous about speaking about something to someone whose hole you ride with such relish. Never mind all that other stuff we have spoken about".
There was a silence. Which grew.
I slurped loudly and burped.
"Pardon"
"Fucking pig", Bill elbowed me in the side.
"Thank you", I said amiably.
More silence.
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"I'm not in love with you", Bill announced suddenly.
"Good", I answered
".....but I really enjoy your company, not just the sex. I look forward to seeing you"
"and I you", I said back.
"Really?", he asked
"No", I said, "I thought it the polite thing to say"
Bill screwed his face up and pursed his lips.
"C*NT !", he declared
"Thank you", I said again.
"It was your cue to say something nice", Bill tutted.
"You make a great cup of tea", I offered
He groaned
"and you bang out a good ride", I added..
"You DO enjoy it, don't you?", Bill looked at me askance
Why the hell was he so insecure?
"Fucking love it", I said, "you wouldn't get anywhere near me if I didn't. I don't let you ride me out of charity".
Bill half sniggered
"Well that's me told".
Even more silence
"I take it you are pulling my chain", Bill eventually said.
I looked at my hands
"Nowhere near it. Not pulling anyone right now".
He sniggered and put his mug down.
He lifted his arm up to ruffle my head and I got a whiff of his armpit
In spite of myself, I gave myself away
"Uuuugh", I said softly and sniffed. Then licked.
"You are SO easy", Bill advised and gently manoeuvred me on to my back as he lay down beside me half on his side with my face was on his chest and armpit.
I sniffed, licked, kissed, nibbled with appropriate appreciative noises.
Bill kissed the top of my head.
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Suddenly he put his arm around my neck / shoulder and pulled me in to him.
"Are we OK?", he asked.
I looked right in to his eyes.
"Of COURSE we are!", I said.
This insecurity was getting on my nerves but in fairness I might have contributed, pulling his chain earlier.
"I really enjoy you being here", he said, "just you and me"
"I enjoy it too", I said, "Very much. You are a handsome, sexy man and good company"
Bill smiled a smile of smiles.
He kissed me.
"Would you be interested in spending a night with me?"
"Sure", I said, "if an evening suits you better than an afternoon".
"No no, I meant an OVER-night. Sleep together. Wake up together. That's what I was nervous about asking you"
I looked at him confused. This was a change in direction.
Being able to spend an overnight with him was a fantasy of mine but was never on my radar as a possibility and I had never ever intended to mention the thought.
"An OVER-night ?????" I asked
"Uh huh", he nodded. "I'd really like that. It was my wife's idea"
I froze.
And I am sure my breathing stopped. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears. My arse felt as if it was going to explode.
I moaned slightly like a wounded animal.
"Your WIFE'S idea?" I croaked.
He nodded, pleased, oblivious to my horror.
"An overnight was your wife's idea?", i asked, just to be sure I was hearing him right.
"Yea", he said, "all her suggestion".
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
When and how had this conversation taken place and why was I just finding out about it now? Unless it was just this week.
What next? Did she want to meet me? My arse quacked. I could feel the blood running down to my ankles.
I felt sick and faint in equal measure
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we put the bones on our plans for the 'overnight'
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"So, tell me about this gathering", I said
"Not much to tell", he replied, "Gather from 2 or something. A buffet so far as I know. Some will get pissed. I'm sure some will get high and some both"
"High?", I queried, "on WHAT? The smell of Deep Heat?"
Bill frowned in confusion then the penny dropped
"C*nt !", he announced, and elbowed me.
"Stop assaulting me, you", I fake demanded, "I am very fragilly"
He tittered.
"I hope you won't be too pissed to get it up", I said,
"Like hell", he declared.
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In essence, Bill would come in to the 'big city', check in to the hotel and then go to this reunion about 2.30 / 3.
Around about seven, he'd bail and meet me. His checkout time Sunday was 12 noon, his train home 12.40
The time between 7pm Saturday and 12 noon Sunday was ours.
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I decided it was time for me to stop being such a prick about swapping mobile numbers. Unless we were contactable, we might miss one another on the Saturday, I floated as such with Bill.
He readily agreed. I insisted that comms would be chatty and informal, no sexual content or innuendo. He rolled his eyes. We swapped numbers. He gleefully showed me he had added me to his phone book as 'Baldy'. I changed his to "Shags me hard" and showed him. He gasped. I had a quick fumble with my phone.
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"Text me", I demanded, turning the volume right up.
"Why?" he asked frowning
"To make sure you've got the number right", I said
"I'm quite sure I have", he offered
I raised eyebrows
"OK fine !!!", he said, "a quickie that just says Hi"
He pressed send
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A moment later, MY phone rang out loudly with the first trumpety verse of
"A quick sniff of...." (the wee brown bottle, not allowed to use the 'P' word)
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and it went like this (as I said, loudly) :
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When I was just a lad
I learned that anal sex was bad
The church said it was a dirty rotten sin
(Tra, la la la la)
Then I learned from other guys
That no matter what the size
There's a SIMPLE trick.
To HELP you take that D...I.....CK.................
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"Wot the fucking hell......." was the wide eyed query. Not unexpectedly - ha ha.
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"Your own "incoming message tone", I advised.
He looked at me, choosing his words carefully.
"What happened to discretion?", he asked,
"Would you like me to change it?" I asked
"Uh huh. I dread to think what the next verse would be"
I opened my mouth and took a deep breath as if I intended to go to the chorus
"It was RHETORICAL musing", Bill growled.
"OK OK", I said, fake scrolling, "I think I've got..............."
"Something traditional, how about the default tone", I was instructed.
"OK", I said, "............ there you go. Done. Not that there owt tradditional 'tween thee and me."
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"I meant to ask", I said suddenly, "will that Saturday be one of them you come to Tommy's to pound me?"
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Silence
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"What ?", I asked concerned
"I was going to speak to you about that", he said awkwardly.
I raised eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders in a silent "AND....?" query
"Ehm.............", Bill said
"Oh here we fucking go", I said., "............WHAT? "
"Ehmmmm............."
"Oh for Christ sake", I snapped. You could feel the tension in the air rising.
"What IS it?.................You want to stop coming to Tommy? How are we gonna explain THAT?"
"No no no !", jumped in Bill, "I ehmmmmmmmmmmmm"
"Bill", I said, "I am getting FUCKING sick of this reticence on your part"
He looked at me horrified
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"Ehmmmmmmmmmmmm"
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Looking back, I realise now that the bump on my head had decreased my tolerance of what was playing out.
"You know what?", I said, very unreasonably, "SHOVE it. Whatever it is I'm not interested"
"Oh come on", Bill tried, "Why are you so angry? I'm frightened of offending you"
"Earth to Bill", I interrupted "That ship has fucking SAILED" and I banged my empty mug on the side table for good measure.
It was lucky it didn't break. Jesus, I was being a dick.
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Bill looked past me
"Just checking", he explained, "to see if you owe me a mug as well as a lamp"
I fumed. And then the worst thing happened.
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I have this fault in my system, that on the very rare occasion my anger gets volcanic, when I start to calm down, my system tries to cool me down with tears. Not "boo hoo" or "poor me", just sort of...... well I don't know.............
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And so it was, I started to leak. Copiously. And a moment later, I was sniffling for good measure.
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"OH NO! ", said Bill, putting an arm around my shoulders, "Come on. It's only a mug for goodness sake".
"Get off me", I sniffled but made no effort to extract myself.
"Come on, come on", Bill soothed
"I.......", sniffle sniffle........."I'd better get up the road"
"Absolutely not", said Bill, "not in that state. Anyway, I owe you a shag and a shag you are getting"
I sniffed
"Why don't I brew up............."
I shook my head
He kissed me on the top of head
"......... then I'll man up and tell you the favour I need from you for our Saturday/Sunday extravaganza fuck-fest"
"OK, I said in a wee tight voice.
"I hadn't finished........... and afterwards, we FUCK"
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I nodded, I'd have jumped straight to the fuck but I wanted to hear what was on his mind.
Anyway, you can't have too much good tea and Bill did a good brew.
"Good lad", he enthused, "now pass me your mug".
I did and away he went.
Five minutes later I heard a loud "Jesus", followed by a very loud smash and a "FUCK IT"
I chortled like a three year old. I hadn't heard an "ouch" so I was presuming he hadn't got burnt.
I wondered what the details were.
Bill came through holding something in his fingers. I couldn't make out what.
"The handle of your mug came off when I lifted it to bring our cuppies through", he said
I guffawed, delighted.
But I did have the decency to blush.
"Thanks for your sympathy", said Bill
I chortled again.
"I could have been BURNT", he scolded
I hooted.
"Uh huh", said Bill, "I'd better just get the tea".
"Watch your feet", I called. He flipped me a deserved middle finger
I heard broken cutlery being swept up.
I tittered again, That bump on the head was really having fun with me.
Then I stopped laughing as I felt a bit dizzy. I decided not to let on. Might cause some un-necessary panic.
Bill came through with the tea.
"What are you LIKE !" he asked, giving me a kiss and handed me a mug. I was delighted it was taller than the previous one. More tea
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I slurped and was going to say "Out with it" but decided to give him his chance to start,
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He did
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"You asked me if the Saturday of our overnight coincided with me humping you down the road"
I nodded, refraining from interrupting.
"The favour I was going to ask you.......... and please don't be offended............"
I tutted
".... would you consider not going to Tommy that day"
I raised my eyebrows
"It sounds silly. I love fucking your striped arse, really I do but...............ehmmmmmmm......... jeez I'm gonna sound like a soppy old git........"
I sighed. Loudly
"OK OK............. I'd really like, just once, that we have a day when it has just been you and me. No-one else has had you"
"No one else WOULD have fucked me", I said facetiously.
Bill's turn to tut.
"Please?"
"And what do I say to Tommy?", I asked
"I don't know", said Bill, "make something up. Or phone him the day before and say you have diarrhea"
"I will do no such thing!", I admonished, "first of all, I hate fibs. Passionately. Second.......... diarrhea??? That is just asking for trouble. Years ago, I stayed at a pal's for a weekend and at some point he invited me to spend my holiday Monday there in addition. I thought 'why not' and said 'why don't I pick you up from work on the Monday and take you to dinner before I head up the road. As it happens, on the Monday morning, I heard him on the phone. When I got up he told me he had phoned in sick. Told them he had diarrhea. I wasn't impressed. Guess what he had on the Tuesday? Three fucking days of it"
"Oh shit", said Bill
"No", I said, "Liquid shit"
"Yuch", said Bill
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I thought a few thoughts.
"Can I ask something of YOU?", I asked
"You are GETTING fucked in a moment or so"
"Ha ha", I sniggered
"Course you can", said Bill, "shoot.............."
"Our evening together", I said, "now hear me out to the end. And it is QUITE all right for you to say 'no'.......... "
"Now who's going around the mulberry bush?", I was queried
"Zip it", I instructed, then continued, "I am so looking forward to being with you. Sex and snuggling and sex. But we have plenty time for that. I was wondering if, after we hook up that we delay going back to the hotel, if you'd like to come to a couple of my pubs"
"You own pubs do you?", Bill interrupted, "I didn't know that"
"Fuck off", I said, "you know bloody well I meant gay bars. And before you say 'what if I saw someone who knew me', your response is you know I am gay and you don't give a stuff. I'm your pal. End of. The thing is, I'd really like you to see that part of my life, share a wee bit of it. Actually, to be honest, I'd be loving showing you off"
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"Hmmmm", said Bill, "does one equate the other............. visit gay bars, you don't visit Tommy".
"No, I said, "but sort of on that topic and moving sideways slightly, do you get taken to train station Saturday and collected Sunday".
"Nope", he said, "make my own way both ends"
"OK.........", I said, "how about I say to Tommy I can't make it on the Saturday and offer the Sunday afternoon instead. That has happened before when he can't make the Saturday. Would you be ok knowing I was departing from you to go to him tor..............."
"Totally", said Bill, "I just wanted once where you were pristine and virgin"
"Fuck", I said "my virgin status was gubbed years ago", then for devilment added "maybe even date wise before yours"
"You cheeky bastard...........", Bill sniggered........."why did you ask about the train station?"
"Because", I said, "I could drop you off at the train station and then head over to Tommy"
"Oh! ", said Bill, "sounds like our plans are growing arms and legs. Would you do that for me........... delay Tommy for me"
"It would be a pleasure", I replied.
"And I would be very privileged", "Bill said "to be let in to your world and join you in the pubs"
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I grinned a grin of grins.
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"I'm sorry about earlier", I offered, "blubbering............."
"Oh away you go, you big lump", Bill said, "it made me love you all the more"
Damn............... the "L" word. I decided not to react
"Back to the pub visits", Bill said, "can we put a time limit on it. I don't want us sailing back to the hotel at 1am. Maybe a few beers then a lot of sex"
I nodded
"And on the topic of sex...........", said Bill, "...have you finished your tea?"
"No", I said impishly.
Bill took the mug from me and placed it on the side table.
He rolled me over
"The correct answer laddie was 'yes'.......... your Top is very randy and.........."
"Needs his hole", I jumped in
The hard slap to the back of my head not only forced my face in to the pillow, it hit my sore bit and I saw stars, Thought I was gonna pass out
"Oooowwwwwww", I whined.
Bill ignored me, oblivious to my woes.
"If memory serves", said Bill as he gently lubed me up, "you asked me for something earlier for which I agreed"
"Uh huh", I gugrled, reacting to his gentle lubing
He kissed the back of my neck
"What do you need? Hmmmm?"
"You", I panted, "I need you".
"You have me", said Bill, "I am right here"
Bastard!
"Fuck me", I demanded
"No no", said Bill, "That wasn't what you said"
"WAS !!!!!!", I said, "FUCK ME"
"Oh tut tut", said Bill, running his stubble down my spine
"uuuugh", I whined, then playing along I said "Please Bill, fuck me. I need you"
"But it wasn't what you said you needed", admonished Bill
What the hell was he playing at? I *HAD* said........... then I remembered
"COCK!", I whined, "Please, I NEED COCK"
"Exactly as I remember", agreed Bill, and placing his cock on my arse cheeks and up my back he asked
"Will this cock suffice?"
"YEEEESSSS", I said
"Yes what?"
Damn him!
"Yes PLEAASE"
"Yes please, what?"
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AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGH
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"Yes please! Please slip your lovely cock up me and FUCK ME"
"That sounds like a plan. How hard do you want it? Scale of 10 to 20?"
"THIRTY SEVEN !"
I was glad to hear HIM gasp
"Fuck me! Slip that beautiful cock up me and FUCK ME HARD"
"Happy to oblige", said Bill and slipped in, having silently rubbered up as he made me beg for it.
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And I am happy to report, he was as good as his word.
The bed creaked noisily as he banged the arse off me.
And yes, I grunted like a wee pig.
A good 15 minutes later HE grunted as he filled the condom.
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He lay on top of me.
"Oh lad", he eventually said "you are some ride"
I smiled.
We lay like that for about 20 mins. Not speaking, just enjoying being together.
He patted my shoulder
"We'd better get showered"
It was a lovely soapy shower.
In that enormous shower of his.
I wasn't surprised when he slipped in again.
Taking what was there. What stamina.
It started off as a slow ride but quickly became a rutting, his arms held tightly around my upper chest as he kept my legs open with his and his balls slapping noisily off me as he pounded.
When he shot his load he howled gutturally with each spurt.
It was fantastic.
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He soaped me up again, and washed me out, giving me a four finger fuck in the process.
With his other hand, he started to toss me.
I leaned back in to him.
He took his fingers out my arse, rinsed them under the spraying water then clamped his hand VERY firmly over my mouth
"Come on c*nt", he said, "Give me that load"
I stiffened under his other hand.
"SHOOT", he demanded, "Come ON. I don't have all fucking day. GIVE THAT FUCKING LOAD".
I whined as I felt it building.
His hand was really forced over my mouth and he pulled my head back roughly to his chest
"I WANT THAT FUCKING LOAD C*NT", he shouted
I whined louder. It was nearly there
"DON'T KEEP ME WAITING..........." then at the top of his voice he hollered
"DON'T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN............ SHOOT !!! GIVE ME THAT FUCKING LOAD"
and to my surprise and shock, holding me very firmly against him, hand over my mouth, he sank his teeth in to my neck.
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BIG time.
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As he pulled my cock whilst simultaneously squeezing my mouth he was viciously chewing my neck.
I was about to blow and started to shake.
His chewing increased.
It was when, with the hand clamping my mouth he used his index finger and thumb to squeeze my nose, not completely closed nostrils but the hard nose pinch was our 'pretend'......... THAT was when I blew, tipped over the edge. I grunted in to his hand, leaning back on him and spurt after spurt erupted out of me.
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Ultimately he stopped wanking me and soaped me gently.
I grunted and gurgled at his touch.
He switched the shower off,
He whispered in my ear "You are one fucking sexy randy son of a bitch and so damn uninhibited. So damn up for it"
and he kissed my neck gently.
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He towelled me dry, then himself.
Not a word was spoken.
We stepped out the shower and got dressed, Again, in silence,
He gave me a hug and a BIG kiss
"Thank you my friend", he said, "what an afternoon".
I beamed.
"Thank YOU", I said, then added "You do a great cup of tea"
We laughed.
He saw me to the door.
We kissed again before he opened it.
"See you soon", I said
"I can't wait", he said
"Me neither", I agreed.
When I got out of his estate and a few sets of lights, I stopped the car to check my nookie badge. Jesus, I was going to need a lot of toothpaste before I went out.
I started the car and was about to get going when my phone tinged.
Instinctively, I checked it.
A one word message from Bill : Thankyou.
I replied "Welcome. Always. And thanks back by the troughload"
Beaming like there was no tomorrow, I headed up the road, knowing we were having an overnight very soon
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"just catching up with this baldy git" and turning to me asked "have you heard from Amanda?"
"Jeez", I frowned suddenly "sobering up" , "I've not heard from or of Mandy in about two months. Last I heard she had decamped down to Grimsby. I'm not sure if she has 'popped' yet"
"Popped?" queried Chris's colleague.
"He means given birth", tutted Chris, and to me............. "honest to fuck, you have a right turn of phrase!"
I shrugged, too busy trying not to burst in to flames from the laser glare I was getting from Bill who realised he had been 'had'.
"You've met my partner...............", Chris began
"Partner?", I asked, looking at the colleague then back at Chris, "I always thought you were straight............."
"Jesus!", said Bill, finding his voce again
"Very funny............", Chris said, ".NOT!.............don't fucking start".
His colleague glared. I decided I didn't want introduced.
"So where are you two headed?" asked Chris
"Wetherspoons", said Bill, as simultaneously I said "the Goose"
"Hmmmm", said Chris, then added, "wish I could have a drink. I'm parched".
"Me too", agreed the colleague.
"I can get you a carry out", I offered
"Huh", said Chris, "small matter of drinking on duty, misconduct in a public office. Et-cetera, et-bloody-cetera".
"Newsflash officer", I said, "pubs do soft drinks".
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In my periphery vision, I saw the deputy manager from the pub we had just left outside having a ciggie.
"Haw Brenda", I hollered, "what softies do you have in cans?"
"As you well know..............", she said, then rattled off the list anyway.
I looked at the two officers.
Chris jumped in with his choice, obliging his colleague to do likewise.
I got out a tenner
"Be a doll", I said to Brenda, "and get me.............."
"What did your last slaave die of?", she queried
"Not doing as she was told !", I declared, then added "just do this for me please, and I won't spank you for starting smoking again"
"Yea right", Brenda said, "give it your best shot but be warned, these gents here won't be fast enough to stop me pasting you!!!"
I quite believed her.
"Please?", I asked.
"I presume it is for these two hotties in uniform", she asked.
"These two MARRIED hotties in uniform", I amended,
She shrugged,
"Your point, caller?" and snatching the tenner from me she said "I'm keeping the change"
Once she was gone I said "She will put them through waste and the tenner will go in the tips jar".
"Not sure I want to know that", Chris said.
"Just wanted you to know, you'll be supping stolen property", I advised, grinning.
Young Davie from the kitchen came out with a white carry-out type flimsy carrier bag, just like the one from the chippie.
"Oh, it's you", he said, "Bren said to give this to Baldy with the two hot constables"
The three guys laughed.
"Bitch!", I declared,
I opened the bag and had a look inside. It would not have surprised me if she had put her mobile number in there too. She hadn't. Well not that I could see. What it did have was two EACH of the guy's choices, four bottles of water plus some peanuts, crisps, sandwiches and fuck knows how many sausage rolls. . They don't sell sandwiches or sausage rolls and they were wrapped in tissue. I couldn't imagine where she had purloined them from. Perhaps from a buffet meant for next door.
"Tell her she's a darling", I said, "and that they were bursting out their trousers at the thought of her wrapping her tits around their..........."
"Oi !!!!", said Chris
"...throbbing,,,,,,,,,," I continued
"ENOUGH !!!!"
Davie looked at both their crotches and grinned
"I will", he promised and scampered back to the pub.
Chris snatched the bag from me.
"We'll head off now. Enjoy your evening. Wherever you are NOT going"
"We will", I confirmed, adding "and you're welcome"
Chris's colleague looked at him then at me
"Thanks", he said
"Again...........welcome", I replied, "hope your shift is uneventful".
I waited until they had gone around the corner I gave Bill a kiss then nodded towards the next pub asked "shall we?..........".
Not waiting for an answer, I headed in, forcing him to follow me downstairs.
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Part 17, posted March 2022
part 18, posted 10th July 2022 2am
Part 19, posted Sat 3rd September 2022 4.30pm
Part 20. Posted 22nd September 1pm
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When in the pub, I asked Bill, "Beer or spirit?".
"Spirit" was the snippy single word reply.
"Hi Karl", I said to the barman and ordered doubles for us both. After receiving our drinks, we stayed at the bar.
"You are a BASTARD!" announced Bill
"Thank you", I said pleased.
"I mean it", he said, "you are not funny"
I disagreed.
"I really thought", he said, "I was witnessing 'how to get yourself arrested in one easy lesson' "
I sniggered heartily. He didn't.
Crivens, his face indicated that he was pissed and I don't mean alcohol infused.
I began "Operation-save-my-shag"
I stood behind him and put my arms around his waist.
"I'm really sorry", I pouted huskily, "I was out of order"
"You were", he agreed, "BIG time"
"I'll understand if you want me to go home", I offered
"Good", said Bill.
"In my defence................"
"There isn't one!", interrupted Bill.
".... it wasn't just me, ,Chris.............."
"You instigated it"
"Yip, I did", I demurred even although technically Chris had started me off by asking Bill "is this man bothering you?"
I slipped my hand in to his trouser pocket and massaged his cock which sprung to attention
"I'm not going to lie", I said, "I found it funny and quite enjoyed the look on your face. It is my black sense of humour. But I am sorry you are upset about it and that it has possibly deprived me of spending the night with you. I was SO looking forward to it".
I was gently wanking him via his trouser pocket as I spoke. He did nothing to stop me.
"I don't want to fall out", I said, "can we still be civil and have our drink? Afterwards I can take you to the top of the road there and give you clear instructions back to your hotel"
"Hmmmm", said Bill, "just so we are clear kiddo........... when I get you back to the hotel you are so getting **FUCKED** !!!! "
"Ohhhhhhhhh, what a man,,,,,,,,,,you turn me on SO bad ", I sighed and then grimaced and made sure I looked wide eye startled
"What's .............?", Bill began
"Oh Christ............ I'm gonna cumm", I panted, pulling him closer to me, "Oh jeez.............uh,,,,,,,,,,,,,."
Bill looked about him askance, I wasn't sure if it was for what I had declared or that someone might have heard me.
I stopped suddenly and stood up straight.
"False alarm", I said, grinning
Bill screwed his eyes closed
"Fucking C*NT", he said, "EVERY time.............!!!"
I sniggered.
He laughed this time.
"You are SO getting pounded"
"WOOF!" I growled in to his ear.
We partook our drinks and chatted. I was glad to see Bill was enjoying himself. He told me later when we were having post coital snuggling that he was fascinated as to how 'ordinary' it all was, if you discounted guys openly kissing.
"What did you expect?", I asked, "shagging over the tables?"
"Now that you ask........... I don't know|", he replied, "but I had a great time" then amended it to "am HAVING a great time".
"Good save", I tittered
But in the pub at that moment I loved how relaxed he was. I muzzled in to him and put my hand back in his trouser pocket. His cock was soft. ISH
"I was thinking", I began softly, "I've been a bit selfish"
"It's ok", said Bill, "it was funny. Once I got over my shock"
"You mean outside with Chris?".
Bill nodded.
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about me expecting sex tonight"
"EH?", said Bill alarmed, "Do.........."
"Shhh a min", I interrupted, "Being with you is a joy. I am SO enjoying myself and really looking forward to sharing a bed with you tonight. But I want this to be all about you. It's YOUR evening"
"OUR evening", Bill jumped in.
"Shhhh hon, for a moment please", I fake scolded, "this is important. The important factor in tonight for me is that I am with you. End of. That is the bottom line. I don't want you to feel like a performing monkey or feel obliged to bang some out. I am more than happy just to kiss and snuggle but I hope you'll permit me to give you a massage".
His cock stirred a wee bit.
"In fact", I continued huskily in to his ear, I won't insist as I normally do on the odd occasion I sleep over with a guy that you wake me up during the night and DEMAND sex".
His cock grew HUGE in one second flat and he exhaled sharply out his nose.
"I can do that", he offered, "if that is what you want".
"No no", I sighed, "that's not fair. I'm being overbearing. What I 'want' isn't a prescribed list. I've got you tonight, you've been kind enough to invite me to share your bed and that is good enough for me"
"I'd very much like to", Bill said breathlessly.
"You sure?", I purred, reeling him in.
"Fuck yea", he said, "how does it work?"
"It's not rocket science", I said, "you wake up with a hardon? You shake me awake - not gently mind, it should be authoritative, assertive and demanding - and say 'wake up you. I'm horny' or 'wake up you, I need sex'. ABSOLUTELY no apology or owt. You need sex, you are waking me up to facilitate. End of. As many times as you wake up with a hardon, even if it's just an hour after the last time you took me vigorously. Don't take me though whilst I am asleep. Wake and take."
If it was at all possible, his cock pulsated harder and he snorted through his nose again.
"Deal", he declared, "and for the record, I'm quite sure I've been quite clear you are getting FUCKED. Last chance to back out is now".
"Oh I aint backing out, hon", I sighed, "I WANT you. However you want it. But I'm not saying this in a submissive way...........we agreed we each have an equal say in this..............but that all said, I'd like you to take charge and direct proceedings. Which one is soft & gentle and which is hard & demanding. With one request on my part...." I barged on before Bill could ask what it was ".....that our first thing in the morning fucking is a feral "you're mine" caveman ball busting ass stretcher".
The cock my hand was gently enveloping twitched and got harder. Not MY cock!, just in case any of you are not keeping up!
Bill kissed me. "It will be lad, I promise you that. As will our first when we get back to the hotel and probably on the floor so we don't wake the neighbours. I hope there's no kids next door as it will be very obvious in the morning that folks in our room are having hard sweaty sex. But one point............. I take everything on board about driving tonight which I am happy to do but - and this is NON negotiable............ tonight is OUR night, not mine alone and if you have an issue with that you can fuck off home".
"You are such a man", I sighed, "even my tits are itchy and erect".
Bill sniggered
"Do you want another drink?", I asked, "or do you.............."
(I can hear some readers shouting "Oh for fuck sake, get to the SHAG, why don't you?" Patience, dear reader, patience)
"What do you want?", Bill parried
"YOU!", I purred, "but honest answer?"
"Always", frowned Bill, "that is a given and a prerequisite with you and me"
I nodded
"Agreed. The honest answer is that I am loving you here with me. I am really loving how relaxed you are and how much you seem to be enjoying yourself..........."
"SEEM to be?", Bill jumped in, "son, this is fucking AWESOME! I haven't felt this relaxed in Christ knows when..............I feel so.............."
"Accepted", I offered, "you are just 'here', blending in"
Bill looked startled "Yea............ it hadn't occurred to me that's what it is. Yea............ Accepted". He kissed my forehead ".........and wanted. You always make me feel that I matter"
"Oh you are and you do", I confirmed, "big time. You are fast becoming one of my most trusted friends", I blurted. Damn, the booze was causing me to say things I'd have preferred to stay sober but Bill beamed and I let myself off.
"Stop now with the soppy gushing before I burst out crying", Bill instructed.
"Yes Boss", I sniggered, "so then............ revered handsome sexy TOP......... what is your decision? Another drink or head on down............"
"How about we split the difference?", Bill said
"Hmmmm?" I said confused
"We have one more drink but we put a time limit on it. 30 mins, 45 tops"
"OK but my arms are around the only TOP I want tonight", I said, "I don't need 45.........."
Bill sniggered
"I am always fascinated how fast your mind works!"
I smiled. "My round, spirit or beer?"
"It's not...........", Bill corrected "your round.......... and you chose"
I muzzled him. "There's no counting when you are with friends. I'm paying.............Tasha, that guest lager is the extra cold one innit?............. Giz two please darling and one for you and the three guys an' all"
"You are such a hon", Tasha said and winking plonked TWO pints each in front of us"
"Fuck sake", said Bill.
"It's fine love", said Tash, "it's only 3%, you'll be fine......... and YOU!", she said addressing me, "me and the three guys behind this here bar, and I've noted a few others, all slobbering over this handsome hunk you are wrapped around and you haven't had the fucking manners to introduce us !!!!"
Bill chortled but blushed purple.
"Lady", he offered, "you all need glasses"
The guys behind the bar guffawed at Tasha being called a 'lady'.
"Tasha........... Karl.............Brian...........Paul........ this here hunk is my good friend Anthony. And you can ogle but no touching. Aside from the fact he is a breeder, I am VERY possessive"
"Fuck that", declared Tasha, and held her hand out "pleased to meet you Anthony" and when Bill accepted her hand she leaned over and planted a kiss full on his lips. As I knew she would.
"Oh", she fake swooned, "my giddy aunt. Thank Christ I always bring a change of knickers".
Bill's purple level rocketed
"Wot?", I asked, "You are actually wearing some tonight? Karl......... get the mop and check under her for..........."
"Oi !" Tasha grinned, "one more word and you are wearing these pints".
Karl got on his knees and put his head up Tasha's skirt
"Yea, she's wearing them but she is fucking soddin' " and with a couple of exaggerated sniffs he issued a couple of howls like a wolf on heat.
Bill's jaw dropped and he was boggle eyed.
Tasha slapped the front of her skirt hard.
"Out boy", she demanded
Kar emerged, his face a bit wet. Tasha went to serve a customer, Karl headed to the toilet. The latter to wash up I presumed.
Bill shook his head in amazed amusement.
"Karl is bi", I offered, "and he's been banging her for months. That little show was for your benefit and you can't blame me for THAT one! Did you notice how she didn't flinch when his tongue was in her........"
"Stop it you. It was NOT!", Bill gasped.
"Was too", I confirmed, "did you not see his face glistening when he emerged?"
"I thought that was sweat".
"Nope, and if he had kissed you afterwards you'd have tasted for yourself. Actually, she'd probably let you have a lick if you want over the beer kegs. Will I ask her for you?"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE", Bill snorted flushing again.
I frowned
"Tasha..............", I called
"Please lad, don't............", Bill whispered
"What was the name of that guest lager we've got?"
Bill nuzzled in to me "You fucking c*nt", he grinned, "a c*nt of c*nts"
"Thank you", I beamed.
"Where the hell did 'Anthony' come from?", he asked
"First thing that popped in to my head. Are you annoyed?"
"No", he replied, "how could I ever be annoyed with you? For more than 10 seconds?"
"Was at least ten minutes, your huff the other week", I reminded him.
"You are a piece of work lad", Bill declared, "It hasn't gone un-noticed by me that in the two pubs we've been in you know ALL the staff names. Makes my heart thump with pride and reminds me why I love you".
Hmmmm, the "L" word again. I ignored it.
At that moment, the music was Step's "The way you make me feel".
I wrapped my arms around Bill's waist and whisper-sang along in his ear, out of tune
When I look in to your eyes / Every time you smile at me / Oh, I go weak inside
Bill smiled and sighed
"You big lump", he said
tbc
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I've noticed though some of them say part X and others chapter X if you are searching. Sorry........
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Part 19, posted Sat 3rd September 2022 4.30pm
Part 20. Posted 22nd September 2022 1pm
Part 21: Posted 2nd November 2022 12 noon
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With my usual request that whilst comment always gratefully received, please don't quote the whole bloody chapter to comment.
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So now it was a case of time here before we bailed to the hotel
"How much longer you want to stay here?", I asked Bill
"Am a bit torn", said Bill, "I am really enjoying myself in here with you, the atmosphere and.........and.........."
"How accepted you are"
"No", said Bill, "well yes........... but just how............. ach never mind. But the thing is...........I want some us time............"
He was being discreet in case anyone was listening so wasn't declaring he wanted sex.
".........but.............", he nodded at our drinks, "...we still have these two each and I don't want to guzzle".
My periphery vision allowed me to see no-one was looking our way.
I looked Bill straight in the face, elbowed our drinks and two fell over.
"OH FUCK", I said loudly.
Tasha turned around
Bill was blushing
"THAT is why you are not allowed to stand at the bar", declared Tasha, "you are so fuckiing CLUMSY"
"No no, lass, it was me", Bill lied
"Oh, don't worry handsome, accidents happen", Tasha beamed, softening., "wait and I'll replace them".
"No no", said Bill, "we still have one each left and anyway he'll probably just elbow those too", said Bill
"Agreed..........", said Tasha nodding, not clocking the contradiction of his "confession" then grassing me up, ".........he is a clumsy oaf. But we love him"
Tasha leaned over the bar and planted Bill a kiss "Don't give it another morsel of worry".
She left to serve someone.
"...and anyway he'll probably just elbow those too", I mimicked, "wild horses wouldn't have dragged THAT out of you".
Bill grimaced
"I WANT to say I can't believe you did that", he said.
"It was an accident", I deadpanned
Bill rolled his eyes
"I was thinking", I whispered in his ear, "Why don't you go in to toilet and roll on a condom, save some time"
"I will NOT", said Bill, "but I need a pee" and away I went.
Whilst he was away I winked at Tasha and put our two pints on to the bar stool.
"Wot you up to?", she demanded
"Watch", I said
Bill returned
"Where's the drink?", he asked, not noticing the pints on the stool as I was standing in front of them.
"There was an accident................".
"Honest to FUCK", stormed Bill, "you are gonna get us chucked out"
"Oh you are so hot when you are annoyed, I'm dribbling", gushed Tasha.
Bill glared
"I'm happy to throw HIM out and have you all to myself"
I stepped away from the stool, grinning and "flourished" at the drinks
"Look what I found", I declared.
Bill tutted and moved forward to lift them and knee'd the stool. The pints fell off and smashed on the floor. I laughed like a drain.
Bill was of course mortified.
Karl came with a mop. Bill insisted taking the mop and doing the cleaning.
I went to the loo.
Took a few moments in a cubicle for some extra activity, No, NOT a wank. Read on............
"What took you?", Bill demanded
I leaned in
"Since you were going to be a moment or three, I went in to a cubicle and lubed up. Thought it would save some time. My cheeks are squelching"
"Expecting some cock?", Bill asked
"Oh dear", I purred, "have I put too many blots on my copy book?"
"The CORRECT answer to my query, lad, was 'yes, yours' "
"Shall we get going................?", I asked
"I'm all a fucking dither after all those spillages", Bill said, "why don't we have a quick one before we leave?"
"I'll be in the cubicle", I offered
Bill gasped
"I meant a quick drink. A Spirit"
"Oh right", I said, "in fake understanding/ I had known damn fine what me meant.
I ordered doubles for us both
"Did you REALLY lube up?", Bill asked.
I nodded.
"God, I am SO horny", Bill said
I looked at him and necked my vodka in three gulps. Plus a burp.
Bill's eyes were wide. He tried to copy me but his rum came out his nose.
"What are you two up to now?", demanded Tasha
"Nothing darling", said Bill, we were just heading off................"
He went in to his wallet and gave Tasha a £20 note
".....here Doll, you and the guys have a drink at the end of the night on me"
"Oh Anthony" she said (reminder: Anthony was the fake name I blurted introducing Bill), "we couldn't..............."
"I INSIST", demanded Bill and put 'the 20' in to her breasts. I'm almost sure he hadn't meant to do that
Tasha leaned over and stole another kiss. This time there was tongues. The other guys behind the bar chorused their thanks.
"You can bring him back", Tasha said to me.
We said our goodbyes and left.
Bill tripped going up the steps.
"Careful old man", I warned
"Fuck off", said Bill
We headed to top of road and turned right.
Bill was awfy quiet. I tried conversation but he wasn't biting. What was going on? Was the evening about to come to an abrupt end?
There was an alleyway just up ahead.
I manoeuvred Bill in to the pend
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Nothing", he lied
"Fibber", I jumped in.
"I feel bad.............."
"You changed your mind? You want me to go home?", I interrupted yet again
"Christ, NO !!!! Why the hell would you think that?", Bill said
"Because you've gone quiet..............."
"I feel bad..............."
"So you said"
Bill justifiably tutted
"I feel bad because I want to fuck"
"Ehm............... isn't thon the plan?", I asked confused
"Yes.............no.............ehm yes............... no............. what I mean is I've invited you to spend the night with me as mates for snuggles and sex.............. but right now lad, I am as horny as hell............REALLY horny.........ANIMAL horny..............and I want to FUCK. I mean ride you HARD. Really ram you......... take you. It's consuming me, OBSESSIVELY and getting worse the nearer we get to the hotel", Bill garbled
"Isn't that what you promised me?", I asked, even further confused
"When?", Bill asked breathlessly
"Back at the pub. Correct me if I am wrong but I am almost certain I am quoting you verbatim, comma by comma.............. 'just so we are clear kiddo........... when I get you back to the hotel you are so getting **FUCKED** !!!! '............. and if I remember right, you said it would have to be on the floor so we didn't wake the neighbours. Further...............didn't you agree to make use of your right to wake me up during the night to DEMAND sex and even 'further further further' didn't you state that our first thing in the morning fucking would be a feral 'you are MINE' caveman ball busting ass stretcher"
Bill moaned in desire
"Yes, I said the first one, I'm almost sure YOU mentioned the strength of the morning rutting - which I agreed to - and yes I fully intend to wake you if I wake up with a throbbing cock that needs serviced. But I don't want you feeling like a piece of meat and just somewhere for me to park it.............You.............you are my friend............but my God............ I SO love fucking you and I love how you take it and enjoy it and...........oh God son I think I am going to burst............. You make me SO horny...............when I'm in you and on you I feel so connected, wanted, desired..........but it brings something out in me........I love Topping you..........pinning you down..........taking you......... taking that on offer..............it's all I can do not to sink my teeth in your neck and brand you................oh Christ I'm going round in circles...........you don't mind that our first one tonight I want to fuck HARD?"
"What I mind............"
Bill stopped breathing
"..........is that you are so worried about it. Come on Mister. We've been having sex for a while now. You are one of my most trusted friends.............."
Bill beamed
"................not to mention so damn hot and masculine. One sniff of you, in fact even a smile from you, and my buttocks are loosening all by themselves for you..............."
Bill tittered
".............I SO want you. I love the gentle sex and I love the animalistic sex. Both allow me to pleasure you and be connected with you. Being with you is one of the great privileges of my life............I love closing the door on the world and it's just you and me..................I love the sex, I love lying in bed with you post coital slurping tea........of course I love our sessions at Tommy's - you and me I mean - ...............I love meeting you for a brew, God I'd even hold my nose and go to McDonalds with you if that was your bag.............."
"I'm a Burger King fan and KFC", Bill barged in.
I ignored him.
"... and I'd love to go to the cinema or theatre with you............ it's being with YOU, my trusted friend, that rocks my boat, the fantastic sex is an added bonus.............. so there's something I would like from you............. well two things............. actually three................"
"Any advance on three?", Bill interrupted
I tutted through my nose
"..............the first is you fuck the hell out of me tonight, however hard or not you want. All I ask is that it not 200 miles per hour, you know how I hate doggy panting fast sex................ the second and third are linked............. damn, I've forgotten the second.................."
I frowned
"..............must be the booze...............", I tittered albeit a bit embarrassed
".............but really in the morning after our shower before we go down to breakfast, we are going to promise one another that from this point on.............. the strength and depth of our friendship means that never again is either of us embarrassed or reticent about asking the other for about anything, sex or otherwise. When it comes to the sex, we are both allowed to ask the other to try something new / different which may or may not work. With the qualifier / line in the sand that I very obviously would refuse to lick / fuck a woman - no disrespect to the gender - no matter how much it would turn you on. . And for that matter...........if we are alone, have the time and it is practical - ie over the freezer in Sainsburys might raise eyebrows - don't you ever again ask for sex, you instigate it"
Bill grinned
"I am prepared to promise all that right now"
"No......", I disagreed, "............in the morning. Sober. Not an alcohol fuelled promise"
"Why?", asked Bill, "you think I'd change my mind or not stick to it? Anyway, we aren't THAT pissed, we're 'happy', not legless.............Well here's a repeated promise which was first given earlier, not so alcohol fuelled and repeated now with a bit more alcohol consumed..............I am going to slip my cock up you and fuck you HARD and at length, balls deep and I'll be wakening you during the night to demand repeat performances............and our first thing in morning rutting you will think it is coming out your throat"
Bill sorted of nodded a '"So there !"
"And on the topic of asking one another anything........... ", he continued, "..........been meaning to ask............. can you lend me five grand?"
"What a man", I enthused, "so all we have to do is decide where our first fuck of the evening will be"
"What do you mean where?..........", asked Bill, "........in the room. I aint doing you in the lift. There will be security cameras and I see you skated past the 5-grand request"
"Well.............", I clarified, ".............the hotel is four minutes away, then there's the lift time and the time to get along the corridor, you dropping the key trying to get in.................."
Bill laughed
"...........and is it happens............ not a coincidence I have to confess............ quite deliberately on my part............. we are in shagger's alley.......... if we turn right at the end there............ you can have me against the wall if you need release right here right now but be warned, my trousers and underwear are OFF, I'm always naked from waist down for a dicking and for you I would be happy to go whole hog shirt off too.................... or else there's a bush in the park beside the river if you feel adventurous but that is seven minutes away but if you can't wait that long............. shag 1 here..............shag 2 and maybe even shag 3 in the park then eventually back to the hotel"
Bill moaned and rocked on his heels
"You have sex outside? Oh Christ, why does that not surprise me. That sounds SO horny............."
What did he mean did I have sex outside? He'd shagged me twice - after caning me brutally - in Tommy's back garden. See chapter 13. Except, not an hour later we'd met in the supermarket and he'd been pleased / surprised to see me and had stated his presumption that I'd been "down the road" (at Tommy's). The subsequent unexpected - and quite frankly stunning and electrifying - sex at Bill's from that surprise supermarket 'bumped in to' - detailed in part 14 - had put the "why did you ask if I'd been at Tommy's when you knew damn fine I had been" out my mind. More so, I'd clean forgotten to ask Tommy about the seed Bill had planted. Now Bill gasping in what seemed to be new-found knowledge that I enjoyed outside sex had sprouted the seed in to a full blown sunflower. I made a mental note to definitely ask Tommy who had shagged me. There was alcohol fuelled speculation on my part if Tommy even knew who.
".............no son, much as having you up against the wall there really appeals. I don't fancy being arrested........... I can wait five whole minutes to mount you back at the hotel............and we will discuss outside sex for another time............. so let's stop the gabbing and get going. My cock is going to snap off in my underwear if it gets any harder............. lead on MacDuff................"
I delayed things by a minute by pulling Bill close for a snog.
Bill eventually pulled us apart
"Son, I'm gonna BURST"
I grinned. "I *SO* want you", I teased, "balls slapping off me as you pound...........I'd better have a face cloth in my gob so my grunts aren't heard in reception"
Bill moaned
"Let's go", I said.
We toddled to the hotel in silence. I assumed Bill's brain was consumed by his desire to fuck, making conversation near on impossible and him being able to put one foot in front of the other was habit and the equivalent of muscle memory.
I deliberately - and yes, quite maliciously - walked past the hotel door.
"Oi", Bill hissed, "where are you GOING?"
I turned around. Bill nodded at the entrance.
"Oh....THIS hotel?", I said in fake surprise
"AYE !", said Bill, "where the fuck did you think we were going?"
"Do you mean where did I think we were going to fuck?", I rearranged his sentence
Bill rolled his eyes.
"Come on !", he demanded
"Yes sir", I said, then added "doesn't this place do an 'all you can eat' breakfast?
"Wasn't top of my agenda when booking", said Bill, "decent sized bed was and the hope it doesn't squeak TOO loudly when I am fucking you"
"There's always the floor", I reminded him.
"I had a sudden idea on way here", said Bill
We entered the hotel. Bill tripped on a step and bumped his head off the door. Of COURSE I laughed. Like a drain. He ignored me. We strolled ambivalently towards the lift. As we waited I said "Penultimate chance to change your mind"
Bill snorted
"Like hell.............. but for the record, when is my last chance?"
"Outside the room door. When we ENTER your room. If you don't fuck me I'm phoning the police and having you arrested for false representation and fraud", I advised.
"If within two minutes of entering the room I haven't entered YOU, you can phone them", Bill retorted, "and anyway that policeman friend of yours said I was to phone him if YOU didn't put out and show up the city........"
"He is NOT my friend", I snapped angrily interrupting Bill
(What the hell was THAT about? Something was obviously burbling / cooking in my brain against Chris)
Bill ignored / didn't comment on my outburst. His cock was hopefully ruling everything - ha ha.
We got to the room. Bill didn't drop the key.
On entry, Bill said "Get em off whilst I prep"
I didn't mean to be told twice. 20 seconds flat I reckon.
I noted the bed was quite high. Bill had grabbed two pillows and had put them at the bottom of the bed "up and down the way". Was that his 'prep'?
"Put your chest on them", Bill said, "want to see if this works".
I did, with knees on the edge of the bed.
"Is that comfy enough?", asked Bill, lying on top of me. He was naked I noted.........THAT was quick. His clothes must be in a bigger heap and tangle than mine.
"Yea", I said
"Great", he said, "will reduce squeaking I hope. Let's see"
He shoved one of his socks in my mouth and applied some lube to my hole and his cock.
"Spread 'em" he demanded
"Absolutely NOT", I said irritably.
.
.
Yea, like hell I did The speed at which I complied, something cracked (OUCH!)
Bill placed the tip of his cock at my hole and leaned over me
"Are you ready kiddo for the ride of your life?", he asked
"52 seconds", I warned albeit mumbled
And he was IN.........................
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tbc
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To say I was FUCKED was the understatement of the month. A 31 day month!
Bill kept his promise to fuck hell out of me. Not 200 miles per hour, but a good hard rough demanding manly dicking. The bed didn't squeak too much as I grunted in to my gag. Bill grunted in my ear each thrust. It was SO horny. Pound,, pound, pound. He let himself go for it, nibbling my ear as he grunted out each thrust, keeping my legs apart 'forcibly' by his legs to give him full unhindered access. The main noise was his balls slapping off me. It was unlikely neighbours heard the slap / slap / slap. I fleetingly wondered if the force of his balls slapping off me was sore for Bill but quickly discounted it. Unless the pain was turning him on. I decided to concentrate on and enjoy my 'seeing to'. There was a bedside clock in my eye-line so I knew that it was 27 minutes after he entered me that Bill's breathing and moaning changed as - believe it or not - the ferocity of his ramming increased - and two minutes after that he uttered animal like grunt and "uuuuuuugh" as he filled the condom. If his "uuuuuugh" were in time with each spurt, I counted 14 before he stopped and lay on top of me, panting in to my ear.
He didn't lie there long. He got up and standing behind me he took hold of my cock and started to wank me, just how I liked it.......... taken from behind, milked like a cow. My turn it seemed. Having done this to me multiple times now, he knew how to bring me to 'the edge' and deny me my explosion (the BASTARD! ......... but he knew I loved it). I grunted and whined in to my sock-gag.
Eventually, on build up number seven, he pinned me between the shoulders with his spare hand and growled "Give me that load..........come on you little c*nt.......SHOOT!".
He pulled my cock more and pinned me down harder
"SHOOT!............. I don't have all FUCKING day!"
I didn't need to be told twice (OK. OK...... told three times for the pedants amongst us). I roared in to the gag and shook as I fired. My turn to be the one panting.
"Oh buggers", said Bill when we were done, "I didn't put down a towel. It's all down the bedspread and the floor. That is SO horny"
Horny is not how I would have described it.
I spat my gag out
"Wonder who else's dried juices you are standing on", I mused
"Great!", replied Bill, "how to ruin a moment in one easy lesson. And I don't recall authorising you to de-gag"
Silence..............
Bill broke first. "I'm kidding son".
"That was some ride", I said, "are your balls sore?"
"Nope, but I should really clean up"
He went in to the bathroom and I heard tap running and some 'washing' which I presumed cock and balls. Had better not be pits! He returned with a towel and did some 'rubbing; on the bed and the floor. He washed my cock and balls and patted me dry.
"That was some load son you blew", he said
"I'm certain if you emptied the condom you blasted in to, your load would trump mine"
"Not testing your theory", Bill said, "anyway I've already flushed it down the loo"
He got on the bed and then patted the bit next to him
"Don't just lie there......... I need a cuddle"
I slid up beside him..........
"Hmmmm., not how I'd have done it", observed Bill as I wrapped myself around him.
"You know what I am gagging for?", I asked
"Cock", suggested Bill, "help yourself"
"A cuppie"
"Fuck sake, could you not have said that BEFORE I got on the bed"
I kissed down his chest, belly button and took his flaccid, freshly washed cock in my mouth, Wasn't flaccid for long. The man was a MACHINE! I slurped gently - and lovingly - as he sighed in contentment.
A little while later - I estimate about ten minutes - he fired with the obligatory "uuuuuuuuuugh".
I got the facecloth and washed him gently. Didn't bother to dry him. I rolled myself back up and hugged him again. His pits were lovely.
"You still want tea?" he asked
"Can't be arsed", I said, "I have everything I need right here"
"Hmmmmmmmm", said Bill, ".........I hate to ruin the moment but I need the loo"
I tutted in genuine annoyance and practically shoved him out the bed. I'm not sure why I was annoyed. One has to presume alcohol and/or interrupted pit sniffing
Bill peed and on his return I heard a click and that noise of instant start of a wee kettle boiling then pouring etc etc
He returned with two cuppies and put them on the side table. The surprise was it wasn't the hotel standard issue, it was two wee plastic cups with handles he must have brought with him.
He rummaged in his bag
"The two most important things I had to pack today...........condoms and............."
He placed a 200g bar of Cadbury Whole Nut on the bed. What a man!
"Where's yours?", I asked
"I thought you might share, generous lad you are"
"I don't mean to sound ungrateful", I said, "but I'm really shocked you had to RUMMAGE for that"
"It fell down the bottom on transport", said Bill.
"That's what side pockets are for", I attempted
"Where it would have got squashed and broken".
Good point. I checked it to make sure it wasn't squashed anyway............Nope, Hurray!
Bill got back on the bed. There was a crack as the chocolate broke and got squashed.
"OOOPS", he said
I giggled. "We are a right pair of piss heads, aren't we?", as I pulled the chocolate from under him.
I wrapped myself around him again.
"Thank you", I said, "you are really good to me"
"I know", he said
I rolled my eyes. He must have felt it on his chest.
He kissed the top of my forehead.
"Son, this is amazing. I don't have enough superlatives........."
"Well don't", I interrupted, "leave the soppy stuff to me."
I reached over him, got my cuppie and placed it between his legs, leaving room beside his cuppie for the chocolate, We munched and slurped. I'm saying "We munched.........", the truth of the matter is he probably got three squares, four at most, of a 18-piece bar. And THAT was with me saying "You bought it, you have the last square".
I was in heaven. Well fucked and tossed. That post coital "aaaaaaaaaaah", wrapped around someone I admired, trusted and cared for deeply, not to mention had the bad hots for. If that weren't fab enough there was tea, chocolate and PITS. What more could I ask for?
"More?", asked Bill
"Tea or cock?", I replied
Bill laughed.
"Good point" and he flipped me over. Decision made and I was banged again. No chapter and verse needed other than to say the bed squeaked but neither of us cared. Oh, and Bill chewed my ear as he rode. Spent, he slipped out, hopped off the bed, washed, flushed the loo (condom I presumed), then peed (AGAIN !) and flushed again.
By the time he got back, I was on my back again. He got on the bed and I re-wrapped myself around him, head on chest, nose within pit sniffing distance. We were still on top of the bed. His pits were like a sleeping draught, not to mention I ALWAYS feel sleepy after a good hard shag, which is weird given I'm not the one doing with 'work', and I felt myself drifting. I didn't fight it.
Next thing I remember was being shaken
"WAKE UP!", I heard, "I'm horny".
I'm not sure if I got hard from that or if my morning wood was already there. I looked at the clock, 3.42am.........probably hearing Bill demanding sex
I started to kiss down his chest to gobble him and got flipped over. He was immediately in me before I had time to draw breath. Pinned down and his legs keeling mine apart - just the way I like it - I was pounded for fuck number I'd lost count. OK OK, number three since we got back. You are such pedants! But you are more interested in the bed squeaking and how long this shag lasted......17 minutes. Now who is the pedant?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Me, I mean. Just in case you are frowning in offence / huff). Then there was the obligatory wash, toilet flush and Bill plopped beside me.
"When are we getting started?", I asked
"Bugger off" was the deserved reply
"That was awesome son", he said "You OK?"
"A bit fucked", I replied. I know..............the old ones are the best, they should write more of them.
"You want to get in to the bed?", I was asked
"I'm fine like this", I said, "it's quite warm and we are both.........ehm......... heated up"
Bill's face fell. Then I realised that maybe he had used that awful grammatical construct where people say "would you like to........." when they mean "will you.........." or "let's............", for instance "would you like to help me dry the dishes and put them away" where grammatically one could answer "no, quite happy not to get in your way" (or maybe plain "no" - ha ha). It always reminds me of quizzes where they say things like "Can you name the three.........." and I always want the point for saying "No, I can't" which is correct I know, I'm really annoying.
"What's wrong?", I asked
"Nothing", he fibbed
I raised eyebrows
"It's daft", he said, conceding / confirming there was something..
"Out with it", I said, "and I don't mean your cock, I mean what's wrong".
"Ehm.............", said Bill.
I can't deny I huffed through my nose and glared.
"It's just..........."
I started to drum my fingers on the bed. How the hell we ever kept up an association, I don't know. I was very very laid back on a lot of things. Eh'ming and Ah'ing was not one of them, and then some
I think alcohol was a factor in what happened next ,...........(oh dear)
"I am getting REALLY fucking fed up of this............", I as near as dammit wept.........
"A great night RUINED............"
(God I was worse than a................ I had better not finish that sentence.........sort of rhymes with woolen )..........
"............ RUINED by you and your FUCKING reticence".
Bill paled
"I just meant that I wanted us to sleep in the same bed and not getting under the covers to snuggle in doesn't count for me"
"I see", I said with as much contempt as I could muster and then pulled back the covers my side, got in but stayed 'sitting up', then slapped the covers back HARD.
Bill quietly got in his side,
"What now?", I demanded
"You are annoyed", said Bill
"No fucking shit Sherlock", I snipped.
Bill sniggered
"Jeez, you put up with SO much, fitting in with my availability or lack thereof without so much as a murmur of complaint, you make me feel SO wanted, trusted and respected, give me the most uninhibited sex and fantastic massage and pamperings............ and it is the simplest things that set you off................I don't feel guilty now about spitting in your cuppie earlier"
I refused to rise.
He elbowed me "Are we snuggling in then Huff-Puff????"
I refused to snigger. Then the bastard placed his Ace. I thought he was going to put his arm around me but no it was his elbow on my shoulder and his pit in my face,
"Will you please help a horny old man out with a huggle. There's a couple of armpits needing your unique attentions"
.Damn him!
I lasted two whole seconds before I dived in ("as long as THAT? Two whole seconds, I can hear someone scoffing in disbelief)
I sniff / licked and whined. And then for fuck sake.......it happened again. I have this thing in my system - not having been 'permitted' to cry when I was younger, that when I calm down from an infernal rage, the waterworks started. This one was a belter
"BOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!", I burst out crying, to my shock and horror. That was nothing to Bill's horror.
"Jesus Fuck son! What is WRONG??????? Oh Jeez, have I hurt you with my pounding? Oh God.............."
"BOO HOO!!!!!", I sobbed, shaking my head vigorously. There was two lovely armpits going to waste, dammit. I had to get a grip. I attempted to resume licking the wet pit.
"No", said Bill removing it, "What is WRONG?"
"Nothing", I lied
"Away you fucking go", said Bill, "Tell me. I INSIST on knowing"
"Oh DO YOU?????????", I sobbed
"Yes", said Bill, "Right fucking NOW ! No Bullshit or sugar coating"
I glared at him through my tears.
"Why don't you TRUST me?", I rage / sobbed, "you have the fucking CHEEK to say you feel so trusted by me yet you won't return the.........the...........the.........", I sobbed, struggling to find the word. "Favour" or "Compliment" were swirling in my head but it wasn't quite what I wanted.
"Away you fucking go", snorted Bill, "You arse!. I trust you with my fucking life. Almost quite literally. Many a person has passed through my life son, no-one - not even my own wife and kids or my bits on the side - have been trusted by me as much as I trust you. End of, so just shut the fuck up on THAT one. Try again"
"Bollocks............", I raged, realising too late this was in danger of escalating in to a full scale storming out (or being chucked out) row but I had to settle this once and for all............
".............So why do you have to faff? Why can't you just open your mouth and tell me what is on your mind, warts and all"
"I'm horny", said Bill
I went to laugh but in one swift move I was on my back, Bill sitting on my chest with his cock in my face.
I opened my mouth and he rammed in and started to thrust.
I shook my head, well as best I could with a cock down my throat and balls on my chin
"ET EE OO IT............", I gurgled............"..........PEEEEESE?"
He stopped thrusting and I massaged those lovely thighs as I set about my duties. Bill gurgled and grunted, It fleetingly occurred to me that through the wall might hear him if they were awake but I was past caring. My other passing thought was I hoped they were having a good wank listening in. That presumed of course it was a male. Hopefully it was some deaf 80 year old.
When Bill fired his load, his "uuuuuuuugh" would leave no-one in doubt someone was getting his rocks off. He got off me and did his wash, pee routine then came back and snuggled in..
"I'm sorry son, I've been an arse. AGAIN"
I kissed his chest..........."No, I am being over sensitive"
"With good reason", said Bill, "I promise you hear and now...........on my grandkids lives.............no more reticence or faffing, I say what on my mind and you do too, And we work it out as best mates"
I nodded.
"And then you of course do as you are told".
I pinged his nipple and got an "Ouch".
"I don't want to lose you son. You complete me".
"I don't want to lose you either", I agreed, "but I don't want you just going along with me. If there is bits of the sex you don't like then you say so. Don't do it so as not to 'lose' me".
"Like what?", asked Bill
"The rough stuff. Etc..........", i began
"Oh matey, I will shut you down right THERE and now. I fucking LOVE it. And I love how much YOU love it. The trust you put in me, and Tommy for that matter.........what was it you said to me? You trust me to abuse you without abusing your trust. Son, I beamed for a week after you said that to me"
"OK", I sniffled, "which do you prefer? The rough or the gentle?"
"Well there is a question.........", mused Bill, "does 'All of it' sound like a cop-out? I love beating you at Tommy's - and enjoy you enjoying it - yet for some reason I can't explain I don't want to do that at mine or here..........."
".........how about in the woods?", I interrupted. His cock sprang to attention. REALLY????????? After pumping out HOW many loads so far????????
"Christ, I nearly blew a load right there", confirmed Bill, "yea, I'd do it in the woods and fuck the arse off you after it. Anyway, don't interrupt my monologue................I love the gentle stuff, this snuggling, our kissing, you worshipping my pits and pubes, our gentle love making..........and don't get me STARTED on your massages..........but I think it is obvious I love our caveman rutting, I love hearing you grunt as I pound, I love taking what you offer. I love it all son..........if I have one quibble...........and it is petty.............I wish you would take more of an input in to which version we do"
"OK, I'll try", I agreed, "but in my defence...........my leaving it to you is NOT submission or anything, it is the fact you are the Top, it is your cock, your body, your energy levels, I don't want you gritting your teeth and banging one out"
"Oi!", said Bill, "not once have I ever gritted my teeth when mounting you. Not ONCE........... have to say though I am fascinated how sleepy you get after a good dicking".
That caused me to yawn.
"Look Mister", I said, "I love what we do. And I LOVE you taking charge of the sex. So long as I get to snuggle in without asking and pampering you and reminding you how much you are wanted and valued. But I really need you to open your mouth and say what you need from or of me"
"I told you earlier", said Bill, "5 Grand but you ignored me".
I frowned. "Are you serious? Are you in trouble?". My panic was immediately at stratospheric levels.
"No, and no", laughed Bill.
I tutted.
"But for the record", said Bill, "I've changed my mind about the morning shag............"
I frowned
"..........it's on the bed, not on the floor. I don't care who hears us. It's not negotiable"
"Except..........", I began
"NOT NEGOTIABLE", said Bill
"But............"
He slapped the back of my head
"............on the floor is SO horny and guttural. Can we please have one on the floor before we check out?"
"Damn you", Bill said grinning.
I kissed him and head on his chest, I felt myself drifting.............
"WAKE UP!.........", I heard ".............we are long overdue our morning fuck".
I looked at the clock. 6.19am
"Where does Sir want his hole?", I asked
Bill slapped my head. HARD.
"Stop saying that. I HATE that expression......... I was thinking about what you said earlier............given the time I think the floor is good manners for our neighbours..........choose your spot".
I clambered over him at speed, got on my knees on the floor, put my chest and face on the floor and spread my arms out in a T shape
"Take me", I demanded
"Oh..........YES!", Bill responded and was on and in me almost immediately. He pulled my legs on to his thighs placed his chest on my back, his arms over my shoulders and then proceeded to bang out the hard feral fuck he had promised me. There was no bed creaking but anyone awake would be in no doubt there was hard sex going on. I grunted with each pound and Bill in turn - 20 minutes after he entered me, according to the clock when I got back to the bed - wasn't quiet about his orgasm. So much for discretion And yes, he got off and did the wash, pee, flush routine. I got back on to the bed, well fucked, my hole gaping and whistling. Actually, I was a bit bandy legged too.
Bill returned and we snuggled in, dozing off.
An hour later, I was shaken awake
"Guess who, guess why", I was asked. I looked at him and grinned. He was loving this shaking me awake to demand sex thing. He pulled the covers back so that I was fully exposed, flipped me over and entered. This one was a bed creaker, and then some. After his umpteenth orgasm - another loud one - he stayed on top of me and nibbled my ear. Eventually he plopped out
"Don't move", he said as he went for his routine / ablutions. He returned with a towel.
"On your knees, spread 'T' ", he demanded.
I complied, knowing / hoping what was coming (me!). Towel underneath me, i was milked and 'forced' to blow a load for him. Unfortunately, i wasn't quiet either. Worse, forgetting our circumstances, I "woof''d" each time I fired as I knew Bill liked that.
Bill lay on top of me afterwards
"Well, THAT was discreet", he sniggered
"I'm sorry", i began
"Fuck off", interrupted Bill, "I am having the time of my life. And by the way, I checked, the family rooms are in the other block"
i wriggled out of him and then flipped him on to his back and snuggled in.
"What a man", I purred, "I am one lucky c*nt"
He tutted "Away you go, you soppy git". I nibbled his nipple then kissed down to his pubes, gave them some worshipping (ten minutes it turned out) then took his semi in my mouth. Inevitably, machine he was, coupled by my ministrations - even if I say so myself - he wasn't semi for long. He sighed in satisfaction as I now worshipped his cock. Took him a good 20 minutes to fire and it wasn't quite a full load. Good grunt on his part though. I returned to snuggling.
"We should maybe get ourselves washed and get down to breakfast", suggested Bill
I nodded but didn't move.
Bill's tummy growled.
"Fuck sake, hope they didn't hear THAT next door", he said
"Ha ha ha", i giggled.
"Don't think there enough room in the shower for two", said Bill
"You first then", I said
Whilst he showered, I lay on my back, eyes closed in contentment. I got hard reminiscing of our overnight together and imagined I could smell him.
I jumped as a hand went on my cock and opened my eyes to see I was in a pit. Turned out I wasn't imagining i could smell him,
"Can't let THAT go to waste you horny wee toad", Bill said. Like he could fucking speak!
Good manners meant I allowed him to toss me as I worshipped his pit, using it as a gag pre and during orgasm. Bill gave me a long kiss.
"My best friend", he said, then looked down, "oh bummer. So much for not staining the sheets".
Then he slapped my leg "Come on mister.........shower........... you stink of sex. Pleasant though it is for me, the other guests at breakfast might not be so amused"
I got up and showered. When I got out Bill was dressed.
"Will you get a fucking MOVE on", he demanded, "I'm really hungry and very temporarily it is not for you".
I noticed as I got dressed in two minutes flat that he had made a shambles of 'making' the bed. He saw me looking
"No point in making a proper job of it, we'll be using it again for at least one of our post breakfast shags. But let's eat".
On the way down in the lift, Bill said "Belated horrible thought.......... I've not left much in you for Tommy to extract".
As it turned out, that didn't matter. And breakfast turned out to be a bit more eventful than we had anticipated but I'll leave that until next time.
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tbc
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"OW !", he said, "I can't believe you just did that ! Correction, of course you fucking did".
Why had I not noticed before he said 'fucking' a lot and not in a sexual context.
"What do you want?", I asked
"Breakfast then you", he replied, "I can't believe you are turning down an all-you-can-eat breakfast. Your hollow legs will never forgive you. And your arse will go in the huff at you turning down another dicking"
"No need", I countered, "you aint the only show in town". That was nasty
"But the sexiest and the most in to you", Bill replied.
I had to give him that.
"I hate being feminised Bill", I said.
"I know", he said, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you So long as you uncurl that petted lip"
"I don't WANT you to make it up to me. I want you to NOT do it. It really sets me off", I attempted to fume.
"I didn't notice", grinned Bill, "you hide it well"
"I need to get to the car.........", I began
"Mind if I join you?", Bill interrupted, ".......it's a nice morning for a walk. Wouldn't want you to get lost".
"Funnily enough", I said, "that's EXACTLY what I was telling you to do".
"C*nt", said Bill.
I glared.
"WELL..........", he continued, "I would have said 'bitch' but that is a no-go because..........."
"Is THAT a traffic warden over there?", I asked.
"My GOD, he is fat", Bill said rather unkindly, "we will get to your car long before he does"
"And you know that HOW?", I asked, "you don't even know where I parked. How do you know that is not MY car he is leaning over?"
"Ehm.........because I have BEEN in your car, you dope".
OOOPS.........he had a point. His stomach growled.
"Now look what you've done", Bill accused, "can we get this fucking car ticketed and get back to breakfast".
"Grammatically, we can't get BACK to breakfast, because we haven't been yet", I pointed out.
"Fuck Off", was the deserved reply. As I said before, I'm REALLY annoying.
I went to the car, Bill followed. There was no traffic ticket. Bill looked over my shoulder at the parking meter.
"HOW FUCKING MUCH?", he exploded.
"It IS Glasgow city centre", I pointed out.
"You'd pay less to park on the moon", he observed, "would you not be cheaper getting a warden ticket and getting 50% off if you pay within 14 days?"
I did the calcs.
"Nope. And anyway, there is a finder fee to add for them going to DVLC..........."
"Please tell me you are fucking kidding", Bill gasped.
I fed the meter, got the ticket, peeled it off and.............it blew away.
Bill hooted.
I chased it, was stupid enough to stamp on it and of course it got stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I peeled it off in crumpled bits.
Bill was in tears
"Oh Jesus fuck", he chortled, "THAT could only happen to you.........."
"Bet it isn't..........", I attempted
"...........oh man.......... that was worth the hotel fee alone........I am SO glad I came to the car with you now"
I gave the meter a second helping of money and got a ticket.
"YOU do it", I demanded of Bill. He did and we headed back to the hotel for 'eats'
The breakfast lounge was busier than I had expected. Not heaving or noisy but a wee queue at the buffet.
We were shown to a table for two after giving room number and then told to help ourselves. A guy came to the 'table for two' next to us with his breakfast. We nodded "morning".
Bill and I 'separated', he wanted cereal and fruit, I wanted a fry-up, although I grabbed myself a bowl of orange and grapefruit plus natural yoghurt on my way back. I went back to get us both tea, Bill had assumed we would be brought a pot. I also got two large fresh-orange.
We scoffed and blethered about nothing
The guy next to us yawned and apologised
"Didn't get much sleep", he said
"Oh dear..........difficulty in sleeping 'not in your own bed?' "
He frowned in confusion, as did Bill.
"It is quite common", I clarified, "a lot of people find it difficult to sleep in a hotel. The bed or pillows are too hard or too soft or their partner isn't there. I have a friend who when he travels with work has to take sleeping tablets with him"
"I'm single", said the guy, "and I can sleep anywhere. So much so I've missed my train stops and THEN some.....".
I laughed. No one else did
He yawned again.
"Did you get ANY sleep?", I asked
"Next to nowt", he answered, "thanks to the couple next door"
"Oh dear", I said again, "Arguing?"
He tutted like I was daft.
"Nope, bed creaking and grunting"
"Oh dear", I said for the third time.
"I was right jealous", he clarified
"That he was getting some and you weren't?", I giggled.
Bill glared.
"His stamina and how much he got", was the reply.
"More than once then?". I asked. Partly being nosey, mostly to annoy Bill by my nosiness.
"At least six", said the guy, "and not one of them less than 20 minutes, as I said..........right jealous, the lucky bastard"
"Not to mention lucky to have a woman as up for it as she was", I agreed, playing the 'hetero' for Bill's sake.
"I might have had my ear pressed up against the wall", said Bill in an attempt to join the conversation.
"Woman?", said the guy ignoring Bill, "it was two guys"
"Oh", said Bill and I in unison.
"Unless the 'woman' getting serviced had a deep voice........", clarified our breakfast neighbour........"but I'd bet a month's wages it was two guys".
"You obviously weren't offended", I said
"Hardly", said the guy, "I told you..........I was right jealous........."
"You sure it was only two?.............", I asked, ".....there was maybe two doing a third or IF it was only two, maybe they took turns about"
"I'm almost certain it was two, from the grunts and voices, and there was enough action for me to fathom one was.............."
"The Top", I completed his sentence without thinking.
"Yea", he said, buttering his toast, "the lucky bastard..........."
"I think you already said that", I attempted
He ignored me
"..............they were like SKY News"
Bill frowned, confused
"In the late 80s / early 90s.............", I explained, "when SKY News first aired, their strap line was 'Sky News........on the hour, every hour'. Early presenters were Alison Hammond - one of Jim Davidson's ex wives - partnered on air with New Zealander Scott Chisholm who was 6ft 4 and got sacked after thumping a producer during an advert / toilet break. Alison is now a producer in Los Angeles"
Bill laughed then said "Why am I not surprised you got that reference and then segued to that quite useless info".
I went to explain to Bill but he said to the guy "Got a right brain on him that one...........picks facts out of nowhere............best demonstrated with his filthy jokes.........give him a subject and............"
I tutted,, wanting to hear more about the guys shagging without my interest being too obvious. I was holding back from asking - but quite desperate to ask - if he been giving himself a pull listening to them.
"Can I ask a nosey question?.......", I asked and before he could say "no" added ".......which one were you jealous of?"
"The shagger", said the guy immediately without so much as a blush, "...........the lucky bastard".
"The one being banged might not have been your type.......too young, too old, too fat............ugly", I ventured, testing the water. Basically I wanted him to say out loud he shagged arse.
He stopped in the middle of a bite of toast, took it out his mouth and looked at me like I had grown two heads. Oh oh, I had overstepped the mark.
"Mate", he said quietly, "I wouldn't give a flying damn if he looked like the back end of a bus or a well skelpt arse............ ANYONE who is up for what he took and as often............if it came to it I could always put a pillowcase over his head. And anyway, not to put too fine a point on it......... he'd be face down so looks would be irrelevant in return for THAT much sex".
"Charming", I grinned, "............the bit about the pillow case............Were you tempted to ask if you could join them?"
"Fleetingly..........", he confessed, "but then it occurred to me I didn't know the circumstances............."
"I think the circumstances were quite obvious", Bill interrupted, again trying to join the conversation.
The guy sighed.
"...........they could have been an item. Monogamous and all that. Aside from the fact of having had a few drinks, I didn't want the ignominy of being told 'no'. Was more than happy to do myself whilst listening to them"
Well that answered THAT question I hadn't asked outright
"Hardly ignominy", I said, "if it were only the three of you in the 'can I join you' conversation............ Embarrassment maybe but given it would only be the three of you........... Ignominy is public embarrassment such as 'the ignominy of coming seventh in an election and losing your deposit' "
"Bloody hell", interjected Bill yet again, "here we fucking go............."
I gave him one of my 'looks'. That shut him up
"Whatever", tutted the guy, "I'm not even sure why I am telling you all this, must be lack of sleep"
"Nope", interjected Bill yet again, "It's HIM........", he tiitle-tattled,
"................. Sit beside him for five minutes and you are blabbing your life story and the most intimate details. Give him a minute, he'll know how many times you've been divorced, how much your alimony is for how many kids and what you work as. All without him hardly saying a word."
"Fireman", I suggested impishly.
"No", said the guy, failed the medical........ I'm..............". He stopped and pursed his lips "Oh that was close. You are GOOD"
"TOLD you", said Bill, "I've given up trying not to tell him things. It just seeps out my pores"
"I take it he knows you intimately then", said the guy.
"VERY", I agreed. Bill flushed, "........but I am super discreet. I don't judge............ I mean having four other women on the go is between him and his wife. Nowt to do with me. He is still one of my closest and trusted friends.............horny rake notwithstanding"
"Fuck.......OFF", Bill hissed, "It's only two other women. Well one and a half given Samantha has moved to the borders, not that I've seen Annabel in two months now and you are right, it ISN'T............"
The guy guffawed, "You walked in to THAT one mate", he said to Bill.
"Rake........", continued the guy, "I have not heard that expression for always having sex in YEARS. Not since my mother branded by brother and I a lush and a rake. HE was the one with alcohol issues, God rest him...........". He trailed off
"Whilst I used it about my good friend here in the exact context you described............", I said, (Bill and I seemed to be competing as to who could interrupt the most),
"........It did - in days gone by............."
At this point though Bill held his head theatrically in his hands - elbows on table - and gave the guy a "here we fucking go" look
"........... have implications of immoral pleasure seeker or worse someone who didn't care who they screwed or screwed over, say all the right things so long as they get their hole"
"I HATE that expression", fumed Bill. Of course I had said it to annoy him
THEN I realised I had mixed my tenses I went to correct........
"Well mother was a bit of a Bible basher", said the guy, "so your immoral pleasure seeker probably fits. But she would have applied that to me kissing someone I wasn't betrothed to. She literally had a coronary when my brother - pissed out his skull, and nasty with it - told her who I was shagging. I was 23, my first real relationship with a guy albeit he was engaged".
"Oh dear", I said for the umpteenth time, this time though in genuine sympathy. Intrigued though with the confirmation he did guys albeit he had as near as dammit said as much with his expression of jealousy at the Top next bedroom to him getting all that sex. I fleetingly hoped said Top didn't get more than Bill had had last night 'doing' me.
"Yea............", said the guy, "didn't go with a guy for another ten years or so. Moved away etc etc".
He stared away in memory / contemplation. Bill fidgeted awkwardly. The guy snapped back to reality suddenly then looked at us.
"So what's your story then.......... before i blab out my entire history..............what brings you two here in this hotel given you both have local accents"
Bill stopped breathing.
"I'll go first given..........", I nodded at Bill, ".......it's rude to talk with your mouth full..............Sad but true.........poor sod here had one of those school reunion thingies............."
The guy rolled his eyes and tutted. "Fun was it?"
"FUCKING AWFUL", agreed Bill after swallowing.
"........his wife strong-armed him in to going and to make an overnight of it, ie here. Arrangement was he and me were meeting at 8 for a drink. It started at 2.......... was it?.........."
Bill nodded. At that point neither of us remembered and I'm not sure Bill trusted himself to contribute. He was quite happy to let me dig us out of this one. "Happy" was probably overstating it.
".............At 4pm I was texted and summoned to be in town for five"
"THAT good", sympathised the guy, "was there at least food?"
"Don't go there", said Bill
"I pre-went to the chippie for us before our rendez-vous", I said
"Which one?", asked the guy. I told him. "Oh I like that one", he said and then to Bill "he did well by you".
"He always does", said Bill, "I am lucky to have him..........". If he was trying to make me blush it was an epic fail
",.......notwithstanding he bought the entire fucking shop". My ears tingled a wee bit.
"A night getting rat arsed, then" said the guy.
"Not sozzled", I said, "At the end of the night he mentioned he had a twin room and said why didn't I just come along rather than bus or taxi. He sold it when he said breakfast was self-service, eat as much as you like. SEEMED a good idea at the time"
Two sets of eyebrows were raised.
"He SNORES"
The guy laughed
"Like hell I do", Bill said annoyed
"You too are really funny", said the guy, "A bit like Laurel and Hardy. Always squabbling but very close".
"Not too happy about you calling me fat...........", I said
"I did sod all the kind", said the guy
"But yea, we are close and do pull each other's chains. I'm the worst it won't surprise you to know..........". The guy shook his head. I decided to go for it.........
"He doesn't mind that I am in to masculine male Tops who like to shag and / or who like massaged & pampered..................."
Bill started to flush again
"............and he knows and trusts I don't go where there is no interest.............But .I do get to kiss his forehead when we part"
"So how did you meet?", asked the guy. Nosey bugger! (I know, before you said it, I've a ruddy cheek)
"The usual...........", I said, "mutual acquaintance........... I offered to help said acquaintance set up a hall for a coffee morning whatsit............him here was roped in to it by his missus. We were billeted together. Right laugh............although I will admit to a few sneaky sniff of his pits through his shirt when he had to lean over me............chest / thigs/ pubes / pits are my 'go to'............"
(HINT HINT)
Won't surprise you Bill tutted and rolled his eyes at the guy
"..........bumped in to one another again what five / six weeks later? We went for a cuppie. I turned up at mutual acquaintance's place three or so weeks later to find him there with his laptop needing looked at. Our association just grew from there..............".
That bit about the laptop was of course an embellishment. And of course I didn't mention Bill barging in to Tommy's to find me tied face down over table, as a result of which he fucked the arse off me. See Part 9
"That first time in the hall he went away to the loo or car..........", Bill said joining in the conversation, "and came back stinking of sex". So he HAD noticed (see part 8 for why. So that's parts 8 and 9 you need if you want a reminder.)
"When opportunity presents itself !", I said
The guy laughed. I noticed he hadn't pursued my indirect hint of being bottom for a good shag. Too tired to join the dots, I presumed. Or thought it tactless with Bill there. And what do you mean there was sod all INDIRECT about it ??????? I didn't say "You are welcome to shag ME if you want"
"He even came in to a gay bar with me last night", I said, "WHAT a man and a good friend"
"Which one?"
I named it.
"What did you think?, the guy addressed Bill.
"Disappointingly ordinary", confessed Bill
"He was expecting it to be a bit raunchier", I said
"My music teacher of old works there now", said the guy, "Tanya". He described her
"Tasha", I corrected then added "She was all over HIM like a rash. Only guy I know who could go in to a gay bar and get accosted by a woman"
"Hardly accosted", disagreed Bill, "she was..........."
"exchanging tonsils with you and wanting you to have her over the beer kegs"
"I'll give you that", Bill allowed.
"Seems you had quite the night", said the guy
"Oh we DID", I agreed, referring to our OVER-night.
"Worth the awful afternoon?, he asked of Bill
"Very", he agreed, "he's good company and his filthy jokes are something else. Don't go there though with his jokes guaranteed to offend at least one person"
"Go on then........." challenged the guy
"Give him a topic", said Bill
"Blondes", said the guy.
I shook my head. "Nope, I don't like those. They are demeaning. Although there is one I do like............ A blonde is walking along the river and she spots her pal over the water. 'How did you get to the other side?' she hollers and gets the response 'You ARE on the other side' "
The guy laughed
"Very good. Humour me and give me examples of ones you don't like"
I sighed but did "I will leave a 'fill in your own gap"
"OK", they both agreed.
"What does a ..... girl use for shelter during sex?"
They both shook their heads
"A bus shelter".
They sniggered
"What does a .............girl say to her boyfriend AFTER sex?"
Shoulder shrugs
"I'll be home in about half an hour"
They guffawed
"Football supporters", challenged the guy
"What do you call a Rangers supporter / Celtic supporter / Rangers Supporter / Celtic supporter / Rangers supporter / Celtic supporter standing shoulder to shoulder in a row"
"A fucking miracle", said Bill
"Optical illusion", said the guy
"Nope.............a wind tunnel"
They both gasped.
"Wouldn't say that too loudly in here", advised the guy.
My turn to shrug.
"My Jesus jokes are worse"
"Go on then", challenged the guy
"What happened when Jesus went to Mount Olive"?
Shrugs
"Popeye kicked fuck out of him"
The guy guffawed. Bill didn't. Oh dear, lapsed Catholic syndrome.
I went to do another
"Eggs" said Bill changing the topic
"What's the difference between an egg and a wank?.................. you can beat an egg"
They both chortled
"Dancers", said the guy
I sighed
"Do you remember these jokes from our youth where you reversed the letters for the punchline for instance 'what is the difference between a fishermen and a schoolboy............one baits his hooks and the other hates his books. The filthy ones you just say one line and leave them to do the opposite line in their head............. ie what was the difference between Lady Diana (as was) and the kids she supervised in the Kindergarten?............... One chucked Farleys"
They both rolled their eyes
"We get the idea", said Bill, "the topic was dancers, not our dear departed sainted Diana, God rest her"
"What's the difference between Trapeeze artists in the circus and the Can Can dancers?"
"I dread to think", said Bill, "One is.............ehm.............dunno"
The guy shook his head in agreement
"One is a cunning array of stunts"
The guy snorted tea out his nose.
"Buggers", he said, "lesson learned. Don't be drinking during the punchline"
"Spanish", said the guy
"Language or person", I asked
"Delay, prevarication", said Bill.
I rolled my eyes
"My young nephew has been learning Spanish for a year, but still cannot say "Please"............which I think is very poor for four"
The guy tried not to laugh but it burbled out
"FOXES", said Bill
"I was telling a colleague the other day I had seen a fox on the way to work yesterday and he asked me how I knew it was going to its work"
"Pathetic", scoffed Bill........."Ok...........from fox to CHICKENS"
"Two chickens are walking along the road and one stays 'I think I will cross to the other side' and his pal says 'I wouldn't if I were you..... you will never hear the end of it"
The guy laughed. Bill said "Now you are plumbing the depths"
"You promised me filthy and offensive", said the guy
I wondered if he would be offended if I asked him to pop his cock out under the table
At that point a man walked past. How can I put this............ he was somewhere between 3ft6 and 4ft tall (0.9meters to 1.1 meters for the younger amongst us).
Both Bill and the guy followed him with their eyes
"Here's hoping he doesn't walk in to a woman wearing a mini skirt", I "opined"
They both turned their attention back to me
"He will get a crack on his forehead".
Unfortunately for me, at that precise moment Bill was taking a big slug of Orange juice..........which he sprayed me with as he burst out laughing
The guy hooted. I wasn't sure if it was because of the 'joke' or me having orange juice running down my face.
I dabbed my face dry as best I could but of course it was now horrendously sticky.
"ENOUGH !!", Bill demanded
"Mechanics", said the guy
I frowned
"Five mechanics........... which one has the horniest girlfriend?................"
"STOP ", said Bill
"............the one with three clean fingers".
Tittering and tutting.
About 5 tables away, a row erupted. Or maybe got louder. We three turned to look.
"You are just the fucking limit", shouted one woman and slapped another woman, threw a glass of water over her before storming off.
I was quite disappointed. Was that IT??
Bill glared at me - him glaring was becoming a theme at this here breakfast - because he knew I LOVE watching women fight. Guys throw punches and that is it. Women pull hair etc etc. I've detailed in other tales two women rolling about the street..........slaps / spitting / hair pulling / I learned some new sweary words................. I was standing there agog like a four year old, having the best time and was right disappointed when their men came out the pub to separate them. Learned MORE bad words when they screamed further abuse at one another as they were dragged away.
A member of staff / waiter passed.
"Oh dear", I said, "wonder what THAT was all about"
Bill tutted. Of course !
"What is ANY argument about in this damn city?", fumed the waiter.
"Sex", I suggested, just to annoy Bill.
The waiter rolled his eyes "You are obviously from the East coast, sir,.............. FOOTBALL. They were discussing yesterday's match and the bias of the ref"
"Oh, I HEARD about that", said Bill
"You could hardly NOT", said the waiter, "It was the talk of the football 'phone in' on Clyde 1........."
(Narrator's note........ I'm not sure it is called that any more, the station I mean...... they are all part of Bauer media and their other station Clyde 2 has been rebranded Greatest Hits radio, but old habits die hard. I know, dear reader, you aint interested...........back to the waiter: : )
"..........took up tons of Sportscene last night on the telly and even made it to the front pages of the papers, never mind an entire forest used up for the back pages"
The waiter left
Bill said "Well, it IS well known the ref lays down for that dirty player..........well lays down with said player's sister and apparently / allegedly they are pussy-hounds on the prowl together"
"The ref and the player's sister............ is she bi?........... every straight man's wet dream, him and two women", I asked / observed 'innocently'. The guy tittered. Bill took the bait
"You are REALLY annoying", said Bill, "you know fine well I meant the ref and the PLAYER go on the prowl together for pussy, NOT the ref and the player's sister. And NO, it is not every straight man's wet dream"
"You've never been with two women............. at the same time in the same bed I mean............?", I decided to clarify the point given he was known to have more than one woman 'on the go' at the same time.
"Nope"
"I've had two guys taking turns with me", I said.
"Bully for you", said Bill, "the surprise in that sentence is that is was only two"
"I didn't want to boast", I smiled, "Apparently I am very shaggable and take a good dicking" (HINT fucking HINT Mister breakfast colleague !!!!!)
The guy laughed "Honestly, you two are REALLY funny" and then he turned the conversation back to yesterday's match.
From what Bill and the guy had heard, the foul was blatant, bordered on violent but the ref waved "play on". The guy looked it up on his phone and played it to Bill.
"OUCH" they both said at the appropriate bit. Or inappropriate bit if we are being pedantic (I HEARD that tut and sighing!)
Bill then segued in to a previous game said referee had been involved with that team and they (Bill and the guy) "were off".
I tuned out. I was enjoying watching Bill being animated.
Eventually, the guy and Bill both made "getting ready to go" moves. At this point, having had time to think whilst they two gabbed footie, a wee seed had sprouted.
I fake-frowned and interrupted when Bill paused for breath
"Didn't you want to go to the shops before checking out?"
Bill looked at me with barely concealed derision.
"Ehm..........NOPE. If I'd wanted to go to the shops I'd have done it when you dragged me to the car and had me pay for your parking".
He rolled eyes at the guy as if to say "What a tit". and resumed what he was saying.
Oh well, I tried.
The guy got up. OH MY! He was fucking HOT ! Not as hot as Bill but.......... Adddas shorts, very hairy legs. I managed not to stare or slobber.
Bill had stood too.
He huffed at me "Are you COMING ?"
"Not quite", I said, "I've just changed hands"
The guy tittered. Bill didn't.
He went back to the footie conversation and they both made off. I followed, not involved in said conversation.
We got to and waited for the lift. Bill went first and pushed the button for our floor, he raised eyebrows at the guy (ie 'which floor are you?).
The guy interpreted the eyebrows correctly and in the middle of his sentence said "Same as you" and resumed his sentence.
The seed was now sprouting in to a sunflower.
The lift (and us) made off to our floor without another stop.
The two footie-heads exited the lift and gab, gab, gabbed along the corridor. I held back a wee bit.
The guy stopped at his door. "Where are you?"
I attempted to say "At the end of the corridor",
But no................. Bill had stopped at our door, key-card slotted in with a
"Ha! There's a thing! Right next door !! ".
Yup, there WAS a thing.............
tbc
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