I’m not sure really how it happened. One week I’m considering college, Mechanical Engineering, the next is I’m being fucked ragged by a bully I despise and now I’m been fucked ragged by two gorgeous men, and I’ve got them on tap!
Drinks all round.
Josh stays over at Trudys on a Saturday night leaving me and Dick to go out, get pissed and shag our brains out, it’s nice having a bit more space in the bed whilst Josh ‘dips his wick’ as he calls it. He’s a lad.
Dick spends Wednesday nights at his mums, giving me some Joshy worship time, we fire up the water heater and share the big Victorian cast iron bath together, all candles, suds, cleaning hard-ons and holes, then retire for an early night, him all clean and fresh smelling.
Then its massages and cuddles all round till we just have to release, usually just by sucking each other off, or kissing and rubbing our cocks together , squirting up our chests, synchronised, holding off to very last unbearable second then blessed relief. Kissing passionately in a frenzy of lust as we shoot. Sometimes Josh will then fuck me like i’m a rag doll,
‘you’re just another hole to fuck’ he says,
he’s an animal, I love it.
I go to mums for tea every week, but the thought of staying over in my old room with model aeroplanes hanging from the ceiling, a One Direction duvet cover and swimming cups does nothing for me. I’ve moved on, I’ve got my own place and two gorgeous lovers.
Dick pays his way, he gives me a third of the rent and we have a kitty for grub. Josh is always skint, he’s saving up for this fucking house in Ollerton, with Trudy. He does splash out though on the odd Chinese meal out or for a boozy night in The Feathers on him, ‘put your brass away lads, I’m flush today’ he’d say.
Josh is still doing ‘overtime’ for Terry. Dick thinks he enjoys being rammed by Tezza. I know I didn’t. Dick once said he’s not even sure if Trudy exists? Now that set me thinking. Is Trudy his straight cover?
When Josh is on an ‘early’ Dick and I cuddle up and have fun. Dick is a considerate lover, always holding back till he’s fucked the cum out of me before pushing in as deep as he can go and unloading in me. I feel him all day, on my round, an oozing stickiness. I can always stop at Maccy D’s for a burger and dump out his load if it gets too uncomfortable.
We’re regulars in the Abbey now, no more jibes from the crusty old leather lads, we’ve taken over The Snug and the Juke box. Josh and Terry come in after work most nights, no doubt after he’s filled Josh with his load. I never ask, it’s transactional, like Stokesley Avenue, that keeps him and me in beer money. Something else Dick doesn’t know about.
I’m still very wary of Terry but he does buy his rounds and tells some pretty dirty stories about his younger days, getting us all hard. Josh doesn’t seem to bother either way. I think it’s just a money spinner for him, Josh’s sugar daddy, depositing his load for Josh’s deposit on Trudys dream of a house in Ollerton.
The lads are calling me ‘Sparky’ at work due to the electric van. It’s really nippy around town and plugging it in overnight at work to charge is no hassle. I’ve got to watch my route, no deviations and I can eke out a days charge.
I’ve a green uniform to match the van. It’s a one piece thing with a tight elasticated waist. I love it, Dick says it shows off my bum nicely. It’s getting summer now so I’m pretty much naked underneath, maybe wearing a jock strap and the one piece, popper buttons open as far down as I dare. the scratchy fabrics getting softer now it’s been washed a lot of times.
Boss is all over me, with the van and my uniform. I think he’s frustrated. I tease him a little, unpoppering above my fly as if it’s accidental, then stretching to get something high up giving him an eyeful of my package and bush. If he took it further, I wouldn’t mind, I’ll bet he’s discrete, he might even be giving Dick one or vice versa for all I know.
‘You’ve got a jock on under there?’ He says pointing at my undone fly popper.
‘Yeah’ I say ‘look, the poppers are wearing out’, and I pull the poppers open right up to my chest, revealing my torso and my chubby package in the jock.
‘Coach says it’s healthier in summer, you don’t want sweaty bollocks or a summer groin rash,’
I rub my tits, flexing my abs a little, sucking my stomach in.
‘Indeed’ says Boss. ‘fuck you look great in that, but we cant have you unpoppering like that on your round can we? It might cause an accident, come in to the office and I’ll see what electric branding gear I have been sent.’,
Boss shuts the outer roller door and we’re in his office,
‘I got these the other day, what size are you?’,
‘38 chest, 28 waist, 7” soft.’,
‘Really? I had you down for 30 waist’,
he laughs as he starts to undress,
‘I’m 44 chest, 36 waist, 6” hard, occasionally’,
We strip off on the pretext of both trying the uniforms on. He’s really relaxed as if this is all what normal blokes do at work.
He throws me a T shirt and a beany cap with a lightning logo on.
I pull it over,
‘perfect’ he says, ‘I wish you’d just wear the T and cap, for work or maybe just the cap!’
He strips and puts on the matching T shirt and we’re off. We kiss, the first touch sends him frantic, kissing me, rubbing his hands up my arse crack, gripping my cock.
‘I want to fuck you, I’ve wanted to since the day you walked in all those months ago. ‘Loose poppers my arse’, ha you fucking tease. So shall we?’
‘Only if I do you after, no welching out once you’ve had me?’,
‘Scouts honour’,
he says and pulls his rock hard dick down and I watch it rise back up like a barbers pole.
‘On the desk lad’ he says. I climb up and sit, my legs hanging over the edge.
‘Got any lube?’,
‘Yeah’,
he says and grolls up a ball of phlegm and bending spits it in my arse crack, his chin rough as he licks and cleans me out, another ball of phlegm on his cock and he’s pushing in.
Boss was not very inventive, but I want to keep my job so I lie about how good he is.
I looked at my watch, it was 5:20. I’ve just time to get dressed and meet Josh in The Feathers at 6:00. I picked up my jock strap, slipped it on along with the new green flash uniform and prised into my trainers. I took a spare set, locked them up the van, made sure the battery was charging, and was off on my bike, ass sore but I think I’d broken Terry, him no more the bully, me the victor getting just what I want, when I want.
I held my hand out,
‘£20 is the rate isn’t it?’ I said.
Terry reached for his wallet,
‘let’s call it £50 shall we? You don’t want to undercut Josh’. He said.
The cooler air hit me, I roared out aloud as I cycled along, beating my chest like Tarzan as I stopped at the zebra crossing. I’m the fucking king around here.
TBC
