A New You
We dressed and walked to the precinct, chatting about blokes at work, about our jobs, that Fozzie is hanging doors like crazy, that it’s all hard graft. But he’s loving it. Telling me that Ryan’s doing the electrics before we get in and plaster over his work, covering up the evidence he calls it!
Ginge says he’s run ragged mixing and doing for 2 but he enjoys it, mostly, but not when Degsy bollocks him. I said I was the same and don’t worry we have both been on the wrong side of Degsys tongue but remember he’s always right. Just suck it up and learn from him.
We passed his house. ‘Hang on a mo’ he said and he ran down the path, passed an old sofa and broken washing machine left out on the grass.
He came out crying, wiping his face on his trackie top, his abs prominent on his beautiful belly.
‘I gave mum the £40, she said ‘thanks son, I’m proud of you, now fuck off with that Spanno, and watch out for that Degsy’. Thats the first time she’s ever said she’s proud of me’.
He wiped his eyes, straightened himself out and we went into the barbers.
‘Bloody hell, you’ve grown’,
the guy said, flicking his apron, and with mock gentility says ‘take a seat sir’.
He looked at me for direction as he picked up his strands of lanky long ginger hair,
‘make him look human’,
I said, he grinned and started on him.
After 15 minutes the floor was like an autumn forest, all ginger and browns. He looked angelic. He paid,
‘It’ll look better when washed, use a good conditioner, after all you’re worth it’,
said the barber,
‘Thanks, and i’ll see you in two years’,
Ginge said as the barber mock kicked his arse out of the door.
Next up JD sports, the shed of a shop was packed with fit looking lads, hands down their fronts, as they hung around and chatted whilst mates tried stuff on.
Ginge got a white Nike T shirt with aero something panels, new grey trackies and size 11 trainers in the sale, he was well pleased.
We found a tools and workwear shop around the back and he got bibber overalls so as to keep his new stuff for best, M&S for new undies, I had to wait outside whilst he chose, ‘too gay’ he said choosing together. Then to Boots’s chemist for a toothbrush, toothpaste, Axel spray, razor and foam, zit cream, KY jelly and a blue zipper case to keep it all in.
We presented him to Fozzie. He rang the bell so Fozzie had to come to open up, it took him ages, god knows what he was up to, he opened the door looking disheveled, he did a double take, then hugged him,
‘Fuck, I was asleep’,
‘Sorry, we wanted to surprise you’,
‘you certainly did, where’s that fucking street urchin gone, and hello, who’s this handsome guy?’,
Then gripping Ginges chin,
‘are these whiskers I see man?’, ‘We’ve gotta get those off, come on, how about a buddy shave session, maybe trim the downstairs and the hallway as well?’,
Fuck, my cock leapt hard in a nanosecond. Fozzies did the same and Ginge nearly pole vaulted into the door.
‘Great, we’re seeing Ryan tonight’ said Ginge.
We put the bags on the bed and stripped off, in our room, we got the shower nice and hot and Fozzie walked in naked, his hairy body stunning, his cock leading the way, he came back with clean bath towels from the airing cupboard and his cut throat razor and paraphernalia, oils and such like.
‘First, get a real hot shower, we’ll help you’,
We washed him in some of Fozzies expensive grooming gel, and shampoo for red heads, it emphasised the colour somehow. Fozzie got his shaving kit, Ginge was apprehensive to be sure, his cock deflated. Fozzie lathered his face up.
‘I look like a fucking Ginger Santa’,
We laughed, I put a blob on his cock. He swished it around.
Fozzie opened the cut throat,
‘now, I use this everywhere I shave, and I mean everywhere, don’t worry, I’m very good at it, let’s get started’.
He stood in close and pinched up his skin and shaved down, wiping the blade on his thumb, the hot tap running, steaming up the room. He deftly caught all the hairs, trapped in the foam. Ginge rinsed his face. Fozzie took the razor and sculpted Ginges thick locks, neatening up what the barber had done, just small amounts of shaping, Fozzie is a perfectionist.
Fozzie sharpened the blade on a leather belt. He knelt down and looked at Ginges untidy bush, looking at the hairy mass of his balls and pipe.
‘Trust me?’,
Ginge nodded.
Fozzie picked up the towels and we layed them on the lounge floor, Ginge laid down and I filled a plant sprayer full of hot water, Fozzie asked Ginge to lay back legs akimbo as if he was going to fuck him. He sprayed the water on his balls and crack and lathered him up. Fozzie deftly shaved his crack and nuts then with his legs down he sprayed his bush and using a comb, he shaved the hairs to length, neatening them up by sculpting. It was easier with a boner Fozzie said.
‘One more shower and then we’ll see what you’re like.’
We preened him again, I massaged his shoulders looking down his back and arse as Foz washed his hair, massaging his scalp, their boners sizing each other up, side by side the suds cascading down Ginges body.
The hairs on Ginges nape, now short, trimmed, groomed, my fingers going against the grain, watching the reddy golden hairs fall back. I kissed his nape and ran my hands over his shoulders and under his arms to his waist.
‘Gerroff’ he said, squirming and turning to look at me with those eyes, that face beaming at me.
The lad is starting to beef up, three meals a day and lots of hard work. He’ll be a man all too soon. Best enjoy him now.
I’m boning up, my cock settles in his crack. Ginge reaches back and pumps me, I lower my body, bending my knees, spreading my legs and pushing my hips out to take him, I impale him on my shaft and I am desperate to release my seed into this beautiful creature, so willing, so sexy, stood inches apart from me, his pissy, cloying aroma now gone and replaced with a manly musk.
We howled as the cold water hit us.
‘You can stop that’ says Foz, ‘anyway I thought you were going to Ryan’s tonight for whatever is on offer?’,
We nodded,
‘Well you’ll need all the energy you can muster, for one of his spunkathons, I only went the once, I nearly had to be carried out, they drained my nuts, my arse was sore and my knob red raw. Ryan was into me but I think Michelle likes ‘em younger’.
‘My sort of night’,
laughed Ginge as he snapped his ever hard shaft down as it slapped to hit his abs. His bush now naturally shaped.
‘Fuck I look huge’,
says Ginge parading his cock about his hands on his waist.
‘You look fucking gorgeous’, says Fozzie, ‘if only I were 15 years younger’,
‘Let’s eat now, I’m starving, then we can dress and fuck off to be fucked off’, said Ginge, ‘We’re meeting Pat in The Feathers car park’.
Pat was waiting outside by the fire exit. His face lit up as he saw Ginge. They hugged. We walked on.
‘Look at you Bro!’,
said Pat, mussing Ginges hair and pulling his trackies out to look in.
‘Fuck when did you ever wear underpants?’,
‘From now bro, get used to it, this is the new me’,
‘Yeah, just till your ma can’t afford the weekly payments’,
‘Nope, all paid for, all mine. Anyway look at you’,
Pat was a fuller, stockier, muscular lad, still lopsided on his wanking arm though, his trackies would bulge occasionally as his pendulum swung.
‘Yeah, I’ve been getting some work with Scrappo, cash in hand, nice, but hard graft’,
‘Tell me about it, slaving all day for this cunt and Degsy’,
‘Cheeky’, I said,
‘No, just joking, I’m loving it Pat, they’re really nice till you fuck up, then you get a roasting’,
‘Speaking of which, shall we knock on Ryan’s door?’
The lads nodded and adjusted their poles.
Ryan opened the door ‘quick come in lads’, where’s Ginge, have you left his mangy arse in the pub?’
‘Oi you’, Ginge laughed,
‘Shelles out with her mates, she’s back after the pubs shut, she wants every one of you any which way you fucking like. So I haven’t to wear you out. Get the beers Spanno’.
I returned and Ginge and Pat were making out, so hot. I threw Ryan a can, he caught it, releasing his dick.
‘Who needs a porno with this show’ he said.
Ginge looked and grinned as he closed his mouth over Pats lips, tonguing him, holding his face still and grinding into him. Pats truncheon was visible through his trackies, tenting out obscenely.
Ginge was in control, he pushed Pats trackies under his arse, Pats pale muscled cheeks and his crack, so tempting as it wiggled. Pat lowered Ginges trackies to reveal white undies, his cheeks contracted sexily as they writhed, kissing.
Breaking away Ginge pulled Pats fleece top off, his muscular frame and tiny nips, his ridiculously narrow waist accentuating his V form, his lats more ribs than muscles. Big shoulders, high pecs and strange thick wonky arms through lifting weights badly.
Pat pulled off Ginges top, he was bigger, his ruddy farmers frame, not as pretty but full of raw energy. They flexed and paraded around,
‘Get on with it lads’, Ryan said ‘show me the money’,
They held each others pants and pulled down, Pat had his thumbs in both of Ginges layers so were both naked.
‘Fuck you’ve grown since I used to take you swimming Pat’ said Ryan. ‘Come here and let me cop a feel of that monster’.
My arse twitched when he revealed his cock, massive against his narrow frame but big against anything.
Ryan had him sit on his lap, Ryan’s cock peeping up between Pats thighs, Ryan held Pats erect penis high, ‘fuck that’s gorgeous’, he said, Pat grinned.
‘This fuckers gonna make me lots of dosh, this bloke in Londons gonna do some porn videos then I’ll make it big and I’ll be out of this dump, you wasters can carry on working whilst I’ll be fucking everything around and making good money’.
Ginge looked a bit crestfallen.
‘Well I hope it all works out for you, you could do worse than let Fozzie trim you, like Ginge here?’,
Ginge paraded,
‘Yeah, I might do that, you look great Ginge’,
‘Thanks, now is that fucking pole of yours gonna get some action? Let’s show these oldies how to really fuck’.
Ryan got his phone out and rested it on the chair recording them.
‘Gives us a shout if we can do anything lads’.
‘You can put the fucking heating on for a start and get a tray of shots’, demanded Pat.
I got the shots, two sherry glasses full of spiced rum.
They 69’d each other, Ginge only sucking the first inch or so of Pat, his mouth at full stretch around his thick torpedo shaped dick.
Ryan said to Pat, ‘If you’re planning on fucking Ginge with that monster, you might want one of us to open him up for you?’
‘OK, but no cumming up him, I’m not having sloppy seconds’,
‘After you Spanno’ said Ryan, ‘prey no young sir, after you’ I said mockingly as I tossed him the KY.
Ginge got on all fours as Ryan lubed up his hole and played with it, teasing his balls, yanking his nuts like a ripcord. Shoving his nose up his crack, tickling his hole.
He quickly went upstairs and came back down with a pink vibrator
‘one of ‘Shelles, I use it sometimes’,
‘Hope you’ve fucking washed it’ said Ginge.
Ryan switched it on and ran the device from Ginges nape down his spine and over his crack, cupping it under his balls, Ginge laughed and wiggled his arse ‘ooh that feels good’ he says,
Ryan lubes up the tip and pushes it into Ginge, who grimaces and then yelps when the buzzer hits his prostate,
‘Fuck, switch it off Ryo, I’m gonna shoot’,
Ryo pulled it out and pushed on in.
‘That’s better’ says Ginge as he wiggles to get comfy and pull back and forth up Ryo’s shaft.
Ryan groaned, I was half watching and half sucking off Pats cock, playing with him, examining him, lifting it up, feeling the weight of it, the girth, loving the feeling of a strange hot cock in my hand, peeling back his skin, smelling his aroma, adding it to my smell bank for future reference.
‘Like it?’ He said,
‘I fucking love it, you lucky sod’,
‘I’m not so sure about that, birds just want to see it, maybe watch it spurt out, but they don’t want it anywhere near them’.
‘Their loss, our gain’,
I say and opening wide I suck his cock head, he’s pushing in and out of me, I’m at my gag point now and he’s still fuck facing me. I retract, a saliva web sticks from his cock to my mouth, I heave in breath and I’m on him again, going deeper now as I relax, getting his measure, honing my swallow technique and relaxing more, knowing that I want to feel his bush on my face, I’m working hard to get it down.
‘Fuck’ he says, ‘I could fill your tummy with my juice right now’,
I mumble and do a thumbs up sign,
He pulls out and I stand up and kiss him deep, holding his face still, feeding him precum loaded saliva,
‘Pity it’s not your load’ I say,
‘You dirty get’ he says,
‘You’ve never swapped loads with a guy?’ I asked.
‘Er, no that’s too fucking gay’,
I looked over at Ryan pumping Ginges arse
‘Er and that isn’t?’,
‘No that’s just mates, we help each other out when we can’t get a bird, that’s all’, he reasoned with himself.
‘How about you helping me out with this’ I said slapping my cock in my palm,
We 69’d, Ryan’s curiosity with my cock increased.
Ryan slowed down making sure he didn’t shoot up Ginge and hebpulled out, we were lying back, we daren’t touch each others cocks or holes anymore as we’d surely shoot.
‘Come on Spanno, your shout’, says Ginge.
I rose up and pushed on into his gaping hole,
‘Open me up stud’ says Ginge.
As I rammed home Pat and Ryan were 69 ing on the couch, lots of ‘oohs and ah’s’.
I pulled out of Ginge,
‘he’s as ready as he’ll ever be’ I said as I tossed Pat the KY.
‘Where’s that bloody shot’ said Ginge, he downed it in one, grimacing
’another please’,
I poured him one, Pat shook me a no.
Ginge downed that and assumed his position, Ryan started his phone on video and we watched in awe as Pats thick 10” slipped into Ginges arsehole. Ginge moaned deeply, growling and before he had time to adjust to his girth, Pat started hammering at his hole.
‘You always liked to take it hard and fast, didn’t you Ginge?’,
Ginge moaned,
‘Fucking shut his moaning one of you’ said Pat.
Ryan got up and dropped his cooling cock into Ginges mouth, getting it harder and face fucking him as as Pat screwed him at the other end, grinning at Ryan.
I got down under Ginge and took his soft dripping cock into my mouth, rubbing the salty sweet jelly like worm around in my mouth, feeling him get thicker, arousing him, amid the slapping of Pats big balls, the squelching of his pole in Ginges arse and Ginges mewling as Ryan’s cock invades his throat.
Ginge arched his back high then lowered fully into my mouth as his load streamed out like salty, watery half cum half piss as I gulped it down.
Pat was ramming home hard when the front door opened and Michelle walked in,
‘Oh I see you’ve started then, I hope none of you have finished yet?’,
‘Saving ‘em for you love’ said Ryan as he face fucked Ginge,
‘I’m just off for a widdle, I’ll shout you when I’m ready’,
‘Right lads’ Ryan said as we all pulled off Ginge,
‘Fucking hell, that were great’ said Ginge recovering from the onslaught, his legs wobbly as he stood.
Ryan picked up his phone and pressed stop.
I’ll top and tail it and put it on WhatsApp lads, for private viewing only, Michelle won’t let me film her, tight cow’,
‘Ready lads’ shouts Michelle.
She’s laid out on the bed, naked, her tits hanging over the side of her petite body, her abs slim and her big arse broadening to her bush and wobbly thighs, to thin legs and painted toenails.
Ginge and Pat stood, boned, mouths agape, drooling,
‘What you scared of lads? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, cum here my boys’, she said,
They ran to the bed and into her beckoning arms, laying close, Pat had his hands on her breasts then down her body, rubbing at her bush, fingering her as he kissed her, swapping to let Ginge have a look, more shy, tentatively touching her breasts then getting bolder.
‘You scrub up well Ginge’,
she said then taking his dick in her clenched fist
‘You’re quite the man aren’t you’,
Ginge nodded as she pumped up and down his shaft.
‘And you Pat, I used to hear half conversations with your ma and my mum talking about your dad and laughing at how big he was, I never understood till later as he was only five foot tall, and now look at you and your massive dong’, she picked it up, feeling his girth,
‘Ooh I want you first, Pat. I hope you’re not firing blanks. Ryan shook his head in a ‘no’ to her.
She knelt up doggy style. Pat knew instinctively what to do, he said how gorgeous her cunt looked. We watched as her lips parted and Pat slid in, his whole length disappearing as Michelle wiggled and got comfy, opening her mouth wide to take Ginges cock as Pat pumped.
Ryan said ‘call us when your ready’,
We went to the makeshift gym. Ryan laid back on the bench,
‘Spot me’,
he said as I stood behind him helping make sure he had the weight and watching as he lifted it high, extending his arms, his hairy chest broadening and his arms, sculpted muscles, bulging, I watched, my hands under the bar as he lowered slowly down, his cock softening, draped over his thigh, a slug trail from the tip.
He leant his head back and opened his mouth, his eyes laughing up at me, twinkling as he sucked my nuts as he raised the bar again, repeating for a whole rep.
‘Your turn’ he said, spitting me out.
We swapped, ‘fuck this is hard work’ I said, Ryan tutted and muttered, as he reduced the weights for me.
That was better, I did the full rep, watching Ryos dick sway as he helped me latch the bar into the hooks.
I heard Michelle scream and Pat grunt out obviously filling her up,
Then we heard her ‘come on Ginge, he’s shot too soon, bring on the cavalry’,
Then Ginges moan as he fucks Michelle senseless.
The door opens and it’s Pat,
‘Your turn Ryan’, Ryan disappeared into the bedroom.
I got dressed much faster than I stripped and bolted out of the door, breathing in the the cooler air, feeling conflicted. I wonder what Michelle meant when she said about firing blanks, did she mean Ryan?
I sat by Fozzie in The Feathers and ordered 4 pints, two each, and we’d supped the first by the time the second was poured.
Ginge and Pat burst in. ‘Another four please’ said Ginge, proud to stand his round.
‘By heck lads you’re thirsty tonight’,
‘Thirsty work’, they laughed,
‘Hey Spanno’ shouted a familiar voice, it was Degsy and Macca,
‘How did you get on?’ Said Degsy,
We looked at each other, nervous.
‘Well, Degsy, we all pledged that what happened at Ryan’s, stays at Ryan’s, ok?’
He grinned, and nodded.
‘you lucky, dirty cunts’ says Macca,
‘Time gentleman please’ said Roy the barman.
‘Does that mean we can continue drinking?’ Said Fozzie,
Roy shook his head ‘Fuck off home lads, I want to get my feet up, I might even be on a promise’
A cheer erupted.
‘Fucking hell’ says Macca, ‘even boss-eyed Roy’s getting more than me’.
We laughed. But it was true. I remembered Degsys warning about stopping over at Maccas and my cock shrivelled further.
We walked Pat home and Fozzie and I waited as Ginge snogged Pat and felt him up behind a hedge then Pat ran off home into the estate.
We walked back, I was quiet after the unnecessary information about Ryan, Ginge in the middle, arms over shoulders, Fozzie feeling up his arse.
‘You’ll have to stop wearing kegs Ginge, feeling your arse is not the same, I can’t get my finger to your crack and your up your sweet pucker anymore, or feel your pole throb’
‘Maybe I’ll start wearing jocks’ says Ginge
‘Oh yeah babe, now you’re talking’ said Fozz.
We pulled in closer and in the drunken haze, comfy, close and warm we walked back to the safety of Fozzies flat and more buddy sex.
TBC
