Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2017 10:49:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Lion-King Chapter 25 Lion-King by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with fresh young lads then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 25 Before he was killed Ace and I employed four guys: two on the ordinary building jobs we found locally - never more than about 20 miles from Harlow - and two on the playroom conversions for our queer clients. After the accident everything just shuddered to a halt. I don't know how I did it, but the ordinary jobs got finished without much input from me. The two guys we had were pretty good and understanding. I didn't accept any more jobs for several months. We had one conversion on the go - the Oxford one never happened, of course - and it was finished a couple of weeks later. I didn't accept any more of them either. I laid the guys off. I felt sad about that, but there wasn't any choice. They understood - they'd been pretty cut up about Ace, and they saw that I wasn't seeking any more business. Since there was plenty of building work going on they weren't out of a job for long. By the spring of 1958 I was ready to think about the future again. I contacted the four guys and offered them their jobs back. Two of them grabbed the offer immediately, but the other two didn't want the uncertainty of another change. I couldn't blame them. The two who were happy to come back did so a week or two later, by which time I'd secured a couple of ordinary jobs in Harlow. Nothing big, but enough to get the ball rolling again. The guys were both queer, of course, as Ace and I made a decision only to hire other queers long ago. I decided to carry on with just the three of us, and see how things developed. Back then there was no shortage of work. The housing boom was still in full swing and lots of people in Victorian-built houses had enough money to spend on improvements to wiring and plumbing. You don't want the details, but believe me we worked long hours for a year. In 1959 I decided that I wanted to get back into conversions again. Years earlier Ace and I had put posters in queer pubs and clubs in London, and I went to some of the more useful contacts that summer. By the following weekend I'd been contacted by no fewer than three guys, all wanting work done. The only way I could manage this was to recruit, and to recruit fast. I put the word out that I wanted queer guys to work for me. The Harlow queer scene wasn't very extensive then, but despite that word got out quickly, and I soon had a list of nine guys who were interested. I decided to meet them one at a time and gave each of them a time to join me for a drink in a tolerant pub. After a week I'd narrowed the field down to five, and drunk a fair amount of beer. All five had the building skills I needed - three were fully qualified to do everything I was likely to need while the other two were younger, and I could train them in any skills they lacked. I needed one guy to beef up the ordinary side and three guys to work with me on the conversions. It was time to narrow it down to four. I needed to know three things about each of them: was he skilled - yes, because that's how I'd narrowed them down already; was he trustworthy - I'd hope to find out somehow; was he agreeable to have as an employee working on sensitive work in close proximity? The interview would find out. I invited the three older guys to come one Friday evening. I met them at the pub and we sank a few beers. They didn't know it, but the interview had already begun. I wanted to see how they reacted together. After three rounds it was time to go to my place. When we got there I took them straight into the playroom at the back. My bedroom was at one end, as you know, and the other end still had Ace's bed. I'd put a waterproof sheet on my bed. The three of them looked at the set-up. "Is this what we'll be doing?" asked one of them. I explained the arrangement. "We'll be doing conversions like this, but tailored to the client's requirements and what's possible in his house," I said. "The whole thing has to be completely secret, that's why everyone I hire is queer: we all have the same secret and we all have to trust each other not to spill the beans. That includes the clients." They looked carefully at what I had and asked a lot of intelligent questions. After half an hour the questions dried up. "Well," I said, "who wants to play?" As I've told you, I was highly promiscuous after Ace and Jack were killed. Although boys were my preference I was happy to fuck anyone. These three were definitely acceptable playmates. We spent a happy few hours getting to know each other, and revisiting the beer, an essential part of most of the playrooms we'd be involved with in future. If a guy wasn't happy with piss he'd be useless in the sort of work I was getting. All three were content to play. I threw them out at midnight and told them I'd let them know. I was fairly sure in my mind that one of them was likely to be the unlucky fifth man. I got the two younger guys in on the Sunday afternoon. It was 31 August 1959. We met in the pub again and had the necessary few beers. As sex partners they were closer to my preferred range, being only 20. Each had two years of building experience before doing National Service at 17, and had learned useful skills then as well. They had got out in early 1959 and had odd building jobs since. They had occasionally worked as casual labour together, but didn't know each other, and neither had any idea that the other was queer. They shared one other useful attribute: they were both extremely attractive. Andy was about 6 foot, 10 stone (all muscle), jet black hair, brown eyes; Ted was about 5'6", wiry, blond, blue eyes. That much was obvious in the pub. When we got back to the playroom I watched their reactions, and was pleased that they were both excited by what they saw. "Fucking hell," murmured Ted, "this is something all right." As I had on Friday I explained what the set-up would be. Andy asked if they could try. I smiled and said, "That's why we're here on a Sunday afternoon." At that time I didn't have a sling, but it was pretty clear what was likely to happen in the playroom - the drain, the bath, the shower heads, the toilet. "Are you two happy to play?" I asked. My answer came as the two of them started to strip. I did the same and we put our clothes out of harm's way on Ace's bed. Naturally being three queer guys we then had a good look at each other. Andy and Tom saw Tattoo-boy, who as always was much admired. They saw my 9 inches too, and each expressed eager anticipation of getting more intimately acquainted with them. I assured them that that was part of the bargain. What did I see? I was pleased that they were both uncut - it's so much more fun that way. Andy was 7 inches and Ted was 6. Nice balls, both of them, and not too hairy. If they passed muster I knew I'd have to get them to shave. I could hardly make it a condition of employment, but if I asked nicely ... The beer was making urgent demands by now, so I got all three of us into the bath with a bit of hot water in the bottom. I got them to lie down side by side and I stood straddling them. "Who wants more beer?" I asked, holding my cock ready to go. Andy and Ted both grinned. "Ah! now I get it," said Andy, "This'll be fun." Ted didn't seem completely convinced that being pissed on by his prospective employer was the brightest thing, but by then I'd started. I aimed at Andy's chest and steered the flow across his nipples, then down his belly to his cock - fully hard by now. I splashed his balls a bit then moved across to Ted. If he wasn't happy then the only place to start would be his balls, and that's where my first blast of recycled beer hit him. Until then his cock had been soft, but by the time his balls had had 10 seconds of hot piss blasted around them Little Ted was signalling that, whatever Big Ted thought, Little Ted wanted some of that nice hot piss on him. I obliged. Ted was convinced. My bladder was empty. What would happen now, I wondered. It would be interesting to see whether either of my potential employees would show leadership qualities. Andy rose to the unspoken challenge. He turned to Ted. "Rex's finished pissing, but I'm still bursting, and I guess you are too. What about it?" Ted nodded, "Hang on a sec though." This would be interesting. Ted stood up and turned round. Could it be? Yes! Ted got down again head to toe with Andy. "Not quite," he said, "hang on." And they both wriggled a bit until they were aligned for a 69. This was moving a lot faster than I'd expected, or dared to hope for. "Let's do it," said Ted. Each lad reached for the other's cock and started to lick it - they must have done this dozens of times before, but never with each other. The icing on the cake this time was that each of them knew full well that with a bursting bladder there was going to be piss flowing out of the cock in his mouth before there was spunk. I sat back on the edge of the bath to watch. Andy was happy to swallow, but the volume was such that most of Ted's piss just poured out of his mouth. Ted didn't try to swallow, but just let it flow. By this time I was certain I had my two employees. However there was still most of Sunday afternoon to fill. I told them that as a good host and, I hoped, a good employer, I sought to treat my staff equally. "But I've only got one cock, so you'll have to take turns," I said, "who wants to get fucked first?" Ted won, rather to my surprise, so he and I had a quick shower and went over to my bed. I was pleased to see that he'd lubed himself beforehand, so I didn't on this occasion need to spent a long time warming him up. I fact I was deep inside him within three minutes of getting him onto the bed. I was careful not to come, however, because I wanted to save that for later. I fucked him deep for several minutes and was rewarded with a groan from Ted, "Aaah! I'm cumming!" and a goodly spurt of cum landed on his belly. I pulled out quickly - this was a job interview rather than act of love-making, remember - and licked up the generous flood on his belly. Even though it was a job interview it was only courteous to thank the lad, so he got a cum-sharing kiss. Andy had watched all this, stroking himself constantly. Ted got off the bed and his place was taken by Andy. I repeated the procedure, this time taking only four minutes before causing Andy's balls to yield their tasty treat. For the second round it was Andy's turn to go first, so while he was still in a post-orgasmic haze I put my cock to his lips and invited him to suck me off. He made a fair job of it, not trying to deep-throat me but getting four or five inches in. I stopped him before I was ready to cum. I beckoned Ted over to join us, and he took over from Andy. He was better at it, and I knew he could get me to cum if I let him. Another time I would - indeed on countless other times I would. I had to come, and it had to be even-handed. I got them lying side by side on the bed as they had been in the bath when I pissed on them. "Get really close, guys," I said. I stood over them and wanked myself hard and fast. As I came I dropped to my knees and managed to shoot my spunk onto their cocks and balls. It was a good cum, and there was a lot of my juice on them. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. "So eat," I said. Ted turned in a flash and they were soon busy 69ing. To no-one's surprise when my offering had been consumed the urge that each of them felt to produce, and to consume, another offering was very great. When we'd finished playing, and in my case interviewing, I told them they both had a job. They grinned and whispered together. "Thank you for having us," said Andy. "Glad you could come," I replied. When they and the two older guys came the next weekend to talk seriously about the work programme we went off to the pub after a morning's serious planning. When we got back from the pub I was pleased to note that all four of them had shaved. "I" had been invisible throughout all this, of course. Some of the details had gone from my memory, and it was extremely invigorating to have the scene played out again before me. "I" came far more often than I had done that August afternoon. Tomorrow would see the end of my journey. Soon, boys, soon. =============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should send comments and suggestions