Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 07:18:36 EDT
From: BurgyHill@aol.com
Subject: Best Job in the World

This story is fiction. Non of the celebrates mentioned
it are assumed to be gay.


  Where do I start?
How do I explain how all this came about?
It's best to explain who I am first. So here goes.

   My name is Andy Jones and I am 19 years old. I live
with my parents in the large industrial town of Oldham
which is 7 miles north of Manchester in the north of
England. My father is a local government officer and my
mother works as a clerk at the school which I attended.

   I have known I was gay since I was about 9 or 10 and
I as I grew up I had several sexual experiences with my
contemporaries. However this story is not about them.

   I left school with a half a dozen GCSE's at 16 and
decided to get a job instead of continuing my education.
After a few interviews I landed a job at a builders
merchants working in the yard. It doesn't pay much but
as I live with my parents I have no bills apart from the
30 a week I give to my mother for board. That leaves me
with enough money to go out drinking with my mates at
weekend. Most of mates are straight. A have had sex with
a few of them as we grew up but they all have
girlfriends now. That doesn't stop me having a little
fun with a couple of them. About once a month I get
together with one of the guys he loves me to fuck his
arse. But most of the time he is happy with his
girlfriend. Another one loves me to suck him off. He
says his bird won't do it and as I have been going down
on him for the past 3 years it won't matter as long as
she doesn't find out. I don't mind as I love sucking
cock.

   However, I digress. As I have just explained I love
sucking cock and imagine my delight when I saw a small
advert in a gay magazine.

   Scally Boy Cocksucker required. It read. Together
with a box number to send off for details. Me and my
mates are what you would call scally boys. If you don't
know what they are then you can always to a search on
the internet. We are proper scally boys and most older
people get really pissed off at us.

   After reading the advert I typed a quick letter on my
computer put it in an envelope and popped it in the
post. I then went home and lay on my bed and imagined
who wanted blowing. I wanked myself silly as I
fantasized about whose cock I would get to suck.

   A week later I still had not received a reply and I
began to think it was probably a joke.

   It was a cold and wet Tuesday afternoon and I had
really had enough of working in the yard. It was about
30 minutes before I finished for the day when I got a
text on my phone.

   "Can I call round when you get in", it read. It was
from Pete. One of the guys I've already told you about.
That meant he wanted a blow job. I immediately text back
telling him I should be in about 5.30 pm.

   I got home about 5.20 pm my mum had just walked in
from work and had started to prepare the evening meal.

   "Hi mum", I said, "Pete's calling round to play on
the playstation".

   "OK darling", she replied, "Dinner will be about an
hour".

   I ran upstairs and switched my computer on. I loaded
up my web browser and got one of Pete's favourite porn
sites with all the tits and pussy a straight man could
want. A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the
door. It was Pete. My mum let him in and he ran up to my
room. I was lay on my bed waiting for him.

   "All right mate", he said entering my room.

   "Yer fine", I told him as I jumped off my bed,
sticking my fist out to his as we brought them together
in our regular greeting gesture.

   I reached out and groped his cock and balls through
his track suit bottoms.

   "Hey, not yet", he said, "Wait til I get it up".

   "I know", I responded, "I just love feeling you up".

   I quickly moved in and kissed him on his cheek. He
didn't like me doing that, but let me as long as I
didn't do it too often and none of the other guys found
out.

   "Stop it", he said.

   "Let me suck your cock", I begged.

   He sat down at the computer and began going through
the pics on his favourite site.

   "You been with anyone since you last sucked my cock",
he asked.

   It had been about 2 week since he last painted my
tonsils and I had had a couple of experiences since
then. I had fucked the other lad I told you about
earlier, but since Pete didn't know about that I wasn't
going to tell him. So I told him about the lad I had met
in the Gay Village in Manchester. We had wanked each
other off in the toilets of one of the bars.

   "When you shag Sarah last", I enquired, more out of
politeness than interest.

   "Last night", he told me, "Her mum went to her Aunts
so we fucked on the living room floor", he laughed.

   "God, I'd give her one", he said glaring at the image
on the screen.
   "Come on then", he said as he stood up to lower his
track suit bottoms, "Work your magic on my cock".

   "No, let me", I pleaded. As I stopped him from
removing his clothes. I felt his now stiff cock through
the material of his trackie bottoms.

   "Hurry up", he demanded, "I need to shoot my load".

   "Ok", I said a little disappointed, I had wanted to
feel him up some more.

   I pulled his bottoms down and his cock sprang up.

   "Wow", I exclaimed as I reached out to hold it and at
the same time pushing him back into the chair.

   I dropped to my knees as he spread his legs wide
awaiting the oral pleasure I was about to perform for
him. I licked his balls before gently taking his cock
head into my mouth. I licked round the head of his cock
before taking the whole of his 6 « inch cock in. He
groaned as I picked up speed taking his whole cock in
for a few strokes then just his head for a few strokes.

    "Oh yes", he moaned as my mouth moved faster and
faster along the shaft of his swollen prick.

   I closed my eyes tight as I sucked away at his stiff
cock. I quickly glanced up and smiled to myself as I saw
that he had his eyes closed. I wondered who he was
imagining was sucking away at his cock. I didn't care
what he was thinking all I wanted to feel his cock in my
mouth and for it to get harder and for it to shoot it's
load down my throat.

   "Suck that cock, Puffter", he groaned half shouting
half whispering so as not to alert my mother to the
goings on.

   I loved it when he called me names while I was
sucking him. If he called me at any other time I
threatened to smack him. But it didn't matter when I had
him in my power.

   I felt his cock get rock hard and I knew now it would
not be long before he shot his load. His cock twitched
and his balls began to tighten.

   "Fuck", he almost screamed," Here it comes"

   No sooner had he said that then I felt his spunk
rising up his shaft before it blasted onto the roof of
my mouth in 5 or 6 spurts. I knelt back still with my
eyes closed as I savoured the taste of his cum in my
mouth.

   "Thanks mate", he said matter of factly  as he stood
up pulling his trackie bottoms up. I wanted to feel him
up some more but knew now he had shoot his load he would
not like it.

   "You out at weekend", he asked

  "Yer see you in the pub on Friday", I told him.

   As he left my room to go downstairs and let himself
out I rubbed my cock knowing I had to toss myself off. I
was about to lie down and do just that when my mum
called up to say dinner was ready. The feeling in my
balls would have to wait til after I had eaten.

   "Good evening, son", my dad said as I sat down at the
table. I had heard him come in as I was sucking away at
Pete's prick and I wondered what he would think if he
found out his only son was into cock not cunt.

   "Hi", I replied as I began to eat my meal. I was
eating in a hurry the aching in my balls was getting
worse and I could not wait to shoot my load.

   As I finished my meal and got up to leave the table
my mother said, "oh, I forgot, a letter came for you
this morning it on the mantelpiece."

   I picked up the plain brown envelope with my name and
address written in almost scruffy handwriting on it. I
wondered who was writing to me half forgetting about the
advert in the magazine.

   I ran upstairs and entered my room closing the door
behind me. I decided to open the letter before I wanked
myself off. I'm glad I did.

   The letter read thanking me for my interest and
explained the selection procedure. It went into detail
as to what they were looking for. It said they were
looking for a young scally boy about 18 to 24 who loved
to suck cock. It went onto say that the successful
candidate would have to be very discreet and be prepared
to service their client at various times at a moments
notice and that travel may be involved. I could not
believe my eyes when it said that payment of 200 a week
was available whether or not I  was required. It did say
that as I maybe needed at a moments notice I had to live
within 20 miles of Manchester. You had to commit
yourself for six months at least. If I was interested I
had to send a photo of myself together with a letter
stating my age, what experience I had and to confirm I
was gay. It asked for a phone number that I could be
contacted on if I was selected for interview.

   I lay down on my bed and read the letter again. My
cock was bursting a hole in my trackie bottoms as it
earned to be released from his confines and be serviced.
I pulled it out and began to stroke it I  knew this was
not going to be a slow leisurely wank. I had empty my
sack and fast. As I brought myself to a quick climax I
fantasized about who wanted there cock sucking.

   I got a sheet of paper and jotted down the details
required. I put my mobile phone number down I did not
want them to ring my house. I remembered I had a couple
of spare photos of myself in my draw that I has taken
for my passport which I had applied for recently. I
popped the letter and one of the photos in an envelope.
I took a stamp from my dad's draw and left to post it.
As I lay in bed that night I wondered which rich person
wanted some lad like me to be their cock sucking slave.

   In the next 3 days I wanked off about a dozen times
as various famous people entered my head who I would
like to suck off.

   It was Friday lunchtime and the sun was out and a sat
in a pile of timber in a corner of the yard eating my
sandwiches and drinking my cola. I was looking forward
to going out drinking with my mates tonight. Friday
night was lads night and they did not see their
girlfriends on a Friday. I hoped a could talk Pete into
letting me give him a blowjob at the end of the night.

   I was surprised to hear my phone ring I was not
expecting anyone to phone. I looked at the display and
it stated number withheld.
   "Hello", I said as I answered it.

   "Hello", came the reply from the other end it was a
man who sounded to be older then myself, "Are you Andy
Jones", he continued.

   I wondered who it could be, "Yes", I responded, "Who
are you".

   "My name is Keith", the voice at the other end
announced, "Did you apply for a position that was
recently advertised in the Gay Times magazine", he
asked.

   Nervously I looked around to see if anyone was near.
No one at work knew I was gay so I didn't want anyone to
hear, "Yes", I said again.

   Keith went on to tell me that his client had selected
6 boys from the responses for the advert and that if I
would like to come for an interview they were being held
next week. As I worked Saturdays I had Wednesdays off
and I asked for a time on Wednesday. He said 2 p.m. and
I agreed to attend the interview at an office on
Deansgate in Manchester.

   I spent all afternoon wondering what to do. How was I
going to explain this to my parents? Should I tell my
mates most of them knew I was gay? And most of all who
was this mystery client?

   "Andrew !", my boss shouted," For god sake
concentrate on your job and stop thinking about shagging
your girlfriend". As I dropped yet another bag of
cement.

   That night in the pub I decided against telling
anyone just yet. I tried to get Pete to let me suck him
off but he told me he wasn't horny enough. So I just had
a couple of extra drinks. At least I would be able to
sleep tonight when the alcohol took effect.

   The next few seem to drag on forever until Wednesday
came around. That day I made sure I had nice clean pair
of trackie bottoms to wear for the interview and I put
on my sports shirt and trainers and left early to catch
the bus into town.

   The 82 bus seemed to take ages to arrive they were
suppose to be every 10 mins but I waited at least 20.
When one did arrive it was packed so I had to stand up.
At least I could look around and eye up a couple of fit
sixth formers from the local school.

   It was still not quite 1 p.m. when I arrived in
Manchester so I decided to take a look round the Arndale
Shopping Centre before going to find the office. I found
the office easily enough it was just a door with a
flight of stairs behind it. I climbed the stairs and
went through the door at the top into a sort of
reception area. There was a girl about my age sat a
desk.

   "Good Afternoon", she said.

   I looked around at the pictures on the wall they were
all of people I recognised. Several members of the cast
of Coronation Street were there. A couple from Emmerdale
and other television stars too. There several sportsmen
and women who had excelled in their field. I glanced at
the clock it still not quite 2 p.m.

   "Good Afternoon", I said trying to sound more adult,
"I have an appointment with Keith".

   "If you would like to take a seat, I will tell Mr.
Hilton you are", she smiled.

   "Thank you", I said as I sat down. I speculated as to
whether she knew why I was here. After all I wasn't
really out yet.

   A few moments later a door behind the receptionists
desk open and out came a man about 40 years old. He was
dressed in a suit but was overweight and not too good
looking. It hadn't crossed my mind that the person who
wanted a cock sucker could be old and ugly.

   "Mr. Jones", would you like to come this way", the
man said pointing into his office.

   "Take a seat", he said as I entered the room". This
room was like the last with pictures of famous people
adorning the walls.

   "Right", said Mr Hilton, "let me explain who I am".

   He went on to say that he was an agent that acted for
actors and sportspeople etc. It was his job to get the
best price for his client and to attend to any other
needs that his client requested. He added that this
particular client who was interested in me was attracted
to scally boys but for obvious reasons had to keep it a
secret. As his client was paid vast sums of money he was
willing to give a little to a scally boy who could help
him out when needed. Which would be once or twice a week
and that I
 may have to travel with him discreetly to various
locations in England and occasionally in Europe. Mr.
Hilton went on that his client had shortlisted 6 boys
from about 35 applicants. He had already seen 4 and
after me had one more to see on Friday. After that he
would decide which one he liked best. I told Mr Hilton
of my fears about having to give up my job and what I
would say to my parents but he assured me that had
everything planned and that he would be able to provide
me with a cover job when I was not needed for which I
would have to do very little,

   I asked Mr Hilton who his client was but he told me
only the successful candidate would know and he would be
sworn to secrecy. I then asked what happened next.

   Keith told me that if I was still interested that his
client was waiting in the other office and that I was to
be blindfolded and than taken in the other office were I
was to give him a blowjob. I would be paid 20 expenses
for today and that the boy chosen would be phoned on
Monday. If I did not hear anything I was to assume I had
not been the chosen one.

   I pondered my options for a moment and although I was
not altogether happy about being blindfolded at least I
would get to suck some cock. After a few moments thought
I agreed to take part.

   Mr Hilton took a blindfold from his desk and tied it
tightly to my head and then guided me through a side
door.

   "This is Andy", Keith said.

   "Hi Andy, You are a sexy boy", the client said. I
felt a hand grope my cock and balls which quickly sprang
to life, "Hmm very nice. Let me put my hand inside those
trackies".

   The hand went inside my pants and played with my hard
cock.

   "Here feel me", the voice said, as he took me by the
hand and guided me to a stiff prick. I had been trying
to work out if I recognised the voice but didn't think I
had heard it before. I was pulling on his cock which was
fairly hard. His hand was still playing with my cock if
he kept it up I would be shooting my load.

   "Are you ready to suck me off now", the voice asked.

   "Yes", I nodded.

   "Come over here", he said as he pulled me a few feet
across the room. I heard him sit down, "Get on your
knees now", he said pushing me to the floor.

   He guided my head to his prick. I put my mouth on his
cock head and licked it. It tasted salty. I licked up
and down his shaft it certainly appeared to be longer
than Pete's by a least an inch.

   He was holding my head and I was sucking my way up
and down his shaft. I just wanted to bring him off. I
needed the taste of spunk in my mouth. I did not have to
wait long. My magic lips were too good a felt his cock
stiffen and give a little twitch and volley after volley
of cum hit the back of my throat.

   "Oh thanks babe, that was good", he said as he lifted
me up. I felt his hand on my cock and he began to wank
me off. It wasn't long before I got that familiar
feeling and I started shooting my load. I felt his hand
rub some of my spunk into my balls.

   "Did you enjoy sucking my cock", the voice asked.

   "It was fantastic", I replied, "If you choose me I
will be the best cocksucker you have ever had".

   With that I felt him pull my trackies up and he
guided me through the door giving my cock a quick
squeeze, which caused it to swell again.

   "Let's get this off your head", I heard Mr. Hilton
say.

   My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light.

   Mr. Hilton handed me a 20 note and added, "Stay by
your phone on Monday".

    I spent the rest of the week and the weekend hoping
I would be the chosen one. I was scared as to what I
would tell my parents and friends but was confident that
Mr. Hilton would have everything sorted out.

   Pete came round for a blowjob Sunday afternoon. I was
watching football on television. As I sucked him I could
not help but think about who the mystery cock was
attached too.

   "That's the worse blowjob you've ever given me", Pete
said after he had shot his load.

   I was going to tell him about the mystery man but
decided against it.

   The next morning at work I must have looked at my
phone 20 times in the first hour hoping it would ring. I
needed to keep busy and helped another lad about my age
move some roof tiles across the yard. I kept looking at
his bum though and this got me thinking about my phone
again. I was helping a customer load some bags of stones
into his car when my phone rang. I dropped the bag into
his car which caused it to split.

   "You fucking idiot. Watch what you are doing", he
said. But I just walked away I had to answer my phone
where no one could hear.

   "Hello", I answered.

   "Hi, is that Andy", It was Mr. Hilton.

   "Yes", I replied as my body began to shake.

   "Can you come down to the office at 7 p.m. this
evening", Mr Hilton said.

   "Sure", I responded trying to stay cool.

   The rest of the day dragged on. I was in a daze.
Could I be the chosen one? Or maybe his client wanted
another bj to make sure.

   I went home after work unsure whether to wank off or
not before my parents got in. In the end I just got
changed and made a sandwich. I left note for mum saying
I didn't want any tea. I went and had a pint in the
local pub and got the bus into town. It was still to
early to go to the office. I almost went into the
village but decided against it. I had another pint in
Weatherspoons. It was quarter to seven as I made my way
to the office.

   I walked through the door and up the stairs. The door
at the top was locked. The receptionist was not there
she must have gone home. For a moment a thought there
was no one there but Mr. Hilton appeared and let me in.

   "Come through", he said.

   I sat down in his office. The phone rang and he was
talking to somebody on it in the reception area. He
seemed to be on it for ages.

   "Sorry about that", he said as he came in, "Problems
problems problems.", he added.

   "Right", he began, "I will get straight to the point.
My client has decided that he would like you to be his
cocksucker. Are you still interested?"

   I thought for a moment. I might never get another
chance like this and 200 a week for doing something I
loved was fantantic. It might not last but if he dumps
me I could always sell my story to the Sunday
Newspapers.
   "Yes I am looking forward to being your client's
cocksucker", I told him.

   "My client wishes it to be known that if you ever
breathe a word of this arrangement to anyone he will
have you killed", Mr Hilton said not looking at me, "He
guarantees that this is a long term arrangement and if
he wishes to end it he will pay you a lump sum"

   I was a little perturbed at this but as long as he
keeps paying me why should I tell anyone.

   "No", I said, "I won't tell anyone. When can I
start?"

   "My client is in the other room. He wishes to meet
you now. I will take you and then leave you together. I
need to speak to you again soon to go through some of
the finer details, but for the minute that can wait.",
Mr. Hilton said.

   Mr. Hilton got up from his chair and gestured for me
to follow him into the other room.

   "Andy Jones for you sir", Mr Hilton said and left the
room.

   I looked round the room unlike the other there were
no photos on the walls just a clock in the centre of the
far wall. It read ten past seven. There was a desk and a
executive chair. Someone was sat on the chair, I could
just see the top of his head.

   The chair span round and the guy smiled at me, "Hi
Andy", he said in a sexy voice.

   I could not believe who was sitting there.


To be continued.