Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 12:48:59 EDT From: BurgyHill@aol.com Subject: best job in the world part five Disclaimer - reference to any celebrities in this article should not be a assumption of their sexual orientation. The morning after I had been to Alan's house and sucked him and Wayne off I awoke early. I lay in bed for a while and thought about yesterday's events. I reached down and started to play with my hard cock. I half wanted to wank off then and half to save it for a real good toss later when no one would be in the house. I must have dozed off again because the next thing I heard was my father's car starting up in the drive it must have been 8.30 as that was the time he normally left for work. A few minutes later my mother also left for work. I was home in the house alone until around 3.30. I thought about lying in bed for a while but decided to take a shower. It was a good job I had my shower when I did because no sooner had I got out then my phone rang with Mr. Hilton's message saying check if I had been paid. I caught the bus into the town centre. I went to the bank I checked my balance the money Alan was paying me had gone in. I took out 50. I made straight for the shop where I knew they sold my favourite underwear. It was Alan's favourite too. I thought I would surprise him with some nice new undies for the weekend. I did not know what he had got planned but I am sure it involved some sexy fun. I bought three pairs and then had a look round some of the other shops. I looked at some trainers and found a pair I really liked. I resolved to return the next week and buy them. It was nearly lunchtime. As it was school holidays there were a lot of young lads walking about and my cock had hardened a few times as I imagined getting inside their jeans or trackies. I was quite hungry now so I went into McDonalds and bought a burger and fries. I took them to a table in the corner by the window. I could eye up the boys both inside and out from my seat as I ate my lunch as slowly as I could. Two fit lads about 17 came and sat at the table opposite me. They were laughing I could not hear what they were saying. i could not help but keep glancing at them but they were talking about something and did not notice me. I had almost finished my meal and was taking another glance at them when one of the caught me staring. He smiled back at me. I smiled and imagined getting them in my bed for the afternoon. He nudged his mate who turned round and looked at me. I smiled at him. He blew me a kiss and they fell about laughing. Embarrassed I quickly grabbed my bag and started to leave. I walked past them and out the door. I looked in through the window as I left. One of them made a limp wrist gesture at me and they fell about laughing again. I turned away and hurried off down the street to catch the bus home. As I waited for this bus to arrived I received a text on my phone. It was Pete asking me what time I was in later. I replied telling him I would be home in about 20 minutes. He got back to me and said he would call round at 2 'o' clock if that was okay. I told him I would be waiting. I got on the bus and arrived home at quarter to one. I thought about having a wank before he got there but decided to leave it for later and just waited for him to arrive. A moment later the door bell rang. I answered it. It was Pete. "Come in", I said. As he walked through the door I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the side of his lips. "Stop it", he said, annoyed, half pushing me aside, "I've told you not to do that". "I can't help being gay", I responded, "It's okay by you when I'm between your legs". He walked past me and up the stairs and sat down at my chair beside the computer. He started typing in some web address and began staring at the pictures of tits and cunts that began to fill the screen. I followed him in and lay on my bed. At first we did not speak. Then I asked him, "What you been up to". "Not a lot", he replied, not giving much up. "You seeing anyone", I asked, hoping he would reply negatively. "No", he came back, "Not had a shag since i split up with Sarah. Just plenty of.", as he made a loose wanking gesture with his right hand. I let out a muffled laugh. "You coming out with the lads this weekend. We are going down town Friday", he enquired. I thought for a moment and how to reply. "I'm going away for a couple of nights with my boyfriend", I said in a slow and distant manner that would require a follow up question. "Boyfriend. What boyfriend", he returned, half turning towards me a smile on his face. "You know. I told you. Alan Smith", I replied, again awaiting his response. "Oh him", he snapped back, "Your imaginary friend" "I've not made it up. I've sucked him off four times now and guess who else I've done it with", I told him. "Don't know. Elvis", he jokingly responded. "No dickhead", I bounced back. Then suddenly I decided against telling him, "No one but I'm going with Alan to United's game at the weekend. Watch out for me on the telly". "I am getting horny now mate", he said, changing the subject, "These tarts are really hot". "You want me to blow you then", I said, my mouth getting that now familiar feeling when it knew it was about to get some meat. He turned the chair sideways and leaning back he closed his eyes and spread his legs wide. I got off the bed and walked over to him and knelt down between his legs. I reached up with my hand and felt his erect penis through his jeans. "Come on", I said, "Get it out then". He stood up and undid his belt and unfastened his button. I reached up for a feel. He pushed my hand away and unzipped them and allowed them to fall to the floor. He sat back down and tuned his head to the computer screen. His right hand reached for the mouse as he clicked away bringing up more images of naked girls onto the screen. I looked up at him and then down at his hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and licked the head with my tongue. I removed my hand and slowly began to take more of his cock into my mouth. His left hand which had been hanging down at the side of him went to the back of my head pushing down on his dick. I closed my eyes as I began to slide my mouth up and down his engorged member. "Yeah, suck that dick", he groaned. My mouth began to pick up speed as I alternated between long and short strokes. Some taking the whole of his cock into my mouth. I felt it in my throat and his pubes tickled my nose. Then some short strokes as I licked the head of his cock and I gradually brought him towards orgasm. I was really into it now. I opened my eyes and looked up at him he eyes were fixed on the screen. At that moment the recognizable sound of mobile ring tone filled the room. I half missed a stroke but was to into what I was doing to let it interrupt my enjoyment. "Do you want to answer it", he asked, I think he was hoping I would say no. He must have been getting pleasure from what I was doing from the little moans he had been letting out. "No", I grunted as I didn't take my mouth off his cock. A couple of minutes later and his groans were getting louder and longer. His cock was real hard now and I knew he was pretty close. My hand was gently toying with balls which had become tight in his scrotum. My mouth was now sticking to short strokes and my tongue darted over the head of his cock. Faster and faster my mouth moved up and down until I felt his cock let out a twitch. Seconds later the first of several spurts of hot jism rose up his shaft and hit the roof of my mouth. I tried to take it all but felt some escaping out of the sides of my mouth and onto my cheek. His hand was still holding my head in place. "That was awesome", he gasped, struggling to regain his composure. "Thanks", I said as I stood up grabbing a tissue from a box and using it to wipe my mouth clean. "Mr. Hilton's phoned you", he said, as I turned he had my mobile in his hand as he looked at the missed call. "Give it here", I said angrily, as I snatched it from him. I threw it on my bed thinking I would call him back after Pete had gone. Pete was pulling his jeans up and he knew he would soon be gone. He never stopped long after he had shot his load. Then I had an idea. I quickly reached for the phone and dialled the missed call. "Could I speak to Mr. Hilton please", I asked. "Speaking", came the deep voice from the other end. "Hi. It's Andy here. You just called me. Does Alan want me to come and suck him off", I replied, glancing at Pete. Who was looking at me intrigued. "What you two get up is none of my business", replied Mr. Hilton, "All I wanted to know was that have you got an email address. So I can send you details instead of keep having to phone you". "Yes, sorry", I said as I gave my email. "Thank you", he said as he ended the call. "Who was that", asked Pete. "That's Mr. Hilton. He's my contact with Alan Smith. When he wants to meet me he gets him to call me. It's too risky him phoning me direct", I told him. "Oh right", said Pete puzzled, half not believing me. "I have to go now", he said, "See you soon". I heard him walk down the stairs and out the front door closing it behind him. I lay on my bed and started to play with myself. Within a minute I was furiously wanking away as first I thought about Pete, then Alan, then Wayne, then the two fit lads in McDonalds. Moments later I splattered my chest with cum. I lay there trying to work out who I would most like to have sex with but it was too difficult a choice and decided there was nothing wrong with fantasising about all of them". "You have email", came the sound of my AOL from the computer. I got off my bed to read it. The e-mail said I had to call in the office to pick up some documents. It said I was booked on a train to leave Manchester Piccadilly at 10.20 a.m. on Friday and I had to follow the instructions with them. The thought that I could be shagging Wayne and Alan all weekend caused my prick to stiffen. I looked at my watch my Mum would be home from work to make the tea in about half an hour. I closed my eyes. Instinctively my hand slipped to down and started playing with my balls. I thought about me and Wayne sixty-nineing and I started pulling on my cock. I was a horny nineteen year old. I could not help it if my cock went hard it was nature's way of telling me that my balls were producing too much spunk and they had to be drained so there was room for the next batch. My hand was moving faster and faster along my shaft as I imagined me and Wayne sucking each other off. I shot my load over my chest and was just about to reach for the tissue I had already used to clean up from my first load, when I heard my mum coming up the stairs. I had been so into my wank that I had not heard her come into the house. "Hello, you home dear", she called out. I quickly pulled up my trackies and pulled on a tee shirt. Rubbing my chest I felt the tee shirt stick to my spunked up chest. "Yes mum, I am in my room", I replied. I opened the door just as she was about to enter it. "How long have been in", she asked. "Just got in five minutes ago. Thought I'd have a quick change", I said. Giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Well don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket", she said, pointing her finger at me. "Imgoing to get tea ready now. Lasagne Ok", she announced, telling me rather than asking. As she walked back down the stairs. "Yer fine", I responded. "Oh mum", I called out after her, "Me and Pete and some of the lads were thinking of going to Blackpool at the weekend. Might stop over". "Oh that will be nice", she said, reservedly, "As long as you behave yourselves" I quickly phoned Pete and asked him to cover for me. He agreed. "Where you going", he asked. "Can't tell you right now. Next week maybe", I replied thanking him. "You shagging some bloke", he enquired. "At least one", I laughed as I ended the call. Thursday I spent relaxing in the house. Never went out. I tossed off a couple of times when I got bored with the television. I was up at about 7 on Friday. I had already packed my overnight bag on Thursday so I had a quick shower. I wanted to get to Mr. Hilton's for nine so I would have plenty of time to get to the station. About 8 I told my parents I was going to work and that I was meeting the lads after work and going straight to Blackpool. I got the number 82 bus into Manchester and walked to the office. It was only just nine. I walked in and spoke to the young receptionist. "Can I see Mr. Hilton please. I have something to collect from him", I asked. "He is not here yet. He should be in any minute", she smiled adding, "Do you want a cup of coffee". "No thanks", I said. As I waited she kept looking up from her desk and smiling at me. I smiled back. I knew that most of my mates would want to fuck her, but as good looking as she was my cock wouldn't react. Isat there thinking about what plans had been made for me. I looked up at the clock it was almost quarter past. I hoped he would not be long I did not want to miss my train. "I don't know what's keeping him", she said. No sooner had she spoken when he walked through the door. "Sorry I'm late", he spoke to her, "Any messages" she nodded in my direction as he had not noticed me. "Oh Andrew come straight through", he said, walking into his office. I walked in. "Close the door", he said. I turned and closed it and walked towards his desk. He reached in and pulled a large manila envelope out. He took some items out. He announced what there were as he threw them on his desk. "Train ticket, Match ticket, Hotel confirmation", he said. He handed me a letter. I read the instructions. He placed the items back in the envelope and handed it to me. "And this", he said, handing me five ten pound notes. "Expenses", he added, "You have an hour to get to the station", he said, looking at his watch. "Thank you", I replied, stuffing the notes in my wallet. I was going to call at the bank on my way. I'd not need to now. I wandered slowly to the station it only took half an hour. I found my platform but the train was not in yet. I hoped it would be on time. The journey would take about five hours. I could walk faster I thought. Typical of British Railways. The train pulled in not long after and soon the passengers were boarding. There was only three others in my carriage. A middle aged man who was working on his laptop and a woman and a young child. The train left on time but after an hour I got bored and went for a walk round. There was nothing much to see so I went back to my original seat. I wished I had bought a newspaper. "Why did all the papers have photos of girls on page three", I thought to myself, "It was not fair they should have some fit blokes in for the woman and lads like me". I looked out of the window but the scenery never seemed to change. Eventually after what seemed a lifetime we arrived in Portsmouth. I walked through the streets and read the directions to the hotel I was stopping in from the instruction sheet with my tickets. It was not far from the station. So I called in KFC and had a chicken burger and fries. Makes a change from McDonalds I thought. I decided to make my way to the hotel. I walked in and saw a grumpy middle-aged man at the desk. "What can I do for you son", he said in a tone of voice that made me feel he did not think I should be there. "I have a reservation", I said, handing him the note. Without speaking he called a young lad over. "Take this gentleman to room 603", he said nodding at me as though I was a piece of shit. "Do you have any luggage, sir", he asked looking down at me. "Just this bag", I said, pointing to what I was holding. "No suitcases, Carl", he said to the bellboy, "Just the school bag", as he handed me the cardkey. I wanted to tell him my money was as good as anyone. When I realised it was not me who had paid for the room. So I kept my mouth shut. "Oh and sir", he called after me, "The hotel has a policy of no overnight guests in the room. No girls", he said a false smile beaming across his face. I followed the lad to lift. He was pretty fit and I would not have minded getting his uniform off. "This way please", he said as we exited the lift. He took the cardkey from me and swiped it at the door. He pushed it open. I followed him in. He pointed out the bathroom. As he was leaving he said, "If there is anything you need do not hesitate to contact reception". "Thank you", I said thinking, "You can get that cock out right now so I can give it a good sucking". After he had left I lay on the bed. I groped myself and reached for the instructions just to read them again. It told me to wait in my room for someone to contact me and if I saw anyone in the hotel that I recognised I was not to let on. I was allowed to leave the room but I had to wait in the room for further instructions from 6 p.m. It was now 5 p.m. I thought about going for a pint but was not sure. So I got undressed and had a shower. After drying myself I put on a pair of the new undies I had bought and stretched out on the bed. I put the telly on. Neighbours had just started so I watched that. At 6 p.m. the news came on. I wondered how long it would be before, before what, I did not know what was going to happen. I did not have to wait long. At ten past six there was a knock on my door. I got up to answer. I opened the door slightly and peered outside. It was Alan. He pushed the door open and walked in quickly closing the door behind him. "Fuck yer", he said, grabbing me through my undies, "Nice fit boy with big cock. One who knows how to suck" "Give me a kiss please Alan", I said bringing my lips towards his. He planted his lips on mine and quickly kissed me. "I have not got long the others will miss me. Give us a quick blowjob", he said as his hand pushed down on my shoulder. I dropped to my knees as he leaned back against the door. He slid his shorts and undies down and my lips immediately wrapped round his already stiff prick. I began to move up and down his shaft. "Faster babe", he moaned, " need to shoot". His hand went to the back of my head and he began to fuck my face. I gagged a little but we were soon in perfect rhythm. He pressed his lips tightly together so as not to scream out. In less than two minutes he was shooting his load into my throat. I managed to swallow most of it. But a little crept out. At least I had my favourite taste in my mouth. "Thanks", he said as he quickly pulled up his shorts, "Needed that". "Don't go out", he said," I will be in touch later". "Order something from room service if you want", he said, "Just don't go overboard. The bill will be settled". He was gone. I sat down my boner tenting in my shorts. I reached for the menu. I had been to KFC and was not that hungry, but I could do with a pint. I looked on list it was expensive. I ordered a couple of Budweisers at three pound eighty each I thought that would be enough. A few minutes later I heard a noise in the corridor. I pressed my ear close to the door. It was two lads speaking. "That fit lad's in there. They must be for him. You take them in and let me know what you think. I will take the pizza down here", I heard one of them same. A moment later there was a knock at the door. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. "Room service", the lad said, glancing down at my obvious arousal. He was about my age with dark hair and nice blue eyes. He hadn't had a shave today by the look of his face. He wasn't quite as fit as the lad who I had met earlier but I still wouldn't have minded getting him on my bed. I gave him a pound coin and he said thank you. As he left the room he licked his lips and took another glance at my cock which was at full mast in my underwear. The first bottle I gulped down quickly but took my time with the second. I was flicking through the television channels but there was not much on. I watched a double bill of The Simpsons. It was now 8 p.m. I wondered when Alan was going to get in touch. Maybe he couldn't. My balls were aching to be drained but I didn't want to wank off in case I was going to have some hot sex with Alan or Wayne or both of them. It was nearly 9 p.m. when the phone rang. "Hello", I answered. "Hi", Alan said in a whisper, "Come down to 413 and make sure you are not seen. If anyone is in the corridor walk past and leave it a few minutes". "Ok", I replied. "See you in a mo", he said, "Hope you're horny". To be continued.