Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 18:39:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Victor Herrmann Subject: Running By the Docks (PART 2) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Simple as that. Also: I practice safe sex. I don't write about it. Running by the Docks - Part 2 by Doublehelix26 Early evening and I've just come home from another run. 'Weather's a bit miserable today and my clothes are damp from drizzle as much as my sweat. No eye candy in sight during the run today except for some Polish builders on one of the many construction sites nearby. Too cold for them to go topless today. Which is a shame. I've just kicked off my shoes and got rid of my damp T-shirt when someone knocks on the the front door. Ugh, probably another one of those annoying charity people. Our doorman really shouldn't let them in. I need to have a word with him. - Annoyed look on my face, I open the door. Much to my surprise, it's the chav from the other day? wearing black track suit bottoms today, cheap trainers, white T-shirt. Baseball cap. What is with these kids and their outfits!? Clearly, he didn't have an umbrella coming over cause he's wet, shirt clinging to his torso. Not bad to look at. I'm not to keen to have him seen in my hallway, so I nod sideways: 'get inside.' - He realises that maybe he should explain himself and he goes, 'I saw you running earlier, so thought'd you'll be home now.' As if that explains why he's decided to rock up at my front door. Not that I care much for an explanation really. He's here now, so we might as well make the most of it. Chav looks me up and down, makes a face at me that must be his idea of looking seductive. Well, he's got that young skinny look going for him, so I'll let him get away with being a bad flirt. Not that I'm looking for romance with this one anyway. I step up to him, grab his waistband, roughly pull him close. We're just about the same height, so our eyes level. The baseball cap has to go, so I flick it off him. Still holding his waistband, I lean in as if to kiss him. Like he'd be so lucky. He leans in too, probably hoping for some tongue action. Instead, I gently bite down on is lower lip. And pull. Then let go, letting it snap. Not to hurt him - that's later maybe - but to make it clear that I'm calling the shots here. He smiles. His eyes go soft. He's horny. His hard-on's pushing against his track suit bottoms. Those gotta go. Shirt first, since mine's already off. I pull his off. He's keen. I hadn't forgotten about his abs: nice and lean. What to do..? His cock must be hurting, so first of all I relieve him of the rest his clothes. He struggles for a second with his trainers. Not my problem. In the meantime, I strip too. I grab his hard cock and he goes all weak-kneed like the other day. Desperate chap really. Kinda hot. - Locking eyes, I stroke him a few times, slowly. He goes, ''you gonna fuck me again?' 'Like I need an invitation. But he gives me an idea, mean streak that I got. I wrap my right hand round his ass, and grab his left ass cheek, pulling him open. I take his right hand into my left, and pull it towards his face. 'Get ready then,' I tell him. A knowing smile, he gets it right away: 'starts licking two fingers, getting them slobbering wet, then reaching 'round to his ass and fingering his own hole. 'Cheapest lube around and plenty of it available. I treat him to a few more gentle strokes on his cock, which has gone rigid hard from the ass fingering 'round back, while he continues to get himself opened up. His breathing is getting heavier, poor chav's getting himself all worked up. I must be careful not to get his cock too excited. Not yet. After a little while, his little routine grinds to a halt. Chav thinks he's ready. Just stands there. We're in my lounge. Not ideal (bathroom's easier to clean?), but hey, I'm not taking this one to my bedroom. And he seems to expect to get it in the ass standing up anyway, so? I step around him and angle my cock at his ass. He is just standing there, arms dangling by his side, his rigid cock sticking out straight ahead. I decide to go gentle on him for now, so I slowly push into him, grabbing his lean hips on either slide for leverage. I slide in easily. Chav has done a good job. I start pushing and pulling, fucking him slowly to start. He's not touching himself. Good boy. I reach around to his cock and feel for the head. A little pool of liquid is forming just where I expected it. I slowly wipe it around his cock head, swirling from the tip outward. Chav's knees go weak again. Sissy. I'm not stroking for him just yet. Instead, I increase my pace, go deeper, push harder. His breathing is getting heavier. He's closed his eyes like he did last time, clearly enjoying my cock in his ass. His cock's gone red, swaying from side to side as I fuck into him. I grand him a few strokes and I'm rewarded with a quiet sigh and heavier breathing. Chav's starting to sweat, little droplets of perspiration forming along his back. I wipe across his chest down to his abs and my hand comes away moist. Reaching for his cock again, I pull his foreskin all the way back and use his sweat as lube for a few slow strokes. No way that bit of skin os going back over his engorged cock head anytime soon. 'Kneel,' I tell him and without me pulling out, we both head towards the floor. No doggy style this time: My left hand holds chav tight by his hip bone and my right clamps onto him from underneath his right shoulder, grabbing him across the front in his left collar bone. And now I fuck him hard! His cock is swaying around, untouched. 'Chav's got discipline. After a little while, my left hand moves from his hip bone to his cock, giving him a few strokes, his cock head all exposed. To go for the head itself, I hold my hand up to his mouth and he readily licks at it, getting it wet, just enough to give me so lube to tease his throbbing cock head. 'Will you come in me again?', chav asks. I give myself a few pumps in and out of his ass to think about that one. 'You bet,' I finally answer- except I don't think he quite imagines what he's got coming for him. Without warning, I pull out of is ass. My body a sweaty mess mostly from chav's sweat. The smell of Lynx hanging in the air. 'Stay down,' I instruct and he stays kneeling on the floor, torso upright. His glistening sweaty abs and protruding cock look pretty hot. 'Poor chav is panting heavily. I kneel beside him and give him a few gentle strokes, looking him in the eyes. He leans his head forward, resting in on my shoulder. How sweet? But not for long, because soon I move around in front of him and present my cock to him. I grab his head with my right hand, roughly, and pull him towards my cock. I have no idea what his ass tastes like but he's finding out right now. No objections from chav though, dirty fella. I would face fuck him if he wasn't so eager to please. Maybe he's got practice. In any case, chav gives great head! Propping himself up on both hands, he hungrily works on my cock. All I gotta do is watch and enjoy. He notices that I'm enjoying myself and grabs my ball sack, pulling it hard to the back. Which I love. Which gets me close fast. 'Slow down, tiger,' I moan in a moment of weakness. But chav takes things to the next level and starts going slow and gentle. Quite the talent he's got. When I know I'm not far from bursting, I clamp my right hand on the back of his head, just like chav did to his own son the other day while I fucked him. He makes no attempt to get out of my grip. And I cum. Hard. Into his mouth. He keeps working my cock, true talent, remembers my 'no mess' rule and makes sure he eats up what's been served to him. When it's clear I'm all sorted, he stops, gently pull of and pulls himself upright again, still on his knees. Chav deserves to cum because he's done good. I'm happy to pay for good service. So I kneel by his side and grab his engorged cock, gently stroking him to start. No way I'm sucking his rod right now - I'm not a fan of tipping too much! Chav seems to like my handy work just fine anyway. His eyes are closed again, his breathing getting heavier. I take his left hand and guide it around to his ass. He smiles a knowing smile as if to say, 'you dirty bastard.' And right he is. As he's fingering himself, he gets harder yet and I increase my pace on his cock. His head is all exposed, which he may not be used to, so every now and then I let him lick my left hand so I can use it to give his head a few moist rubs. He's loving it. Pearls of sweat are running down his temples. As he gets more and more worked up, I actually slow my peace. I wonder if anyone's ever been kind enough to this chav to edge him slowly until he begs to cum? but that's clearly not in the cards today because there's no stopping him from cumming. Right now. Just in time, I extend my left under his tip, before he starts shooting a massive load in several hard, hot spurts. Poor chav has either been saving up or his balls are some kind of power plant. 'No mess' still applies: I let chav calm down for a few seconds. He even gets to rest his head on my shoulder again as if to say, 'thank you.' But then my left hand moves in no unclear terms towards his mouth: time to clean up your mess. Even though he's just shot his load a must be spent, chav is still game and makes no fuss at all before he licks up his own cum shot. All of it. 'Then smiles at me all proud and accomplished. Early 20s? I allow myself a little smile (after all, I did enjoy that?) and then get up. I toss chav his clothes. He gets dressed. Doesn't even ask to use my bathroom or anything. Just puts on his clothes and lets me walk him to the door. No need for words really, except it strikes me to say, 'why not bring along your son next time. He seemed to enjoy himself the other day.' Chav gives me another one of those 'you dirty bastard,' smiles before I shut the door on him. And I'm just wondering whether I've overstepped and scared him away (which would be shame) when I see chav's forgotten to take his baseball cap?