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.