The following is fiction. The sexuality of any person mentioned should not be assumed to be gay.
I looked away from him. My eyes went round the room and then retuned to him again. Was I dreaming? I still could not believe that one of my favourite wank fantasies was sat there. My cock was tenting out my trackies. It went even harder when I realised I have already sucked him off and had his spunk in my mouth.
"Well say something then", Alan Smith, the Manchester United player said.
"Are you going to enjoy being my cocksucking scally boy", he added.
My mind was spinning as I just stood and stared at him. I had to quickly snap out of this daze or he would think I was not all there.
"Yes sir", I stammered.
"Call me Alan", he responded smiling, sensing my nervousness.
"And don't forget to never breathe a word of this arrangement to anyone", he said, the smile leaving his face for a moment before returning.
"No sir", I replied.
"Hey relax", he said, as he got out of his chair and walked towards me. I had still not moved from where I stood when entering the room, about a foot or so inside the room.
His hand reached out and felt my cock through my track suit bottoms. I still could not believe my luck. My mouth went dry I hoped I would get to suck him off again today.
"Take your clothes off and let me have a proper look at you", he demanded.
I removed my trainers and took off my shirt and trackie bottoms. I was about to strip out of my underwear when he stopped me placing his hand on my wrist.
"Wait", he said,
"Nice", he purred as he felt my cock and balls through my Calvin Klein undies.
"You must always wear white undies when you come to see me. It makes me really hard to see a fit young lad in white undies. Do you understand?", he added.
"Yes sir", I said.
"I've told you, call me Alan", he said as he stroked my face with his hand. He moved forward and gently kissed me on my lips. I almost lost it there and then. I looked down to check that I had not shot my load. He pulled my undies down and played with my hard cock for a few seconds before standing back.
"Well", he said
"Sorry Alan", I said beginning to regain my composure, "It's just that I can't really believe this is happening. I have always liked you."
"So", he laughed, "the horny scally boy has been tossing himself off thinking about me".
"Yes", I said, a little embarrassed.
"That's good", he said smugly, "What did you fantasize about doing to me".
"Sucking your dick sir, I mean, Alan", I corrected myself.
"You already have done once, you could not see it was me, but you were good, the best. That's why I chose you and not one of the others" he said reassuringly.
"Now", he said, "Are you ready to suck my cock again".
I could wait to see his cock and wrap my lips around it. I looked him in the face. He was smiling. He was fitter in the flesh than he was when I had seen him on television.
"Come on", he said, taking me by the hand and guiding me across the room. He stood in front of the chair and slowly undid the buttons on his jeans letting them fall to the floor. He stood in front of me his jeans round his ankles the outline of stiff prick could clearly be seen through his Tommy Hilfiger boxers.
"Fucking hell", I gasped, "I cant believe this", I said to myself.
His hand went to my shoulder and firmly pushed me to my knees. I pushed my face into his boxers rubbing it all over his groin. His hand held the back of my head as I moved all over the front of his underwear.
"I think I am ready to service you, sir", I said, my breathing showing my excitement.
"Your going suck my cock long and hard just like I enjoy it, aren't you boy", he said. With that he slipped his boxers down and his cock slapped me in the face. He sat down in the chair and threw his head back closing his eyes. His put his arms on the armrests. I looked up at him.
"I will never forget this moment for as long as I live", I said to myself.
I took his hold of the base of his cock with my thumb and fore finger and I brought it to my mouth. I stuck my tongue and ran it over his cock head sticking it in between his foreskin. I wrapped my lips round the head of his cock and very slowly took the full length of it into my mouth. Causing me to gag. I was right this was bigger than Pete's. This was a man's dick. I began to move his cock in and out of my mouth. He groaned a little. This made me want to make him feel really good. I was going to give him the best blow job of his life.
He slid down the chair and spread his legs even wider. I took my mouth of his cock and took one of his balls into my mouth and swirled it round. First one and then other. I wanted to look up at his face to see if he was enjoying it, but I could not bring myself to let go of his manhood. I returned to his cock and began to really give the head a good seeing too. I moved my mouth a couple of inches down his dick and then back up licking round the head with my tongue.
"Oh yes", he moaned.
I was really giving him a good sucking and he was loving it. I still couldn't really believe this was happening. I was sucking the cock of Alan Smith. I had done it many times before when I was lay in bed dreaming about him, but now this was for real. I began to pick up speed. I wanted him to shoot his load down my throat.
His hand came to rest on the back of my head.
"Do it nice and long. Nice and slow", he uttered as he pushed my head down the full length of his cock.
As I did as he instructed he said, "That's brilliant you certainly know what you are doing".
This vote of confidence only encouraged me as I moved up and down his hard cock. I knew he wanted me to go slow but I just had to bring him off. I picked up speed again and returned to just sucking the head of his cock. I played with his balls with my hand and I felt them begin to tighten in his sack. His cock went even harder and I knew he was close to shooting his load. So I went even faster.
"Ahhhh", he screamed out as the first shot of spunk hit my mouth. I tried to swallow his load but some escaped through the side of my mouth and dribbled down my chin.
"That was fantastic Andy", Alan said, "You can do that to me again and again".
I smiled up at him and he ran his fingers through my short hair. He stood up and at the same time lifted me up with his strong hands.
"Thank-you", he said smiling. He looked me in the eyes and kissed me slightly on my lips. His hand reached round and he rubbed it over my arse pulling me in towards him. My cock touched his cock and our stomachs were pressed together. The feel of his cock pressed against mine was enough to send me over the edge and I shuddered as I shot my load sticking our stomachs together.
I closed my eyes I was the happiest guy alive. He pulled back and sat down on the desk.
"Okay", he said
"Mmm", I nodded.
He reached down to a bag on floor and pulled out a pair of white silky shorts. He cleaned himself up with them then tossed them into a bin under the desk. He pulled his boxers and jeans up and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I have to go now", he said, "but I will be in touch make no mistake about that". He ran his hand down the side of my face. Then he went out threw the door and he was gone.
I quickly pulled my undies and trackies up. I grabbed the shorts from the bin and stuffed them inside my track suit.
"How are you, Andy", Mr. Hilton appeared at the door.
"Fine", I said, before correcting myself, "No I'm really great".
"Good. We have some sorting out to do. Come through to the office", Mr Hilton instructed me.
Mr. Hilton went on to take my bank details and told me 200 a week would be paid into my account. He also gave me details of a fictitious job that I was to tell anyone about if I needed to cover my tracks. I could come into the office and play games or just walk around the city centre so my parents would not find out. I was to go into work and give my notice in. Most importantly I was to keep my phone with me at all times as I never knew when his client might need me.
I left the building and for he first time I began to worry about how my parents were going to take my news of changing my job. I got on the first bus and went straight home.
"Hello Mum, Dad", I said as I entered the house, "I'm going up to bed, I'm really tired".
"Night son", shouted my father.
"Goodnight Darling", my mum shouted after him.
I went into room and pulled out the silky shorts that I had taken. There was a damp patch were Alan had wiped my cum and his off his body. I got undressed and lay on my bed. I wrapped the shorts round my stiffening prick and wanked off into them imagining that Alan had been wearing them. I could not sleep much that night, in fact, I had to toss off again before I eventually fell asleep.
The next day I went into work and told my boss I was leaving. He was a little disappointed but I told him my new job paid more money so he understood.
All week I kept waiting for my phone to ring but it never did. After work on Friday the boss took me for as pint and wished me luck. I went to the bank and drew out some money. 200 had been paid in to my account.
I met the lads as usually in the local pub that night. There weren't as many there as normal. It was August and a few had gone away with their girlfriends. We were stood around outside as it was a warm evening. I checked my phone to make sure I had not missed any calls but my calls list was empty. I went into the bar as it was my round.
"Here I will help you", said Pete as he followed me in.
"I'm going need your assistance later", he whispered in my ear as I ordered the drinks.
"Ok", I said smiling at him.
After a couple more drink at about 10.30 I made my excuses and left.
"I will walk up with you", Pete announced, "I'm tired tonight".
We chatted about this and that as we walked home as we got to my house I said, "You coming in then".
"Course I am", he retorted, "unless your going to blow me out here".
We went in and upto my room. He loaded up a porn site and rubbed him self through his trackies.
After a few minutes he stood up and dropped his pants and said, "Come on. Give me my blow job. Cocksucker".
I wrapped my lips round his cock and closed my eyes I imagined it was a Alan I was blowing. I did not take long before he was shooting his load. He had not shagged his girlfriend that week and was in a real need to get off.
"Guess who I sucked off the other night", I asked.
"Don't know, who", he replied.
"If I tell you you've got to promise never to tell anyone", I said
"Go one then", he said impatiently.
"Alan Smith", I told him.
"Who the fuck is he. Never heard of him", he said aggressively.
"You know the United player", I said looking him straight in the eye.
"Course you did", he laughed, "And I shagged Britney"
"No honestly I did", I said. "He wants me to be his cocksucker".
"Yeah Yeah Yeah", he said as he left the house.
I went to sleep that night and dreamed about me and Alan marooned on a island were just had sex with each other all day.
I had still not told my parents about packing my job in and decided I would have to tell them over Sunday dinner. After they had left for church on Sunday morning I decided to have a leisurely wank. I had just started to pull on my cock fantasising about sucking Alan off when my phone rang. It was Mr. Hilton.
"Do you know the Portland Hotel in the city centre", he asked.
"Yes", I replied.
"Your to go there for 12 noon. To room 307. Alan says you know what he wants you to wear", Mr. Hilton said.
"Yes", was all I could think of to say.
Mr. Hilton hung up.
I looked at the clock it was 10.30 I had an hour and half. I jumped the shower and put on some nice clean undies and trackie bottoms and a new t-shirt. I ran for the bus hoping I could catch one on a Sunday morning. Fortunately I only had to wait a couple of minutes. I got into the City centre and spent about 10 to 15 minutes walking round before going to the hotel. I walked through the foyer and straight up the stairs to the third floor. I walked down to corridor before I found room 307. I knocked on the door. I heard someone walk towards it and the door opened.
To be continued.