All the legal stuff applys.
These are true stories of my encounters in my 10 year career as an Interior Designer.
THE CLIENT'S SON Part One
This story dates back from when I was 23, it was about 9 months after my experience with James. I was working for a family who had a big house in Chelsea, London. They'd just bought the property and were decorating from top to bottom. They hadn't moved in yet and were renting a house just round the corner. The family was made up of four; mum, who was a lawyer, dad, who working in the city doing something, and two children. Abbey was 15 years old and in school, Ben was 19 and worked for a design company doing graphic design.
I was working with the whole family on the house as they all, apart from the dad really, wanted some input into the design. The children's rooms were to be design by me working exclusivly with the Abbey and Ben. Due to the fact that it was such a big project I started working on the ground floor and made my way up to the 3rd floor. The first two floors were living rooms, the 2nd floor was the parents rooms, bedroom, study, bathroom and the top floor was the kids. They had a bedroom and en suite each and shared a third room which they would use as a kind of living room/study.
Abbey and Ben were really excited about the whole project and spent a lot of time with me as I worked on the ground floor. They were both interested in design and wanted to see the process that I went through as I designed their house. As they began to understand what was involved they began to plan their own rooms more and more and would come to me with some of their ideas.
I became very close to the whole family and would often stay for meals after I'd been round to do some work.
One of the jobs of an interior designer is to source the materials for the rooms, I was still working on the ground floor which had the kitchen, dining room and formal lounge on when I first went to source some materials. I needed to look at kitchens and furniture for the dining room. Abbey and Ben were keen to some with me so I arranged to go on a Saturday so that they could come with me. On the saturday in question I went to meet them at their rented out. When I got their, the mum answered the door and told me that Abbey had not be well and could not come. I said that that was a shame but that she could probably come with me again as I would be doing this alot. I asked if Ben still wanted to come and the mum said that he did. With that Ben came into the room. Ben was fit, really fit. I knew that he spent time down the gym as we'd discussed it a few times and compared gyms and routines. He had very short shaved brown hair, brown piercing eyes, a cheeky smile and great pecs. His arms were big but not really muscular and they needed work but for a 19 year old this guy was hot and looked a lot older. Today he wore, as he normally did, a tight t-shirt and jeans. He was perhaps a little arrogant and knew he was hot but you really couldn't blame him.
Anyway, we left the house and made our way to the different shops and outlets we were going to visit to find what we needed. I explained on the way how sourcing worked and what we needed to find. We were going to concerntrate on the kitchen first and then if we had time look at the dining room. We chatted all through the day about the design for the house and in particular his bedroom. We talked about loads of stuff really as we made our way from shop to shop.
We grabbed some lunch in a pub I knew close to one of the shops we visited. We talked some more about the house and what we'd achieved in the morning and after our food arrived Ben asked me what I was doing that night. I told him that I was going out with some friends to a bar. He asked what bar and I told him the name. He said,
"Thats a gay bar isn't it?"
The question of my sexuality had not come up before and I was fairly straight acting so it wasn't obvious that I was gay but most peole assumed, mainly because of my job, that I was. I was however a little surprised at his question, not because I wasn't expecting it but because the bar was the other side of London and not widely well known except in the gay community.
"Yeah it is" I said "you ever been?"
This obviously shocked Ben a little and I thought that I been a little too direct.
"N-n-no" he stuttured, "I've just heard of it"
I could tell that he was embaressed so I moved the subject on to find if he had any plans. He said that he was meeting up with his mate Ryan. I'd met Ryan once, maybe twice before. He was Ben's gym buddy and equally fit. He was much tinner than Ben, but had good pecs and really nice arms. He had black gelled hair and wicked smile.
I asked Ben where they were going and he said that he'd probably just hang round at Ryan's house cos his mum and dad were away and he was staying over.
We finished the sourcing and headed back to the house. I stayed for a quick chat with the mum and then headed home to get ready to go out. I stripped off and went into my bathroom, turned the shower on and stepped in the water poured over my toned body. I started to wash my hair. My thoughts drifted and I began to think about Ben. He was so fit, he had a really good body and I realised that I actually really fancied him. It wasn't just that I thought he was good looking or even drop dead gorgeous, which he was, but I really liked him. I'd really enjoyed the day and as we walked from one shop to another people gave us looks as if they thought we were a cute couple. Even one of the male assistants in one of the shops (he was gay naturally!) had made some comment about us being together.
I looked down and my cock was rock hard, aching to be pumped. As the water rushed down my chest and bounced off my cock, I grabbed it with my right hand and began to pump as fast as I could. I slipped my left hand round to my arse and slipped my middle finger into my arse. My body tensed as I moved my finger in and out of my hole and the slipped my index finger in. I was thinking about Ben, wondering what he looked like naked, what he though about when he wanked off and how often. I wondered whether he was gay, whether him and Ryan were gay and whether they'd ever done anything together. They must have wanked off together, surely, two fit hunky 19 year olds. Maybe they'd sucked each other off, maybe they'd even had some bum fun. My body tensed with the thought and my cum shot out of my cock and hit the tiles in the shower, dribbling down as the water washed my juice away. I regain my breathing and continued to wash myself clean, but I couldn't help but think about Ben and I really wanted him. Really really wanted him.
To be continued...
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