My Fair Lad - Part 19
Chas is in Ramsgate plotting his future. Mark a distant nightmare.
He's setting up home with Gav, trying to forge a new life for himself and the lad he loves.
Chas housing empire is progressing well, and he finally confronts his enemies.
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Mark, the snake
The lawyer comes back to Winston with a long list of details about my trades detailing the specific advice he gave me. I know this is BS and so do his lawyers but they try anyway.
Winston repeats the fact that the outstanding claims for training and advice were dealt with, as I was not employed solely by Mark but by the collective of which he was a part and to which I paid a substantial sum to.
We await more demands from the legal team, Mark must've made some money to pay his fees. Winston finds out it's the creditors who are after the money.
I mention it to Gerry. `Ah yes, my legal team are also responding to his claim for his share of the fees. I'm pushing back of course, saying that it was his recklessness that caused the downfall and that he wasn't due anything as these were clearly for the benefit of the creditors within the collective'.
Gerry would be our star witness if it goes to trial.
We are summoned to attend a hearing with judges in chambers to evaluate the case against against and for.
Time to get suited and booted. The suit still fits me after almost 3 years since it was bought for our first 6 month review and meeting our good pal Colin aka Celia.
I've filled out, more muscular now, more Daniel Craig like, I do the fake gun turn to the mirror, Gav just rolls his eyes and laughs.
I go up town with Winston, my heavy, dressed all in black, suited and booted. I like the feel of the tight collar and tie, the cool crisp cotton shirt and the fine Italian wool Hugo Boss suit. A hangover from Mark.
We sat opposite each other in a meeting room, the judge at the head of the table. Mark and his team opposite. Mark a shadow of himself, no longer the confident one. He avoided my eyes. I could see him looking at me when I purposefully looked away to let him see me, and my tie pin.
Winston was very well prepared. You could see the legal team for the others wince as he spoke in his thick Rammo mockney cockney accent.
`It is our case that following the collapse of the trading collective; I understand that this was an equal partnership between the six traders, that full and generous recompense was made for the tuition and guidance provided to my client. Indeed very generous recompense, as listed in the fees table, you will see that a sum of £1,000 was levied on my client for each 15 minutes spent on the premises that's £4,000 an hour. Presumably the data was taken from his security card access logs',
The judge perused the figure, `and these sums were paid, how?',
`All paid from my clients trading surplus accumulated from a loan of £1,000 taken out by my client and repaid in full with interest one month after receipt of the loan. The balance being used for further investments in jewellery and in metals. As you can see over 1.2 million pounds was repaid',
`And where is that money now?',
`It was paid to Gerry Morton, one of the collective, your honour, the transfer is detailed on page 16 of the pack, guv',
`Your honour will suffice',
`Yes, guv er your honour',
`And why isn't Gerry Morton here today to answer this?',
Silence.
`Well gentleman I strongly suggest you tackle the recipient of these frankly outrageous fees rather than the er, victim of this fraud, tantamount to blackmail. I request fees are sent to the prosecution, you may like to use £1,000 per 15 minutes in your calculations?',
`Thankyou your honour but our standard fees shall apply', says Winston,
`Very good, case dismissed'.
We were thrilled. Mark came up to me afterwards as Winston and Marks legals chatted.
Hi Chas' says Mark you look well, money suits you'.
`Look Mark, I've no hard feelings. In fact I have to thank you for seeing something in me, something to warrant your attention toward me. I should be angry at you and Gerry even though you and him tried to take me down through dubious trading and schemes. You two stole £750k from me. I wish you well for the future but if you or Gerry try any tricks again then my forensic accounting team shall be on to it, got it?'.
He nodded, `the tie pin, you kept it?', he says, touching the stones delicately.
`Yes, Gav said to wear it today for luck, you remember Gav?
`Thetop heavy electrician?',
`Yes, he pinned it to me this morning'.
`It's lovely, I remember you bought it with your first trading settlement bonus',
`Can you remember what the stones are for?', I said,
He looked at me, he tears up and says through the sobs,
`The diamond says I love you always, the citrine is to bring abundance and success and the ruby is for passion and vitality',
He recovers, getting angry now,
`I had it all Chas, I even had you. But you are a poison, you are a toxin, everything you touch is a success, how can that be? You a fucking barrowboy brought up sucking his uncles dick, an urchin, a nothing. You can't possibly be human, you're like the devil. Get away from me Satan'.
He was shouting loudly, heads were turning, gowned barristers in wigs looked across pitifully.
Mark flung his arms out, shoing me away, screaming, `Satan, deliver me from this devil'.
He broke down, literally, falling on his knees, sobbing, wailing.
An older,well dressed couple and a tall lithe black male nurse attended to him, taking him away to a waiting car. His parents and carer, I presume, unrecognisable.
That's the last time I saw Mark.
Winston says, `Jeez I could do with a bevvy after that performance',
`I know just the place, and a walk will clear our heads, help build up an appetite',
The bouncers on Leicester Square `spoons, gave Winston the once over, bouncer to bouncer, bruiser to bruiser, a nod of recognition and respect between them.
`I'll get these, Stella?', I say,
He nods,
`Let's eat, steak and chips do ya?'
`Yeah medium, it's table 19', says Winston relaxing a little.
I paid as memories of Mark and Gerry make me smile and fade. The food arrives, not bad, not brilliant but well needed.
Winston gets the beers in, I get the third round.
We get a cab to Paddington, me, I'd have walked it, soaking up the vibe of London, but Winston's not the walking type.
I call Gav, he'll pick me up from the station, not much time he says.
`Have you forgotten?'
I'm silent,
`You have, it's Friday, beers and playtime, the lads are there already, the hockey team are coming straight from work',
`Drop me off and I'll change into my trackies',
`You really have forgot, you numpty, tonight it's jocks only night!',
`What the whole team and opposition?',
`Yep, everyone, and it's a fiver for the privilege, the money is going towards Royal Harbour School hockey kit. A few of the sixth formers might turn up',
He winked at me and we pull into Meeting Street, the gates slide open and I run upstairs and strip, carefully putting Gavs tie clip back in its Garrards box.
I flex in the mirror and look at what Mark gave up, for money. I slip on my sexiest jock, it's got a dipped front, teal coloured and I slip on my chaviest trackies.
Gav runs up the stairs `come on you, it's playtime',
We walk to the warehouse, Reg's warehouse next door brooding in the dark, now mine, a solitary security flood light casts our long shadows as we walk by.
The guys are in the whirlpool, a pile of clothes in the bedroom.
`What a flat! I'd forgotten how sexy this place is', I say to Gav,
Gav's face was lit up, happy, smiling at me.
`Get some more beers,guv',
shouts George, he stands up, fuck he's naked and horny,
`Cover it up George, we've all got one', shouts Spanno,
`Yeah but not like this beauty, this could earn me a fortune doing porno's this could',
He swung his cock in circles, as Spanno grabbed his ankles and yanked him under.
I run to the kitchen and grab two fridge packs. The lads cheer and stand up as I threw them each a can, fuck they're all stripped, chubby, semi, then they sink back into the bubbles.
Gav is stripped quickly, he's a God, he swings into the bathroom and sinks into the water, I walk in, the guys cheer, crushed cans are thrown at me to catch and re supply. I sink in the water, George is on one side, Gav at the other, Stevie by George's side, then Spanno, Slomo and Dave.
We all sink low, water on our lips, relaxing. George's erect cock rises out of the water,
`Up periscope lads', he says laughing, Slomo ducks him under, he rises spluttering, laughing,
Spanno farts,
`depth charge',
shouts George, sharp as ever. He gets ducked for that,
`sorry lads' says Spanno, apologising for his er outburst.
`How about giving us all a massage boss?'
Says George.
`All that shovelling rubble and stacking bricks has done me in',
I get a litany of aching shoulders, backs and sprains to minister to from the lads.
`OK lads on the massage tables in gym, let's go down and get it warmed up for the match and after party' says Gav.
They all rise out and we grab a towel and dry off and run to the gym. `Grab a pack of beers each of you',
I blast the heating on in the warehouse and start the showers on hot, the pipes rumble and spit. I wipe down the massage tables as the lads watch desparate housewives on Sky in the lounge.
We call them through, in two's, Slomo and Spanno swing in, relaxed and confident, refreshed. Two more different bodies you couldn't find, Spannos feet hanging off the table, long and lean, muscular arse and next to him a bull like broad Slomo, thick, heavy set.
Right chaps', I say its your back and glutes first then me and Gav will swap and do your fronts, no happy endings, OK'
`Then you can get your jocks on and we'll play softball with the hockey team, they say the sixth formers will pack our side out, they can wear jocks or speedos. The warehouse should be toasty warm by then',
says Gav, ever the organiser.
We start on them, eliciting groans and moans as I feel Spanno relax under my touch,
`Fuck, you're good at this guv', moans Spanno, as I delve into his shoulders,
Slomos almost snoring, then wincing and snorting as Gav gets a tight hold of a muscle, pummelling him, no complaints as I massage Spannos, twin mounds of muscle, opening him up, looking at his slightly hairy crack and his pucker, so relaxed, I could easily slip a finger in.
`Er that's a bit too close boss' he says, protecting his presumably virgin hole.
`Just a quick peek, sorry' I say,
`you've fuck all chance of getting up there',
`Yeah, I know, that's what makes it more exciting.',
I move to his other cheek, pummelling and squeezing as it morphs into his thigh, a solid muscle mass. His nuts cosy in their sack.
Gav is working hard on Slomo, his beefy, compact body layered with muscles under his outer fat.
Slomo turns over, his beer can cock soft looking almost alien like, as Gav gets to work on his pecs, his knuckles penetrating his thick ropes of muscles.
Spanno spins over, he's lithe and fast, his cock thin and very long. I get to work on his shoulders and arms, then his pecs, we're talking about the houses, how good David is at planning the work and Rachel's simple designs and decor.
He wants to do his own house up, but with the house full of stuff and kids he knows it will never happen.
I start on his lats, and his abs crunch, then his thighs,
`All done, send in the next two',
George and Stevie walk in,
`I'll bet I get a boner boss' says George,
`Yeah me too' says Stevie,
'Well if you do I'll get one too' says Gav `bloody infectious they are. In fact just talking about it's not helping'.
I massage George, I give him the works, hard, making him shout, but he can take it, he's balanced out now, not the lopsided wanking armed youth, but a sexy, fit lad, with an easy smile, a twinkle in his eye, and with what must be a prize winning cock, it looks about the same as Gav's but not as thick,
Gav's almost drooling over Stevie, I look over we catch eyes and Gav mimes licking up his crack.
`What you doing there' says Stevie,
`Just thought I saw a mole', says Gav.
`Or peering up my hole more like',
Stevie turns over, his soft, curvy, downy body moves and twitches as Gav pummels him, he catches his dick accidentally as he does his thighs,
`Shall I move it?' Gav says looking into Stevies eyes.
`Yeah, why not', he says, hesitantly,
Gav gets hold as it hardens in his palm, lightly gripping it.
George looks across, `what you done that for? I was OK till you did that',
George turns over, his cock erect, flamed, I pound his muscles and manipulate his body, it soon subsides as his brain copes with the pain.
Stevies finished and runs off back to the whirlpool, his cock bobbing before him.
`Come on Dave, I'll do you' says Gav.
Stevie says, `let me do you Boss', we lie down as George bends Gav in double and Stevie caresses me, gently looking for muscles and pummelling them.
We get up, all four of us erect. We instinctively pull our poles down and watch each others dicks fly back up, we grin at each other, grab a mates and pull them to the showers in a daisy chain.
`Right lads, shower, get dried and your jocks on now and maybe trackies, we don't want to scare the lads off do we'.
The hockey team turn up and half a dozen sixth formers. All spots and nervous grins.
`Fuck, look at this place' they say,
`So I'm Chas and this is my bloke Gav, just so you know right from the start. Welcome to my warehouse which I converted into this sports hall, there are showers, massage room, a games lounge and kitchen.
We'll have a game or three of softball, we'll have the first one as we are now, get those muscles warmed up. Any questions?',
Silence.
`Oh and are we all over 18?' Its all nods from the sixth formers.
`I've got a question' says one of the lads,
`Are you Gay?',
His mates laugh at him, `course he is, he lives with Gav, his bloke' says a tall curly haired lad.
`That's a good question, I don't like labels like that, I just fancy lads that's all, nothing to be scared of, nothing unusual about it, apparently it's quite common',
`Ok let's get into teams' says Gav clapping his hand, moving it on.
We play two games, it's fast and furious, the lads are sweating and heaving in air. I strip. The teams follow suit.
`Fuck that's some view' I say as the guys strip off, checking out their mates and adjusting themselves in their jocks. Some fit lads here. The hockey guys are tough, hockey is a hard game, softball is a bit of fun, cardio training really.
`First team to five wins, but you've got be two games ahead'.
We start, their arses are lovely, some tight globes, some non existent, some big and beefy, lots of hairy legs too, thick and wiry to blonde down. A good selection of nice packages as well, some look promising as the lads idly touch their cocks and adjust, pulling the jock band lower as they wait for a pass or watch a goal.
The hockey team wins, we congratulate them, we're all sweating profusely.
We go through to the changing room and I run the showers hot, they are soon out of their jocks and we shower together, sharing spigots, two strange soapy hands rub my back, it one of the sixth formers, this catches on and we're soon all being washed, hands getting braver, washing arses and cocks, guys copping a quick feel, laughing about it,
`First time I've held someone else's, feels all squishy',
`It soon won't if you keep doing that'
as the lad plays with his mates soapy cock.
`Here it comes',
he says as it bones up, that does it, it turns into a play session, twenty blokes all crammed into the showers.
We dry off and I order in Dominoes and we eat the pizza and drink the beer fridge dry, sat in the lounge watching an X men film.
The lads pair off and snuggle up in the dim light of the TV.
I hear the odd `Gerroff, you puff' if someone oversteps the lines, that are fading under the alcohol and friendship.
The film finishes, it's a crescendo of crushing cans and lads dress and start to go home, thanking us. Wanting a rematch soon.
George and Stevie are clearing up the cans and pizza boxes, they bag up the rubbish and I lock up.
`Fancy a couple more in the flat?' Says Stevie.
`Yeah' we say and go through. We end up sleeping over, one thing leads to another and we end up taking each other.
Stevies touch is so tender, he kissed my nape as he pumped me deep and slow till he came in a whimper and thousands of kisses on my shoulders, his weight on me. I hear George nailing Gav, hard, fast and furious. Gav's smile says it all. Ecstatic.
I fall asleep with Stevies cock lodged up my arse, still hard.
Morning comes, I'm up early, luring in the bed, Stevies head on my abs, snoring on his back, my cock close to his ear, across frommme George is on his back, his head nestled into Gavs armpit as they both sleep. Gavs cock getting chubby as he plays with his foreskin in his sleep, George's monster twitching, lifting itself off his abs.
I'm doing OK, some oversupply of zinc, I snap it up just before it bottoms out. That'll be a good buy, just a couple of million, I'll sell it on as the price rises in a few days. Coppers doing well, I sell a couple of futures, and cash in. Leeching that's £200k into the pot.
Gerry's doing OK so far. It's a review. We meet in Edinburgh, Gerry's got an apartment overlooking Princess Street Gardens, and of course the imposing Castle mound to the far right. It's on the top floor away from the traffic noise and hum of the trams whisking past.
Gav and Col have booked a spa in the classy hotel,
`You booked the works? says Gav,
`I bloody well hope so, should be two happy endings at those prices' says Col,
Gerry and I talk of figures, we've cleared two million this year, Gerry putting his back into it to match my online trading.
Gav comes back all pink and smiling, his bed hair stood up tall, like a new born chick. Col all gregarious and laughter, teasing Gerry, kissing him passionately, Gerry blushing beetroot red.
We dine out suited and booted, Col in full highland dress, Gav in his more relaxed black merino roll neck under his good suit, I'm in my suit, shirt and tie, Gav's tie-pin pinned through the new silk tie, Gerry like a penguin in full black tie.
We end up in very exclusive whisky bar, in the dark recess of the club. I notice it's all guys, well heeled, Rolexes ten a penny, we lie back on the huge leather sofas, lit by the warmth from the gold lampshades filtering the light, the soft furnishings absorbing the sound, just laughter trilling through like birdsong from time to time as glasses and ice chink and drinks are knocked back.
We retire.
I'm in the darkness of his kilt, the bristling itchy wool hot and heavy on the back of my head. I breath in his musk, so strong, condensed, Campbell's condensed, his flaming ginger hairs take up my all of my view as my eyes get accustomed to the darkness. I take him in hand, his sporran buckle rattles on the back of my head, he groans.
I suckle his foreskin, wanting to nip it in my teeth, arrowing my tongue to feel the tiny ridges of his piss slit, feeling it open under pressure, his cock honey drooling out. I push my soft lips over the crown and feel his foreskin push down and his, now naked, acorn center my mouth to be coated in saliva mixed with his salty emissions.
He thrusts forward, laughing, as Gavs obviously got to his pucker, him in the darkness too at his rear, making slurping noises as he licks up his crack to reach his hole. I see Gavs fingers reach under to grip Cols nuts, I grip Gavs hand, hand on hand squeezing Cols big balls together as he rocks forward moaning, almost gagging me.
I feel legs on my back as Gerry moves in closely, reaching on tip toes to kiss his lover,
Col bolts forward as Gavin pulls his cheeks wider slurping opening up Col, getting him ready.
Col lifts up his kilt and I pull off and turn, his cock thick, erect, ready. I lie on the bed, arse akimmbo, Col throws his kilt up my body as he pushes his cock in.
Gav lifts the kilt at his rear and Col bends, his arms on the bed leaning into me, his cock pulsing deep in me, Gav enters, Col growls and we get into a push pull rhythm. Gerry is stripped and straddles me, facing me, he lowers and pushes his cock up into my mouth.
We don't last long, Gerry is first to succumb to my working on his shaft. Col barrels into me, falling on me as I hear Gav grunt out his load.
Col rises like a giant, unbuckles the kit and the wooden material is devoid of the plaits now. We fall on the huge bed as Col pulls the kilt, now a blanket over our bodies, all itchy warm and exciting.
TBC