Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2009 18:27:46 +0000
From: clever wag <cleverwag@hotmail.com>
Subject: pranging a perv (part one)

This is the start of a story about a boy's sexual realisations under the
guidance of an older man. It will be told alternately from the boy's and
the man's point of view. It is in every sense a work of the imagination and
a fantasy. It will be very graphic and safe sex is not practiced. If such
stuff offends you or you are not of legal age in your country please do not
read it. It is your choice.

I always welcome feedback and suggestions so feel free to email me at
cleverwag@hotmail.com

My other nifty stories, which I am also continuing, are `A Professor's
Greek Holiday' and `The Boy Girl Club'.


1.

Max starts his story:

My name's Max.  I live with my mum in the Market Estate which is a total
crap housing estate in a place called Islington which is a place in London
England. If you come to London you can see it behind the big clock tower on
Market Road N7, which is where the football pitches are that the Arsenal
youth team practice on sometime and sometime I kick a ball around there too
with my mates. My home is a dump and soon as I get out the better.

I don't go to school no more. I left. I aren't no layabout though, I got a
job. It's at a garage called Bakshi Motors in Drayton Park N1 (just in case
you want your car fixed cheap!) which is run by my best mate Ahmad's
dad. Ahmad got his dad to give me a job. I like Ahmad's dad Mr Bakshi
because he treats me good and lets me take time off sometime and he also
teaches me about cars and he lets me drive them around sometime. I drive
good and don't have accidents, well not until last week.

My mate Ahmad is a Muslim. He isn't no militant Muslim or nothing like
that.  He does his prayers and stuff like a good lad, but he don't want to
blow up people or anything like that. His dad and mum came from
Pakistan. He's clever is Ahmad, much cleverer than me, and he still goes to
school, he wants to get to uni and stuff, which he probably will. When he
isn't at school though, like at weekends or in the evenings, he helps out
his dad's garage but he don't know as much about cars as me.

Another lad that works at Bakshi Motors is our mate Eze who is black and
his mum and dad came from Africa, or maybe his grandparents did, I don't
know exactly. We call him Ez. He's a cool guy even though he is younger
than Ahmad and me. Ahmad and me and Ez hang around together loads even when
we aren't working at Bakshi Motors. There are some real racist boys round
where we all hang out, on the Market Estate specially, and sometime they
call me stuff like paki-lover and nigger-lover and even Al Quaida terrorist
and stuff because I got a paki Muslim and a African as my best mates –
well they can go fuck themselves.  I got some white mates too, but it's
just that Ahmad and Ez are my best mates and to me it don't matter what
colour they are.

Anyway I'm a foreigner too. Or a half-foreigner. My dad's Russian and
that's why my name is Max because Max is short for Maxim which is a Russian
name. I don't remember my dad though. He was a Russian sailor who banged up
my mum when he was over here on a Russian boat. He took her and me back
with him to Russia for a bit but only for like two years so I don't
remember none of that.

My mum hated Russia and they was always arguing and stuff and then he hit
her or something and she left him and came back here. We don't know where
my dad is now, but my mum has some photos of him still.  I think she
fancied him a load.  He was a very good-looking bloke. They probably had
great sex.

My mum's real beautiful, a real babe.  I don't mean like I fancy her or
nothing, but I seen photos of her when she was like my age or maybe 20 or a
bit older and she looks a real babe – I mean all her clothes and stuff
from that time, like from the 1980s, are weird and make me laugh but you
can still she was a stunner and she still is for a old person. Well she is
36 which isn't too old I guess, and she still gets blokes, which she
deserves because she's beautiful. I don't like it too much when they come
over and because her bedroom is next to mine in the flat I hear them going
at it and that it's sort of weird listening to all that and I don't like it
but I suppose she's got to have sex like any woman or bloke.

Mind you sometime when I listening to them my nob goes hard.

So I guess you want to know about me and sex and girls and stuff.  Well I
don't got a girlfriend, or not regular, but there's this girl called Holly
who goes to Camden Girls and she's fit and sexy and she wants to be my girl
or so she says and we have sex. She's a real skinny babe and I like that
it's my taste. She isn't my first, that was a girl called Carol when I was
15 who was like a total slut and we fucked lots when I was 15 but I don't
see her no more.  Then there's been Becky and Marianne and Carmel who was
black and now there's Holly, but she isn't like a real girlfriend because
we don't hang out and stuff we just have sex, which is good.  She says I'm
real fit which I like.

Holly lives in a big house in Canonbury Square which I never been to
because her parents are rich – like her dad is a lawyer and I think
their house must be worth like four million quid at least.  She says she
wants me to meet her mum and dad but I don't want to because I know they
won't like me because I'm from the Market Estate and I reckon they want
their daughter to marry a nice boy with a good education and probably
money.

Anyway it's kind of a turn-on that we have sex because it's kind of secret,
and I reckon she thinks it kind of hot too.  We have sex at my place which
my mum don't mind about, and sometime at my mate Ben's because he got a
spare room. I think Ben lets us do it at his place because he's a perv and
he likes listening! She is real fit, she wants to be a model, she says that
some agencies is already taking her photo and stuff.  She'd be a hot model
– no not that kind of model! I'm talking about catwalk model, proper
fashion model and stuff – like Kate Moss `cept younger.

My mate Ahmad doesn't have sex.  He says it's because he's a Muslim and
he's going to marry some girl from Pakistan or somewhere and not have sex
until he's married.  Yeah right.  Ez and me is always ribbing him about
that.  He's fit and lots of girls think so and want to have sex with
him. Even Holly thinks he's fit. I told him that and he went all funny and
stuff.  I think he got a hard-on!

Ez has lots of sex, not just with black girls neither.  He says he been
having it since 13 but I think he's just boasting. He says all black boys
have big cocks and that's why white girls want him so much.  Yeah right.  I
haven't seen his cock so I don't know.  But he's fit too.

WE ARE THE FIT LADS OF ISLINGTON LOL.

Now you know all about me, or I don't know what else to tell you so...

A week ago I pranged one of Mr Bakshi's customer's cars.  It was a sweet
motor – BMW 5 series, cabrio, 2.5 litre 16 valve, midnight blue, grey
leather seats, 0-60 in 5.5 secs, L reg, 150k on the clock, but Mr Baskhi's
clocked it so it says less, still goes like a dream though.

I taken it out before but always with Mr Bakshi and this time I went on my
own. Well it was just sitting there wasn't it. Mr Bakshi was away
somewheres and we'd fixed it and it was waiting for the owner to collect it
but I heard he couldn't do that till the next day so it was just waiting. I
said to Phil who works for Mr Bakshi I was going to take it for a short
spin and he's like you shouldn't do that but he didn't stop me did he.

I was only going to take it up to Highbury and round, no distance. So I
take the keys, start her up, take the roof down because it was like a real
hot day and I take her up to the Barn and then down Aubert Park and turn
off onto Stavordale so I can get back to Drayton Park.

Stavordale's one of the only roads round here that don't have those fucking
speed bumps on it so I see if I can get her up to 60 before I gets to the
end of the road. I get her up to 60 all right and maybe even 70 well of
course I can't stop before I gets to the end of the road.

And there's some old guy driving an old Saab up Hart Road and I can't stop.
I see him so I slam the brakes but I don't stop soon enough. He sees me and
all so he swerves a bit so I graze his side like and don't hit him full on
otherwise we might both be dead!

I'm like oh fuck. Not a good situation!  First thing I do is get out of the
BMW to check the damage. If I'd thought more I could have just driven the
fuck out of there, then dumped the car somewhere and pretend I didn't have
nothing to do with it or something.  But Phil had seen me take the motor
out hadn't he? Anyways I was out of the car and so was the old bloke in the
Saab.

He's like `what the fuck?'  Front of the BMW was a bit buckled but the
damage wasn't too grievous, just a body repair job. Same with the Saab when
I checked, just needed the side and door panels beating out.  None of the
cars was a write-off or nothing so that was a relief.

I think the old bloke's going to start screaming at me and stuff but he
doesn't.  He just like looks at me. I'm like `hey mister I'm sorry' and
stuff, being like a real polite kid and that. And he's still looking at me,
not saying nothing. Then he says something like `we'd better exchange
details for insurance and stuff' and I'm like what fucking details am I
going to give him?

He seems like a nice old bloke.  I'm thinking he could have like punched me
in and shouted or something but he didn't. So I tells him straight that I
works for Bakshi Motors which is just down the road and then I says we can
fix his car for him if he wants, and for free and all, and not to bother
about any insurance or nothing.

I don't know why I'm saying this or what the fuck Mr Bakshi's going to say
when I tell him I not only pranged his best customer's BMW but he's got to
fix that and a Saab for free, but it just seems to be like the best thing
to say, the best way out of the situation.

And the old bloke's like still shaking his head and like `no no I don't
know'. And I'm showing him the damage to the Saab and saying that it isn't
like a big deal or nothing, just a panel-beating job.

And he's like `no just give me your details'.  And I'm like well I don't
have any details because it's not my car is it?  I tell him all I got is
the address and number of Bakshi Motors, so he's like `well give me those
then' and I do.

It's like he can't speak proper and he's got a frog in his throat or
something.

And he's still giving me these funny looks and I'm thinking it could be
like he's on something I don't know. And then he just says `you'll be
hearing from my insurers' and then he's in his old Saab and he drives off,
up Hart Road and off round the corner.

Well when I gets back to the garage Mr. Bakshi is there and he goes fucking
ape. Lucky that Ahmad was there because I think he persuaded his dad not to
fire me. Mr. Bakshi went even more ape when I told him he could be getting
a call from the bloke with the Saab, or the bloke's insurance company or
whatever. He says he's going to dock what it costs to fix the two cars off
my wages. Well it could've been worse. He tells me how we got to make up
some story about how the BMW was nicked by someone else and taken for a joy
ride and that I didn't have nothing to do with it.  Well that's all right
by me.

Then he's like `And do up your shirt I will not have naked men in my
garage!' And that's when it hits me about the bloke with the Saab.  I
didn't think about it earlier, well I suppose I sort of did. He was a perv!
He was perving me.

See I was wearing my red quiksilver shirt and because it was so fucking hot
it was open, and the old poofta was checking me out! Checking my pecs and
abs and stuff!

Well I know I got a good bod. Holly is like always saying she likes my
six-pack and my chest. She likes to lick them. And I seen the old pervs
checkin me out when I go to Hampstead Lido to swim with Ahmad and Ez. Yeah
the pervs like looking at Ahmad and Ez too coz they got fit bods too.

WE ARE THE FIT LADS OF ISLINGTON IN OUR SPEEDOS LOL!

Well the old bloke with the Saab has got my number hehe, or the garage's
anyway...

NOT THAT I'M QUEER OR NOTHING.

to be continued...