Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2010 09:20:18 +0000 (GMT)
From: Richard Glover <gloverr63@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: scally master

Leaving London was the hardest thing that I had to do I lost my job as well
as my lover of 24 years I look over the internet for some cheap properties
and to my amazement I found one within my price range just under 100,000 I
quickly snap it up and within a month I was moving to Hull a city in the
north east coast. Everything was fine I had a friend who was staying and he
eventually moved in with a girl that he met.

I had noticed Steve over the last year or so all tattooed ruff, a scally
type I had bought the house on a council estate not bad the view of Steve
was refreshing every day in the summer he would take off his shirt and what
a delight to see those dark brown nipples of his protruding as the light
summer air brushed over them, god the very thought of it gave me a ragging
hard on that I almost shot my cum in my pants.

His legs were defined as was the rest of his me a 46 year old man lusting
after a 27 year old I felt like a right pervert he was a typical rugby type
of lad I found out later that he was indeed a rugby player as well as a
local coach for kids. I had tried to make conversation with him a few times
but without success. Then one day I had enough I had a particular hard day
at work and I really needed a joint so I asked if he could buy some for me
his face was a picture.

"but you are a lawyer"

"so... are you going to buy it for me or not"

"how much"

"20" I replied as I handed him the money

"if I get a visit from the old bill mate you'll know about "

An hour later he returned with the weed and a big smile on his face, he
slightly shook his head as he left as if he did not believe at what he had
done. This went on for a few months he borrowed a little money now and
again.

Then one night in November he turned up late at night he had been drinking
heavily he sat on the on the settee he kept stealing glances and then he
went to the bathroom when he arrived back into the living room.

He looked at me "god you cunt your checking me out"

"well you are rather pretty"

"yer right mate" he replied as he sat back down he look once again as he
rubbed his crutch area there was a dead silence as he sipped his drink, he
glanced again.

He stood up and unzipped his jeans

 "right yer cunt open up that gob of yours"

His cock was shaved entered m mouth I licked the head ran my tongue down
the shaft and then back up to the head again. He let of a slight sigh and
then an intake of breath then I took his slender cock into m mouth and
right up to his balls I forced m tongue out to lick the base of his balls
his cock pulsated.

"Oh god our better than our lass" he moaned

He started to face fuck me, his cock ramming the back of my throat I gagged
a little but he just forced his cock deeper into my mouth. His cock started
to pulsate again this time his breath was getting out of control he rammed
his cock all the way in as he shot his spunk into my throat.

I was left a little exhausted he zipped up his jeans and looked at me as I
lay on the floor.

"You're my bitch now gay boy, and don't you fucking well forget it" the
next thing I heard was my front door closing