Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 16:19:42 EDT
From: BurgyHill@aol.com
Subject: best job in the world part three

Disclaimer - The following is fiction. It is not meant to imply
the sexuality of any persons mentioned.

   I entered the room.

   "Hi baby", Alan said. He was stood there in a bath robe. I
wondered what he had on underneath.

   "I woke up this morning so horny. I just had to have you come
so I could feel those magic lips of your on my cock", he said as
he pulled me towards him.

   He kissed me gently on my lips before forcing his tongue into
my mouth. He held me tightly as our tongues danced together. His
hand ran down the side of my body ahead of entering my trackie
bottoms and grabbing hold of my rock hard cock. I was still in
dream land. He had touched my cock on two occasions previously and
I had cum within seconds of him doing so. I concentrated hard on
not shooting my load but knew if he kept rubbing me like that I
would not be able to control myself.

   Fortunately he stepped back, "Have you been thinking about me",
he asked in sexy voice.

   "Yes", I nodded.

   "And wanking off over me too", he enquired.

   "About a million times since Monday", I exaggerated.

   "Good", he said, "Well now you've got the real thing".

   He opened the knot that was holding his bathrobe closed and
allowed it to fall to the ground. He stood there in just a pair of
clean crisp 2(x)ist undies. I could make the outline of his semi
hard cock through them.

   "Can I feel you up please sir", I pleaded.

   "Alan", he scalded me.

   "Can I feel you up Alan", I corrected myself, "Please", I
added.

   He laughed. Opening the palms of his hands to show I had his
permission. I moved towards him and cupped his cock and balls
through the material of his underwear. I rubbed my hand all over
it as it began to harden. I put my face to his chest and smelt his
manly odours. Next I slid my hand inside his undies and took hold
of his stiff prick. I wanked it up and down about six times before
removing my hands and rubbing them over his chest. Closing my eyes
I kissed him softly on his chest. I was in heaven I could not
believe this was happening to me.

   "Come on", he said as he lay down on the bed, "I want you to
strip down to your underwear - very slowly"

   He lay  there with his legs spread wide as he waited for me to
start removing my clothes. I smiled at him. He blew me a kiss
before raising his eyebrows in an indication that he wanted me to
begin.

   I slowly lifted my t-shirt over my head to reveal my smooth
hairless chest. Next I bent down and gradually undid my laces on
my trainers removing one and then the other. I looked down at him.
He was lightly playing with his cock through his underwear. I took
one sock off and then the other throwing them into the corner off
the room. The sun was beating in through the window as I smiled
down at him. I turned away from him and little by little began to
remove my trackie bottoms. I stepped out of them kicking them into
the corner with the rest of my clothes. I lowered the back of my
underwear to expose the top of my arse to him. My cock was stiff.
I was about to take my undies down.

   "Come here", he said.

   I walked towards him. He patted the bed at the side of him and
I joined him on it. I could feel the heat from his body as I lay
along side him. I wished Pete could see me now he would have to
believe me then.

   We looked each other in the eyes and he brought his lips to
mine. We kissed.

   I was in ecstasy one off the fittest footballers in the league
was lying next to me and I was going to get to suck his cock. I
felt his hand reach inside my underwear and start playing with my
cock. I reached down and felt him up through his undies. He
started wanking my cock. I took hold of his arm to stop him.

   "No", I said, "You'll make me cum".

   "That's the idea Andy boy", he giggled.

   "Not yet", I told him," I want to suck your cock some first".

   "Well what you waiting for", he said, "It's dying to be
sucked".

   He reached down and began to take off his white undies.

   "No let me please", I begged him.

   He smiled and I knelt up and put either hand on each side of
his undies. I slowly began to pull them down. I stopped for a
second as his pubic hair came into view. He lifted his arse up
slightly to give me better access as I pulled them down some more
little by little. His cock sprang up as I eventually freed it from
it's confines. I looked him in the face. He smiled back at me. I
pulled his undies right off and through them on the floor.

   "Perhaps he might let me keep them later", I thought to myself.

   I took hold of his dick and placed it into the palm of my hand.
I rubbed his balls with the tips of my fingers as I gently toyed
with his manhood.

   "Go on. Suck it babe", he moaned.

   He spread his legs really wide as I lay down between them. I
took hold of his cock and put the tip into my mouth and licked
round the head. I took my mouth off his cock and proceeded to give
his balls a good tongue lashing. At the same time I gently wanked
his cock. I returned to his dick and slowly took it inch by inch
into my mouth until the whole length of it had disappeared. I
licked back up the shaft before again slowly taking it again fully
into my mouth. I kept this slow tease up for several minutes from
the noises he was making he was really enjoying it and I was too I
could keep this up all day. I had my eyes closed tightly his cock
was getting stiffer by the minute.

   "Faster babe", he groaned.

   I picked up my pace on his cock alternating between deep and
short strokes all the time licking the head of his cock with my
tongue. His legs were making involuntary movements as I bobbed up
and down on his stiffening prick. I knew it would not be long now
before his load began to make it's way from deep inside his balls
to my eager mouth.

   "Jesus", he screamed as he hit his clinched hand onto the bed
clothes.

   I felt his cock get even harder and my I rubbed his tightening
ball sack with my hand. His cock twitched and I felt his spunk
rise up his shaft before it spewed into my mouth. I tried to count
the number of shots them came out. One, two, three, four, five,
six I couldn't not keep count. This was the biggest load that my
mouth had been fortunate enough to coax out of anyone since I
discovered the pleasure of sucking cock. I could not swallow it
all it dripped out of my mouth back down his cock and over his
balls, onto his legs, staining the bed sheets.

   "That was fucking amazing", he cried out, as he struggled to
regain his composure.

   "If you keep sucking me like that you have got a job for life",
he gasped.

   "Where did you get all that spunk from", I said as I licked his
balls dry. My own cock was rock hard and demanding to be released.

   "I don't think I have shot so much. I have your delightful
mouth to thank for that",  Alan said as he reached down and ran
his hand over my head.

   "We need to do something about that tent in your undies", he
grinned.

   "You can suck it if you want", I asked hopefully.

   I had sucked about 15 guys off in my life but most of them had
turned out straight. Only a couple had reciprocated and that was
some time ago.

   "I'm no cocksucker", he said, "I will wank you off though. I
like feeling young lads pricks"

   "Can I cum on you", I requested.

   "Go on just this once", he said.

   I pulled my underwear off and through them onto the pile with
my other clothes. I sat on his stomach with my legs either side of
him. He reached up and took hold of my cock. I looked down at him
as he began to manipulate my stiff prick. I was disappointed he
was not going to return the favour that I had just performed for
him. But if anyone had said a couple of weeks ago that Alan Smith
would offer to wank me off I would have jumped at the chance. His
hand moved faster and faster along my shaft I knew I just have to
shoot my load. I closed my eyes as I felt him bring me to the
point of no return and my balls splattered his chest with their
contents. I dropped to lay down beside him and to wrap my arms
around him. He held me for a few seconds.

   "I have to go soon", he said his head turned away from mine.

   I wanted to hold him a little longer.

   "When can I see you again", I said not wanting to let go.

   "When my cock yearns for your magical lips", he said matter of
factly.

   "Do you want to fuck me", I asked trying to get to stay with
him. I had never been fucked properly. I had messed with one of
mates when I was younger but he never stuck it right up me,
preferring to hump me till he shot his load and although I had
fucked him quite a few times he never did it back. I was a little
nervous about taking it for the first time, but if it meant I
could stay with Alan than I would let him do it.

   "Sorry", he sighed, "I'm not into fucking arse only a fanny. I
chose you cause boys can suck better than girls. I love having my
cock sucked.  You understand don't you"

   I was pissed off. I thought he's just using me. But I
remembered the job I had just given up and the 200 pounds a week
he was paying me. I had really enjoyed sucking him off and I did
not want for that to end.

   "So your just a part time puff", I said angrily.

   "No", he said, turning over and pinning me to the bed, "I'm not
gay at all. I just want you to suck my cock when it needs
attention. I never promised you anything else. I'm paying you good
money for this arrangement.

  "But you said you liked looking at me in my undies. That means
your gay", I retorted.

  "Yes, I mean no", he said, holding his head in his hands.

  "I like you. I don't know what I like", he said laying back on
the bed.

   Suddenly I felt a power over him. I knew he would never be my
boyfriend and that this was a deadly secret. I could see he was
confused. Perhaps he needed someone like me to help him explore
his sexuality and that one day he maybe able to come out.

   "It's ok", I said reassuringly, "I will do whatever you want me
to do".

   "Thanks", he said a smile returning to his face, "I've got a
lot to lose if this ever gets out"

   "I've promised I will never tell anyone and I will stick to
that", I said as I stroked his arm.

   I moved my head close to his and kissed softly on his cheek and
then again in his lips. He responded my holding the back of my
head.

   "Come on", he said, "I really do have to go. The season starts
next week and I am suppose to be in training. I will be in touch
soon I guarantee. The boss says we cant see wives or girlfriends
for two days before matches, but he never mentioned anything about
getting our cocks sucked my fit young lads like you".

   I laughed. So this might not turn out to be a bed of roses, but
at least I was getting to suck off one of the fittest players in
the country.

   With that Alan began to get dressed. I picked my clothes up and
followed suit.

   "You go on I will wait a few minutes before I leave. And don't
hang around we can't be seen together in public. If you ever bump
into me you must act as though we have never met", he instructed
me.

   "Can I have a kiss before I leave", I asked.

   Alan put his arms around me pulled me towards him. I closed my
eyes as our lips met. He put his hand on my bum and began to rub
it.

   "You are making me hard again", I said.

   "We have not got time for that", he said. He patted my bum and
pushed me towards the door. I took one last look at him and walked
off down the corridor closing the door behind me.

   A waiter carrying some bedding walked past me and gave me a
strange look.

   "Fuck you", I thought, "Your going to need that for 307 the bed
is covered in mine and Alan Smith's spunk".

I walked out of the hotel and looked at my watch, 20 past 1, it
read. My mother always had Sunday dinner ready for five. I decided
to have a couple of pints I was going to need some courage if I
was going to tell them about my change of job.

   Mr. Hilton had given me a letter saying that I was being taken
as a clerk in his office. It said I didn't start till 10. So as
both my parents left for work before 8.30 they would never know if
I went in or not. My mum usually got in just after 5 so I could
say that I had just walked in myself. Unless of course Mr.
Hilton's client needed servicing that day.

I went into Via Fossa in the Village in Manchester and ordered
myself a pint of Fosters. I looked around the bar to see if I knew
anyone in there. I had only been in a couple of times before so
although I recognised one or two I did not know anyone to speak
to. I went outside and stood beside the canal wall and watched
people coming and going.

   I had almost drunk my pint when a guy about 25 came up to me.

   "Can I get you another pint", he said, "Or do you want to go
back to my flat".

   I thought about telling him I had just shagged Alan Smith but
knew I couldn't. I didn't really what to talk to him so I told him
I was leaving.

   "My mates are expecting me. I have to go", I replied.

   "Okay", he said, "Some other time then".

   I got the bus home and went up to my room. I played computer
games for a while and watched a bit of telly. I was nervous about
telling my parents about my job. I lay on my bed and began to
think about Alan. My cock stiffened and I pulled it out and began
to toss myself off. I  pulled the silky shorts out from under my
bed and sniffed them imagining that Alan had worn them in some
match. I did not take long before I was shooting my second load of
the day.

   At dinner I nervously told my parents about my job change and I
showed them the letter. I was relieved when they said they were
pleased for me.

That night in bed I wondered when Alan would be in touch. If he
was horny as me then it would not be too long.

   I did not hear anything all week. I went down to Mr. Hilton's
office a couple of times but got bored hanging around. I asked him
if anymore of his client's needed any special services, but he
said his client's affairs were confidential.

   Pete came round on Thursday evening and said he had split up
with his girlfriend. I told him he could come round anytime he
wanted and I could attend to his needs until he found a new girl
but he said he wasn't in the mood so we just chatted.

   The following Sunday a week after I had last seen Alan. I
watched Manchester United play Arsenal in the Charity Shield on
television. Alan was a substitute and only got on for the last
five minutes. Arsenal won the game 2 - 1. Alan didn't score.

   "He can score with me anytime he wants", I thought to myself.

   By Tuesday I was really bored and had even tidied my bedroom
for the first time in ages. I was sat in my chair playing with a
rubber band when my phone rang.

   "Hello", said Mr. Hilton

   "Hi", I said, "How's Alan"

   "He wants you to meet him. Do you know the Travelodge on
Broadway in Chadderton", he asked.

   "Yes", I said, "It's only about 15 minutes from my house"

   "He picked that one for that reason. Can you be there in half
an hour", Mr. Hilton said.

   "Sure can", I said almost dropping my phone.

   "He will see you there than", said Mr. Hilton hanging up.

   I rushed to bathroom and washed my face and put on deodorant. I
wanted smell really nice for him. I left my house and set off
walking. There was not a bus from my house to Broadway put if I
used the side streets a could walk there in time.

   I half walked half ran along the roads. I was nearly there when
I realised I did not know which room to go to. I tried calling Mr.
Hilton on my phone but his receptionist said he was unavailable.
As I entered the car park a Jaguar with blacked out windows pulled
along side me.

   "Get in", the driver said. It was Alan.

   "Hi", I said.

   "We can't stop here", he said.

   "Where are we going", I asked.

   "We are going somewhere were you can suck my cock. Oh and there
is someone else who would like to meet you", Alan said.

To be continued.