Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 12:48:59 EDT
From: BurgyHill@aol.com
Subject: best job in the world part five

Disclaimer - reference to any celebrities in this article
should not be a assumption of their sexual orientation.



 The morning after I had been to Alan's house and sucked
him and Wayne off I awoke early. I lay in bed for a while
and thought about yesterday's events. I reached down and
started to play with my hard cock. I half wanted to wank
off then and half to save it for a real good toss later
when no one would be in the house. I must have dozed off
again because the next thing I heard was my father's car
starting up in the drive it must have been 8.30 as that
was the time he normally left for work.

   A few minutes later my mother also left for work. I
was home in the house alone until around 3.30. I thought
about lying in bed for a while but decided to take a
shower. It was a good job I had my shower when I did
because no sooner had I got out then my phone rang with
Mr. Hilton's message saying check if I had been paid.

   I caught the bus into the town centre. I went to the
bank I checked my balance the money Alan was paying me
had gone in. I took out 50. I made straight for the shop
where I knew they sold my favourite underwear. It was
Alan's favourite too. I thought I would surprise him with
some nice new undies for the weekend. I did not know what
he had got planned but I am sure it involved some sexy
fun. I bought three pairs and then had a look round some
of the other shops. I looked at some trainers and found a
pair I really liked. I resolved to return the next week
and buy them. It was nearly lunchtime. As it was school
holidays there were a lot of young lads walking about and
my cock had hardened a few times as I imagined getting
inside their jeans or trackies.

   I was quite hungry now so I went into McDonalds and
bought a burger and fries. I took them to a table in the
corner by the window. I could eye up the boys both inside
and out from my seat as I ate my lunch as slowly as I
could. Two fit lads about 17 came and sat at the table
opposite me. They were laughing I could not hear what
they were saying. i could not help but keep glancing at
them but they were talking about something and did not
notice me. I had almost finished my meal and was taking
another glance at them when one of the caught me staring.
He smiled back at me. I smiled and imagined getting them
in my bed for the afternoon. He nudged his mate who
turned round and looked at me. I smiled at him. He blew
me a kiss and they fell about laughing. Embarrassed I
quickly grabbed my bag and started to leave. I walked
past them and out the door. I looked in through the
window as I left. One of them made a limp wrist gesture
at me and they fell about laughing again. I turned away
and hurried off down the street to catch the bus home. As
I waited for this bus to arrived I received a text on my
phone. It was Pete asking me what time I was in later. I
replied telling him I would be home in about 20 minutes.
He got back to me and said he would call round at 2 'o'
clock if that was okay. I told him I would be waiting. I
got on the bus and arrived home at quarter to one. I
thought about having a wank before he got there but
decided to leave it for later and just waited for him to
arrive.

    A moment later the door bell rang. I answered it. It
was Pete.

    "Come in", I said.

    As he walked through the door I leaned over and gave
him a quick peck on the side of his lips.

     "Stop it", he said, annoyed, half pushing me aside,
"I've told you not to do that".
    "I can't help being gay", I responded, "It's okay by
you when I'm between your legs".

     He walked past me and up the stairs and sat down at
my chair beside the computer. He started typing in some
web address and began staring at the pictures of tits and
cunts that began to fill the screen.

    I followed him in and lay on my bed. At first we did
not speak.

    Then I asked him, "What you been up to".

    "Not a lot", he replied, not giving much up.

    "You seeing anyone", I asked, hoping he would reply
negatively.

    "No", he came back, "Not had a shag since i split up
with Sarah. Just plenty of.", as he made a loose wanking
gesture with his right hand.

    I let out a muffled laugh.

    "You coming out with the lads this weekend. We are
going down town Friday", he enquired.

    I thought for a moment and how to reply.

    "I'm going away for a couple of nights with my
boyfriend", I said in a slow and distant manner that
would require a follow up question.

   "Boyfriend. What boyfriend", he returned, half turning
towards me a smile on his face.

   "You know. I told you. Alan Smith", I replied, again
awaiting his response.

    "Oh him", he snapped back, "Your imaginary friend"

    "I've not made it up. I've sucked him off four times
now and guess who else I've done it with", I told him.

    "Don't know. Elvis", he jokingly responded.

    "No dickhead", I bounced back. Then suddenly I
decided against telling him, "No one but I'm going with
Alan to United's game at the weekend. Watch out for me on
the telly".

    "I am getting horny now mate", he said, changing the
subject, "These tarts are really hot".

    "You want me to blow you then", I said, my mouth
getting that now familiar feeling when it knew it was
about to get some meat.

    He turned the chair sideways and leaning back he
closed his eyes and spread his legs wide.

    I got off the bed and walked over to him and knelt
down between his legs. I reached up with my hand and felt
his erect penis through his jeans.

    "Come on", I said, "Get it out then".

    He stood up and undid his belt and unfastened his
button. I reached up for a feel. He pushed my hand away
and unzipped them and allowed them to fall to the floor.
He sat back down and tuned his head to the computer
screen. His right hand reached for the mouse as he
clicked away bringing up more images of naked girls onto
the screen. I looked up at him and then down at his hard
cock. I wrapped my hand around it and licked the head
with my tongue. I removed my hand and slowly began to
take more of his cock into my mouth. His left hand which
had been hanging down at the side of him went to the back
of my head pushing down on his dick. I closed my eyes as
I began to slide my mouth up and down his engorged
member.

   "Yeah, suck that dick", he groaned.

    My mouth began to pick up speed as I alternated
between long and short strokes. Some taking the whole of
his cock into my mouth. I felt it in my throat and his
pubes tickled my nose. Then some short strokes as I
licked the head of his cock and I gradually brought him
towards orgasm.

   I was really into it now. I opened my eyes and looked
up at him he eyes were fixed on the screen. At that
moment the recognizable sound of mobile ring tone filled
the room. I half missed a stroke but was to into what I
was doing to let it interrupt my enjoyment.

   "Do you want to answer it", he asked, I think he was
hoping I would say no. He must have been getting pleasure
from what I was doing from the little moans he had been
letting out.

   "No", I grunted as I didn't take my mouth off his
cock.

   A couple of minutes later and his groans were getting
louder and longer. His cock was real hard now and I knew
he was pretty close. My hand was gently toying with balls
which had become tight in his scrotum. My mouth was now
sticking to short strokes and my tongue darted over the
head of his cock. Faster and faster my mouth moved up and
down until I felt his cock let out a twitch. Seconds
later the first of several spurts of hot jism rose up his
shaft and hit the roof of my mouth. I tried to take it
all but felt some escaping out of the sides of my mouth
and onto my cheek. His hand was still holding my head in
place.

    "That was awesome", he gasped, struggling to regain
his composure.

    "Thanks", I said as I stood up grabbing a tissue from
a box and using it to wipe my mouth clean.

    "Mr. Hilton's phoned you", he said, as I turned he
had my mobile in his hand as he looked at the missed
call.

    "Give it here", I said angrily, as I snatched it from
him.

   I threw it on my bed thinking I would call him back
after Pete had gone. Pete was pulling his jeans up and he
knew he would soon be gone. He never stopped long after
he had shot his load.

   Then I had an idea. I quickly reached for the phone
and dialled the missed call.

    "Could I speak to Mr. Hilton please", I asked.

    "Speaking", came the deep voice from the other end.

    "Hi. It's Andy here. You just called me. Does Alan
want me to come and suck him off", I replied, glancing at
Pete. Who was looking at me intrigued.

    "What you two get up is none of my business", replied
Mr. Hilton, "All I wanted to know was that have you got
an email address. So I can send you details instead of
keep having to phone you".

   "Yes, sorry", I said as I gave my email.

   "Thank you", he said as he ended the call.

   "Who was that", asked Pete.

    "That's Mr. Hilton. He's my contact with Alan Smith.
When he wants to meet me he gets him to call me. It's too
risky him phoning me direct", I told him.

   "Oh right", said Pete puzzled, half not believing me.

   "I have to go now", he said, "See you soon".

    I heard him walk down the stairs and out the front
door closing it behind him.

    I lay on my bed and started to play with myself.
Within a minute I was furiously wanking away as first I
thought about Pete, then Alan, then Wayne, then the two
fit lads in McDonalds. Moments later I splattered my
chest with cum. I lay there trying to work out who I
would most like to have sex with but it was too difficult
a choice and decided there was nothing wrong with
fantasising about all of them".

   "You have email", came the sound of my AOL from the
computer.

    I got off my bed to read it.

    The e-mail said I had to call in the office to pick
up some documents. It said I was booked on a train to
leave Manchester Piccadilly at 10.20 a.m. on Friday and I
had to follow the instructions with them.
   The thought that I could be shagging Wayne and Alan
all weekend caused my prick to stiffen. I looked at my
watch my Mum would be home from work to make the tea in
about half an hour.

   I closed my eyes. Instinctively my hand slipped to
down and started playing with my balls. I thought about
me and Wayne sixty-nineing and I started pulling on my
cock. I was a horny nineteen year old. I could not help
it if my cock went hard it was nature's way of telling me
that my balls were producing too much spunk and they had
to be drained so there was room for the next batch. My
hand was moving faster and faster along my shaft as I
imagined me and Wayne sucking each other off. I shot my
load over my chest and was just about to reach for the
tissue I had already used to clean up from my first load,
when I heard my mum coming up the stairs. I had been so
into my wank that I had not heard her come into the
house.

   "Hello, you home dear", she called out.

    I quickly pulled up my trackies and pulled on a tee
shirt. Rubbing my chest I felt the tee shirt stick to my
spunked up chest.

    "Yes mum, I am in my room", I replied.

    I opened the door just as she was about to enter it.

    "How long have been in", she asked.

   "Just got in five minutes ago. Thought I'd have a
quick change", I said. Giving her a quick peck on the
cheek.

   "Well don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the
laundry basket", she said, pointing her finger at me.

    "Imgoing to get tea ready now. Lasagne Ok", she
announced, telling me rather than asking. As she walked
back down the stairs.

   "Yer fine", I responded.

   "Oh mum", I called out after her, "Me and Pete and
some of the lads were thinking of going to Blackpool at
the weekend. Might stop over".

  "Oh that will be nice", she said, reservedly, "As long
as you behave yourselves"

   I quickly phoned Pete and asked him to cover for me.
He agreed.

   "Where you going", he asked.

   "Can't tell you right now. Next week maybe", I replied
thanking him.

   "You shagging some bloke", he enquired.

   "At least one", I laughed as I ended the call.
    Thursday I spent relaxing in the house. Never went
out. I tossed off a couple of times when I got bored with
the television.

   I was up at about 7 on Friday. I had already packed my
overnight bag on Thursday so I had a quick shower. I
wanted to get to Mr. Hilton's for nine so I would have
plenty of time to get to the station.

   About 8 I told my parents I was going to work and that
I was meeting the lads after work and going straight to
Blackpool.

   I got the number 82 bus into Manchester and walked to
the office. It was only just nine. I walked in and spoke
to the young receptionist.

   "Can I see Mr. Hilton please. I have something to
collect from him", I asked.

   "He is not here yet. He should be in any minute", she
smiled adding, "Do you want a cup of coffee".

   "No thanks", I said.

   As I waited she kept looking up from her desk and
smiling at me. I smiled back. I knew that most of my
mates would want to fuck her, but as good looking as she
was my cock wouldn't react.

  Isat there thinking about what plans had been made for
me. I looked up at the clock it was almost quarter past.
I hoped he would not be long I did not want to miss my
train.

   "I don't know what's keeping him", she said.

   No sooner had she spoken when he walked through the
door.

   "Sorry I'm late", he spoke to her, "Any messages"

   she nodded in my direction as he had not noticed me.

   "Oh Andrew come straight through", he said, walking
into his office.

   I walked in.

   "Close the door", he said.

   I turned and closed it and walked towards his desk. He
reached in and pulled a large manila envelope out. He
took some items out. He announced what there were as he
threw them on his desk.

   "Train ticket, Match ticket, Hotel confirmation", he
said.

   He handed me a letter. I read the instructions. He
placed the items back in the envelope and handed it to
me.
   "And this", he said, handing me five ten pound notes.

   "Expenses", he added,

   "You have an hour to get to the station", he said,
looking at his watch.

   "Thank you", I replied, stuffing the notes in my
wallet. I was going to call at the bank on my way. I'd
not need to now.

   I wandered slowly to the station it only took half an
hour. I found my platform but the train was not in yet. I
hoped it would be on time. The journey would take about
five hours. I could walk faster I thought. Typical of
British Railways.

   The train pulled in not long after and soon the
passengers were boarding. There was only three others in
my carriage. A middle aged man who was working on his
laptop and a woman and a young child. The train left on
time but after an hour I got bored and went for a walk
round. There was nothing much to see so I went back to my
original seat. I wished I had bought a newspaper.

   "Why did all the papers have photos of girls on page
three", I thought to myself, "It was not fair they should
have some fit blokes in for the woman and lads like me".

   I looked out of the window but the scenery never
seemed to change. Eventually after what seemed a lifetime
we arrived in Portsmouth.

   I walked through the streets and read the directions
to the hotel I was stopping in from the instruction sheet
with my tickets. It was not far from the station. So I
called in KFC and had a chicken burger and fries. Makes a
change from McDonalds I thought.

   I decided to make my way to the hotel. I walked in and
saw a grumpy middle-aged man at the desk.

   "What can I do for you son", he said in a tone of
voice that made me feel he did not think I should be
there.

   "I have a reservation", I said, handing him the note.

   Without speaking he called a young lad over.

   "Take this gentleman to room 603", he said nodding at
me as though I was a piece of shit.

   "Do you have any luggage, sir", he asked looking down
at me.

   "Just this bag", I said, pointing to what I was
holding.

   "No suitcases, Carl", he said to the bellboy, "Just
the school bag", as he handed me the cardkey.

    I wanted to tell him my money was as good as anyone.
When I realised it was not me who had paid for the room.
So I kept my mouth shut.

   "Oh and sir", he called after me, "The hotel has a
policy of no overnight guests in the room. No girls", he
said a false smile beaming across his face.

   I followed the lad to lift. He was pretty fit and I
would not have minded getting his uniform off.

   "This way please", he said as we exited the lift.

   He took the cardkey from me and swiped it at the door.
He pushed it open.

   I followed him in. He pointed out the bathroom.

    As he was leaving he said, "If there is anything you
need do not hesitate to contact reception".

   "Thank you", I said thinking, "You can get that cock
out right now so I can give it a good sucking".

   After he had left I lay on the bed. I groped myself
and reached for the instructions just to read them again.
It told me to wait in my room for someone to contact me
and if I saw anyone in the hotel that I recognised I was
not to let on. I was allowed to leave the room but I had
to wait in the room for further instructions from 6 p.m.

    It was now 5 p.m. I thought about going for a pint
but was not sure. So I got undressed and had a shower.
After drying myself I put on a pair of the new undies I
had bought and stretched out on the bed. I put the telly
on. Neighbours had just started so I watched that. At 6
p.m. the news came on. I wondered how long it would be
before, before what, I did not know what was going to
happen. I did not have to wait long. At ten past six
there was a knock on my door. I got up to answer.

   I opened the door slightly and peered outside. It was
Alan. He pushed the door open and walked in quickly
closing the door behind him.

   "Fuck yer", he said, grabbing me through my undies,
"Nice fit boy with big cock. One who knows how to suck"

   "Give me a kiss please Alan", I said bringing my lips
towards his.

   He planted his lips on mine and quickly kissed me.

   "I have not got long the others will miss me. Give us
a quick blowjob", he said as his hand pushed down on my
shoulder.

   I dropped to my knees as he leaned back against the
door. He slid his shorts and undies down and my lips
immediately wrapped round his already stiff prick. I
began to move up and down his shaft.

   "Faster babe", he moaned, " need to shoot".

    His hand went to the back of my head and he began to
fuck my face. I gagged a little but we were soon in
perfect rhythm.

    He pressed his lips tightly together so as not to
scream out. In less than two minutes he was shooting his
load into my throat. I managed to swallow most of it. But
a little crept out. At least I had my favourite taste in
my mouth.

   "Thanks", he said as he quickly pulled up his shorts,
"Needed that".

   "Don't go out", he said," I will be in touch later".

   "Order something from room service if you want", he
said, "Just don't go overboard. The bill will be
settled".

   He was gone.

   I sat down my boner tenting in my shorts. I reached
for the menu. I had been to KFC and was not that hungry,
but I could do with a pint. I looked on list it was
expensive. I ordered a couple of Budweisers at three
pound eighty each I thought that would be enough.

  A few minutes later I heard a noise in the corridor. I
pressed my ear close to the door. It was two lads
speaking.

   "That fit lad's in there. They must be for him. You
take them in and let me know what you think. I will take
the pizza down here", I heard one of them same.

   A moment later there was a knock at the door. I
hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

   "Room service", the lad said, glancing down at my
obvious arousal.

   He was about my age with dark hair and nice blue eyes.
He hadn't had a shave today by the look of his face. He
wasn't quite as fit as the lad who I had met earlier but
I still wouldn't have minded getting him on my bed.

   I gave him a pound coin and he said thank you.

   As he left the room he licked his lips and took
another glance at my cock which was at full mast in my
underwear.
   The first bottle I gulped down quickly but took my
time with the second. I was flicking through the
television channels but there was not much on. I watched
a double bill of The Simpsons. It was now 8 p.m. I
wondered when Alan was going to get in touch. Maybe he
couldn't. My balls were aching to be drained but I didn't
want to wank off in case I was going to have some hot sex
with Alan or Wayne or both of them.

   It was nearly 9 p.m. when the phone rang.

   "Hello", I answered.

   "Hi", Alan said in a whisper, "Come down to 413 and
make sure you are not seen. If anyone is in the corridor
walk past and leave it a few minutes".

   "Ok", I replied.

   "See you in a mo", he said, "Hope you're horny".

To be continued.