Date: Mon, 08 May 2006 21:41:50 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matt_cardiff@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Confessions of an Interior Designer Part Two

All the legal stuff applys.

These are true stories of my encounters in my 10 year career as an Interior
Designer.

THE CLIENT'S SON Part One

This story dates back from when I was 23, it was about 9 months after my
experience with James.  I was working for a family who had a big house in
Chelsea, London.  They'd just bought the property and were decorating from
top to bottom.  They hadn't moved in yet and were renting a house just round
the corner.  The family was made up of four; mum, who was a lawyer, dad, who
working in the city doing something, and two children.  Abbey was 15 years
old and in school, Ben was 19 and worked for a design company doing graphic
design.

I was working with the whole family on the house as they all, apart from the
dad really, wanted some input into the design.  The children's rooms were to
be design by me working exclusivly with the Abbey and Ben.  Due to the fact
that it was such a big project I started working on the ground floor and
made my way up to the 3rd floor.  The first two floors were living rooms,
the 2nd floor was the parents rooms, bedroom, study, bathroom and the top
floor was the kids.  They had a bedroom and en suite each and shared a third
room which they would use as a kind of living room/study.

Abbey and Ben were really excited about the whole project and spent a lot of
time with me as I worked on the ground floor.  They were both interested in
design and wanted to see the process that I went through as I designed their
house.  As they began to understand what was involved they began to plan
their own rooms more and more and would come to me with some of their ideas.
  I became very close to the whole family and would often stay for meals
after I'd been round to do some work.

One of the jobs of an interior designer is to source the materials for the
rooms, I was still working on the ground floor which had the kitchen, dining
room and formal lounge on when I first went to source some materials.  I
needed to look at kitchens and furniture for the dining room.  Abbey and Ben
were keen to some with me so I arranged to go on a Saturday so that they
could come with me.  On the saturday in question I went to meet them at
their rented out.  When I got their, the mum answered the door and told me
that Abbey had not be well and could not come.  I said that that was a shame
but that she could probably come with me again as I would be doing this
alot.  I asked if Ben still wanted to come and the mum said that he did.
With that Ben came into the room.  Ben was fit, really fit.  I knew that he
spent time down the gym as we'd discussed it a few times and compared gyms
and routines.  He had very short shaved brown hair, brown piercing eyes, a
cheeky smile and great pecs.  His arms were big but not really muscular and
they needed work but for a 19 year old this guy was hot and looked a lot
older.  Today he wore, as he normally did, a tight t-shirt and jeans. He was
perhaps a little arrogant and knew he was hot but you really couldn't blame
him.

Anyway, we left the house and made our way to the different shops and
outlets we were going to visit to find what we needed.  I explained on the
way how sourcing worked and what we needed to find.  We were going to
concerntrate on the kitchen first and then if we had time look at the dining
room.  We chatted all through the day about the design for the house and in
particular his bedroom.  We talked about loads of stuff really as we made
our way from shop to shop.

We grabbed some lunch in a pub I knew close to one of the shops we visited.
We talked some more about the house and what we'd achieved in the morning
and after our food arrived Ben asked me what I was doing that night.  I told
him that I was going out with some friends to a bar.  He asked what bar and
I told him the name.  He said,

"Thats a gay bar isn't it?"

The question of my sexuality had not come up before and I was fairly
straight acting so it wasn't obvious that I was gay but most peole assumed,
mainly because of my job, that I was.  I was however a little surprised at
his question, not because I wasn't expecting it but because the bar was the
other side of London and not widely well known except in the gay community.

"Yeah it is" I said "you ever been?"

This obviously shocked Ben a little and I thought that I been a little too
direct.

"N-n-no" he stuttured, "I've just heard of it"

I could tell that he was embaressed so I moved the subject on to find if he
had any plans.  He said that he was meeting up with his mate Ryan.  I'd met
Ryan once, maybe twice before.  He was Ben's gym buddy and equally fit.  He
was much tinner than Ben, but had good pecs and really nice arms. He had
black gelled hair and wicked smile.

I asked Ben where they were going and he said that he'd probably just hang
round at Ryan's house cos his mum and dad were away and he was staying over.

We finished the sourcing and headed back to the house.  I stayed for a quick
chat with the mum and then headed home to get ready to go out.  I stripped
off and went into my bathroom, turned the shower on and stepped in the water
poured over my toned body.  I started to wash my hair.  My thoughts drifted
and I began to think about Ben.  He was so fit, he had a really good body
and I realised that I actually really fancied him.  It wasn't just that I
thought he was good looking or even drop dead gorgeous, which he was, but I
really liked him.  I'd really enjoyed the day and as we walked from one shop
to another people gave us looks as if they thought we were a cute couple.
Even one of the male assistants in one of the shops (he was gay naturally!)
had made some comment about us being together.

I looked down and my cock was rock hard, aching to be pumped.  As the water
rushed down my chest and bounced off my cock, I grabbed it with my right
hand and began to pump as fast as I could.  I slipped my left hand round to
my arse and slipped my middle finger into my arse.  My body tensed as I
moved my finger in and out of my hole and the slipped my index finger in.  I
was thinking about Ben, wondering what he looked like naked, what he though
about when he wanked off and how often.  I wondered whether he was gay,
whether him and Ryan were gay and whether they'd ever done anything
together.  They must have wanked off together, surely, two fit hunky 19 year
olds.  Maybe they'd sucked each other off, maybe they'd even had some bum
fun.  My body tensed with the thought and my cum shot out of my cock and hit
the tiles in the shower, dribbling down as the water washed my juice away.
I regain my breathing and continued to wash myself clean, but I couldn't
help but think about Ben and I really wanted him.  Really really wanted him.

To be continued...

Any comments welcome to matt_cardiff@hotmail.co.uk