Bradley Stoke

Michael was wearing only a pair of white briefs which bulged at the front in a way that, had I been a virgin to gay sex, I'd have found very intimidating. I thought, "You ain't doing yourself any favours there, mate..." I had to admit, though, that apart from that - admittedly fairly prominent - shortcoming, Michael looked very appealing. I knew he played squash and worked out at the company gym twice a week, and it certainly showed. He wasn't what you might call classically athletic, but his chest was firm and well-developed and his forearms and thighs were thick and muscular. For a guy in his early thirties, which I'd guess his age to be, he was extremely well-toned.

I was thinking, "Well, if Wesley passes you up on your offer, I'll step in, mate..." I didn't want the London job, but the rest of the deal looked very attractive.

Wesley was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and a sports shirt. He was thin and looked as if what was underneath might be quite pleasant on the eye. The jogging bottoms flashed occasional hints of the fact there might be a not insubstantial cock swinging around inside them and the back of them revealed the round bulges of an arse which was, as Michael had already observed, eminently fuckable.

Michael broke the silence by saying, "You're not going to sleep in those, are you?"

Wesley chuckled. "Why not? I usually do..."

Michael moved closer to him, looking him up and down as if checking out what he was wearing for the first time. He laughed, "Well, for a start it's too warm in here to be wearing all those... and secondly you're with the big boys now... you're expected to get into line with us..."

Wesley laughed. "'Big boys'? And what do 'big boys' wear for bed?"

I noticed he moved closer to Michael, looking at his underwear intently.

Michael smiled. "What you see, mate... maybe you should follow suit..."

Wesley laughed again. Then he said, adopting a girlish voice, "Maybe I'd be too shy..."

Michael lunged at him, almost knocking over some of the boxes of sales leaflets Wesley had brought up with him, and grabbed his jogging bottoms. He laughed, "I'll help you then, Wesley... you can't sleep in those..."

Wesley giggled, "Hey... get off!" And he pulled away from Michael.

Michael kept chuckling, knowing that Wesley was enjoying the attention if nothing else, and backed off a little. Then he suggested, "I tell you what, to help you overcome your shyness... I'll undress if you will..."

Wesley tittered, "You haven't exactly got a lot to take off..."

Michael shrugged. "Exactly... all the more reason for you to agree..."

Wesley laughed again. Now he tried a different stalling tactic: "We should be more considerate... Ollie's trying to get to sleep..."

Michael turned to me, saying, "You don't mind, do you mate?"

I smiled over at them. "Not at all. It's kind of like a bedtime story. Except I think I can pretty much work out how this one's going to end..."

Michael laughed and turned back to Wesley.

He said, "Come on, then, let's see you overcome your shyness." He pulled Wesley's jogging bottoms down to the tops of his thighs, revealing a fairly small, limp cock and low-hanging balls. Evidently, the lad was not enjoying this on a sexual level.

Wesley laughed and said, "Okay, then, you too..." And he yanked down Michael's briefs, releasing a semi-hard cock which must have been about six inches long.

Wesley looked at it with mild fascination and muttered, "Jesus, mate... if I had a dick like that, I wouldn't ever be shy again...!"

Michael suggested: "It gets even bigger if you play with it..."

Wesley looked over at me and I smiled encouragingly. He faltered for a few seconds and then got to work on Michael's cock, gently stroking it and then, as he developed in confidence, masturbating it more deliberately.

Michael closed his eyes and sighed, his cock slowly lengthening and thickening as the younger man manipulated it in his fist. Soon it was about eight inches long and curving upwards expectantly and insistently.

Wesley stared at it, watching as the cock in his hand gradually achieved its full, magnificent, size. His eyes, although displaying an interest in what was happening in front of them, were cold and removed and spoke only two words: "London Job."

Michael said, perhaps trying to encourage Wesley to become aroused himself, "Relax, mate... like I said before, it's just a bit of fun..."

But Wesley's cock remained steadfastly insignificant between his legs; three or four inches long and dangling down over the top of his loose scrotum.

I watched Wesley wanking Michael, thinking, "Michael's not going to settle for this... he's going to want a lot more than this...", when Michael said, "It gets even bigger if you suck it..."

Wesley swallowed and just kept masturbating it. After a few seconds, he said, "Do you think I should?"

I almost laughed at that. Like Michael was going to say, "Well, actually, no, come to think of it..."

Michael nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah... go for it... see if you like it..."

Wesley's face betrayed the fact he didn't want to do this. Or, to be more precise, how disgusted he was by the prospect of doing this.

I was thinking, "It's a nice, big cock, Wesley mate. You couldn't ask for a better one on your first go..."

But Wesley didn't look at all happy about it. I almost thought he was going to put things to an end there and then and say, "Look, Michael, if this is what it takes - well - you can fuck the job in London..."

I'd have thought a lot more of him if he had.

But he didn't. He got down on his knees in front of Michael and took that huge, engorged organ into his mouth. He sucked on it like a baby on a bottle of milk. Just slurping away at the end of it, as though he was sucking an ice-cream.

Michael pulled out, laughing a little uncomfortably, and said, "Hey, Wesley, mate... haven't you ever had your dick sucked... you don't do it like that, mate..."

Wesley looked up at him, obviously deeply embarrassed by his blunder. "Oh...?"

"Yeah... you move your mouth in and out... you pretend your mouth is a pussy... lick it and kiss it... play with it inside your mouth and stuff... don't treat it like a lollipop..."

Michael laughed but Wesley just turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.

I almost laughed myself. I was thinking, "You thought you'd just pull his pud a few times and he'd cum and you'd be in London by this time next week... it ain't so easy, mate, is it?"

Wesley said, "Okay, okay... I just never did it before..."

Michael chuckled. "Yeah... I kind of realised that..."

Wesley tried, offering a wan smile, "It's pretty cool that you're with a virgin, though, isn't it? I mean a virgin as far as this kind of stuff is concerned..."

Michael smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess... but just go easy with the teeth, okay?"

Wesley flashed an apologetic grin, his cheeks going red again. "Yeah, okay. That was an accident..."

He opened his mouth widely and took the top three or four inches of Michael's cock into his mouth. Then he started moving back and forth, pumping the cock with his lips.

Michael sighed and held the back of Wesley's head, trying to encourage the lad to take more of his cock on each thrust. His arse cheeks started flexing and hips began bucking as he started fucking the younger man's face.

He gasped, "That's more like it... that's pretty nice..."

Wesley grunted and pulled away. He said, after swallowing what I assume was a mouthful of precum from the end of Michael's cock, "Let me know if you're gonna cum..."

Michael chuckled. "You're not that good, mate. You've a lot to learn before you can make me cum with your mouth..."

Wesley flushed again and glanced over at me. I smiled pleasantly at him which obviously added to his discomfort.

Michael added, "And anyway, I want to find out how fuckable your arse really is..."

Wesley looked up at him, unable to conceal the horror on his face.

I almost laughed. Did he really expect that he could settle for just a wank and a suck, after everything Michael had said? I hoped, for his sake, that he'd packed a few tubes of lube.

Wesley said, "We don't have go that far, do we?"

Michael laughed. "I thought you said you were versatile..."

Wesley stammered, "Yeah, but..."

"...and that you were going to demonstrate exactly how..."

Wesley looked terrified.

Michael rubbed his hair affectionately and said, more gently, "Come on, mate, it's not that bad... have you ever fucked your girlfriend's arse?"

Wesley shook his head. I'd kind of expected that response.

Michael continued, soothingly, "Well if you had, you'd know that it isn't too painful for her. And it won't be too painful for you."

Wesley's expression softened only slightly.

Michael went on, more brightly, "And if it is, tell me and I'll stop. It's as simple as that..."

Wesley considered the prospect for a few seconds and then asked, "Look... do we have to... I mean, do that?"

Michael shrugged. "No. Of course not. But I would really like it."

Wesley nodded slowly. There was no way out, really. If he said no at this stage all of his previous efforts would have been pretty much wasted. He'd be leaving Michael disappointed. Not a good career move.

Wesley asked, "Okay... but you'll be gentle, won't you?"

Michael smiled. "Actually, I like it rough with guys. I like to fuck their brains out - dunno why. I'm always a bit of a softie with women. Funny that."

Wesley's face did not suggest that he found it at all funny.