Hitting The Roof

It took more than the week Frazer had suggested following the debacle of John’s attempted pass, before the two spoke again. John hardly dared to breath when after a meeting of housing co-op members, in the converted Methodist Church, Frazer caught up with him.

“You were brilliant Sunshine.”

He called me Sunshine, sighed John to himself. Maybe all will be well between us.

“I don’t know about brilliant”, he replied. “But thanks.”

“How are things then?,” Frazer asked

“Ok..I suppose. Except that I got a bollocking at work.”

As John explained that a few social media images of him dominating and fucking Harmer Wills had been seen by his employers, he almost swooned as he was ushered into Frazer’s home. The sympathetic understanding and slug of wine Frazer gave him warmed every part of John.

“They are going to decide what to do in a few days,” he concluded, accepting another glass of wine.

‘I wish I was good enough to be of service to you; ever and in all ways.’ This, every part of John screamed aloud -Except the one that really mattered,- his voice.

“Are you likely to be sacked,” Frazer asked seeing the pain and worry in front of him.

Frazer stepped forward. Like a scolded cat, John moved backward. Something deep inside told him that he could never serve Frazer: That simply, he would never be good enough.

“I doubt that they will even consider dismissing me. I am very good at my job and they know it,” John stated matter of factly, whilst in his confused and tormented head, all he wanted to do was serve Frazer and did not know how to tell him.

What Frazer said next; what John replied, he did not hear. All he knew was that Frazer was listening to him, grey-blue eyes giving him that trade mark laid back attention which Frazer seemed able to bestow so effortlessly. Frazer’s sweet lips that had made John tingle from the first time they met in the canteen of the Royal Eastamptonshire County Hospital, made him tingle now. A slight dizziness, a tightness in his throat, distracted John’s concentration. He thought he was about to cough, only to hear himself say, “ Fuck me Frazer. Please fuck me.”

He registered the surprise in Frazer’s features and then how they softened into the most beautiful smile John had ever seen.

“Hell, Sunshine, why not. I’d love to” said Frazer gently. The usual, carefully attended stubble adorning John’s face looked particularly inviting for some reason.

“You are so sweet, so beautiful, John.”

John felt the welcoming warmth of Frazer’s breath,- and was betrayed.

“I don’t kiss.” He almost shouted; as surprised as Frazer, by his own words.

At first, Frazer thought he had misheard. “What?” He asked, uncertainly.

“I Don’t kiss,” John repeated again, even more astonished at the second time of saying and hearing the lie.

“But..But, I like you a lot John. I so want us to kiss. I can’t just fuck a guy, without kissing…without some expression of affection. Well I can”, he added, feeling the need to offer a degree of clarification as he gathered his thoughts; “But you are more than a passing hump. We are mates. Good friends I hope. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did at your place, if that’s the problem.”

‘No. No’. That’s not the problem, said the voice in John’s head as it wrestled for command of his mind.

“ Like told you, I don’t kiss. Anyway, I’m not gay,” John heard himself say aloud. “I am definitely NOT a puff like you,” he added, pushing Frazer away.

That did it. The kind, laid back Frazer was gone. Even his sweet lips curled in contempt. John gasped, willing the ground beneath his feet to open and swallow him whole, but it would not.

“Not fucking gay,” Frazer hissed at him in measured fury. “You who asked me to, -what did you call it- ‘hit the roof.’- You who shagged that lawyer in ‘The Queen’s Shilling’ cage and got more ‘likes’ for it on social media than a rent boy on the dilly. Not gay! And you even dare to call me a puff!!  Don’t make me laugh John. Now you can fuck off out of here. At this second John, I cannot say how much I loathe the very sight of you; and believe me, I have not said that about anyone in all my life.”

“Please,” whined John. “You don’t understand.”

“well a big congratulations on that one. At least you have got something right today.”

“I love you Frazer! I want to be your total…”

In his desperation, John managed to retain what shreds of dignity he had and  just stopped himself falling begging to his knees.  Frazer, meanwhile, suddenly gave every appearance of indifference and of being absorbed in the messages on his phone.

“Make me your slave, Frazer.”

The plaintive cry seemed to fill the small living room.

“I have no need of one just now, thanks,” said Frazer casually, anxious to bring the conversation to an end,- despite the hard-on John’s plea was giving him.

“Look,” began Frazer, sounding almost like the kind and friendly man  John thought he knew. “ Since you make such a distinction between how you appear in public and how things might be in private, listen to this: In public I will be as polite and respectful of you as you could wish. You know how much I respect what you do in the housing co-op, so that won’t be difficult anyway. No one will hear,- not from me,- what has happened today. Everything will appear as it was between us before today happened.

“But I never, ever want to see you in private again. If you approach me I will walk away. If you speak to me, I will ignore you. Say so, if you understand.”

“Yes, Frazer,” came the reply, the speaker casting his eyes downwards in a thrill of submission, “I understand.”

“You really should go now.” The words were spoken gently. The touch to John’s hand, the very lightest. The warmth in Frazer’s eyes flickered anew, his lips for a parting moment, sensual in farewell.

In the circumstances of their ending friendship, could John really have expected better he told himself. He made to leave, but fatefully he paused. He could not stop himself.

“Please Frazer; Please Frazer,-Sir; Please fuck me.”

In an instant the humanity of their parting moments was gone forever. The chill that the contempt in Frazer’s eyes sent passing through John’s body, was not a further joy of submission and did not become so until many years hence.

Grabbing John’s arm, Frazer pulled him into the small corridor of his home. He glared at his unwanted visitor.

“That is door,” he said pointing to his left. He physically spun John on his heals. “And there are the stairs. The layout of our homes is exactly the same, so you know where my bedroom is. Go now and be remembered well. Or be fucked first and just remembered. In the limited space available Frazer stood aside, offering what limited extra freedom of movement he could.

“The choice is yours.”

Before making his decision, the Legal Executive in John wanted to make a plea in mitigation. But Frazer, he realized, would not listen. Besides, as he turned wordlessly to the stairs, all the blood in his body was hurtling from John’s brain to his penis.

“Wait” Frazer commanded. “Undress, here, now.”

“Yes Frazer.”

To all his friends who asked, or indeed needed to know, Frazer would honestly say that he was mostly bi-sexual and a bit gay on the side. As much, he now remembered telling John when they first met at ‘The Queen’s Shilling.’ He sort of expected John Poole to swiftly undress and get himself up those stairs pretty quickly. But as he watched John slowly remove each item of clothing like some in-expert stripper, his lust for John was not the uninhibited and always essentially kind and considerate lust Frazer invariably brought to his sexual adventures. Be they with men or women, or couples, even if they had been unsatisfactory encounters, or even downright failures, a thread of kindness and respect was always there, from him.

The naked John now walked slowly up the narrow stairs. He paused, parted his arse cheeks, turned, looked down at Frazer and silently mouthed, “Come and get it then.”

John seemed so utterly fuckable at that moment, very nearly drawing the entranced Frazer as a moth to the flame of his ravish worthy man cunt. Just before he moved to follow John, Frazer managed to recollect himself.

“You go on. I will be with you in just a moment,” responded Frazer, his icy tone only adding to the other’s sense of anticipation.

“Yes Frazer.”

Quickly, Frazer took the paper money he had from his wallet and made a mental note to go to the cash point in the hospital at work, tomorrow. He found a leaf of note paper and wrote.

               You’re just a silly cheap shag!

 

With an elastic band he secured two £10 notes in the folded note paper. At the foot of the stairs lay the pool of John’s clothing. Frazer grabbed the sexy boxers and for a few delightful minutes inhaled the essences of the hotness awaiting upstairs. He found John’s wallet and in it placed the two £10 notes.

There was no denying the figure laying naked on his bed was hot; besides, Frazer had not had better than a wank for days. His eyes feasted on the wanton form.

That form said, “This room is nice.”

Frazer simply laughed in derision as he tore the clothes from his body.  He heard the staring and transfixed John sigh in admiration.

“Not a bad bit of 8 inch tackle for a puff, is it John?”

Before John could reply Frazer was upon him, over him, knelling with John’s head between his strong hairy legs and ramming his manhood down John’s throat.

“If your fucking teeth bite my cock, you’ll be sorry,” growled Frazer, realising very well from his fuckee’s slurping enthusiasm that John was too much of an expert worshipper of  demanding cock to do that.

He could feel John’s hands exploring his arse. The exploration became a daring slap, and another. A finger, then two fingers probed the depth of his hole, almost in rhythm with the way his cock was pounding John’s face: And Jee-sus did it feel good!

The two lost track of time. But at some point, Frazer panting with his exertions and his efforts to hold back from shooting his load, withdrew his manhood from the nerve tingling delights of John’s throat.

“Whew” managed John between gulps of air and the intoxicating smells of Frazer’s aroused masculinity. The digits that had so recently been daringly finger fucking Frazer’s manful arse he know sucked with a genuine show of relish.

He hoped to see a return of friendship and kindness in Frazer’s grey- blue eyes, now looking at him through a dishevelled dark fair fringe with tiny droplets of Frazer sweat falling on to his face. But there was none.

“I want to serve you ever and always,” John whispered, taking up his earlier refrain. “I want to rim you so badly.”

Secretly, Frazer wanted that too. The idea of John eating his arse out in submissive devotion had a definite appeal just now.

“I want! I Want!” repeated Frazer. “Did your mum never teach you that, ‘I want’ never gets? You called me a puff remember? Do you really want that delicate tongue as deep as you can get it into my arse?

John nodded and managed a hopeful grin as well. He was just about to offer the most sincere of apologies for calling Frazer a puff. He was about to say that he did not know what came offer him when he called Frazer a puff.

But Frazer was all over him again. Was there anything more wonderful than being manhandled by Frazer? No John decided, there was not. He was on his back again. Frazer’s hand gripped his throat, making each cock harder than ever. For a blissful moment or two, it seemed that Frazer was about to kiss him. Resolutely, hopefully, he  clung to Frazer Their faces were hardly inches apart and how happy he would have been to be kissed.

Frazer humped and ground the body beneath him, not caring much whose body it was. The friction of his hard, straining cock against another, was all that mattered. John gazed up at him aware that something he had not experienced before might soon happen if their bodies continued to grind. He moaned and whimpered in heated passion beneath Frazer’s grinding power. Closer, closer. At a moment like this, surly Frazer will allow us to kiss?

“I know everything I do turns you on like the straight bitch you foolishly pretend for some reason to be,” panted Frazer. “I resent that fact and every time you remember today. I want you to recall that fact.”

John opened his mouth to protest and as he did so, Frazer spat a  great glob of spit down John’s throat, before biting in prolong anger into to parts of John’s neck.

What began as a scream became even louder noises of shuddering blissful ecstasy, as for a final time Frazer sank his teeth into John’s neck and John shot ropes of cum across their cocks and hips.

‘That’s the first time I’ve ever cum hands free,’ John has about to call out in his happiness. But before he could utter a word, Frazer flipped him over on to his front.

“your straight cum on my cock will do,” he heard Frazer sneer at him.

John knew what was about to happen and even in his exhausted, post climax state, he was quite surprised to feel a series of kisses across his shoulders and down his back to his bottom.

“Thank-you, Frazer,” he sighed.

“Shut your rap!,” was Frazer instant and still angry reply.

“Your arse, is so beautiful and so total fuckworthy,” Frazer continued, in a slightly more gentle voice.

He admired that arse for a little longer, before parting it and sniffed deeply. It sent his head spinning with a need that only taking his former friend with the most minimal consideration possible, would satiate.

“Your cum will be lube enough,” he told John, not hearing or caring what the reply might be.

John writhed in pain, as Frazer’s rampant cock plunged into his hole. Frazer tried not to, but he enjoyed John’s pain as much as he enjoyed plunging into John’s tight arse. As he fucked deep and sometimes withdrew completely before fucking into John’s full depth again, Frazer lamented that if things had turned out differently, he would have hoped that they could have become lovers.

He leaned forward and nibbled John’s earlobe.

John’s  pain at Frazer’s initial penetration of him, began to give way to something more physically and emotionally satisfying.

“ Your arse is lovely. You are a beautiful fuck, Sunshine.”

John almost shed a tear and responded to this renewed endearment with hope and enthusiasm. He began to move so that his arse met Frazer’s thrusts. Each one more urgent than the last. The feel of Frazer’s  natural pubes against his bum, was somehow magical, as Frazer’s thrust became more intense until at last with a long, low moan, he filled John’s arse with hot seed.

Frazer rolled from John’s back panting with satisfaction.

“Thanks for that John,” he said fondly.

All is well again between us thought John, almost bursting with joy. He kissed Frazer’s fringe and moved to his lips.

He almost fell from Frazer’s bed to the floor with the force  suddenly applied against him. The angry, cold, Frazer had not it seemed gone way.   

“I’ve given you what you asked for John. Now sod off. Get out of my house.”

 

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“It is simple really: my colleagues and I feel that you must leave us, John. As I say, the social media pictures of you engaging in public sexual activity, suspended on high in a cage, does nothing but harm to Keyway, Watson and Khan. You know how hard it has been to establish our reputation. We are the kind of solicitors a lot of people in Eastampton need.”

Again, John mumbled some kind of acceptance of what Anaya Khan was saying to him. No rush, no pressure of course; nothing minuted. But he would leave as soon as possible. The clincher came at the end: “We shall of course provide a glowing and richly deserved reference.”

John was not quite as forlorn as he made sure to appear as he worked out his notice. He maintained this outward appearance of regret even after Keyway, Watson and Khan received an actual letter,-not an email it was noted- from Blackstone Chambers. One of the most prestigious  barristers’ chambers beyond London wished to appoint John Poole to the post of Chief Clerk and Practice Manager.

“And you only in your 20’s,” opined Dorothy Liden at John’s leaving do. Being a good hearted soul and gracious loser, Dorothy omitted to mention that she too had applied for the post at Blackstone Chambers.

“I tried to persuade the fossils not to give you the heave ho,” said Lewis Bing in his familiar confidential tones.

“I know sir,” John replied, enjoying the  frisson of deferring to the handsome man, some  well-preserved 20 years his senior. “ I appreciate your kind efforts on my behalf, I really do.”

Lewis Bing, as well as being the son of the long deceased Keyway in the firm’s name, was an adornment, a fixture and fitting, with the leisure and private means to pop into Keyway, Watson and Khan as his agreeable daily schedule permitted. He even did a little Conveyancing and Immigration work, just to keep his skills up to date. Attending functions such as this was in the way of being perquisite of office.

“You certainly know how to work a room,” said Lewis, gently taking John’s arm and leading him into the passageway.

“It’s a public thing sir. I’m good at public facing things, or so people tell me.”

With one hand, Lewis opened an office door, the other he pressed gently on the small of John’s back. An extremely startled Marc Watson looked up to see the two figures.

“What the hell are you doing Lewis?”

“Sorry Marc old thing. I just wanted somewhere quiet, for a moment of private conference with the departing Mr. Poole here.”

“It’s not like you to harass the staff, not like you all Lewis.”

“Well for a start,” replied Lewis with studied calm, “John is no longer an employee; and by harassment I take it you mean sexual harassment. And I am most certainly not doing that.”

The two men just glared at each other, ignoring John, as  an unbidden divide  opened up between them.

‘Hello! Hello, I’m still here,’ John wanted to shout; not that he ever shouted.

But it was Lewis who spoke  next.

“ I Should perhaps leave,” said he, his calm confidential tone restored.

“Then I shall leave too sir, if I may.”

Lewis Bing gently squeezed, John Poole’s hand. ‘If I may’ thought Lewis, savouring John’s words. The brown eyes gazed intently at Lewis for a moment, before lowering, suddenly diffident. Lewis’s cock stirred with desire: Well here I am, thought he, with a good looking young man who is sending out definite signals of some sort. I’d be a fool not to take things as far as they might go.

“It would be as well to take your leave of the party first. After all, this is a party in your honour,” offered Lewis gently. “I will in my car.”

As he turned to leave, it seemed as though Marc Watson might be about to say something to his friend and colleague. But if he were, words failed him.

More than an hour later, John was in the passenger seat of a Mercedes-Benz.

“I wondered if I might invite you to dine at my club”, began Lewis. “I for one admire your work and take a dim view of your being in effect pushed out.”

“Thank-you, Lewis.” John blushed slightly. This was the first time in their 30 month association he had referred to the well-known Solicitor Advocate by his first name.

There was always something appealing about a young man blushing, to Lewis’s mind.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting for so long,” John continued. “But since I will need to be on good terms with Keyway, Watson and Khan, as with all members of The Eastamptonshire Law society, in my new post, I thought it best not to be seen rushing my farewells.”

“Beauty and brains in abundance,” said the older man. “you did exactly the right thing.”

“Thank-you sir,” replied John, diffidently lowering his gaze for a moment.

In the somewhat rarefied comfort of The Easthampton City and County Club, they enjoyed Brown Windsor soup, (“the best you’ll ever taste,” Lewis assured him), followed by oysters and steak and kidney pudding.

Lewis spoke easily, his unfeigned charm not intended for the purposes of commending Lewis Bing to young men; though it sometimes did.

Lewis was a fit and handsome man in his late 40s. When younger, he had gone prematurely grey. That grey had matured 20 and more years on, into a distinguished shade of silver that seemed to enhance the merry green eyes to which John gave what he hoped was not too obvious attention.

For his part, Lewis enjoyed what proved to be John’s gentle humour and a love for  the music of Puccini. As the two men laughed about the current public obsession with a thief  called by the media, the ‘Cat Burglar,’ Lewis allowed himself time to meditate on the physical loveliness of John with his attentive brown eyes, swept back dark brown hair and smiling display of dazzling white teeth that could contribute to the national grid if needs be. And that stubble on his handsome face, never more than 36 hours old, Lewis guessed.

“I hope there might be an opportunity to introduce you to my two sons, I think you would get on well with them,” said Lewis as he signalled for the bill.

Once the waiter was gone, Lewis said in his confidential way. “I will drive you home, John if you wish. But would you think it  presumptuous of me if I were to ask you to my home? I have an exquisite rose garden seen at its best whilst enjoying a summer breakfast.”

“I would love a summer breakfast, with you,” John smiled.

“I am so very glad,” Lewis replied, lifting John’s hand and bringing it briefly to his lips.

To Be Continued.