English Lads

by Adam Carpenter

  As he came to Westminster Bridge, he was able to fully absorb where he was—the sense of history from the gilt-edge spires of the Houses of Parliament to the futuristic London Eye. To ride up 500 feet and get a bird’s-eye view of the entire city would be remarkable, but he’d have to return and wait on line like everyone else. For now, Jake amused himself by watching the busy activity swirling around him. Tourists and Londoners alike walked or biked across the bridge, while giant tour buses guided throngs of feet-weary visitors to and fro the various sights. Jake leaned against the wall, catching the strong rays of the sun, enjoying the warmth on his skin. Was a tan in London even possible?

  “You posing, catching rays, or trying to get picked-up?”

  Jake opened his eyes and found Nevil standing before him.

  “What do you think?”

  “In those skimpy clothes? I’d say a pick-up.”

  Shit, he knew he should have gone back to Putney. Nevil himself was wearing jeans and blue chambray shirt, rolled up at the sleeves.

  “You’re early,” Jake said,

  “Yeah, a bad habit of mine. I tend to be fashionably early.”

  “Is there such a thing?’

  “Yeah, you’re right, sounds bad, needy,” Nevil said, “Actually, I just got off the tube and I was thinking of just grabbing a pint somewhere, but then I saw that you were already here. So, want to join me for a drink?”

  “Sure, why not? You know a pub around here? Doesn’t look like much is around.”

  “Trust me, in London there’s always a pub nearby. Come on, follow me.”

  The two new friends wound their way around the complex series of streets, bypassing a huge busload of tourists. Jake heard one pudgy, clueless woman ask the guard on duty outside the gated entrance of the government offices, “What’s this building?” He’d answered politely that she was looking at the Houses of Parliament.

  “God, can you be any more clueless?” Nevil asked.

  Jake had to admit he had a point. If you’re going to London, at least do some research.

  At last, they crossed Victoria, where they found a nice pub called the Westminster Arms along Storey’s Gate, with a couple of tables and chairs positioned in front of the narrow, brick façade. Nevil popped in for a couple of Fuller’s Pride, settled down opposite Jake. The ancient spires of Westminster Abbey jutted upwards in the distance, offering up a picturesque view. The sun continued to beam down on them, Jake again embracing the warmth.

  “If you wanted to get a good tan, why not pick the Riviera for your trip?”

  “Oh, I’m no beach bum, it’s just…well, I didn’t expect such nice weather.”

  “It happens. It’s going to be a great night. My friend’s have access to their roof, so the party should be really fun.”

  “Sounds great,” Jake said.

  “Thanks for coming along,” Nevil said.

  “Thanks for the invite.”

  They toasted their glasses and drank. As Jake set his glass down, he felt Nevil’s hand on his. He gazed over at his new friend, wondering suddenly just how much further Nevil wanted this friendship to go. Jake was here to fall in love, or at least that’s what he hoped, but was he going to resort to his slutty ways and screw the first man who made himself available to him? Nevil was cute, but slight and bony. Not exactly Jake’s type. Jake realized he must have given off a slight chill, since Nevil pulled his hand away.

  “Sorry. You’re kind of hot, Jake, couldn’t resist. Especially in those shorts—you’ve got great legs, nice and hairy. It’s been awhile since I’ve met a nice guy. My last boyfriend…was…well, stable is not a word that comes to mind. And hey, it’s my birthday, right?”

  “Oh right, Happy Birthday, Nevil.,” Jake said. “And actually, speaking of my shorts…I was thinking of changing before the party. Do you know where I might pick up a pair of jeans or something…you know, I don’t want to meet your friends and not look the part.”

  Nevil laughed. “Ha, knowing my friends, you’re already over-dressed.”

  Jake drank from his beer, trying to hide his expression. Just what kind of party was he going to?

  * * *

  Three hours later, the sun had gone for the day and a warm darkness was settling over the city. Nevil Masters’ birthday party was in full swing, the upstairs apartment in Soho crowded with a hoard of young men, most of them seemingly gay and all dancing. Was that really the Pet Shop Boys emanating from an iPod? People still listened to them? A few women peppered the group along with some straight guy who nervously shifted from foot to foot. Jake himself felt comfortable enough, and indeed his shorts and T-shirt were near-about the uniform, except for when the drinks began to have their desired effect and some of the more adventurous men stripped off their shirts. By 10:00, there was more skin on display than clothing.

  Jake and Nevil had arrived just before 8:00, all indications pointing toward the fact that some of the guests had begun imbibing sometime around 5:00. But as Nevil introduced Jake around, he was welcomed with handshakes and hugs, as well as a few suggestive come-ons, Nevil taking hold of Jake’s hand each time one of his so-called friends tried to usurp his so-called date. Jake, mellowed from the two pints he’d shared with Nevil earlier, just went with the flow. Now, as Nevil was claimed by a couple friends who insisted he do some kind of shot, Jake made his way over to the window. Looking down from the eighth floor window, he saw the busy activity of Old Compton Street below. Men were everywhere, holding hands, kissing, touching…

  “It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?”

  The voice prickled at Jake’s neck, sending waves of desire through him. Such a silky sound, like a caress against his body. Jake turned around to find himself looking into the liquid ocean blue eyes of the man he’d met briefly the other night. The hot guy, the mysterious guy who’d disappeared faster than he’d appeared, the one with the hairy arms and tight package. In other words, the elusive and sexy Hunter Abbott.

  “Oh, uh, hey,” was all Jake could produce.

  “Jake, right?”

  He was amazed the guy remembered his name.

  “Yes, and you’re Hunter.”

  “Good memory,” he said, his smile lighting up the room. It was crooked. It was devilish. Which meant it was perfect. Shit, calm down Jake, you’re the guest of the guest of honor, and based on the way Nevil had been acting all night, you were probably expected to be his passionate companion a bit later. Yet here was a man hot enough to sizzle on the sidewalk in winter, and Jake was close enough to feel the burn. He felt weak in the knees, made only worse when Hunter leaned beside him, his arm pressing against Jake’s shoulder.

  “I’ve been all over Europe, seen all the gay capitals. Nothing like London.”

  “They do look happy,” Jake agreed.

  “They’re also drunk. But hey, it’s Friday night, why not?”

  Jake noticed that Hunter did not have a drink. Was he passing judgment on the scene beneath them? Maybe he wasn’t a drinker. Maybe he liked to maintain control. What a shame that would be, Jake would love to see this man freed of his inhibitions—assuming he had any. Hunter Abbott seemed about the most free-spirited, laid-back man Jake had ever met. Even having only spent a total of five minutes with the guy, Jake knew that Hunter lived life on his own terms. Which only made him sexier. Jake noticed that he was dressed in the coolest style of jeans and a black button-down shirt. Two buttons were undone, exposing a healthy crop of dark brown hair. Which only made Hunter the sexiest guy in the room. God, Jake wanted this guy bad. How could he ditch Nevil and let Hunter know his intentions?

  “So, Jake, sorry, but I’ve got to run. Just came by to wish Nevil a happy one.”

  “Wait, you’re leaving?”

  “Life calls, you know?” Hunter said, his mysterious manner living up to his billing. And without further explanation, he slipped into a group of six young guys who swarmed him likes bees.

  As Jake crossed the room for a fresh beer, he noticed the six men go giggling
down the back hallway, toward the bedroom. Hunter was not with them, he’d somehow slipped away. Shirts started flying off, leaving a trail of bright cottony colors behind them. Jake could only imagine what the six of them were about to do. Talk about slutty. Is that what this party was devolving into? One big gay orgy? Suddenly Jake was feeling every bit of his late 30s and decided it was probably best to make his excuses too, thank Nevil for a fine time and then head on out. Who knows, maybe he’d run into Hunter again…

  He had no idea where Nevil had gone. He didn’t appear to be anywhere in the apartment, and that’s when Jake remembered half the party was on the rooftop. He made his way out of the apartment, following a short flight of stairs that led to the roof. Once there, he emerged into the starry night and felt a slight chill. The temperature had dropped, a change in the weather was coming. Now he wished he’d worn other clothes for nothing more than warmth. He was about to return back downstairs when he spotted Nevil coming toward him. His eyes were a bit glassy, whether from too much drink or maybe he’d taken some kind of drug. Jake couldn’t be sure. But he was coming straight for Jake and didn’t appear to be ready, willing or able to stop. In fact, he pressed his body tight against Jake and pressed his lips to his. A wandering hand cupped his ass.

  “Meet me downstairs. Bedroom on the left. I need you to fuck me.”

  Another kiss happened, and then Nevil made a fast exit. Jake spun around, words dying on his pursed lips as he considered what had just happened. A few guys in the corner of the rooftop were watching, laughing, taking another shot. All of them eyeing Jake. As though they knew just what Nevil had said to him and they were waiting to find out if Jake was going to go through with it. Shit, now what? Could he actually go through with it? The idea of sex was not unappealing He was a little tipsy himself and he always got horny when he reached a certain level of drunkenness.

  As Jake turned to leave the rooftop, he saw two guys on a bench, their bodies entwined, mouths passionately kissing. Jake’s cock betrayed his common sense, and all of sudden he knew he would go through with Nevil’s request. What was the harm? A fun roll in the hay to launch his London vacation. It’s not like he was going to end up dating Nevil all summer, and they certainly weren’t going to fall in love, move to the States and get married. It was just one night, a birthday present.

  Jake downed the rest of his beer and made his way back downstairs, where he found the bathroom empty. He closed the door, peed a steady stream while his cock thickened with the excitement of a good fuck. He looked at himself in the mirror and knew that he would hate himself in the morning. Then he stuffed himself inside his shorts, waiting a moment for his erection to go down, not caring to show off the bulge in his pants to any of the horny boys who might be hovering nearby. He splashed water on his face, then opened the door and steeled himself for a quick fuck. Then he could leave.

  Jake made his way down the hallway, briefly pausing to look back. No one was paying any attention to the fact that he was sneaking off. Those still gathered in the living room were drinking, partying, dancing to music played so loud Jake was surprised the neighbors hadn’t complained. But Jake couldn’t concern himself with such details. He was expected in the far bedroom. And so he continued down, finally coming to not one but two doors. Hell, Nevil had told him the door on the left, right? Or the right? He couldn’t be sure, but if one was wrong, obviously the other would be the correct door.

  He opted for the door to the left. Turning the knob, he opened the door and immediately realized his mistake. The room was occupied—nearly filled. What Jake saw was the six men from earlier, all of them now naked, contorted in various positions. None of them paid him any mind, so busy were they with their sexual shenanigans. Jake remembered this gang hanging out together at the party, laughing and drinking, smoking pot. No doubt getting a good buzz on before they indulged their orgiastic frenzy. They were all skinny, hairless, like a meeting of the Twink Society had been called. Thin penises with barely any pubes enveloping them were being sucked or were thrusting hard against tight little ass. Groans, moans, urgent pleas for more, stop, don’t, yes, bounced off the walls. As fast as he could, Jake closed the door but he supposed not soon enough. His eyes made contact with one of the guys—he might have been thrusting his cock deep inside his partner’s ass, but when he saw Jake standing in the doorway, he leered at him, tongue wiping his own lips. The message was clear: come inside, then come inside me.

  Jake closed the door and quickly made his way to the other door. He could still hear the grunting exclamations coming from the room he’d just exited along with one loud climax. One of the twinks hadn’t been able to hold off. Despite the fact those boys weren’t his type, his cock couldn’t help but get hard again.

  This time he knocked on the door on the right. “Nevil?”

  “Yeah, get in here, fast.”

  Jake entered a darkened room, shadows lit only by moonlight. His eyes took a moment to adjust but when they did, he saw that Nevil was completely naked on the bed, lying on his back, fingers of one hand pushing deep into his exposed ass. The other hand was wrapped around the shaft of his cock, which was surprisingly large.

  “You don’t waste time, do you?”

  “No. And you better not either. Shit, I’ve wanted you since I met you the other night.”

  Nice to be wanted. Desired…

  Jake came forward, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. His nipples had hardened already, tiny nubs sticking out of the light coating of hair on his chest.

  “Yeah, nice, real nice, Jake. Great chest, love that it’s hairy...like your legs, your goatee. Yeah, gonna have me a fine furry fuck tonight, yeah, bring it on. Come on, get naked, join me, do me.” He paused, taking a moment to lick his lips. “Yeah, lick me. Eat me. Fuck me.” He grinned. “In that order.”

  Jake laughed aloud, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet, dark room. His famed ordered life was now given direction, a plan; Jake was the kind of man who responded to orders, especially when it came to sex. In seconds he’d slipped out of his shorts, his hardened cock free, unleashed, jutting upwards. A happy Nevil squirmed on the bed as he caught sight of the thick meat Jake had to offer. He urged his new friend closer, closer still, let me touch it, let me wrap my tongue around that engorged head, his voice low, sexy. Jake edged over, climbing aboard the soft mattress. His knees sank in the folds of the blanket, almost trapping him. Nevil pushed his ass up to meet Jake, whose strong arms took hold of smooth cheeks. He spread Nevil’s legs wide, exposing the pulsing pink entry point. His cock would feed there soon, but right now he dove in, his scratchy goatee scraping against soft skin. Nevil howled with absolute delight.

  “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, deeper…aw, fuck…Jake, give me that fuzzy goatee. Owww…”

  Jake scraped and scratched wildly, leaving Nevil’s bare ass red and raw. With his tongue, he thrust far into the open crack of his tight ass, the tip plying him wider, searching, hungering, thrusting. Nevil let out a powerful scream, nearly shaking the walls. The vocal power caused Jake to pause, wondering if they could be heard, wondering too why he cared. If six guys in the other room could loudly screw each other, surely Jake and Nevil could indulge their passions—one of them the birthday boy, the other his gift.

  By now Jake’s cock was pulsing, dripping a bit of pre-cum. His cock was more excited than he was, hot for the action it was denied on board the airplane with Erich, ready now to plow ahead. He pulled his tongue free of Nevil’s ass, rising up on his knees. His eyes made contact with Nevil’s, which urged him on. Nevil himself helped too, tossing a condom wrapper Jake’s way. While Jake rolled the condom down his thick shaft, Nevil poured a generous amount of lube on his moist ass. He quickly turned over, hands taking hold of the headboard, ass primed for eager entry. Jake positioned his cock right before Nevil’s waiting ass, spreading open his bare cheeks.

  “Yeah, now, give that cock to me, thrust it deep inside me. Hard, fast.”

  Jake, energized by the dirty t
alk, plunged his cock inside with one massive push, grunting with enthusiasm as he plowed deep, deep inside Nevil. Nevil himself bellowed so loudly, Jake thought he might have hurt him and for a moment he hesitated, his eager thrusts brought to a halt.

  “No, no, don’t stop…I want it all, just like you did. Do it again, I want to feel that pain.”

  Jake pulled out, and once again he shoved his hungry cock far inside Nevil. Again he screamed, and mixed with Jake’s primal grunts, the room took on the feel of an animal’s lair, where the beastly motions of sex played out, fast, urgent, hard, fast, dominant, dirty, wanting. Jake’s cock pushed deep into him, the thick bush of pubes scraping against Nevil’s ass, ticking the bare skin. A rush of adrenaline washed over Jake. He pulled out, grabbing hold of Nevil. He tossed him onto his back, lifting his legs high into the air. A panting Nevil urged him on. Jake thrust his hard cock again, again, again, a steady, rhythmic motion which awakened fresh sensations throughout his loins. Heat built, threatening to boil, to overflow. But he wasn’t ready to come, not yet, not now, not with Nevil’s ass still taking each hard thrust with wild, screaming passion.

  “More, more, yeah, Jake, yeah…oh, give me my thick, hard present…”

  Jake felt Nevil’s legs wrap themselves around his ass, felt his tongue on his nipples. Nevil teased the pointy nubs, sucking, sucking. Fingers grabbed at chest hair, nearly pulling it free of it skin. Nevil rubbed the hair raw, grabbing, touching, caressing, leaving Jake’s skin reddened.

  “Fuck yeah, more, harder…more…”