English Lads

by Adam Carpenter

  “Little clues.”

  “Yes.”

  “He was gone from the house before I woke. Left me a note.”

  Sandy nodded. “Umm. Let me guess, you always have sex in the morning.”

  Jake blushed.

  “Oh, please, Jake, I well know Hunter’s sexual appetite,” Sandy said with a dismissive wave. “It’s voracious. But maybe the fact that the two of you didn’t screw this morning doesn’t mean his interest is waning, it might just be he’s distracted by tonight.”

  “You keep dropping hints about tonight. Obviously you know what’s going down.”

  “Hunter is having company.”

  “Let me guess—Henderson Fellows.”

  “Ah, so you know the name.”

  “Hunter’s mentioned him. He owes him money.”

  “Yes. Yes, he does. But it’s much more complicated than that.”

  “Why? Who is this Henderson Fellows…fellow.”

  Sandy smirked at the word play. “That I’m afraid I am unable to discuss. Suffice to say that tonight…it all comes down to this game.”

  “Game. What game?”

  “A friendly, high-stakes poker game.”

  “Winner takes all?”

  “And loser loses it all,” Sandy said.

  “How many people are playing?”

  “Just two. Hunter and Henderson.”

  “So why does Hunter need me?”

  “You’ll find out.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that.”

  “You shouldn’t, Jake,” Sandy said. “You shouldn’t like anything about what’s about to transpire at Voignier House. Not the game, not what happens after. You’re better off having an alternate plan all your own.” And with that, Sandy leaned forward and planted a kiss on Jake’s surprised lips. Jake’s eyes widened, but it also served to open his mouth to the point where Sandy was able to slip his wet tongue in. The intimate exchange felt odd to begin with, but add to it the fact that these two men had bypassed such intimacy before and instead had gone straight for the fucking had Jake feeling a mix of emotions. He wanted to pull away, but his cock had other ideas, thickening tight against his pants. Sandy began to rub at it, slowly, enticingly, Jake’s erection growing. Jake slid his hand inside Sandy’s shirt, grabbing at the thick whorls on his chest as he unbuttoned the shirt. That thick pelt revealed itself in all its furry glory. Jake stroked his chest while Sandy reached for the zipper of Jake’s pants.

  “Yeah, you like that, I know you do…Hunter told me.”

  The tone was right and his touch was right, but suddenly the words were all wrong. The kiss and the petting and the fueled desire, all felt like a sudden betrayal, especially as the name Hunter reverberated inside Jake’s mind. He pulled back, releasing his hold from Sandy.

  “I can’t,” Jake said.

  “It’s hardly cheating…”

  “It is to me,” Jake said.

  “You’ve already done me. Quite nicely I might add.”

  “Yes, with Hunter’s blessing, his urging.”

  “There’s no sense being that loyal to Hunter. He’ll never return it.”

  “That’s not your problem to deal with, Sandy.”

  “Suit yourself, but you’re being foolish,” Sandy said, rising from the bridge, buttoning up the shirt Jake had undone. “Your brain tells you one thing, but the rest of your body…it wants something else.”

  “I don’t want a one-nighter, I’m tired of them.”

  “Let me clue you in on a little secret, Jake. No matter how many times you sleep with Hunter, they are all first times. They are all one-nighters, as you say, to him. Because each and every time Hunter puts every thick inch of his huge cock inside you, he’ll leave out any part of his heart.” He nodded Jake’s way before starting back toward the woods. Then he turned around for one last warning. “Good luck, Jake. With tonight, but mostly with tomorrow. This is England, you know. The sun doesn’t always rise.”

  * * *

  “Uh, Hunter, I think maybe you forgot an article of clothing in this outfit? At least, I sure hope so.”

  Jake was staring at himself in the floor-length mirror in the master bedroom. He was half-dressed in a pair of black pants, his feet clad in stylish black shoes. In his hand dangled a bowtie, but for the life of him he could not find the shirt that went with such an outfit. He’d already agreed to wear this ridiculous get-up and also to play-act the role Hunter had asked of him, but not without a bit of persuading and reward, both given and promised.

  Hunter emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water still clinging to his thick muscles and body hair. He tossed a smile Jake’s way as he approached from behind. “Here, give me this,” he asked, taking hold of the bow tie. No clip on, it needed to be professionally tied and Hunter handled it with knowing expertise. Soon Jake’s neck resembled a present waiting to be unwrapped, but he still felt naked.

  “Where’s the shirt?”

  “No shirt.”

  “So I’m a shirtless butler?”

  “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”

  “I don’t like it,” Jake said, staring back at himself. Not that he was ashamed of his body. Quite the opposite, he prided himself on his strong pectoral muscles and flat stomach, wished at times his chest was hairier but in this instance, on display rather obviously and to be in front of some stranger who had some weird hold over Hunter, he was glad for the smattering of dark hair that spread across his chest. He was certainly not in the league with Hunter…or Sandy.

  “Trust me, you’ll be fine. One of many distractions of the night.”

  “Hunter, just so I’m not caught unawares, just who is this Henderson Fellows? You’ve been a wreck all day, gone most of the day on some fool’s errands, and while you’ve promised to tell me everything that’s going on so far those promises have fallen by the wayside.”

  “All in good time, my handsome Jeeves,” Hunter said, planting a kiss on Jake’s cheek before disappearing inside the bathroom to finish getting ready for the evening.

  The kiss was manipulative, that’s what Jake thought. It was not Hunter style, he who usually skipped such romantic gestures for full-on fucking. Like the strange exchange from earlier this afternoon when Hunter had first proposed the idea of Jake playing the part of Voignier House’s sexy new butler.

  Jake had returned to the house to find the red Mustang in the driveway. Hunter was busy in the kitchen, putting away supplies he’d purchased. An open bottle of wine was on the counter and Hunter took occasional sips from it. Finally he noticed Jake and smiled devilishly at him. He poured him a glass, Jake accepting it as he settled down at the kitchen table. That’s when he noticed the suit bag hanging on the back of the door.

  “What’s that?”

  Hunter turned. “Oh, that. It’s for you.”

  “Me. You bought me a suit.”

  “Borrowed,” he said.

  “I ran into Sandy. He said you were having a poker game tonight.”

  “I am indeed, and that’s why I need your help.” Hunter paused. “Look, when Sandy came over the other day to discuss business, what he had to tell me regarded Henderson and the money I owe him. He wants his cash, he’s tired of my games, and so I’ve agreed to a meeting. A meeting that comes in the form of a poker game. He’s giving me a chance to get out of debt—but of course he’s arrogant enough to think I’ll lose the shirt off my back, end up owing him more.”

  “And you don’t think you’re arrogant enough to think you’ll win even more money?”

  “It’s not arrogance, Jake. It’s confidence,” Hunter said. He closed the refrigerator door and with cool hands approached Jake. He was slightly sweaty from his errands, his smelly musky and alluring; but still there was this certain coldness to him. Standing before him, Hunter removed his shirt and tossed it aside. For Jake, this was the second furry chest he’d seen in the last two hour, and his cock jumped at the sexy sight. His hand reached out, rubbing Hunter’s crotch
. He saw the bulge grow, build, threaten.

  “So, what is it you want me to do?” Jake asked.

  “As our straight brethren say, I need you to be my wing man,” Hunter said, standing still while allowing Jake to unzip his jeans.

  “Wing man, huh? Why?”

  “Henderson will no doubt have his thug with him.”

  “Junior?”

  “The one and only.”

  “What do you want me to do?” Jake asked. “I can’t exactly beat Junior in a smackdown.”

  Hunter laughed. “No fights. You assignment is easy. Just stay by my side, do as I say.”

  “I like staying by your side,” Jake said, sliding Hunter’s pants down around his ankles. Jake’s fingers slid inside the thin material, began to stroke the growing cock. Just then Hunter lifted Jake off the chair and onto the table. He grabbed at his shirt, ripping it off his body, tongue instantly finding hardened, ripe nipples. He licked, sucked, teased them until Jake cried out from the delicious pain. A grinning, unstoppable, obviously lustful Hunter stripped Jake of the rest of his clothes, then pushed him further onto the table.

  “You sure this can hold us?”

  “One way to find out,” Hunter said, mounting Jake, pushing open his legs.

  “No, no, wait, Hunter, about tonight…”

  “Forget tonight for now. Right now I just need to fuck you. Fuck you so hard.”

  Jake stared at the new lover in his life. Doubt crept into his mind and he hoped somehow his eyes did not betray him, the fact he was having second thoughts about what was about to happen. Sandy’s words from earlier had penetrated deeper than Hunter’s cock ever could, so much so Jake was clenching his ass, fighting the entry of the cock’s big head. Hunter didn’t take that as resistance, he thought of it as a part of the game. He retreated, digging out his jeans pockets a packet of lube and a magnum-sized condom. Spreading the lube, unrolling the condom, he once again climbed atop the table, its legs strong, capable. Just like Hunter, his arms and his cock, the former which he used to pin Jake to the table, the second he used to pierce Jake’s ass.

  “Owww…” Jake cried out in genuine pain.

  But Hunter didn’t stop. He kept pushing, pushing, harder, and Jake tried his best to take all of it, but it hurt like never before, not even the first time. But that first time he’d wanted that raw meat inside him, thrusting inside him, capturing him, enslaving him. Now Jake wanted something more, a connection with Hunter that went far beyond the physical. He wasn’t sure what was holding him back, not after these past couple of weeks when he’d freely, wantonly given himself each and every time Hunter ravaged him. His cock should have been hard, leaking pre cum as the hairy-chested Hunter fucked him hard, hard, harder still. But he was soft, flaccid, and unresponsive. They’d screwed in so many rooms of the house, and now doing it in the kitchen should have been as hot as an oven, but Jake’s heart felt as cold as the freezer.

  Hunter continued to slam his cock inside him.

  Hard.

  Thrust.

  Pound.

  Harder.

  Jake closed his eyes, willing the penetration to be over, his mind unable to wrap itself around the concept of not wanting sex with Hunter. Finally Hunter let out a cry that shook the walls of the kitchen, rattled the dishes. His flailing legs thrust out, knocking over a chair. The sharp crack of wood against the tile floor echoed, startling Jake. He moved, his ass twitching. Hunter thrust once more and then he came with sheer power. Jake could feel the big head growing as each spurt shot forth inside him.

  “Uhhh…uhhh,” Hunter said before collapsing on top of Jake. He was breathing heavily, and Jake could feel that scratch of his chest hair against his skin. Normally he would have come at such a lush touch, but still his cock remained flaccid. What the hell was wrong with him? He knew, if not his mind than his heart. As much as Hunter seemed to enjoy himself just now, Jake wasn’t sure if he knew who he’d been screwing.

  Hunter got up off the table, tossing the used condom into the trash.

  Probably just as well, Jake thought, the sex had meant nothing to him. Why not dispose of the condom so easily. Hunter explained that he needed to finalize his plans and then shower, why not take the suit bag upstairs and try it on? Then, as Hunter was about to leave the room, he came back and planted a passionate kiss on Jake’s mouth. The act surprised Jake so much, and he found himself finally responding to the man’s touch. Maybe he needed to experience something more than the physical. He drew Hunter closer to him, responding to the kiss, returning it with equal, heated fervor. Passion erupted inside Jake’s body, his heart suddenly beating faster. His cock finally sprung to action. He spun around, pushing Hunter against the table’s edge. Pushing him onto the table.

  “Now, Jake…”

  “Shut up, Hunter, just stop talking. You want me to play your wingman or whatever, you got it. I’m there for you. But right now, I’m taking hold of the controls, I’m going to drive the red Mustang. And trust me, I know how to use the stick shift.”

  He reached into Hunter’s discarded pants and retrieved another condom. Once ready, he lifted Hunter’s legs until his furry ass was fully exposed. Then he pushed his cock at its entry, his eyes locked on a surprised, curious, panting Hunter. Then Jake slid inside with one quick motion, earning a sharp cry from Hunter. Be he didn’t care. With his hands wrapped around Hunter’s ankles, he plunged in, deep, as deep as he could, thrusting and pounding and driving his cock like a jackhammer. Hunter finally got into the spirit, wrapping his legs around Jake’s ass. Jake then took his hands and spread them over the dark pelt on Hunter’s chest, the luxurious feel of his thick fur spurred him on further, fucking, fucking, fucking, sweat dripping down his face, his chest, his back.

  “Yeah, Hunter, you like it, you want it, you need to take my cock…”

  Hunter suddenly pulled him in closer, burying Jake’s cock further inside him. His hands scratched at his back, nails digging into tanned flesh. Jake couldn’t stop, he couldn’t climax, he just wanted to keep pounding at him, giving Hunter just what Jake had wanted to do all this time. Then, in a frantic, quick motion, he pulled out, flipped over to where he lay on his back. Hunter rose up, straddled him, sunk his ass down onto Jake’s cock. He rode Jake, rode him hard, his hairy ass giving his hard cock a workout. Hunter’s cock was erect again, big and jutting out over Jake’s flat belly. Jake watched as it throbbed, grew, excited at the idea of finally getting to see it explode all over his chest. He fucked harder, thrusting upwards, felt a rising heat begin to shudder through him. Yeah, he was getting ready to explode, and he knew this climax would be shattering. Like a rocket taking to the sky, he felt the pressure build, build, build in his balls. And then came lift off, with Jake’s cock exploding copious amount of come, spurt after spurt shooting deep inside Hunter. Hunter cried out from Jake’s fucking, and soon his own cock was coming again, again, again, white spurts streaking Jake’s chest.

  They each needed to catch their breath, doing so as they stared at each other.

  “You better be the best butler ever,” Hunter said.

  “Guess we’ll find out,” Jake had said, and if that was to be the truth, that time seemed to finally be upon them.

  Because time had passed, both men had showered, and now Jake was dressed as Hunter wished. A butler, suddenly on duty. The ring of the doorbell announced that the evening had begun. Hunter was still behind closed doors, perfecting his own look for the night. Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, Jake decided he looked more like a Chippendale’s dancer than an English Manor house butler. Not much he could do about that now. The bell rang again. He made his way down the long staircase to welcome their guests to Voignier House.

  The moment of truth had finally arrived.

  Just on the other side of that door was Henderson Fellows.

  Why did Jake feel that the opening of the front door was akin to the time he’d looked inside the canvas bag and discovered all of that hard cash? He’d taken a risk onc
e with Pandora’s box and it had worked to his advantage. Would he be so lucky taking a chance this second time? There was only way to find out, he surmised, and, steeling himself for whatever awaited him, Jake Westbury grabbed hold of the doorknob and turned it. His future faced him, except for him, what his eyes fell upon was the recent past.

  “You…” he began to say, and then his voice failed him.

  CHAPTER NINE

  There were two men standing in the doorway, and Jake knew them both. One was Junior, whom he had nicknamed Mr. Thick and whom he’d once escaped his clutches via the river Thames. As he stood there in a form-fitting black suit, he appeared no less threatening than that scary day weeks back. Junior gave off no hint of recognition, not when he was in the presence of the boss.

  The Boss. It was he who took Jake by surprise.

  “Nevil…”

  “Ah, my old friend Jake Westbury, how do you do? Fancy seeing you here.” He was dressed in a stylish navy suit, his shirt collar open. Shiny cufflinks crusted with diamonds adorned his shirt, and a large ring was wrapped around his pinky. He looked wealthy, and he looked confident. A direct contrast to the needy man he’d met weeks ago; it was almost as though he were a different person.

  “But…what are you doing here?” Jake asked.

  “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Henderson Fellows.”

  “But that doesn’t make any sense. You’re Nevil Masters.”

  Or did it? Was he? A different person indeed. Jake flashed back to his early days in London. There was Hunter making a quick appearance at the Railway Pub that first night along with Steven and Jennie to raise a glass in Nevil’s honor, and then a few nights later he was at Nevil’s actual birthday party. Each time Hunter had seemed partly cocksure, but there had been this level of…what, exactly? His behavior had been skittish, perhaps, as though he were trying to avoid Nevil while having to, as he had stated, “put in an appearance.” Had they been manipulating the situation all this time? Was there something more to their relationship? Had Jake been part of some big contest between them? One of them seemingly with a big bank account, the other with a big...