The Hardware Shop
Chapter 8
“Anything…absolutely anything” cried James squirming with delight at his perceived victory. “Well it’s like this…my friend here and I are homosexuals you know… and we’ve never had the pleasure of playing with a posh good looking hunk like you before and would just love to fool around with you for a bit, if you can do that for us you’ll have your bit of paper signed by me before you can scream I’m cumming” giggled Troy, laying on the campness to an unbelievable extreme, rubbing his hand hard and fast high up on the inside of James’s thigh into his crotch bulge.
James looked horrified but I could see his greed was battling with his reluctance to accept Troy’s conditions to sign. “Come on Jimbo..you know you want that signature don’t you” purred Troy, rubbing his hand under James’s suit jacket and inching his fingers between the shirt buttons to rub his nipples and massage his chest, come on a little blow job for me and my friend, our cocks up your bum and you’ll be rich, nothing you haven’t done before I’m sure…at boarding school maybe” giggled Troy.
The greed of James won the struggle, James mumbled through gritted teeth, “Fuck ok then, only if you promise to sign when it’s over” “Oh yes I promise” whispered Troy, as he began pulling James to his feet. I really couldn’t believe this was happening as Troy instructed James to strip off his clothes, which he did slowly and deliberately, making sure to fold his jacket and trousers carefully before placing them over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on. James stood in front of us in just a pair of black skimpy briefs as Troy and I stroked his naked gym fit body, which had our cocks rising ready for our imminent conquest of this good looking but thoroughly arrogant, greedy lying shit.
We dropped our joggers and pants, pulled out our now very hard cocks and began massaging the bulge and plump ass cheeks through James’s thin black skimpy briefs, which to our surprise, succeeded in getting the seemingly reluctant James’s cock hard and poking out of the top of the waistband of his briefs. Troy ripped them down, allowing his circumcised and hard cock to spring free and stand upright amongst a decent bush of dark pubic hair. I stood beside Troy as he held the back of James’s neck guiding his face down to our waiting erections. “Better make sure you slobber them well Jimbo, you don’t want a couple of dry cocks rasping up your bum do you” laughed Troy, as James opened his mouth and took my cock into deep into his throat, Troy had been right, he had done this before.
For the next 15 minutes or so Troy and I took turns fucking James’s throat and ass, thrusting mercilessly to teach the guy a lesson he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. Finally on cue Troy and I let go and with two almighty thrusts we satisfyingly filled Jame’s mouth and ass with spunk, flicking the surplus into the crotch of his black skimpy briefs stretched across his knees.
We stepped back pulling up our joggers, allowing the very red faced, groaning James to stand up. I noted with satisfaction that he hadn’t cum himself, as he pulled up his cum filled briefs, that his cock hadn’t enjoyed the experience much either, it sat shrivelled up like a little acorn in its nest of black, spunk smattered pubic hair, courtesy of Troy. James hurriedly dressed, picking up the pen as soon has he’d shuffled on his jacket. “Come on then.. I did what you wanted, now sign the fucking paper” he huffed sternly, handing the pen to Troy and pointing to where he needed to sign. Troy took the pen grinning broadly, “Here.. you say” chuckled Troy, “Yes fucking there and print your name on the line next to it”. Troy finished scribbling and threw the pen down, immediately James looked at the signature, “What the fuck.. NO…NO…NO you have to put YOUR name on the fucking thing you moron” screamed James, becoming even more agitated. “I have, that’s my name… Troy Tempest Tracy… Bridges, Dad was mad about Gerry Anderson’s stuff you know….not so much of Captain Scarlet though.. thank goodness or there would be Scarlet thrown in there somewhere”, he mused, being deliberately obtuse to annoy James even further. “No…NO, it’s not it’s ah…ah..” James stuttered scrabbling for his brief that contained my name. “ It’s Sam Arthur Merlin Sanders” for Christ sake” he shouted, visibly shaking. “No that’s his name” said Troy gesturing towards me. James, with a look of shock realising his incorrect assumption that Troy was me, looked at me and scrabbling for another unsigned document, thrust his pen in my direction, “ you have to fucking sign then you stupid cretins” he screamed, glaring at me. “Why?” I asked innocently. “Because you fucking agreed to if I went along with your fucking depravity” he screamed from his now foaming mouth. “I didn’t agree to anything Jimbo…HE did” I replied, as calmly as possible, pointing to the silly grinned face of Troy “AND”…I paused for effect, “I wouldn’t dream of agreeing to sell to you for that ridiculous offer.”
We watched along with Fred and Ethal as James stormed through the shop, pulling at his cum soaked briefs under his now rumpled, creased trousers, towards the entrance where I had directed it him to “Fuck off”. His suit trousers now clearly showing visible damp patches as our spunk, dribbling from his ass along with the cum we’d deposited into the crotch of his briefs, seeped through into his expensive wool suit trousers. “Oh thank you, he was such a rude man, I’m so glad you sent him away with a flea in his ear” gushed Ethal. “Don’t you worry Ethal we sent him away with more than a flea in his ear” laughed Troy. From the open door were heard yet another groan and string of expletives, James had run his hand over his head in exasperation and was now looking at his spunk smeared palm, “Yours I think” laughed Ryan looking at me……
More to cum….
Thank you for your appreciative comments.
R 😊
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