Chav Training

(All characters in this fictional story are over 18)

"I saw him every morning as I was leaving the flat. He would be hanging over the railings of the little park opposite, smoking. He was about 20, fit, boyish face, and dark hair, done in that style that the young dudes today go with. Sort of makes them look like broccoli; shaved back and sides, long and messy on top. And a healthy package bulging from his grey trackies. A chav alright. Stunner. I always looked, and he always met my gaze with a wry grin. He knew, and was ok with it; being mentally undressed by a 45 year old guy. I was just like him at his age. A partial hustler, seeing how far I had to go with some middle aged dude to cop a few quid off him. Never once at that time admitting that I myself was into dick; just believing I was open minded when it came to the hustle. If some older queer gent would pay me to let him suck my dong or sniff my boyhole, then I'd just tell myself I was an entrepreneur. If I got hard and if I came during his attentions, well... look, any straight dude

would probably do the same.

When I turned 30 and couldn't make it with that kind of trade anymore, I had to admit to myself I was queer and go looking for regular partners, or preferably, a partner. Being still pretty fit, I landed one fairly easily and have been with him since. Darragh. Really sweet guy, just a year younger than me. Great ass. He must have been a real babe himself at 20. But we're tight now.... But I can still look, can't I..?

Anyways, Darragh was away on business the day before yesterday, and I was off, on my own in the flat, and my guy was there as usual, across the street smoking. I fancied he saw me staring him from the window. A rush of excitement came across me and the old dong energy machine kicked into action. Fuck though, I shouldn't...

Me and Darragh had a few porn flicks. Bel Ami stuff. And we sometimes went on only fans for a bate session. We both like fit young jock guys. We sit jacking each other and sniffing poppers watching some 20 year old American football jock helicoptering his meat or shoving his fresh young boy butt into the camera. Just because we're usually stressed as fuck from work and so need to let off steam whenever we can. I don't mind that my 45 year old arse and dad-bod doesn't always do it for him, and likewise. But never (to my knowledge have we cheated. Certainly the thought of some hot piece of boy-meat cucking my dude didn't sit well with me.... but this chav stud... could I even resist? Did I even have a choice?...

Ok. So, yeah- I went for it. I know. I'm a scumbag for it, but I couldn't spend another moment with the rock hard shooter straining my pants and I didn't want to just jerk off..

The minute I emerged onto the street, he knew what was going down. I saw the fucker's grin as he sidled across to me, very obviously putting on a show as he did. He even managed to grip his package once before he arrived face to face with me.

So, Liam is his name. Yes, he speaks as a chav. And yes, he's hustler. But of course he's " not really into it...bro"....Im sure he used the term `bro', though I thought that was rather odd coming from a scally.. Then again, internet culture has turned most of his generation into Americans. It's not like my own generation didn't most probably sound bizarre to the boomers back in my day. I mean, when I was taking the queen's shilling from some old lad in 2000 to let him lick my arsehole, no doubt he was looking passed the peroxide crop and general Slim Shady ambiance of the merchandise. He just wanted a firm pair of young white buns and the delicious musk of a 20 year old crack. And that's what I wanted from Liam.

But Liam likes to take charge, as I found out.

I brought him up to the flat and we had a few drinks. He knew all the tricks like I did when I was in his shoes; sitting legs spread, playing with him crotch owning the situation. He was the object of desire and the idol for worship. I was in the role of the desirer and worshipper. He was calling the shots. He could demand what he wanted, even though I was the buyer. I had to submit.

"Is your man in the photo there?" he asked looking at an old holiday snap of me and Darragh

"yeah. Why?"

"nothing. Good looking bro I suppose. Looks like (mentions some guy)."

"Who the fuck is that?" I asked

"Just some YouTuber. I don't go for cock, but if I did he'd probably do it for me"

(I thought....yeh. Just like me at 20. I couldn't admit to myself I craved jock-cock and ass. I just beat off as some old fella paid to rim me, thinking about Josh Hartnett or Ashton Kucher.)

"got any poppers?" he nonchalantly interjected a few moments later.

"Yeah, sure. Why, you want some?"

"not for me bro. For you. Get them out, get your gear off, and then get on your fucking knees."...

I obeyed. The thrill was almost to much to keep down. I mean, to keep myself from shooting too soon. But I obeyed.

"Ok, so what have we got here bro. Let's see that faggot tool of yours. Hah! Fucking pathetic man!" (I knew this abuse was part of the game. He was really a sweet guy, but he knew how to get a daddy like me hot.)

"look son, this meat here was prime stock back in the day I'll have you know. I wasn't always clientele in these situations. And some day, you'll be where I am, trust me son"

He laughed. It was still the game. But somewhere in his head, he knew I was probably right. A couple of decades, and he'd be on his hands and knees in front of a fit lad, begging for his hole and taking lippy shit off him.

"get those poppers ready. Ok. Now, counting from ten. Sniff.

Ten..(sniff). Nine..(sniff)... etc etc..."

My both my heads were swelling almost uncontrollably. I felt intoxicating energy course through my body, pulsing up into my dick, prying my asshole wide, and filling me with the incredible confidence and desire to just rip the lads trackies down and gorge on his meaty chav dong and tight smelly boyhole.

It also made me feel like like a real stud.

"you want this big daddy dick, dontcha, boy?!" I thrust my bare sweaty meat up towards the lad and spreading my knees, wagged it at him.

He spat down at it. Then grabbed my ears and pulled my face into his still clothed groin. I yelped

"No you filthy fuck. But I know you want this don't you? Yeah. Piggy wants to get it's face into what's in here. Maybes I'll give it a peek."

With that, Liam pulled down his trackies, revealing a whopper of a dong on a semi. With one hand still grasping an ear, he teased it across my face. It really was a monster.

"now, sniff. Not this! Down from ten again. Get on with it piggy.

C'mon. Ten..(sniff)... etc etc..."

At this stage my schlong was screaming for release. Thoughts of incredibly mad kinky situations erupted in my head and nuclearized my dick. I imagined me and Darragh together in front of this chav boy-god. Me and my man both butt naked on all fours like a pair of horny dogs trying to hump this hot young stud's legs, trying to get to sniff his 20year old arse, and him denying us. Him looking at another guy in the room with us;

a guy like Josh Hartnett, or Kucher, or whoever that YouTube dude is- butt fucking naked and towering over me and Darragh with his drippingly hot fuckable jock bod, both of them hard for each other and regarding the two of us older lads with disdain. Then one or both of them grabbing our faces and shoving them into their pert sweaty butt cheeks....I couldn't hold it any longer...

"C'mon lad, give me your fucking arse! I need your fucking arse now! Here's mine! (I swung round on the floor and face to the deck, thrust my dad-butt up to him) You want this fucking daddy arse, don't you?!!"

Again he spat. It hit my pucker. I could feel it dribbling down. Then he shoved two fingers up in there. I nearly bust a nut then and there.

"Yeah, dad. I want that big smelly arse like I want a shit sandwich! Hah. You think I'd get my tongue into that?! Nah, bro. If it was the YouTube dude and not a saggy daddy like you, then maybes.... yeah, I'd eat that hot jock fucker's bussy, no worries..."

I felt the titillating synthesis of humiliation and excitement. He was looking down on me, offering what 25 years ago dudes were willing to pay for; me arse, and me, ginned up to the max with the poppers, and he was shaming me, saying I wasn't worth shit compared to some young hung buck on YouTube half my age. Fucking hot!...

"Awh, fuck lad...c'mon, you want me arse! You want daddy's big fucking hole now, look at it! I'm giving it to you!! Take it! take me fucking arse! it's..."

Bang!!

He walloped my sweaty butt cheeks with both hands. I howled in pain, humiliation, and utter pleasure!

"sniff those fucking poppers pig, and I have something for you. I'll let you get a whiff of a hot young arse. You know, something actually tasty and fuckable."

With that he turned, hunkered down on his knees, and presented me with a rippingly firm set of pearly white glistening peaches. A succulent, savoury, musky 20 year old jock set of glutes. I dove in and slurped like a parched man in a desert finding a keg of cold Carlsberg.

And finally, I grabbed my own aching dong and jacked. Thoughts of all else vanished from my mind; Darragh, Hartnett, whoever....

"Eat it daddy!" he roared in triumph. The boy had won a total victory, and I was paying. I was those dudes I had owned in 99, 00, 01, 05... Those old lads I had begging me for my hole, paying for it, worshipping it, and me, still pretending I was straight, getting high and hard from their tongue-jobs.

Just as this lad was now from mine. He had begun to whack himself off. He was moaning

"Fuuuuck..... My dude..eat it bro... awhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

We shot almost at the same time. He thinking about his dream fuck. Me, thinking only about him....

By the time Darragh got back, everything had been put back in place and the flat smelled of lotus incense instead of poppers and the spunk and sweat of a dad and lad and their afternoon session.

Liam is there still, every morning. Darragh is away again tomorrow. And for the weekend.