Fucking the Grounds Boy
Nick and I went to a health resort in the country, Central Vic. It was Nick’s idea. Before we get chilled by winter.
“If I hear one more person’s problems,” said Nick. “I might just kill them.” That is great coming from an HR manager, no, hang on, he’s now Director of People and Culture, at a city law firm.
“Really, is that what they are calling it now.”
“People and kulcha, darling, Cul…tooure. Very fancy isn’t it.”
“Oh, it is just the perpetual side step that you guys have to make.”
“Oh, don’t go on.”
“Once personnel was exhausted, you stepped away from all the shit, and rebranded HR. Now those two letters are toxic in every corporate office, what, you are morphing into People and Culture, as if the disaster HR was, and the mess personnel was, had nothing to do with you guys, at, all.”
“Teflon coated, baby,” said Nick. “We know what all the tricks are, because we invented them.”
“And you still get it so horrible wrong.”
“Mr Nick, why wasn’t I told, Russo, at your service,” said Nick. “It works every time.”
“So, that is an actual HR strategy?”
“Oh sure, you have to separate the weak from the strong. You have to mark your territory, and in a legal firm, that is a hard act you are asking us. All responsibility, and none of the authority.”
“A tight rope.”
“Too many lawyer egos for it not to be.”
“HR is a seamless machine?”
“At getting its way, it is,” said Nick. “It is dog eat dog out there. Win your patch, retain it at whatever cost. Value is no currency to power.”
“And the powerful eat their lame?”
“The powerful always eat the lame,” said Nick. “Always have.” No sense of the ridiculous, just matter of fact.
“Live fast and…”
“That’s it, oh cynical one. That’s all there is, live fast.”
“There must be an alternative,” I say.
“Or,” Nick says. Don’t go there, I think. “Or lose.”
“I thought you were going to say dead.”
“You might as well be,” says Nick. He lifts his wine glass. “Too the good life,” says Nick.
“To our happiness,” I say.
We’d had massages, wraps, facials, fingers, toes, all day. Nick sold it to me on the golf course, despite neither of us, actually, playing golf. There are walks. There is the mount. There is 100 acres to relax on, and we’d been relaxing all day.
All the staff are women. Except for the grounds guy, I’d spotted outside, through the windows.
Nick and I sneaked joints outside on the veranda, between courses, where we giggled like school girls.
Our desserts were Eton Mess. We were lucky to get them, we spent so much time outside “getting fresh air.”
“A minute on the lips,” said Nick. He spooned a load of meringue towards his mouth.
The grounds boy, or what was he now, the kitchen dogs body, clean, clear, clean, clear, had been looking in my direction. I caught him twice.
“So, what are you going to do… um… er, this year?” said Nick.
“More of the same.” Was he looking at me?
“More of the same?” said Nick. “Can you keep up the pace?”
I laughed. “It’s a tough job,” I say.
Every one of my friends had had this conversation with me, they think I am going to suddenly do something. Which I’m not. As though, doing what I want, when I want, how I want it, stoned as I like, is somehow unfulfilling. It makes me laugh.
Smoke more weed. They are all beginning to say it, Josh is smoking too much weed.
Do you think Josh is smoking too much weed?
I hear stuff. Friends can’t keep secrets. Nick is the worst.
The grounds boy was cute, I’d just caught him looking again.
“Um, hello,” said Nick. “Where have you gone?”
“The grounds guy, don’t look,” I said. I didn’t want Nick to turn around. “I’ve caught him looking at me.”
“Oh really?”
“What? What does that mean?” I looked at Nick, he was looking as if I was stupid, or something.
“You are so slow,” said Nick. I saw that an hour ago.”
“You did?”
“You smoke too much pot, you know,” said Nick.
“Is that the general consensus?”
“General consensus?”
“Consensus, of our friends,” I say. “Are they saying I have turned into a pothead?”
“You are a pot head.”
“Oh come on, I have smoked pot for years.”
“Not as much as you obviously smoke now.”
“What are you saying.” I look over and I catch the cute eye straight away.
“You are getting boring, Josh, that is what I am saying.”
I felt hurt, that was a barb. The cute guy is really hot. I look for longer. Nick drones on blah, blah, blah. Tall, dark and handsome, just how I like them.
“You are not even listening now.”
Er, what? “I am.”
“What did I just say?”
“You… er… what?”
“It’s Callum,” says Nick.
“What is?”
“The cute guy.”
Callum stares back, holding my gaze.
“Eat up,” I said.
“Oh lovely,” said Nick. “Ditched at the first sight of cock.”
“It’s been a while.”
“What about Tim.”
“Oh, it’s really casual with Tim, he’s been busy.”
The Eaton mess was great, those joints were kicking in. I shovelled it in. It was late anyway, we were the last in the dining room.
“The guy looking at you,” said Nick. “He’s been looking at you with puppy dog eyes since the start of dinner.”
“He has?”
I washed the Eaton mess down with red wine, an act I regretted immediately. I stand up. “It’s been a lovely day.”
“I really cannot believe you, Joshua, really I can’t.”
“Nick, the number of times you have ditched me, how do I count them all?”
Nick gets up and leaves with me.
“You are going to your room,” I say. “You are going straight to your room.”
“Yes. Euw. The last thing I want to see is you and him.”
“He is hot.” Nick says as we pass Callum standing at the bar.
I only just caught Callum’s gaze as I passed him. He looked at the last minute, it was expertly timed.
The maitre’d thanked us and wished us a good night.
We walked to the lifts. I looked back. Callum was looking. Nick got ahead of me and pressed the lift button.
“So where is he?”
“Are you always this needy?”
“Wasn’t the idea behind ditching on me was to pick up the very sweet boy in the bar.”
“Hopefully.”
The lift bell chimed.
“So, when.”
The lift doors opened. We stepped in.
“Certainly not when I am chatting with the likes of you in the lobby.”
“Well thank you very much,” said Nick. “Dumped on some vague promise.”
“Those eyes were more than a promise,” I said. I can still see those brown eyes burn as our gazes met.
“I don’t know how you do it,” says Nick. “You know me, I have to do all the anguish first about first dates. Am I giving it up? Should I give it up? You can just fuck anything, I admire you for that.”
“I have a healthy 30 something sex drive,” I said. “It is you with all your sexual hang ups.” I laughed. Nick looked cross. “It has to be the last day of the month, he has to be taller than you…”
“That is a deal breaker,” said Nick. “I have never done me a shorty, I can tell you.”
The lift doors chimed and opened, we stepped out.
“It is nearly midnight. I don’t know what rabbit from a hat trick you think I am cooking up here, but I am going to my room, I am going to clean my teeth and go to bed, which is what I suggest you do.”
“You know I can’t sleep in strange bedrooms,” said Nick.
“Unless you have a stranger to take you there,” I said.
“Well,” said Nick. “Who in that case is looking at the room.”
Our doors were nearly opposite each other’s. We each unlocked our doors and said good night. Tomorrow there was more pampering to be had.
We closed our doors simultaneously.
My room was nice, big windows, the outside coming in. But at night, with the curtains drawn, it became a showroom of concealed lighting.
I put music on.
I smoked a joint on my balcony.
I striped to my jocks and got into bed. I turned the TV on. There was a movie on, one of those American 1970s detective movie.
I was nodding off, sliding into my bliss.
There was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock, it was a few minutes passed twelve.
“Who is it?”
“Room service.”
“I didn’t order any room service.”
The door latch turned. “Room service,” said a voice quietly, as the door opens.
“Come in,” I say.
Callum comes around the door.
“You better close the door, I believe the room across the hall is occupied.
Callum raises his fingers to his lips in a provocative pose, truthfully I was nearly incoherent on pot, mouthing okay, and closing the door behind him.
“Room service,” he said again.
“But there must be some mistake,” I said seductively, trying desperately not to think of Loren Bacall, because that wouldn’t have helped anyone. “Because I didn’t order any room service.
He was goddam beautiful. Was I going to get a piece of this? Surely not. The world is never that fair.
“Cheese and biscuits,” said Callum. “Courtesy of the hotel.”
“This hotel is, indeed, courteous.”
“Did you not order cheese and biscuits?” said Callum. A cheeky smile came over his face.
“No, I didn’t.” I smiled, I think. I was really stoned all of a sudden, my facial controls were not what they once were.
“I thought I saw a look that said cheese and biscuits in my room, thanks, as you left?”
“Really,” I said. “You caught my look.”
“Yes, sir,” said Callum. “Yes, sir, I did.” He was saying all the right things, but he still wasn’t, completely, sure we were on the same wave length. He could lose his job if he misread this situation.
“And that look said cheese and biscuits.”
“Yes, sir.” I quite liked all the sir stuff.
“What’s your name?”
“Callum. My name is Callum.”
“What time does your shift finish?”
“I finished at midnight.”
“And you were at my door at 12.03.”
“I had nothing else to do.”
Callum was still holding the cheese and biscuits. “You can put them down over there.” I pointed at the table.
Callum stood at the end of the bed.
What to do with him. Gorgeous face. Black hair. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Chest. Crotch, Hips.
He had on those pants with a stripe up the leg. Dark blue cotton, big bulge, thick thighs, small waist, big shoulders.
“What else can you do?” He’ll be needing a shave soon.
“What else can I do?”
“Yeah. You gotta be more than beautiful holding a cheese platter.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Ah.” The truth. On your knees with my cock in your mouth. My cock started to harden up. “The truth?”
“Sure… why not.”
“Well, it would have to be that old favourite.”
“What old favourite?”
“Take your pants off.”
“What?” He smiled, such a beautiful smile. “Oh.”
“You have way more on than me.” I flashed the doona open to show me in my jocks. I pulled the doona over me again. “Take your pants off.” I wondered if he’d do as I said. I wondered if I had misread everything, and he is about to freak out.
He slipped off his shoes. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.
He stepped out of them. He had socks on.
He had great legs. And sheer trunks, that showed his hardening cock quite clearly.
“Come over here.”
He stepped to the bed. I flipped the doona open. He straddled my legs, until our cocks were touching, and I had hold of his arse with both my hands.
We rubbed our near hard cocks together. Beautiful Callum, here he was riding me like a whore.
I pulled his trunks down, and his big cock sprang hard into action, between him and me. I took his knob in my mouth. He groaned. I sucked further down his hard cock. He groaned again. I deep throated his whole shaft until it hit the back of my throat.
I pulled off his cock and back up to face height. We kissed like lovers. He kissed like an angel.
He took my cock out of my jocks and went down on me.
I pulled his trunks off awkwardly, but off they came.
He gets really off on cock sucking, it feels amazing, until I pull his head back u to me, he is bright red, kind of cock crazed.
I kiss him. He kisses back passionately.
I slide my jocks off. He takes off his shirt, without ever losing lip lock.
I’m over him. I am kissing him and rubbing my cock into his cock.
His legs go up in the air, and I am eating his arse.
He’s a big boy. Muscles. Hairy chest. Big arse. He is on his knees and I am eating his arse, he has his hand across the back of my neck and pushing my face into his arse harder.
“Oh god that feels good.”
I stand up behind him and slide my cock into him, into his hairy hole. It slides in easily. He’s tight, but open for it. This boy likes to bottom. Big beautiful Callum, I could see the bump of his hips, his narrow waist, and his broad shoulders, as I slid my cock all the way inside him.
He groaned. Called out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
He bucked like a bronco finally getting tamed, as I jammed my cock into him over and over again
He said he’d been a bad boy coming into my room, he needed to be punished for it. . Him on his knees, down on his shoulders, finally positioning himself where I meet no resistance. Straight in, deep, one blow.
“Okay,” I said. And I plunged my cock into him again.
“Oh yeah, just like that, fuck me just like that.”
Some big, brawny, beautiful, gay, dark-haired, blue-eyed boys, just want to get fucked in the arse.
I ended up fucking him really close up against the head board, hard, his hard cock in the pillows, he didn’t even have to touch it, to come in bucket loads, all over the bedhead, as I came up his furry little arse.
“If I hear one more person’s problems,” said Nick. “I might just kill them.” That is great coming from an HR manager, no, hang on, he’s now Director of People and Culture, at a city law firm.
“Really, is that what they are calling it now.”
“People and kulcha, darling, Cul…tooure. Very fancy isn’t it.”
“Oh, it is just the perpetual side step that you guys have to make.”
“Oh, don’t go on.”
“Once personnel was exhausted, you stepped away from all the shit, and rebranded HR. Now those two letters are toxic in every corporate office, what, you are morphing into People and Culture, as if the disaster HR was, and the mess personnel was, had nothing to do with you guys, at, all.”
“Teflon coated, baby,” said Nick. “We know what all the tricks are, because we invented them.”
“And you still get it so horrible wrong.”
“Mr Nick, why wasn’t I told, Russo, at your service,” said Nick. “It works every time.”
“So, that is an actual HR strategy?”
“Oh sure, you have to separate the weak from the strong. You have to mark your territory, and in a legal firm, that is a hard act you are asking us. All responsibility, and none of the authority.”
“A tight rope.”
“Too many lawyer egos for it not to be.”
“HR is a seamless machine?”
“At getting its way, it is,” said Nick. “It is dog eat dog out there. Win your patch, retain it at whatever cost. Value is no currency to power.”
“And the powerful eat their lame?”
“The powerful always eat the lame,” said Nick. “Always have.” No sense of the ridiculous, just matter of fact.
“Live fast and…”
“That’s it, oh cynical one. That’s all there is, live fast.”
“There must be an alternative,” I say.
“Or,” Nick says. Don’t go there, I think. “Or lose.”
“I thought you were going to say dead.”
“You might as well be,” says Nick. He lifts his wine glass. “Too the good life,” says Nick.
“To our happiness,” I say.
We’d had massages, wraps, facials, fingers, toes, all day. Nick sold it to me on the golf course, despite neither of us, actually, playing golf. There are walks. There is the mount. There is 100 acres to relax on, and we’d been relaxing all day.
All the staff are women. Except for the grounds guy, I’d spotted outside, through the windows.
Nick and I sneaked joints outside on the veranda, between courses, where we giggled like school girls.
Our desserts were Eton Mess. We were lucky to get them, we spent so much time outside “getting fresh air.”
“A minute on the lips,” said Nick. He spooned a load of meringue towards his mouth.
The grounds boy, or what was he now, the kitchen dogs body, clean, clear, clean, clear, had been looking in my direction. I caught him twice.
“So, what are you going to do… um… er, this year?” said Nick.
“More of the same.” Was he looking at me?
“More of the same?” said Nick. “Can you keep up the pace?”
I laughed. “It’s a tough job,” I say.
Every one of my friends had had this conversation with me, they think I am going to suddenly do something. Which I’m not. As though, doing what I want, when I want, how I want it, stoned as I like, is somehow unfulfilling. It makes me laugh.
Smoke more weed. They are all beginning to say it, Josh is smoking too much weed.
Do you think Josh is smoking too much weed?
I hear stuff. Friends can’t keep secrets. Nick is the worst.
The grounds boy was cute, I’d just caught him looking again.
“Um, hello,” said Nick. “Where have you gone?”
“The grounds guy, don’t look,” I said. I didn’t want Nick to turn around. “I’ve caught him looking at me.”
“Oh really?”
“What? What does that mean?” I looked at Nick, he was looking as if I was stupid, or something.
“You are so slow,” said Nick. I saw that an hour ago.”
“You did?”
“You smoke too much pot, you know,” said Nick.
“Is that the general consensus?”
“General consensus?”
“Consensus, of our friends,” I say. “Are they saying I have turned into a pothead?”
“You are a pot head.”
“Oh come on, I have smoked pot for years.”
“Not as much as you obviously smoke now.”
“What are you saying.” I look over and I catch the cute eye straight away.
“You are getting boring, Josh, that is what I am saying.”
I felt hurt, that was a barb. The cute guy is really hot. I look for longer. Nick drones on blah, blah, blah. Tall, dark and handsome, just how I like them.
“You are not even listening now.”
Er, what? “I am.”
“What did I just say?”
“You… er… what?”
“It’s Callum,” says Nick.
“What is?”
“The cute guy.”
Callum stares back, holding my gaze.
“Eat up,” I said.
“Oh lovely,” said Nick. “Ditched at the first sight of cock.”
“It’s been a while.”
“What about Tim.”
“Oh, it’s really casual with Tim, he’s been busy.”
The Eaton mess was great, those joints were kicking in. I shovelled it in. It was late anyway, we were the last in the dining room.
“The guy looking at you,” said Nick. “He’s been looking at you with puppy dog eyes since the start of dinner.”
“He has?”
I washed the Eaton mess down with red wine, an act I regretted immediately. I stand up. “It’s been a lovely day.”
“I really cannot believe you, Joshua, really I can’t.”
“Nick, the number of times you have ditched me, how do I count them all?”
Nick gets up and leaves with me.
“You are going to your room,” I say. “You are going straight to your room.”
“Yes. Euw. The last thing I want to see is you and him.”
“He is hot.” Nick says as we pass Callum standing at the bar.
I only just caught Callum’s gaze as I passed him. He looked at the last minute, it was expertly timed.
The maitre’d thanked us and wished us a good night.
We walked to the lifts. I looked back. Callum was looking. Nick got ahead of me and pressed the lift button.
“So where is he?”
“Are you always this needy?”
“Wasn’t the idea behind ditching on me was to pick up the very sweet boy in the bar.”
“Hopefully.”
The lift bell chimed.
“So, when.”
The lift doors opened. We stepped in.
“Certainly not when I am chatting with the likes of you in the lobby.”
“Well thank you very much,” said Nick. “Dumped on some vague promise.”
“Those eyes were more than a promise,” I said. I can still see those brown eyes burn as our gazes met.
“I don’t know how you do it,” says Nick. “You know me, I have to do all the anguish first about first dates. Am I giving it up? Should I give it up? You can just fuck anything, I admire you for that.”
“I have a healthy 30 something sex drive,” I said. “It is you with all your sexual hang ups.” I laughed. Nick looked cross. “It has to be the last day of the month, he has to be taller than you…”
“That is a deal breaker,” said Nick. “I have never done me a shorty, I can tell you.”
The lift doors chimed and opened, we stepped out.
“It is nearly midnight. I don’t know what rabbit from a hat trick you think I am cooking up here, but I am going to my room, I am going to clean my teeth and go to bed, which is what I suggest you do.”
“You know I can’t sleep in strange bedrooms,” said Nick.
“Unless you have a stranger to take you there,” I said.
“Well,” said Nick. “Who in that case is looking at the room.”
Our doors were nearly opposite each other’s. We each unlocked our doors and said good night. Tomorrow there was more pampering to be had.
We closed our doors simultaneously.
My room was nice, big windows, the outside coming in. But at night, with the curtains drawn, it became a showroom of concealed lighting.
I put music on.
I smoked a joint on my balcony.
I striped to my jocks and got into bed. I turned the TV on. There was a movie on, one of those American 1970s detective movie.
I was nodding off, sliding into my bliss.
There was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock, it was a few minutes passed twelve.
“Who is it?”
“Room service.”
“I didn’t order any room service.”
The door latch turned. “Room service,” said a voice quietly, as the door opens.
“Come in,” I say.
Callum comes around the door.
“You better close the door, I believe the room across the hall is occupied.
Callum raises his fingers to his lips in a provocative pose, truthfully I was nearly incoherent on pot, mouthing okay, and closing the door behind him.
“Room service,” he said again.
“But there must be some mistake,” I said seductively, trying desperately not to think of Loren Bacall, because that wouldn’t have helped anyone. “Because I didn’t order any room service.
He was goddam beautiful. Was I going to get a piece of this? Surely not. The world is never that fair.
“Cheese and biscuits,” said Callum. “Courtesy of the hotel.”
“This hotel is, indeed, courteous.”
“Did you not order cheese and biscuits?” said Callum. A cheeky smile came over his face.
“No, I didn’t.” I smiled, I think. I was really stoned all of a sudden, my facial controls were not what they once were.
“I thought I saw a look that said cheese and biscuits in my room, thanks, as you left?”
“Really,” I said. “You caught my look.”
“Yes, sir,” said Callum. “Yes, sir, I did.” He was saying all the right things, but he still wasn’t, completely, sure we were on the same wave length. He could lose his job if he misread this situation.
“And that look said cheese and biscuits.”
“Yes, sir.” I quite liked all the sir stuff.
“What’s your name?”
“Callum. My name is Callum.”
“What time does your shift finish?”
“I finished at midnight.”
“And you were at my door at 12.03.”
“I had nothing else to do.”
Callum was still holding the cheese and biscuits. “You can put them down over there.” I pointed at the table.
Callum stood at the end of the bed.
What to do with him. Gorgeous face. Black hair. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Chest. Crotch, Hips.
He had on those pants with a stripe up the leg. Dark blue cotton, big bulge, thick thighs, small waist, big shoulders.
“What else can you do?” He’ll be needing a shave soon.
“What else can I do?”
“Yeah. You gotta be more than beautiful holding a cheese platter.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Ah.” The truth. On your knees with my cock in your mouth. My cock started to harden up. “The truth?”
“Sure… why not.”
“Well, it would have to be that old favourite.”
“What old favourite?”
“Take your pants off.”
“What?” He smiled, such a beautiful smile. “Oh.”
“You have way more on than me.” I flashed the doona open to show me in my jocks. I pulled the doona over me again. “Take your pants off.” I wondered if he’d do as I said. I wondered if I had misread everything, and he is about to freak out.
He slipped off his shoes. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.
He stepped out of them. He had socks on.
He had great legs. And sheer trunks, that showed his hardening cock quite clearly.
“Come over here.”
He stepped to the bed. I flipped the doona open. He straddled my legs, until our cocks were touching, and I had hold of his arse with both my hands.
We rubbed our near hard cocks together. Beautiful Callum, here he was riding me like a whore.
I pulled his trunks down, and his big cock sprang hard into action, between him and me. I took his knob in my mouth. He groaned. I sucked further down his hard cock. He groaned again. I deep throated his whole shaft until it hit the back of my throat.
I pulled off his cock and back up to face height. We kissed like lovers. He kissed like an angel.
He took my cock out of my jocks and went down on me.
I pulled his trunks off awkwardly, but off they came.
He gets really off on cock sucking, it feels amazing, until I pull his head back u to me, he is bright red, kind of cock crazed.
I kiss him. He kisses back passionately.
I slide my jocks off. He takes off his shirt, without ever losing lip lock.
I’m over him. I am kissing him and rubbing my cock into his cock.
His legs go up in the air, and I am eating his arse.
He’s a big boy. Muscles. Hairy chest. Big arse. He is on his knees and I am eating his arse, he has his hand across the back of my neck and pushing my face into his arse harder.
“Oh god that feels good.”
I stand up behind him and slide my cock into him, into his hairy hole. It slides in easily. He’s tight, but open for it. This boy likes to bottom. Big beautiful Callum, I could see the bump of his hips, his narrow waist, and his broad shoulders, as I slid my cock all the way inside him.
He groaned. Called out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
He bucked like a bronco finally getting tamed, as I jammed my cock into him over and over again
He said he’d been a bad boy coming into my room, he needed to be punished for it. . Him on his knees, down on his shoulders, finally positioning himself where I meet no resistance. Straight in, deep, one blow.
“Okay,” I said. And I plunged my cock into him again.
“Oh yeah, just like that, fuck me just like that.”
Some big, brawny, beautiful, gay, dark-haired, blue-eyed boys, just want to get fucked in the arse.
I ended up fucking him really close up against the head board, hard, his hard cock in the pillows, he didn’t even have to touch it, to come in bucket loads, all over the bedhead, as I came up his furry little arse.
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