Gary and his new BMW
My name is Mike and I run my own car valeting services. I started it 8 years ago, when I was a young 24 year old, fed up of drifting from job to job, I decided I wanted to be my own boss and started with little more than a bucket, shamee leather and £100 in the bank. That was a long time ago and I now very rarely got my hands dirty, or wet for that matter, I employed 12 people, one of them being Michelle who was my PA and if I was honest with myself ran the business, at times I felt like a spare part, but again if I'm honest with myself that's the way I liked it, I'd become used to the wealthy lifestyle but was bored with the day to day business of running a small company.
I'm totally straight acting and looking but also very comfortable with who I am. I knew I was gay from a young age, had my first gay encounter at 14 and have never looked back. I came out to my family when I was 16 and they are all totally cool with it. I have never really had a long-term relationship, I'm a typical bloke, like to shag around!!!
Anyway back to the business, I started out knocking on doors trying to get business, but that was a long time ago. We now had several lucrative contracts with firms where we went out to their premises and cleaned their company cars, we also picked up a lot of business from other employees on site. At the end of last year we won the contract with Manchester United Football Club, now that would have excited a lot of people but as a season ticket holder at Man City it was just another business contract to me.
Today started as any day, yesterday I'd been to watch the final day of the athletics at the Commonwealth Games with my Dad and Brother, it had been a great evening and as the shuttle bus dropped us off near Canal Street I was tempted and left my Dad and Bro and headed towards the village. As soon as I hit Canal Street I bumped into Steve a regular Fuck Buddy of mine, he was a 25 year old with a great body, we'd been seeing each other off and on for 2 years, nothing in it but great sex and it suited us both that way. We had a few drinks in the Slug and Lettuce and then headed over to his place, he lived in town and we were both gagging for it. So after an exhausting night I eventually arrived in the office at about 11.00, Michelle was on the phone, so I sat at my desk and signed the letter she'd left for me.
Once she'd finished on the phone I said good morning and asked if she wanted a coffee, "Where the bloody hell have you been, I've been trying your mobile all morning?" she asked and before I could answer she continued "on second thoughts don't answer that I don't want to know the gory details ", as well as my PA Michelle was one of my best mates and she knew what a slut I was. "What's the problem that you couldn't handle" I asked, "I've had Gary Neville on the phone going ape coz he says Pete has scratched his new BMW and he wants to speak to you" I had a massive hangover and was knackered from the previous night activities, "can't you handle it" I pleaded, "No he's adamant he wants to speak to the manager"
There was nothing for it I'd have to deal with it myself and so I asked Michelle to get him on the phone and put him through to me. Within minutes I was speaking to a very angry Gary Neville, he'd collect his new BMW convertible yesterday and claimed Pete one of my best and longest serving employees had accidentally scratch it while cleaning another car, but denied doing it. I promised to investigate and get back to him. Pete was adamant he hadn't done it and that I shouldn't back down, but it was an important contract and one that brought in a lot of other customers so I had to handle it carefully. Gary had given me his mobile number so I called him back, it was 2.30pm almost 3 hours after I'd spoke to him and although I had no idea how to handle the problem I though I'd best keep him sweet and make contact.
"Hello it's Mike here from Clean Wheels" I said once he answer the phone, I could tell from the back ground noise that he was in his car on hands free, "Thanks for getting back to me" he said. He sounded a lot happier than earlier on. " Before we settle this it might be worth me checking the car out, " I suggested as I wasn't sure what to do, at least this way I could sleep on it and come up with a solution. " Great idea but I'm away on a pre-season tour from tomorrow so it will have to be this afternoon " Shit there goes my thinking space! "Can you make it to my place now" "Sure" I said with out thinking, what was I going to do.
We agreed 4.00pm and after taking down the details I was on my way with no idea still as to what I was going to do. I had pleaded with Michelle to come with me but she took great delight in pointing out I was the managing director and it was time I started to earn my salary. Gary lived up in the Lancashire hills past Bury, I had a mate who lived in the same street as his parents so I had a good idea where he lived and within the hour I was pulling up to the massive gates and drive of his purpose built mansion. I was about 20 minutes early, but what the hell I was flying by my pants so might as well get it over with, I pressed the intercom button which Gary answered right away, "You're early, I wasn't expecting you so soon, you'd better come in." As soon as the intercom went dead the gates started to open and I drove up the path, parked up and walked to the front door.
As I was about to press the bell Gary opened the door, he stood there in a Man Utd tee shirt white shorts and white ankle socks. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and his tanned hairy legs glistened with sweat. "Sorry about the state I'm in I've come straight from training and was just about to jump in the shower, do you want to follow me round the back, the car is in the garage?" With that he closed the front door and started to make his way to the garage, for a moment I stood where I was just gazing at his pert arse as it made its way round the house. The problem of how to apprise him and keep Man Utd sweet no longer occupied my head it was how I was going to control the hardon swelling up in my pants. Although I was a football fan like any red bloody gay I'd fantasied and wanked over plenty of footballers in my time but never Gary Neville, but he looked so fucking horny. I have a real thing about guy's feet especially in white socks so that combined with the most amazing pair of legs I ever seen together with a cracking arse had my 8" begging to be freed from their constraints.
By the time we reached the garage I had decided to quickly look over the car, agree we were at fault, ask him to send me a bill then I was going to make my excuses get in my car and wank my self off as soon as I could. As I looked at the scratch I thought I'd better make it look convincing so I got down on my knees and spent a few moments feeling it and nodding. I turned round to talk to him and my face was within inches of his crotch, was that his jock I could smell, the combination of sweat, piss and pre-cum! Was it my imagination or was Mr Neville sporting a boner in his pants as well as me. Fuck I was in agony as my cock stiffen even more in my jeans. I looked up at him and he just smiled "You need a hand up there?" he said holding out his hand. I took it and he pull me up right. Now it was his turn to look at my crotch I felt the blood rush to my face, this couldn't be happening it must be my imagination. As I stood there he held on to my hand for a few seconds then to my great pleasure as he let go his hand went to his crotch and he gave his cock a squeeze. We both looked into each other eyes then he smiled again and I didn't need another signal.
I leaned forward and kissed him slowly on his lips. He quickly responded and opened his lips to my eager tongue, as I slid my tongue into his mouth he pressed his into mine and we kissed passionately. He then made the next move as he pulled my body close against him, his hands were cupping my arse and his cock was rubbing against mine. By this time I was holding his head with one hand and feeling down his strong back towards that beautiful arse with the other as our kissing became more intense. He began biting my lip as he licked his way towards my ear; he smelt so great, that manly sweat smell that never failed to get me hard.
"Want to go somewhere a little more private" he whispered into my ear just before his tongue entered it. I wasn't bother about being outside, I'd have shagged him in front of a full house at Old Trafford I so wanted him, but whatever he wanted was OK with me. He pulled away from me, took my hand and guided me back to the house. As we neared the back door I grabbed his arse, he turned round smiled and said " be patient it will soon be yours." We entered a massive kitchen about the size of my house put together and moved towards the stairs, within seconds we were in his bedroom. This again was huge with a massive king sized bed in the middle. He turned to me kissed me again then felled to the bed, I was about to join him when he pushed me back and said "No, strip for me I want to see your naked body" With that he lifted himself back on to the pillows and awaited my striptease. I stood in front of him and started to unbutton my shirt throwing it on the floor, I had a white tee shirt on and my nipples were sticking out, they were so hard. I pulled my tee shirt over my head to reveal my smooth chest and stomach. I was very proud of my body, I went to the gym 4 times a week. As I was had the t-shirt over my head I heard Gary omit a soft mmm as he looked at my chest. When I removed the t-shirt I saw that he was smiling and his playing with his dick. I wanted him so much within seconds I had kicked off my shoes pulled my jeans and socks off at the same time and was about to remove my CKs when Gary got up form the bed and said "No I'll do that for you."
I moved towards the bed and he sat on the edge. By now there was a large damp patch of pre-cum on the front of my briefs and he buried his face in my crotch and started licking and biting my ball and cock through the material. I leaned forwards and ran my hand down his back and into his shorts. I felt the warmth of his arse as I worked my way into his crack. He moved forward to easy my access as he pulls my briefs down and at last released my throbbing 8" knob. My finger found his mancunt and I started to probe it just as he began deep throating my cock. It was obvious from the ease of my access and also the way my 8" slid down his throat that this wasn't his first time. Gary was a good cocksucker and as much as I was enjoying the experience I wanted to see his body and get my hands and mouth on his cock. I removed my finger from his hole and push him back on the bed. Kicking off my briefs I fell on the bed and kissed him long and hard on the lips, as I did this I pull his t-shirt off and tugged away at his shorts. Within seconds we were both naked except my dark blue socks and his white sports sock.
I was proud of my body but fuck he had the best body I had ever had seen, smooth upper body beautiful pecs and lovely dark nipples. I six pack with a tiny bit of hair round his belly button leading down to a dark black bush which as a crowning glory had a massive 9" inch monster with big bell end and low hanging hairy balls. I worked my way down to it stopping off at his nipples, always been a "tit" man and ordinarily I'd have worked on them for ages but I was eager to sample the delights of his balls and cock. As I reach he crotch the smell of sweaty was over powering and I felt dizzy with it. I took his cock in my mouth tasting the pre-cum, then as I start to suck and swallow more n more I began to tug at his balls, after about 3 minutes of sucking I left his cock and started on his balls, sucking one into my mouth then working on the other. I was going to work my way down toward his mancunt and start rimming his hole but I just couldn't bring my self to leave that cock. As I took it in my mouth again and start to play with his nipple I felt his body tense as he screamed "Fuck I can't hold on any longer" and with that he proceeded to shoot his load deep in my throat. I don't know if it was my imagination and because who it was but it tasted fucking great!
As his cock fell from my mouth and I wiped away drops of his cum, I looked up and smiled at Gary, "Mike mate I'm sorry it's been so long and you give such great head I couldn't hold on any longer" " No problems Gazza it was my pleasure" I replied. "There is one thing though". He looked at me with a worried frown on his face and asked what it was. "Your arse" I said with a smile on my face as I crept up his body again "you promised it to me" His smile returns as again we kissed, our body intertwined as I passed the taste of his cum into his mouth. As we kissed again my hand worked its way down his toned muscular back and found his mancunt! This time after probing with one finger I inserted another and started to widen his hole, for the second timer as we embraced I though this wasn't the first time he'd been fingered. His right hand was cradling my head as his left start to wank my 8" "Do you want to fuck me" he asked pleadingly already knowing the answer "Is the Pope catholic" I replied. With that he pull himself on top of me, pulling a part his cheeks he lowered his arse on to my face, my nose nudged into his crack as the smell of his arse together with his sweaty sock nestling against my head meet my nostrils, my head was clamped between the thick muscular thighs of one of England's greatest football players. Then my tongue started to probe away at his hole, from the moans omitting from Gary and the way he grinded into my face I could tell he was enjoying this as much as me. He then started to such on my throbbing member. We were in the position for five minutes or so before Gary moved away to his bedside cabinet and produced a condom. He managed to do this, open it and place it over my cock without my tongue leaving his mancunt.
Fuck me now he said as he moved off my face and maneuvered over my cock. "No Gary I want to FUCK you" I told him and with that he lie down next to me with his legs in the air. I moved in between his legs resting them on my shoulders, "One thing Mike" he said "don't be gentle I want you to fuck me hard" I grabbed his ankle and rubbed his foot over my face so I could smell his socks, they smelt so beautiful and with that manly sweaty yet still clean smell filling my head I could bear it no longer. We had no lube so I spat on my fingers and rubbed it into his cunt. Then I rammed my cock deep into him till my balls slapped against his arse. I leant forward and before he could scream in agony and pain I stuck my tongue down his throat and snogged the face off him as I fucked him hard. Normally being so experienced between the sheet I can last for ages but on this occasion I shot my load within minutes!!!
Within seconds of my cumming Gary shot his second load of the afternoon over his smooth tanned body. We collapsed into each other arms as our cum and sweat merged into a sticky warm love potion binding our two bodies together. "Thank you Mike I'd nearly forgotten how good it felt to be with another man," he whispered into my ear as we held each other. After what felt like an eternity I awoke to see Gary coming out of the shower with his body glistening and a towel wrapped around his waist. He explained that David and Victoria were coming round for dinner and asked if I'd leave but promised that he would contact me as soon as he got back from his pre-season training. I don't know if he meant it and to be truthful I didn't care, I just had the best sex of my life with GARY NEVILLE!!! I'm sure he did though as he wanted to fuck me next time and he promised me I could fuck him in his full Man Utd kit. And after all we never did sort out the scratch on his car!
If it happens I'll let you know...