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Part Eight
Rick scurried into work, determined to stay away from Rhona as much as
possible. It was as busy day and he had to go sort out the Marketing
Director's laptop, which she had screwed up somehow. Rick spent an hour
trying to fix it remotely, but in the end had to her office to pick it
up and take it back to the office. Rhona, of course, was there and
wanted to know what he was doing. "She's important, Rick, don't screw it
up. Don't make me mad with you."
Rhona's mood became worse and worse during the day and she gave everyone
in the team a hard time. Rick began to worry about the next day and
their trip to Manchester. If she was in a mood like this tomorrow, it
would be a terrible trip, he thought. Finally, the shift came to an end,
and everyone else was out the door as fast as they could. Rick came back
to the office from delivering the Marketing Director's laptop to find
Rhona still there. He thought she had hadn't seen him, but as he went to
collect the bag with his shopping, she called out, "Rick, 8 o'clock at
Euston, don't be late." She glared at him as he turned to leave.
"OK, I'll be there."
"Oh, and don't forget what you need to bring."
Rick felt his face burning as she continued to stare at him.
"No. no. I won't." He fled the office as quickly as he could, hurried
back to the flat and rushed straight past Chris and into his room. He
flopped on the bed and started to thump the pillow in anger and
frustration. Why couldn't he stand up for himself? Why did he always
have to give in to what others wanted? He heard Chris tapping on his
door.
"Go away," Rick shouted.
Chris knocked again. "Rick, let me in, what's up?"
"Oh, come in if you want, I don't care. Nobody listens to me anyway."
Chris came in and saw Rick stretched out on the bed. He sat next to him
and stroked his back.
"Rikkie, Tell me, what's up sweetie?"
Rick shrugged his shoulders and turned his head away. Chris kept
stroking Rick's back for a while and then stopped, thinking it would be
best to leave him alone for a while.
"Please don't stop," he heard Rick say.
Chris smiled to himself and resumed his steady stroking. Rick eventually
turned over and looked up. "It's just..."
"It's just what, Rikkie?'.
"I don't understand what's happening to me. A few days ago, I would have
laughed if you told me what would I would be doing now. It's not just
you, it's Rhona too."
"Do you want to stop it, Rikkie?"
Rick groaned, "I don't know. I mean, I enjoy what we do, and it makes me
feel so good when we're doing, you know...things together."
"But?" whispered Chris.
Rick shook his head. "It's just, I feel so scared sometimes, that I'm
losing control of things." His eyes were glistening as he looked at
Chris.
"Does that make you feel bad, Rikkie?"
Rick blushed, "Not all the time, no. I kind of like it when you tell me
to do things. You make me feel wanted. I was so lonely before we, you
know..."
Chris gently stroked Rick's face. "Is that why you spent so much time on
porn sites?"
"I guess so, but then I found your site and everything changed. When you
invited me to watch and then when you did those things to me, I was so
confused. I mean, nobody ever took any interest in me in that way
before, and you made me feel so special, and wearing your panties, it
was so exciting. I liked the way it made me feel, so sexy and you were
there to teach me things. I'm not good at being in charge, you make it
easy for me."
"Don't worry, Rikkie," Chris wrapped his arms around Rick and pulled him
close. "I'm here for you, and always will be, I'll look after you."
Rick melted onto the embrace and on an impulse kissed Chris on the lips.
"I feel safe when I'm with you."
"That's nice, Rikkie I want to look after you, make you feel good, do
things that you enjoy." Rick almost cried at Chris's words, because
there was someone who would look after him, wanted him to be happy.
Chris pulled Rick up, "Come on, how about we go for a drink? My treat."
Chris led the way to a pub Rick had never been to before. They stepped
inside and Rick instantly knew that it was a gay pub. He hesitated, and
Chris took his hand and pulled him in. "Come on, don't be shy. They
won't bite, unless you want them to, that is." Rick looked at Chris in
horror.
"I'm joking, they're lovely in here. Everybody will love you." Chris
held Rick's hand as he pulled him into the pub, and then across to the
bar. Rick felt embarrassed to be holding Chris's hand, but it also felt
strangely nice he thought. He looked around, certain that everybody
would be staring at the two of them holding hands. Of course, nobody was
paying any attention to them. Duh, thought Rick, it's a gay pub. Chris
made his way to the bar, with Rick following behind, still grasping
Chris by the hand.
There was a stool by the bar and Rick sat down. Chris ordered their
drinks and whispered in Rick's ear, "Don't look now, but the guy to your
right is an actor." Rick, of course, turned to look and his eyes widened
as he saw the tall, good looking man next to him. He recognised the
actor and had seen a couple of his TV appearances. He usually played
hard man roles, but he had his arm around the waist of a pretty looking
boy who was looking up at the actor with adoring eyes. "He likes your
type," whispered Chris, "but the little twink he's with might scratch
your eyes out if you made a play for him."
Rick's head snapped back from staring at the actor and he felt himself
go pink. Chris leaned in and whispered again in Rick's ear. "Wouldn't
you like a daddy to look after you, Rikkie? Would you like to wear your
pretty things for him? Make him happy when he comes home and you drop to
your knees and take his big, hard cock into your mouth? Are you sure you
wouldn't like that Rikkie?" Chris ended by flicking his tongue against
Rick's ear which made him moan. "Nooo," whispered Rick, shaking his head
before edging closer to Chris and away from the actor.
To tell the truth Chris's words had the mages they conjured had sent a
shiver through Rick. Chris was talking to someone next to him and it
gave Rick the chance to surreptitiously glance at the actor. He was tall
and slim and looked older than he appeared on the screen, thought Rick.
His hair was long and well cut, and Rick was stuck by his piercing blue
eyes. The boy who had been clinging to the actor had disappeared, and as
Rick stole another glance his way the man smiled and said, "Hi, I'm
Scott, who are you?"
Blushing, he said, "Rick, I'm Rick."
"Pleased to meet you, Rick." Scott reached out his hand and touched
Rick's arm. "Well, Rick with the lovely brown eyes, can I buy you a
drink?"
Blushing even harder, Rick said, "Thanks, but I'm with my friend..." he
turned to look at Chris to find he had disappeared. "Oh, he was here."
"Looks like we've both been stood up, Rick. Let me get you a drink,
then."
"No. I'm sure he'll be back soon." Rick was desperately looking around
for Chris.
"Until he comes back what don't you have a drink and keep me company."
Rick looked up at Scott and he was struck by the dark brown colour of
his eyes, and the thought flashed through his mind that Scott was the
most handsome man he had ever seen.
"Oh OK, then. A Peroni if that's OK?"
Scott turned to the barman, and ordered two Peronis. Rick looked around
again, but there was no sign of Chris. Where the hell was he? Why had he
left Rick alone with this guy? Still, thought Rick, he wouldn't do any
harm to have a chat with the guy. You don't get the chance to talk to
someone as famous as Scott every day. Rick was feeling star struck, and
he found himself thinking Scott was very attractive. Scott turned to him
with their drinks and they clinked the bottles together.
"Cheers, Rick. I don't think I've seen you here before, have I? I surely
would have remembered someone like you."
Rick blushed and dropped his eyes before looking back up at Scott. "It's
my first time here. I came with my flatmate, Chris. He's the one who's
disappeared. But weren't you with someone?"
"Oh, you mean Carlo? Not really." Scott leaned forward close to Rick's
face and putting his hand gently on his shoulder. "He's pretty, but
nothing between the ears. It's like talking to a lamp post most of the
time. He can't string more than two words together." Rick felt light
headed as Scott kept his hand on his shoulder, giving Rick a close-up
view of his blue eyes.
"Are you and your flatmate an item then?"
"Oh no, we're just good friends." Rick knew he should go and find Chris,
but he couldn't break eye contact with Scott and his heart began to
flutter in his chest. "You're an actor, aren't you?" Rick blurted the
words out and Scott smiled.
"Yes, I am. Have you seen me in anything?"
"That thing you did last year about the army in Afghanistan, you were
great in that."
Scott grinned, "Thanks Rick, that's kind of you to say so." Scott took a
sip of his beer, then ducked his head towards Rick again. "Do you want
to know a secret?"
Rick nodded, his eyes wide open.
"You know the guy who played the bad guy? The one I killed at the end?"
"I remember." Rick could remember a small swarthy guy, playing a Taliban
warlord in the film.
"I fucked him all through filming. He's a little sissy really. Squealed
like a pig, when I had my cock in his arse. He could sure suck a cock
though." Rick's mouth dropped open and he felt himself blush.
"Oh, you look so pretty when you blush, Rick." Scott's hand dropped to
caress Rick's leg and he felt his cock begin to swell in his trousers.
Scott leaned closer to Rick and he whispered, "What are you wearing
tonight?"
Rick looked at him in surprise. "Whaaaat?"
"Are you wearing something pretty underneath your trousers?" Scott's
fingers slid across the front of Rick's trousers and squeezed his hard
little cock through the material. "Mmm, I see someone's pleased to see
me tonight." Rick felt his heart flip in his chest as Scott continued to
stroke his cock. He looked around in panic to see if anyone was watching
them, but nobody in the crowded and noisy pub was paying them any
attention. Rick closed his eyes and bit his lip as Scott continued to
tease his cock.
"You didn't answer my question, Rick. Are you wearing anything pretty
tonight?"
Rick could only nod, his face still burning and his little cock hard
from Scott's teasing fingers. Scott moved his hand from Rick's cock to
take his hand and moved it to Scott's crotch. Rick jumped a little as he
fingers brushed against a hard bulge, and he opened his eyes in surprise
as he realised it was Scott's cock he was feeling.
"Do you like that, Rick?" Scott was still whispering in Rick's ear, and
he felt dizzy as he listened to what Scott was saying. Scott covered
Rick's fingers with his hand and pushed them against the hardening
bulge. Rick knew that he should pull his hand away and leave, but
something in Scott's eyes made his stomach flip, and he began to stroke
Scott's cock. It felt big to Rick and he wondered what it would look
like.
As if reading his mind, Scott whispered, "Would you like to see it,
Rick? Maybe even touch it?"
Rick felt his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to stroke
Scott's cock through his trousers.
"Come with me, Rick." Scott grabbed Rick's arm and he slid off the
stool, feeling his hardness tenting his trousers. In a daze, Rick
allowed Scott to lead him towards the back of the bar and through the
door marked toilets. Scott pushed open the door and went straight
towards one of the stalls, pulled Rick in after him and slid the lock
closed on the door. Rick's thoughts were completely scrambled by now.
Half of his brain was telling him to run, and the half telling him to
enjoy what was happening.
Scott grabbed Rick's head and pulled him in for a kiss, and Rick nearly
passed out as Scott's tongue pushed its way past his lips. After the
initial shock, Rick began to kiss him back, and put his arms around
Scott's neck as their kiss became more passionate. Scott's hands slid
down to Rick's bum and pulled him tight against his crotch. Rick felt
Scott's hard cock pushing into him and he began to feel hot and
breathless. Panting, he broke the kiss and Scott said, "Show me"
Rick was confused, "Show what?"
"Show me what you're wearing, you little sissy." Scott grabbed Rick's
belt and started to undo it. Rick made a feeble effort to stop him but
Scott batted away his hands and then the belt was undone and his zip was
being pulled down. Rick's legs wobbled, and he thought he would faint as
Scott pulled down his jeans to reveal the white lacy panties Rick had
put on before he and Chris came out.
"So pretty, Rick."
Scott stroked Rick's cock through the lace and he closed his eyes as
Scott hooked his fingers underneath the panties to allow Rick's cock to
spring free. "Oh, it's so small and sweet." Rick's face burned once more
and then felt Scott's hands push down on his shoulders and with his
jeans now down by his knees Rick couldn't stand up and fell down to his
knees so that his face was right in Scott's crotch. Scott unzipped
himself and pulled his cock out right in front of Rick's mouth.
It was as large as rick had thought, and the head glistened in the dim
light. Rick was almost hypnotised by it as it swung from side to side in
front of his eyes. He looked up and Scott grinned down at him. "Come on,
get on with it, you know you want to."
Rick opened his mouth to speak, but Scott slid his cock straight between
his lips. It made Rick gag as Scott pushed it right in, and he thought
he was going to choke. Scott pulled back a little and Rick took a breath
before swirling his tongue around the head to be rewarded with a hiss
from above. Feeling Scott's hands on the back of his head, Rick had no
option but to keep sucking. Scott was moving his hips backwards and
forwards, driving his cock in and out of Rick's mouth. He panicked as
Scott's cock filled his mouth, but he managed to catch his breath.
"That's fucking great, Rick, you have a hot mouth." Scott kept his hands
locked to the back of Rick's head.
Rick's mind was spinning, but somehow, he kept on going as Scott pushed
his cock deeper into his throat. He felt Scott tense and lock his hands
around his head so Rick couldn't move. Rick felt Scott's cock twitch and
then spurt cum into his mouth. He gagged, swallowed most of it, but some
splashed out of the side of his lips.
"That was good Rick, you make a lovely sissy." Scott tucked himself back
into his trousers, pulled up his zip and unlocked the door. He stepped
over Rick, opened the door and patted Rick on the head. "Now, you can
brag you sucked off a famous actor."
Rick slumped against the wall of the stall and tried to wipe away the
cum from his lips and chin. He finally managed to stand up on wobbly
legs, and pulled his jeans back up. From outside he heard Scott's voice.
"With some practice, your friend will be very good one day."
Rick looked out and saw Chris outside staring at him. His eyes wide
open. Rick staggered forwards into Rick's arms and began to cry.
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