A Moody Guy

Rob hadn’t noticed Padric or Will as they slunk through the factory’s back yard. He’d been looking for Padric’s new car, but as he walked from the Admin. building, off to the side of the main factory complex, he noticed the car parked across the street. Looking around quickly, Rob saw Padric leant against a danger sign, waiting for him. Rob turned to hurry through the factory’s deserted roadways, pretending that he hadn’t seen him.

‘Oi! you, Rob,’ Padric called after him.
Will leapt out from behind Rob, placing his rough hands on Rob’s arm.
‘Leave off!’ Rob growled.

Will ignored him, and laughed. ‘No need to get stroppy with me, mate,’ Will said. ‘We weren’t the ones up to no good.’
Rob tried to break away, but Will held him back. Rob grabbed Will’s hand and forced him to let go, they eyeballed for a few seconds, then Rob walked away from him.
Will looked back at Padric, and started following Rob. ‘You runnin’, Robert Neil?’

Rob turned to face both Padric and Will. ‘Don’t even think it, Mallon,’ He growled. ‘As for you O’Casey,’ Rob stood legs apart, pointing at Padric, ‘lay off.’ Rob ran his fingers through a wayward lock of his brylcreamed mane. ‘Stay out of my fuckin’ hair, you hear?’
‘So moody, our Robbie, in’ee, in his expensive shiny Italian-cut suit too,’ Will said sniggering. ‘But that little trip to the public fuckin’ bog of yours is ‘bout to become everybody’s big thing.’
‘Mr. Barnes, ain’t gonna like it, Robbie.’ Padric sneered. ‘And Father Wigfield-Hayes won’t be best pleased with you, man. Not after that episode with jailbird Johnny.’

Rob had stopped thinking about walking, he turned full on to Padric and stared at him. He stood there, his hands buried deep into the pockets of his sharp-pressed suit trousers, his fingers flexing and relaxing. If O’Casey and Mallon wanted trouble, then trouble it would be.

Looking at Padric’s naked forearms, he had to rein himself in from staring at them as their tattoos bulged across his taut muscles. ‘You tell whoever,’ Rob told to him, with very little conviction. ‘Who gives a fuck what people around here think. They can say what they like about me.’

‘Hey! he wants to get inside pokey, so he can be with Johnny.’ Padric blew kisses at Will.
‘Right!’ Will responded, teasing Rob with a song, ‘I’ll always remember, till the day I die..’
Padric took up the idea of the hit parade tune, and they both mocked Rob with it, ‘..Till the day I die, I’ll hear the cry..’
‘Ach! shut up you two,’ Rob snapped.
‘I don’t know about you, Robbie boy,’ Will leaned in toward Rob, ‘but if Padric tells me ‘bout how you came on to him in the shit house, I believe my mate. That means you was ladying for his knob. And it ain’t Padric who’s gonna be fucked here. We’ll make sure its taken out on you.’
‘Padric didn’t get stuck into anything he didn’t want to. So where’s your beef,’ Rob squared up to Will. ‘See, Mallon, I really don’t give a fiddler’s if he wants to get back at me - he loved it, and he knows it, whether you like it or not.’

Padric stood behind Will so only Rob could see him blush.
‘So like I say,’ Rob insisted, ‘if you want to tell Pope John XXIII himself, get on with it.’
‘I didn’t say I would,’ Will answered. ‘I said “if”.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean, Mallon?’
‘It needn’t go no further. Say the word, it’s up to you.’
‘Up to me?’ Rob almost exploded. ‘What are you after?’

Will side-stepped Rob, looking about to check if anybody else was still around. The place was empty, only the creaking silence of a chilly workshop taunted the air. He stepped back, closer into Rob.
Rob had no idea what was going down, only that he could smell Will’s body odour pressing in close. It was almost as Padric had reeked, when he sucked him off in the toilets outside the factory. Almost, except that Will carried more of the distinctive oil and tar that marked out their work.

‘Say what you want, Mallon. I have things to do,’ Rob spat, trying to quell his nervousness.
The faint musty scent coming from Will’s armpits reached Rob and started to stiffen his cock.
‘Do to me what you did for Padric, give me head, then maybe I won’t breath a word.’

Rob laughed, he thought it was a joke. But when he met Will’s eyes, it was plain to him this was no joke. The idea of Will Mallon as a queer, a great, butch fairy, wanting to have another dude do him was incredible. Yet that was what he’d thought about Padric O’Casey, and why he’d near shit himself when Padric turned up to cottage at the dingy public lavatory.

Will looked nothing like Padric, but in a way they were both outstandingly attractive. With firmish bodies, beginning to tighten up with labour, they shared the same infantile arrogance left over from school. Even now, as he lounged before Rob, Will couldn’t resist giving his greased back hair the Ed ‘Kookie’ Burns treatment. And Padric too smoothed the sides of his nature-given pompadour.
‘Right you are,’ Rob chuckled, his pulse rattling quick and loud in his ears.

Will Mallon wanting him to suck his dick was too much to take seriously. Although Rob’s prick swelled so hard he thought it might burst, still he couldn’t accept that this was anything more than an excuse to beat the living shit out of him.
Will stared at the front of Rob’s trousers, a broad form extended up and outward, and he smiled a deep satisfied smile. He lowered one hand to rub himself, for his own crotch was quickly expanding.
Rob watched Padric’s cock lengthen across his pants. The tent it formed in his grubby jeans was impressive, but compared to the full house rising in Will’s trousers it was like a great ‘B’ movie to go with the ‘A’ feature film. His mouth watered. Clearly Will and Padric shared more in common, a lot more, than their attitudes or their jobs.

Will reached out to cop a feel of Rob’s groin. Rob jumped involuntarily. But Will’s touch was sure, not soft, like a girl’s, nor rough as though intended to hurt, but wilful. Will knew what he wanted and how to ensure he got it.
‘It isn’t safe here,’ Rob caught hold of Will’s hand.
‘Sure,’ Will laughed. Pulling Rob close he ran a hand round Rob’s waist an over his arse.
‘You’d better not,’ Rob squirmed without effect.
‘Tight,’ Will responded, ignoring Rob’s protests. ‘Nobody’s in the workshop,’ he nodded for Padric to go in front. ‘We’ll be left alone in there.’
‘Won’t the watchman catch us?’ Rob whined.
‘We’re doing overtime for Snudge, so Bootsie’ll not bother us.’
‘Look,’ Rob’s protest became more insistent, ‘I can’t afford to be caught fucking around on the factory floor, you know that. Neither can you. Helen’s a nice girl, but you don’t want to get on the wrong side of your fiancée’s brothers.’
‘Shut up,’ Will snapped. ‘Nobody’s around, like I said, only us - and the dozy old watchman.’

Padric went ahead of them and entered the building housing the workshop. He stopped dead. So too did Will and Rob. Someone was coming toward them.
Rob’s dick was straining semi-erect in his trousers, begging to be set free. He tried to hold it back from view with his hands his pockets, but it wouldn’t let back up. Will too had a panic attack, so he hitched his shirt tails out over his trousers to hide his massive bulge.

Padric stood back to hold the door open. It was the watchman, Bootsie, or Ben Booten.
Mr Booten spied them cautiously as he went passed. ‘Don’t forget to clock out,’ he warned.
They checked Snudge had gone too; Mr Fraser-Snudt’s office was blissfully empty. So they went up the short flight of stairs to the privacy of the storeroom. Padric first, with Rob between him and Will. Will squeezed Rob’s butt and then smacked it, hard. ‘That’s one nice fuckin’ arse,’ he remarked.
‘Right,’ Rob rebuffed the complement. He was far too wrapped up in fear and excitement.

Cool lamplight filtered through the years of dirt on the high storeroom windows. The latiswork of Blitz tape, slowly mouldering away on the panes, giving the floor a faint hallway yellowed glow.
Their feet echoed as they cleared a way through boxes and crates. Almost before they had entered, Will stripped off his shirt, and throwing over a chair he worked up a sweat in his figure hugging vest. Rob struggled to keep himself from admiring how beautiful Will’s semi-naked torso was, right there beside him, with the light gathering in loving fingered strokes on his hard chest, accentuating each fibre and every turn.

Will flexed his arms, the muscles were disturbingly flawless in proportion, like a model in an under-the-counter, brown bag, naked male magazine bought in Soho.
Padric and Rob watched him in the sheer joy of beholding beauty at work.
Will had arranged the boxes to give them even more privacy, and plenty of time to cover up should they be disturbed. He kicked up on to a few tea chests formed into throne, and started to unbuckled his trousers, pulling the button flies apart and folding the gapping flaps down.
‘Come!’ Will said. ‘Up here.’

Padric grabbed Rob’s neck, forcing him to climb on the lower chest while Will sat above him, his legs spread and his cock straining at his shorts.
Will’s cock struggled to fit through the slit in his old boxers, and only succeeded with the help of Rob’s teeth ripping at their seems. His meat was thicker than Rob’s wrist, it took both Rob’s hands wrapped round it, his mouth aching open to accommodate it, and still more of the shaft remained untouched. A exquisitely firm, straight uncut pole bobbed against Rob’s face.
The thick ten inch long brute was pointed by Will toward Rob like a space rocket primed, aimed and ready to shoot off at its target, the back of Rob’s throat.
Rob drooled, but even at the thought of having that meat heading toward his throat, he gagged.

Will bent over Rob as he took his knob, holding the back of Rob’s head he pressed forward, almost dislocating Rob’s jaw with the mass weight of his cock.
Rob pulled back, gasping. ‘Please!’ he cried, ‘I’ll have to take off my suit, it’ll get ruined.’

Rob hopped from the tea chest and straight away started to strip down, the chill air of the cooling factory was far from his mind. He looked at Padric and Will as they inspected him. Unfamiliar still with the idea of other men leering at him as he took off his clothes, he tried to get it over with as quickly as possible.

When Padric also began to peel down his jeans, Rob slowed his own strip, turning it into a private striptease. Rob pulled off his crisply starched shirt. Running his hands across his chest, he played with his chill-hardend nipples. Unfastening the zipper of his figure hugging trousers, he lowered them slowly together with his y-front pants. And naked apart from his black socks he walked back up to the tea chests. Standing there, tantalisingly erect, right in front of Will, Rob knelt down to swallow and release Padric’s huge knob. His powerful dick sprang about wildly, waiting for Rob’s voracious mouth to let it back inside once more.
‘Do it!’ Will called down to them.

Pulling Padric to him, Rob set his legs trembling as he worked between knob and foreskin. A series of low groans grew into loud gasps as Rob took Padric to the point of orgasmic release.
Padric tugged his cock from Rob, only to force him to work on his tight-sacked hairy balls.
‘Paddy,’ Will interrupted yet more unmuffled growls, ‘go put the wireless on. It’ll keep prying ears happy.’
Giving Rob a perfect view of his awesome, defined ass, Will turned away to slip out off his clothes. He must have known just how breathtaking his body beautiful act was, he turned, stopped, restarted and finally presented himself for adoration with a professional ease.

Precum oozed from Rob’s dick, hoping against hope that in a few minutes his tongue would be exploring the crack in that butt above his head, frenching up an arsehole.
Wheezes and clacks sounded from the old storeroom radio. ‘This is the B.B.C. Home Service. Here is..’ a rounded-plumb accent came and went. ‘Tonight on the Light Programme..Semprini and the Starlight Orchestra will entertain..’ also crackled in then out.
‘Try Luxembourg, Paddy. Or Hamburg even.’ Will shouted.

The familiar strains of a pop music programme burst from the radio, shaking the dusty cloth cover over the speaker. ‘There you go,’ Paddy laughed, as a fading voice introduced Presley laying into the little sister of a big sister who’d done him wrong.
Putting his hands on Will’s calves, Rob brought his face up to Will’s legs, then closer still to his crotch. He opened his mouth, inviting Will to point his dick down and run it along his warm tongue by bending at the knees.

‘Yeah! Little Sis, doncha do what your big sister done,’ Will snarled along with Elvis. He groaned and his big sweaty nutsack bounced as he dropped down into Rob’s mouth.
Rob managed to take a lot of Will’s cock in his throat without choking, and with the rest he did his best to lick at it or stroke it.
Will stood up, pulled Rob up on to the tea chest, then thrust his hips forward hard. Sending Rob all but reeling, Will slammed five inches into Rob’s mouth and drove three more in, pushing passed the back of his throat. The remaining two thickest inches just wouldn’t go down his throat without a struggle.

Rob grabbed hold of Will’s butt to gain some balance, but gagged with the merciless thrusts.
‘Swallow me,’ moaned Will.
Rob drew Padric to him as he clambered up on to the chest and wanked beside them.

Will grabbed Rob by his ears , slamming his dick with full force all the way down his throat. Although Rob was gagging he refused to resist, so Will pressed Rob’s mouth hard up against his wiry, ginger pubes. He pulled back, leaving only his knob in Rob’s mouth and gyrated, and pulled out fully, leaking his precum all over Rob’s face. Without warning, Will pushed Rob’s face away with the palm of his hand. ‘Now it’s time Paddy,’ Will ordered.

‘Bend over,’ Rob told Padric. He did as he was asked, his broad arse cheeks spread a little. Rob pried them further apart. Even with the cheeks apart, Rob wasn’t able to see his cherry clearly. Still the moment that his tongue connected with Padric’s tangy hole, trembling shook the crates. Rob slowed off, offering gentle circles on the rim, ready to jam his tongue right up his arse.
Will enjoyed the groans coming from Padric, so he asked for a swap. Rob fingered the dark hairy slit, uncovering a tiny virgin-tight rosebud cunt. He started with long, loving kisses, then began to work faster as Will bit down on his arm to hold back his groans.
‘God!’ Will cried out, ‘No one ever mentioned anything about this.’

Rob went on eating his cunt, thrusting his tongue into the smooth warmth of his rectum.
‘Fuck!’ Will bellowed. He held on to a tea chest just to keep up right as he twisted on Rob’s face. ‘Oh! bloody fuck, Paddy, you’re so damned, bloody right...’
Rob had shoved the tip of his index finger up Will’s ass, not enough to freak him, but enough to have it sucked in up to the knuckle.
Padric was wanking away like mad, but he got off the cases and got down to working up Rob’s arse. He spread Rob’s cheeks, spat at his hole a few times, then buried his mouth on the opening split. His dick was painfully hard so he grabbed Rob’s hips, and directed his pulsating meat at the waiting hole.

Rob prepared himself to take Padric, he dug his face inside Will’s crack, taking a firm hold of his legs too as he lost his tongue up his sweet, hot hole.
With an effortless shove, Padric forced his cock into Rob’s hole. Gripping him by the hips, Padric pounded his arse, with long, slow, easy strokes. Rob’s butt compressed back up against Padric’s heavy stomach as he went far deep inside Rob. Sweat formed on Padric’s brow, soaking his mop of jet black curls and trickled in little streams over his matted hairy chest. ‘Fuck! It’s gonna blow,’ he screamed, ‘I can’t hold it..it’s gonna..’ Padric shook in uncontrollable spasms.

Even before Padric had finished and flopped out with his seed, Will hopped of the tea chests and stood ready to mount Rob’s spunk lubed cunt. He took a hold of Rob’s cheeks, pulled him over and pressed his hand on the small of his back so that he arched up his gash.

Will was breathing fast, his muscular body already quaking at the prospect of penetration. He shuffled to get the best angle then launched his cock at Rob’s cunt.
The throbbing of an instrumental group gently rocked the wireless on its shelf, and it helped shadow Rob’s little cries as Will’s knob dilated his ring.
All the way Will pressed, slowly, surely, up Rob’s arsehole. The sensation of his soft hugging flesh enclosing his hard dick immobilised Will briefly before he fucked Rob’s cunt good and hard. Reaching his own special place for ecstasy, Will’s whole body tensed into a rocking motion.

‘Fucking hell!’ Rob sputtered. He gritted his teeth, by biting down on Will’s abandoned vest, crushing what he thought would be the greatest shriek he’d ever have to make. Still he yelped.
‘Don’t scream out, cunt,’ Will said, suddenly increasing his thrusts. ‘Just shut the fuck up.’

‘Do me, man!’ Rob looked round to watch Will ram home. Rob growled again as Will churned his insides, a head staggering bliss forced Rob to cast himself prone on tea chest.
Will lessened the intensity of his thrusts so he could bend over Rob’s body to pull his head up by the hair. With nibbling kisses, he caressed Rob’s spine, then he reached around to his belly, seized his dick and wrenched it into full spewing erection.

Rob couldn’t hold back on his scream any longer, so he stuffed Will’s vest into his mouth and let everything go with the eruption of spunk bursting from his balls.
Will cried too. Tearless sobs vibrated as his whole body spasmed, his cock pulsating to ecstatic release inside Rob’s arse. Will continued to convulse, a slow torrent of cum raging out of his balls finally subsiding into sporadic bursts.

And standing above them, Padric shot another sticky load, this time over both Will and Rob. ‘You see!’ he crowed. ‘What did Padric tell you?’
Two hands grabbed at Rob’s waist, another hand pawed at his bum, as he smoothed out the creases on his trousers. The naked oil stained fingers were given sharp raps. He didn’t have to turn around to know that Padric and Will were teasing him.

‘Leave off,’ he snapped, tucking his dick comfortably inside his his y-front briefs. ‘You’ll muck up my suit.’ Tucked in, zipped up, and combed straight Rob headed for the storeroom door.
Padric laughed a big belly laugh, ‘Didn’t I say he was the best thing out?’
‘Hey! Robbie’ Will called, lounging naked and still striking a fantastically careless magazine model pose, ‘isn’t that your theme tune, mate?’
Rob stopped to listen to the tinny whine of the radio. He slammed the door as the echo of the song faded behind him, I’m A Moody Guy.