Fulfilling fantasies was a big part of my job, adapting to whatever the client needed and making sure they were left satisfied at the end of our time together. Sometimes they would be very specific in their bookings, other times they would leave it more open giving me some room to get more creative.

This could be a double-edged sword though. Sure, being creative gave me the opportunity to have fun with a request, but if it wasn’t what the customer had imagined, then they would leave disappointed and could even leave me a bad review. I’d gotten pretty lucky so far, but it was always in the back of my mind when the requirements were less specific.

That worry creeped in when I read the details of my latest appointment, other than the standard time and location details, all that it said was ‘Rugby Kit’. It had been a long time since I’d worn it, but tucked away at the back of my wardrobe, which, honestly, was getting more and more like a costume store, was my old Glasgow University RFC kit. I’d played a little while I was a student and I just hoped it still fit.

Slipping it on to try it  for size, I looked at myself in the full length mirror. It was nice to see the black and yellow stripes of my old team. I hadn’t worn them in a while, but the memories they brought back were making me a little homesick.

The black shorts were slightly too tight, but they showed off my plump ass perfectly. Checking out the front, I hadn’t put on any underwear and the outline could only be described as obscene. The silky fabric clung to every curve of my soft cock, leaving nothing at all to the imagination. You could even tell that I was uncut through the way the fabric wrapped smoothly around the head.

If it wasn’t for the risk of getting arrested for public indecency, I’d consider wearing them just as they are. I’m sure the client would love the view when I arrived, but no, it wasn’t worth the risk when the client had only paid for a couple of hours.

I rummaged through my underwear drawer and found a black jockstrap with yellow bands that matched the kit perfectly and stuck this on underneath, before finishing the look with my team’s signature bright yellow rugby socks that came up to my knees. Taking a moment to myself to bathe in the memories of Miles and my other friends from back in Glasgow, I took one final look and was ready to go.

When the door opened and the client saw me for the first time, I think something may have shorted in his brain. I knew I was good looking, it was an asset that was an important part of my work, but it was always nice when I could see the appreciation on the clients’ faces.

Trying to surprise a giggle, not wanting to seem rude, I said “Hi, Charlie is it?”

“Hi,” was all he seemed to manage before his brain tried to re-engage itself. “Charlie, yes, Charlie, that’s me- sorry,” he spluttered, stepping aside for me to walk inside.

“Nice to meet you Charlie,” I smiled, trying to put him at ease. 

Looking me up and down, he suddenly blurted out, “You look like a bee.” Realising what he just said he quickly followed up with, “Sorry, I mean your shirt, it, it’s like a bee.”

“Urm, thanks,” I said with a smile, making him blush.

Trying to look anywhere but my face, I saw his eyes roaming appreciatively up and down my body. Deciding to let him enjoy more of the view, I did a slow and deliberate twirl to show off the full kit. As my ass came into view for him, I heard a whispered “wow” slip from his lips.

I’m glad I’d picked a jock to wear under my kit, I knew the outline of the straps would be showing through the fabric and nicely lifting my cheeks to make them look juicy and firm. If he hadn’t seemed like he was about to bolt any minute, I’d have teased him about liking what he could see, but instead I continued my turning until I was back to facing him. Keeping a reassuring smile on my face as I did.

He stood there just staring at me, not knowing what to do. So I tentatively stepped forward and placed my hand against his soft cheek. “Do you want to show me to your bed, Charlie?” I asked softly, almost like a parent might speak to a small child.

Perhaps not trusting his own voice, Charlie nodded and I held out my hand so he could lead the way. We walked through the spacious apartment with me following behind him. We got to his room and he let go of my hand before rubbing it on his jeans, “Sorry, I’m a little nervous.”

I smiled and gently cupped his face again, “You apologise a lot.”

“Sorry,” he looked so adorable standing there with his brown curls flopping over his face and his stunning eyes staring up at me. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t quite place who.

“May I?” I asked, hoping he’d let me take the lead as he was so nervous. Silently nodding his agreement, I leaned in and gently kissed his lips. They were soft and tasted like cherries. It was brief, but as we parted I could see the lust for more in his eyes.

“Was that ok?” I asked, checking in that I hadn’t freaked him out.

“Please,” was all he managed to whimper before he was pressing his lips to mine with much more intent than our previous embrace. It wasn’t aggressive, just determined, verging on passionate. I felt his tongue press against my lips and I willingly parted them to deepen our kiss.

On instinct my hand reached up into his curls and I started to lightly pull on them eliciting a moan that suddenly had me remembering who he reminded me of. Shocked that thoughts of Olly were seeping into my brain, I abruptly broke the kiss.

Charlie had a sad look in his eyes, “Sorry, was that…was that not ok,” he stammered out, looking like he’d done something wrong.

‘Get your head in the game David,’ I mentally scolded myself.

Cupping his cheek again, “No, no, I’m sorry, I loved that,” I hoped I was reassuring him. There was still doubt in his eyes, and I hated that I caused that. Placing my hands under his ass, I lifted him off the ground with ease and carried him over to the bed. Placing him down carefully, I climbed on top and hungrily pressed into his mouth once more, as I ground my crotch against him.

As the intensity built from the kiss, I felt him run his hands down my arms towards the bottom of my rugby shirt. He started to lift it up my chest slowly as we kissed. I eased my body up off of him just enough to give him room to undress me, not breaking the kiss until I had to.

Once my shirt was discarded to the floor, our lips were reconnecting with passion and fire. My fingers were once again in his curls, as he moaned into mouth more and more. His fingers scraped down my back and images of Olly once again flashed through my mind.

I tried to focus on the sweet man beneath me, letting his tongue swish and flick around my own. Now was not the time to get distracted and risk spooking Charlie again.

Coming up for air, Charlie sweetly asked, “Can I…Can I kiss you?”

“Erm, you know that’s what we were just doing right?”

Letting out a cute little giggle, “Oh, yeah…I just mean, you ,” he said, waving his hand in the direction of my chest.

Oh-

“Of course you can, I’m all yours to do whatever you want Charlie,” I reassured him.

Realising that I wasn’t going to say no, or stop him from exploring, Charlie made room for me to lay down so that he could get on top of me and start kissing his way around my body. Sweetly, little pecks were dotted over my neck, my chest, my arms. He took each of my nipples into his mouth in turn and sucked on them, lightly biting down causing a sting that had my cock bouncing inside my jock.

Charlie seemed to be working around my body in a clockwise motion, sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking, sometimes peppering my skin with soft little bites. Each action was electrifying and the mystery of what he would do next had my head rolling back onto the pillow in delight.

With his hands on my hips, he looked up at me again. Before he had a chance to ask, I raised my hips and allowed him to pull the tight shorts down my legs and off to the floor to join my discarded top.

“Oh wow,” he gasped seeing me in just my jock and socks, my cock clearly struggling to escape from inside its confines.

“Can you, erm….” Charlie started, but was clearly shy or unsure about what he wanted to ask.

Leaning forward to face him, I reminded him, “Whatever you want, just say the word.”

Covering his face so he didn’t have to look at me as he asked, “Can you get on all fours so I can rim you?” his voice slightly muffled by his hands.

I simply smiled, and flipped myself over so that my ass was on display right in front of him. I just stayed there for a few moments facing away from him with nothing happening. Then I felt it, Charlie’s tongue made tentative contact with the outside of my hole. For someone so shy, he certainly had a talented tongue when it came to everything else.

It didn’t take long before he was pressing inside me, licking me from the inside out with the same passion as when he was kissing my mouth just a few minutes ago. It felt amazing, I was so lost in the feeling and just letting Charlie enjoy himself behind me.

I was moaning, and groaning at all the sensations Charlie was eliciting in me. “Ohhh, don’t stop, that feels so good,” the praise caused his tongue to press deeper still, Charlie’s face right against my jock-clad cheeks.

“Ohhh, wow, oh, Olly!” I moaned. The motions inside me stopped and I felt the cool breeze of air against the moisture around my hole that now felt empty. I turned to look behind me, to see what happened.

Charlie sat back on his legs as he asked, “Did you just call me Olly?”

What- “What?”

“You moaned my brother’s name, while I was…” he didn’t finish his sentence, we both knew what he meant.

Shit, why did I scream Olly’s name, wait- “Brother? What?”

“My little brother, his name’s Olly. Wait, he didn’t book you too did he, that would be just…” he mocked shivering.

“It can’t be the same guy.”

“About my height, same curly hair, dark chocolate coloured eyes,”

“What!?”

Charlie pulled out his phone from the pocket of his skinny jeans and after searching showed me a picture of the two of them together. Sure enough, staring back at me was the trouble maker that had been popping into my dreams more and more recently.

“Oh shit,” I gasped.

“So is he?”

“Is he what?”

“One of your clients,” Charlie started to sound like he was panicking.

Carefully placing a hand on his arm, I replied as best I could, “Erm…no…no, not exactly.”

“Then, how do you know him?” Charlie demanded

I knew I didn’t have to answer him. I knew even if I did that I could keep the details limited, but I was feeling vulnerable. I needed to tell someone what was going on in my head, so before I knew what I wanted to say, the words were spewing out of me.

“We met at a bar and hooked up, and since then he’s been stopping by mine uninvited. Then we hooked up again and it was like sparks flew between us. I haven’t really been able to sleep without him appearing in my dreams, and then today…God, those curls. You seemed so familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. Then I realised you reminded me of him, but you’re a client, so I just tried to push him to the back of my mind. Shit,” I looked down at my hands, I just took over-sharing to a whole new level.

Charlie placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked up into his piercing blue gaze. “It’s ok, really Liam,”

“David.”

“Excuse me?”

“My name, it’s David, not Liam. That’s just what I use for the agency,” it seemed I wasn’t holding anything in any more.

“Huh,” he smiled, “You won’t believe this, the whole rugby thing,” he continued gesturing at what was left of my rugby kit, “is because I used to have a massive crush on a rugby player at school, and he had a brother called David. He was a bit of a dick apparently.”

“Clearly this rugby player left quite an impression on you, for you to request this,” I gestured to my discarded rugby kit on the floor.

“Yeah, we met in form at school and he was so sweet, but he was super straight so I just tried to…admire him from afar.”

“Wait, wait, wait, this is probably way off the mark, but…please, don’t tell me your crush was on a guy called Nick Nelson!”

His mouth flew open, “What!!! How did you? How do you? You know Nick?”

I burst out laughing, who’d have thought that today I would have been rimmed by a guy who was not only the brother of my…whatever Olly is…and was my brother’s bisexual awakening.

I pulled out my phone and searched for a photo of me and Nick from last Christmas and held it out for Charlie to see. “Nick’s my brother, surprise!”

Now it was Charlie’s turn to burst out laughing too.

When we both calmed down I pleaded, “Please don’t mention this to Olly, he…doesn’t know about what I do for a living, and I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Of course, I won’t say a thing.”

“Have you spoken to Nick since Truham?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“No, we kinda drifted apart after he went to Leeds,” Charlie looked down-heartened again now.

“Maybe you should,” I hinted, feeling the mischievousness of Olly creeping into my words.