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It was over Sam had gone taken all his belongings, his cds, the cat, their surrogate baby the pair had said during happier times before the messy messy break up
Kyle sat in what remained of the flat the pair had built together the once vibrant blue of the lounge now faded by the sunlight
He had to move to start again there was nothing else for it, he was only just 23 he could do it, others did all the time
Kyle searched all the property listings for the perfect property, he had been spoiled by the first flat, the one he chose with Sam two and a half years ago
The rent was cheap the rooms spacious the kitchen newly fitted the area was quiet and central, walking distance to the sea and the town, bus stop right outside, train station not a million miles away
"we do have one property just become available" the hundredth gareth/becky beamed through teeth a little too white, a little too perfect
At the viewing kyles heart fluttered the way it had when he first walked into his old flat, something about this place felt like home
Due to good fortune his family paid all fees on his behalf "stop the tosser trying to worm his way back in" his mother had said hugging him protectively
To save on time and effort his parents hired moving men to assist with lugging the heavy furniture down the two flights of the old apartment up the newly decorated three floors to his new home
Three men turned up each looking very working class their hands calloused by hard graft each a man by anyone's standards
Terry was in his 40s he was short Scottish his balding head shaved his eyes two coal black pin pricks his accent so thick it made every word he said sound either angry or erotic
Paul was late forties, tall, middle aged spread forming but he was still relatively fit due to his work moving peoples furniture, his hair was gelled back and salt and pepper grey
Frank was the owner of the company he was fifty his hair long and tied back into a pony tail when working he wore thick glasses which hid a chunk of his face, he was slender
The three of them wore wedding bands but it wasn't hard to imagine them playing away with clients
Kyles cock stirred he couldn't lie these three were just his type rough older straight guys the sort who after a few beers could be persuaded to let Kyle suck their musty smelling cocks
"how longs it been?" Terry asked Paul as they carried kyles sofa down the winding stair case
"2 months, I swear mate my nuts are fucking aching!"
Terry chuckled "I did wonder why you was limping"
"it ain't funny mate! You know how often I need my nuts drained!"
Terry nodded knowingly
"if it helps my missus has given me the cold shoulder last few nights myself!"
"really? She still sore?"
Terry nodded "don't see why she's complaining she's the one that wanted a threesome with two "real" men"
Paul nodded remembering fondly their night all those months ago fucking terrys wife with their big fat hard cocks, not once had she said no or to stop, she'd loved every second it wasn't till the morning after she complained she was sore and since then she had refused all sexual advances from her insatiable dirty husband
"you two stop bitching and get this kid moved!" frank bellowed
"sorry frank, Paul's got blue balls!"
"don't we all!" Frank said not looking up from his papers "my missus left me 6 months ago not found any lass willing to come near me!"
"lets face it the legend does proceed you" terry chuckled
"don't know what you mean!" Frank said itching his crotch showing off the tube of flesh which ran down his left leg
All three laughed hard
Paul returned to the flat to collect more boxes when something caught his eye
Kyle sat in what remained of the flat the pair had built together the once vibrant blue of the lounge now faded by the sunlight
He had to move to start again there was nothing else for it, he was only just 23 he could do it, others did all the time
Kyle searched all the property listings for the perfect property, he had been spoiled by the first flat, the one he chose with Sam two and a half years ago
The rent was cheap the rooms spacious the kitchen newly fitted the area was quiet and central, walking distance to the sea and the town, bus stop right outside, train station not a million miles away
"we do have one property just become available" the hundredth gareth/becky beamed through teeth a little too white, a little too perfect
At the viewing kyles heart fluttered the way it had when he first walked into his old flat, something about this place felt like home
Due to good fortune his family paid all fees on his behalf "stop the tosser trying to worm his way back in" his mother had said hugging him protectively
To save on time and effort his parents hired moving men to assist with lugging the heavy furniture down the two flights of the old apartment up the newly decorated three floors to his new home
Three men turned up each looking very working class their hands calloused by hard graft each a man by anyone's standards
Terry was in his 40s he was short Scottish his balding head shaved his eyes two coal black pin pricks his accent so thick it made every word he said sound either angry or erotic
Paul was late forties, tall, middle aged spread forming but he was still relatively fit due to his work moving peoples furniture, his hair was gelled back and salt and pepper grey
Frank was the owner of the company he was fifty his hair long and tied back into a pony tail when working he wore thick glasses which hid a chunk of his face, he was slender
The three of them wore wedding bands but it wasn't hard to imagine them playing away with clients
Kyles cock stirred he couldn't lie these three were just his type rough older straight guys the sort who after a few beers could be persuaded to let Kyle suck their musty smelling cocks
"how longs it been?" Terry asked Paul as they carried kyles sofa down the winding stair case
"2 months, I swear mate my nuts are fucking aching!"
Terry chuckled "I did wonder why you was limping"
"it ain't funny mate! You know how often I need my nuts drained!"
Terry nodded knowingly
"if it helps my missus has given me the cold shoulder last few nights myself!"
"really? She still sore?"
Terry nodded "don't see why she's complaining she's the one that wanted a threesome with two "real" men"
Paul nodded remembering fondly their night all those months ago fucking terrys wife with their big fat hard cocks, not once had she said no or to stop, she'd loved every second it wasn't till the morning after she complained she was sore and since then she had refused all sexual advances from her insatiable dirty husband
"you two stop bitching and get this kid moved!" frank bellowed
"sorry frank, Paul's got blue balls!"
"don't we all!" Frank said not looking up from his papers "my missus left me 6 months ago not found any lass willing to come near me!"
"lets face it the legend does proceed you" terry chuckled
"don't know what you mean!" Frank said itching his crotch showing off the tube of flesh which ran down his left leg
All three laughed hard
Paul returned to the flat to collect more boxes when something caught his eye