Fetish for nylon. The building site....continued. SeXStoRY

The continuing story of Vic the Teddy Boy, set in 1968... Vic smiled as the lad placed the cigarette behind his ear. "Imitation is the sincerest fuckin form of flattery." he thought to himself. "Ya made a right fuckin mess o'yer shirt." he said nodding at the lad's cum soiled nylon shirt. "It's your fuckin mess." said the lad grinning as he wiped the palm of his hand down his shirt front, smearing the slick cum over the nylon. "My names Vic by the way." said Vic as he stuck out his hand. "I know it is! Mine's Terry." "How'd ya know my name?" "I asked the men in the site hut." and then, as if reading Vic's thought's he went on; "cos I wanted to know who you were....cos I like your hair. I wish mine was like that!" He looked embarrassed suddenly and went back to loading the cement mixer. Vic studied him for a minute and then said. "You'd look fuckin good wiv a DA like mine. Yer hair needs cuttin though." "Maybe you could show me how to do it." said Terry hopefully. "Look, fuckin go an get yer hair cut at the Barber I go to. He's just round the fuckin corner ere. Tell 'im ya wan a fuckin DA like mine." "Thanks I will." said Terry cheerfully. "About what happened before..." Vic said in a hushed voice " I ain't no queer ya know just fuckin horny all the fuckin time." "I know, same 'ere." said Terry. "Don't worry I won't say anything." "Now get that fuckin cement mixed up. I ain't got all fuckin day." Vic said in a load voice.. Later on the two of them broke for lunch and sat down over near Vic's car. Vic told him all about how he'd bought it off a mate who'd done the special two tone paint job. "That car's got so much fuckin paint on it, it'll never fuckin rust, well not the body, and I keep the underneath fuckin oiled an fuckin rust proofed regular. That cunt's the best fuckin car I ever fuckin owned." he said proudly. Terry was suitably impressed, especially when Vic told him he'd take him for a drive one day. He gazed at Vic adoringly, admiring his glossy Brylcreemed quiff and DA framed against the red and white Vauxhall Cresta. To him Vic looked like the most handsome successful man in the world. "I gotta take a leak." said Vic and went and relieved himself next to the caravan that used to be the old site hut before they got the wooden one. The caravan was still used as an office sometimes when the architects came down to the site but most of the time it was empty. Terry joined Vic pissing up against the back of the caravan and the two men enjoyed the casual intimacy of it. He could see Vic's cock was half hard and his own soon stiffened as he shook it off. He wanted so much to just kneel down in the mud and suck Vic's greasy prick for him but he knew it was impossible. He wanted to take it in his mouth and run his tongue around the rim, he wanted to push his tongue into the piss slit and taste the pre cum as it oozed out. He wanted Vic to grab his head and push him down onto his hard prick and slide it right down his throat. Terry's throbbing cock gave a lurch as a glistening drop of cock drool ran out and down the shaft. "Fuuuuck." growled Vic, as he gave Terry a shove further behind the caravan, and before Terry knew what was happening Vic was on his knees in the mud with his mouth rapped around his aching cock, growling and grunting as he sucked hungrily and worked it to the back of his throat....... Terry couldn't believe what was happening as he looked down at the greasy Teddy Boy sucking his cock, and it was all too soon that he irrupted into Vic's hot mouth. Vic gulped it down and said. Mmmm that's almost as fuckin good as mine. I fuckin luv cum I do.......Now get back to fuckin work. Yer gonna get me the fuckin sack you cunt!"