Crawling Into Bed With Ed Fellows
And a Good Book (Strictly Personal)
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Silk sheets? Nah, those are for birds, not rugby players! Besides, Colin likes ’is cotton ones, bless ’im.
What are you wearing?
*grins* A smile. I ’ate wearing anythin’ in bed.
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
*sneaks a quick look at Colin.* Well, I keep a packet of chocolate digestives in me drawer, but don’t tell Col. He ’ates it when I get crumbs in the bed.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Oh, GAWD, don’t do that! NO ONE sees what’s in there, especially me rugby mates.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Who needs blankets? Sleepin’ with Col is like sleepin’ with a permanently switched on electric blanket…he’s always mosty toasty. S’why I love spoonin’……
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
You can try…. *grins again*
Some sappy Valentine’s story Col bought me. I dunno, though… Sounds a bit suspect to me….
I mean… Listen to this…
Ed laughed quietly. “You’d think it was my first lap dance, the way I’m goin’ on, wouldn’t ya?” He half turned his head to gaze at Colin. “Can you see where I’m comin’ from, though?”
Colin nodded. “You’re nervous, but there’s no reason to be. This is just something new, that’s all. And I’ll be there.”
“Hmmm. Think I’m more worried about what you’re gonna be up to.”
Colin cackled. “That’s ’cause you know me too well.”
He handed over the money and Terry wrapped a paper wristband around Ed’s wrist. “Okay, gents, if you’ll follow me.” He led them back into the main area of the club and then turned right to go up the staircase. Terry stopped outside the first door on the left and opened it. “After you.”
Ed stepped inside and took a glance around. The room was small, the corner of it having been made into a high, padded bench seat, which ran along two walls. A cocktail table stood in front of it, a stool next to it, lower than the bench.
“Go sit down, both of you,” Terry said with a smile. The music from the stage was clearly audible through a built-in speaker.
Ed went to sit down, but Colin stopped him. He sat in the corner of the bench, legs spread wide, and pulled the stool to place it in front of him. He patted the seat. “You sit here.”
Terry was watching them, grinning. “Oh, I like a guy who knows what he wants.”
Ed sat down and Colin’s long legs straddled his stool, his arms slipping around Ed’s waist, body snug against Ed’s back. “See? You’re gonna feel me the whole time.” Ed could feel Colin’s breath on his neck, feel his lips brush over the skin.
Terry quickly removed his boxer briefs and moved to stand in front of Ed. “What’s your name, big guy?”
“Ed.” He stared at the firm body in front of him. Terry wasn’t smooth like most of the strippers Ed had seen downstairs, and he definitely didn’t believe in manscaping. His dick was soft. Ed jerked his head backward. “This is Colin.”
Terry’s eyes gleamed appreciatively. “God, both of you are a real turn-on, y’know? All these muscles… ” The song came to an end and Terry straddled him, sitting on his lap. “Ready, big guy?” He waggled his eyebrows and rocked his hips, brushing his dick over Ed’s crotch.
“Before you get going,” Ed said swiftly, “just one thing. I don’t kiss, okay?”
Terry gave him a reassuring nod. “No problem, mate.” He arched his eyebrows. “But I do get to touch, right?”
Before Ed could say anything, Colin’s breath wafted against Ed’s ear. “That’s fine, ’cause we’ll both be touching him.”
The next song began and Terry put his arms around Ed’s neck and leaned in close to whisper. “This is gonna be fun.” Slowly he started to move, undulating his body against Ed’s, moving up and down, brushing his chest against Ed’s face. He flowed with the music, his movements sinuous and almost languid.
“He’s good-looking, isn’t he?” Colin said quietly, mouth at Ed’s ear. “What about that body? See how his abs ripple?” Ed jerked when Colin unfastened the button on Ed’s jeans and slowly lowered the zip. Ed’s breathing quickened when Colin slipped his hand under the waistband, under the fabric of his briefs, to wrap around Ed’s dick, which stiffened instantly. He loved it when Colin gave him a wank. Colin moved gently, pulling back the foreskin a little, making Ed moan.
Terry’s eyes glittered. “Fuck, you two are sexy.” He removed his arms and folded his arms behind his head, his body moving in a slow wave of lean flesh before Ed. Terry brought his hands down to Ed’s chest and began to unbutton his shirt, keeping the motion teasingly slow. “God, I love a man who’s furry.” He slid under the cotton and brushed his fingertips over Ed’s nipples.
“Bleedin’ ’ell.” The action went straight to Ed’s cock, which hardened even more in Colin’s fist.
Colin chuckled and addressed Terry. “He’s very sensitive there.” Terry chuckled in reply and tweaked Ed’s nipples, making Ed gasp. Colin gave a patient sigh. “And you need to get into the swing of this,” he told Ed. He let go of Ed’s shaft and leaned forward, grabbing Ed’s wrists and moving them until they were positioned to the rear of Terry. Colin covered Ed’s hands with his own and pressed until Ed was holding Terry’s firm arse cheeks. “You can touch, y’know. Terry sort of expects that.” He let go.
“Terry was waitin’ for that, y’mean,” the stripper said with a grin. Colin let go and Terry reached back to cover Ed’s hands. “Come on, big man, squeeze that arse. Make me feel like I’m doin’ a good job ’ere.”
Ed guffawed. “Trust me, you’re doin’ a bloody good job.” He shook his head. “I’m as ’ard as a bloody rock ’ere.” He stroked Terry’s arse, moving in slow circles.
“This is what we like to hear,” Terry said, grinning. He rotated his hips, pushing back into Ed’s grasp even more.
“And I’m definitely having a good time,” Colin added, his palm wrapping once again around Ed’s cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He kissed Ed’s neck. Colin shifted and now Ed could feel that hard body against his back, the erection that Colin rubbed slowly against him. “Feel how hard you’re making me?” Colin whispered.
“God, yeah,” Ed breathed.
In front of him, Terry stroked over Ed’s chest and then moved lower, letting his fingers drift over Ed’s crotch. “Does his hand feel good around your dick?” Terry asked, stroking slowly the bulge in Ed’s jeans. He pulled away and palmed his own cock, which thickened and lengthened. “Fuck, watching you two makes me wanna wank.”
“Then do it,” Colin said abruptly. “Let him see you make yourself come, while I work his dick.” Ed caught his breath at the words, but had no time to draw air into his lungs before Colin leaned close to whisper once more. “Want to see you shoot, Ed. Take the edge off. Then we’re gonna go all fucking night long when we get back to the hotel.”
His words lit a fire in Ed and he pushed out a long, low groan. “You two are gonna be the death of me.”