Jack can't see it, as he's facing forward again, but I notice another smile of pleasure appear when Mr Maxwell hears this. "So you only top when you go to Glasgow nowadays."

Jack looks over his shoulder again to give the assurance. "Aye, I've told you that a hundred times. Why would I need fucked by anybody else when I've got you humping me on a regular basis. I only go looking for what you won't give me... Now would you take a piece of your own advice and shut the fuck up. If you want to use your tongue, put it to better use."

I wonder for a moment what Jack means by that. It's a moment when Mr Maxwell appears to wonder as well, before a decision is made and I'm put to the wise. With the filthiest grin that almost has me spurting, he pulls his cock out of his fuckbuddy's arse, crouches down and takes hold of the buns, pulls them apart and buries his face in the crack.

Oh My God!

I can't believe my eye. Mr Maxwell is actually licking Jack's arsehole. And from what I hear next, he's not being shy about it.

"Christ, Archie! You're a star. There's nothing that will beat having your cock up there, but that tongue of yours comes pretty close."

It's more than I can take. As I hear and I see and I imagine the bliss, my whole body ignites in orgasmic fire and my balls erupt like never before.

"Oh God! Yes!" I cry as a gusher of spunk fires out of my dick to splatter against the workshop wall. More tries to follow, but a sudden calamity cuts the flow off.

"What was that?" asks Mr Maxwell as his face turns to me, eyes zooming in on the hole I'm looking through. "There's somebody out there, spying on us! Fuck! I kill the bastard, whoever it is!"

That's as much as I hear and as much as I see. In a state of panic, my world falling apart, I rise to my feet, stuffing my waning erection away, spunk still leaking to make a stain on my shorts. Stumbling, my legs not doing what I want them to do, I round the workshop and make a faltering dash for the gap in the hedge. But unlike this morning when I chased down every ball, I don't manage to move fast enough towards my target. My arm is captured by a massive hand and I'm spun around to be confronted by rage and a threatening fist aimed at my face.

"Harry!" cries Mr Maxwell as the blow is pulled back. "Oh fuck! No! No! No! Please! Please don't let this be happening!"