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I had been living in my house for roughly 2 years and felt that it was time
that I actually did some work to it. The wallpaper was old the carpet tatty
and I was definitely the more modern minimalist type. This house needed
some serious work. I could probably have done most of it, but it would have
taken me more than a good few weeks. Much like the introduction to this
story, it sounded boring as hell.
So let me set the scene, that eventually let to me having 2 hot boys
pounding my ass and getting my house decorated all for one price.
My name is Darren, you might know about my sexcapades already, but hey, if
not welcome aboard! At this time I was 22, young hung and no longer living
with mum. I loved my house, but I loved hunky boys too. And i loved that
they would come/cum and do some hard work for me.
I knew a friend from school. Matthew he left a few years before we finished
but I had somehow found his details in a local handyman leaflet. Matthew:
painter, decorator and add jobs. I knew him to be straight but I was hoping
that the odd jobs related to hand and mouth. I remember him being shorter
than I was at school, deep dark hair with brown tempting eyes. He always
had a slight tan but swore he never used the sunbeds. Thin, yet secretly
withholding a six pack from anyone who was not lucky enough to have been in
his class and see him naked in the showers. Of course that meant I had also
seen his cock. To be fair, he did in a round about way tell me to look at
it. We used to sit beside each other in computers class. I always had my
leg pressed up against his, yet he didn't seem to move it. One day I had
picked up enough courage to whisper to him, "how big is yours?" To my
surprise and delight he whispered back, "big, look next time we are in the
showers and you'll see." He wasn't telling lies that's for sure. The next
week I managed to rest my hand on his leg for a few seconds. Again he
didn't seem to mind. Anyways that was Matthew. Now after so many years I
was going to phone him up and ask him to come fill in my holes, and do some
painting.
The phone call seemed to go fine, why wouldn't it. Like most tradesmen he
used a mobile, so after the initial call he kept in contact by text.
Sending one an hour before he arrived. I felt nervous to say the least. It
was like being back in school I was getting nerves in my stomach just
because someone was coming to do some DIY. Yes the other factor was that
the person was hot.
Matthew's van pulled upside my house and I paces from the living room to
the front door several times. It seemed to take him ages to get out of the
van and to my door. When I saw him though, the nerves doubled, possibly
even quadrupled. He was as stunning as ever, although with now had a bit
more stubble. He came up to the door, which I opened before he could wrap
or ring the door bell.
"hey Darren" he said "I thought it was you" thankfully he remember me. So
at least there wouldn't be any awkward greetings. He extended his hand to
shake mine. I had never touched his hand before, so this was pretty
exciting, yet a little sad, after all it was only a handshake.
As I invited him into the house I heard the van door on the opposite side
close. I fixed my eyes on that direction and watched as a young 18 or so
boy walked round. Blond, tall, thin, and just as every bit as sexy as
Matthew. How on earth was I going to cope with two incredibly hot guys
working in my house. I wouldn't, I'd soon find out.
"Alan this is Scott, he'll be helping out with some of the odd jobs you
need done, where do you want us to start?"
I said hey to Scott and asked them both to follow me upstairs to the
bedroom which I wanted decorated.
"so, I want the wallpaper removed, the walls a re plastered and then
painted antic cream."
"Not a problem" Matthew said as he set some of his gear on the floor. "we
can start now. Scott ca you get the steamer from the van?"
Scott's velvety voice responded with a yes sure and he left to get the
steamer. I was left alone with Matthew.
"so Alan, been a while since computing class, hasn't it?" he said clearly
indicating he remember the days I wanted his cock. "so are you still...?" he
didn't finish but I knew what he was trying to say. I responded yes. "cool
mate, can't believe how long it's been. About 6 years now." I was good he
seemed alright with everything. It made me feel a lot more at ease. "ever
wish we..."
At that point Scott came up the stairs with the steamer and Mattew's
sentence remained unfinished.
"ok I'll get out of your way and leave to it" I said as I left the room,
brushing past Scott I could have sworn he left one had at his side to
purposefully brush against me. The air was certainly getting hot around me.
I saw Scott grin at me as I walked down the stairs.
It must have taken them a few hour to get the wall paper off the walls
plastered. I was in the kitchen when Scott came down the stairs with the
steamer and some bags of stripped wallpaper. He looked back at me and
smiled, I smiled back at him, wished I was sucking on his cock. He came
back in and instead of heading back upstairs to the room he came to the
kitchen.
"can I get a glass of water?"
"sure no problem" I said as I reached for a glass. He reached to take it
from me resting his hands on mine a while.
"Scott come here a sec" Matthew called from upstairs.
"maybe later" Scott said softly to me, as he winked and let go of my hands.
"coming"
I set the glass down. Maybe later what? I wondered. Perhaps I was being a
bit hopeful. With that thought trialling off, both Matthew and Scott came
down the stairs with the rest of their gear.
"Alan well be back tomorrow to finish things off and paint the room when
the plaster dries ok?"
"yes that's fine" I responded as I walked to the front door to see them off.
"I'll text you later with a time I'll be here at. Probably be the morning
though."
"that's great with me.". I said thinking in my head anytime as long as its
a long time. I saw Scott smile and watched as he left a bit of paper on the
table at the door. He followed Matthew out and they got in the van. Leaving
me exhausted from the sexual desires fillin my body.
I walked to the piece of paper, unfolding it.
I want you to suck me.
Text me
His mobile number was at the bottom of the scrap. I gulped, and my cock
hardened. Yes please I said to myself.
End of Part 1
I held the scrap of paper in my hand for a few moments wondering what I
should do. Matthew and Scott would be coming back again in the morning to
finish the room. If I text Scott now it might make a tense environment in
when try arrived. But he was offering the opportunity to suck him off. A
nice 18 year old cock. I had to slap myself Scott was a person and I was
thinking of him as a piece of meat. I do love meat.
I resisted texting him but added his number to my phone. Save it for
later, never know when I might need it. I made myself some dinner and sat
down in the living room to watch something I tv. I wasn't really hoping
for anything in particular just something to keep my mind off texting
Scott. I was an hour into watching some documentary when my phone buzzed,
it was Matthew.
Will be there 9 in the morn, see you then big boy.
I thought that a little strange coming from Matthew, but it made me smile.
A straight guy with a flirtatious sense of humour. I replied back you're
the big one, remember? See you in the morn. He didn't reply so I went back
to watch the documentary.
It was about 9 o clock when I checked the time again. My evening was going
in well. A glass of vino, some shitty tv, and the thoughts of a blond boy
pounding my ass. My cock was directing me and it wanted me to send a
text. So what if tomorrow would be awkward. I'd have sucked the cock of a
hot blond boy and who knows what else. I reached for my phone and typed a
text.
Come round now and I'll suck you off then. Darren.
I closed my eyes and hoovered my finger over the send button. Took a deep
breathe and pressed down. The text sent.
Oh fuck I thought when I saw who I had sent it to. I had somehow managed
to reply to Matthew's text. Don't get me wrong I wanted to suck Matthew
off from the day I first wanted to suck anyone off. He was my school boy
crush and now he was a hot painter/decorator. There was no response. At
least 30 minutes passed and still nothing. Panic hit me fast. A cold
sweat cloaked me. Buzz buzz. A text. Was it from him? I didn't want to
look at my phone. Again closing my eyes I reached for it, picking it up
bringing it closer. I opened my eyes and read the message on the screen.
1 new message with the name Matthew Neish underneath. Jesus fucking Christ
I thought to myself. What is he going to say. I slid the bar across my
phone unlocking it.
Will be there in 15. M
What!!! Fear changed to confusion to pure excitement. Matthew was going to
come here he wanted me to suck him off. Pacing the room was becoming my
speciality, it was about 20 minutes before Matthew arrived. He softly
locked my door. I swallowed hard and walked to open it.
"Hey bud, you alright". He said as he walked in he was carrying some beer
and a bottle of wine. To anyone one else this would have looked like a
home date.
"Yea I'm good, you?" I said sheepishly still playing over in my head what
was happening.
"great now you texted me. Was getting horny all day was even tempted to do
something with Scott" he laughed "seriously though Darren, you're hot, you
always have been. Just wish one of us had the balls back at school. Then
we could have been together longer."
Yet again it was one of those what!! Moments. Is Matthew gay, did he want
to be with me sooner. Too many questions and all I wanted to do was grab
him. Be patient I thought. He washer because I asked him over for a
blowjob. He brought drink so I thought to take it in a gentle stride and
let him lead the way.
He walked into the front room "beer or wine bud? Ah wine I see. Easily
sorted!" I heard him sit on the sofa and crack open a can of beer "you
joining me or am I gonna have to wank myself off?"
Another hard swallow and I walked in to the room. He was sitting were I
usually sit opposite the tv on the two-seater. He had left room for me to
sit beside him. He had taken his jacket off and was wearing a tight white
tank top and jeans. There were a few hole which I looked through to see
the hair on his legs. My eyes traced up his legs to his crotch and I
stared at his crotch. It seemed like seconds to me but he noticed.
"Jesus Darren you'll get to see, feel do whatever you want with me later in
bed."
That put me at ease; he had set the scene and the pace. Fun in bed after a
few drinks, I could manage that.. I sat down beside him, he smiled then
took a swig of his beer. I opened the wine and topped up my glass. We
watch some tv and talked about school days catching up on what we had
missed.
"I still remember that day you asked how big I was, ad the always looking
at me in the shower. I bet you used to wank about me every night."
"Well I..."
"It's ok, I don't mind. I wanked about you nearly every night too. You
weren't the only one looking in the shower.". He took another swig of his
beer then turned to watch the tv again.
"I always wanted to do more or web touch you."
"Like this?" he said as he placed his hand firmly on my crotch. He started
to squeeze as my cock for harder. I couldn't speak, I didn't try. I don't
want him to stop and he didn't. He held my hard cock through my track suit
bottoms firmly in his right hand. "let's go upstairs, I can't wait any
longer" he said letting go of my cock.
I led the way up to my room turning on the bedside laps. "well here we
are. Matthew I've wanted to be with..."
"shush" he said as he walked over to me. He put his finger I my lip then
moved into kiss. He was close to me his body against mine. I couldn't now
feel his hard cock pressing against me.
He continued to kiss me pushing me pack toward the king size bed that was
in the middle of the room. He started to lift off my tshirt and as he did
I ran my hands up under his feeling his firm stomach and chest. His body
was gorgeous, just like I remembered. Six pack and everything. We
continued to duress each other until we were both lying on my bed in our
boxers. Our hard cocks clearly evident through the fabric of what covered
our lusting meat.
His hand caressed my cock and I finally picked up the courage to fulfil my
long desire to touch his. The feeling was like immense pleasure seeping
through my skin. It was about 7 and a half inches long and hard as a
rock. He started to pull my black boxers down, I helped him by arching my
back and lifting my bottom off the bed. I lay naked on the bed, he sat
over me looking like he had conquered a prized possession. Hopefully that's
what he thought. He smiled before slowly moving his head closer to my
chest. He made a path of passionate kisses from my chest to my waist
line. He stopped before grabbing my cock again and consuming it with his
mouth. He took it all in.
The moist, warm feeling of his mouth gloved my cock, wit each movement he
made, each slide of his tongue against te shaft of my cock sent bolts of
warm up my back making my head spin with pleasure. He stopped for a moment
to move back up the bed to kiss me. Looking into his eyes I saw something
more than a one night luscious stand. I saw the boy i feel in love with,
the boy who should have been with me years ago.
"lift your legs over my shoulders" he said holding into my ankles and
starting to lift them. I pointed out to the beside table indicating the
use of a condom. He understood and brought one out. I watched as he slide
it over his firm shaft, knowing that within moments he would be sliding
his meat into me.
With my legs over his shoulders he began to guide his cock into my ass. He
pushed gently, careful not to hurt me in any way. He was very gentle, very
loving. I had expected him to be firm, hard and wild.
A rush filled me as he pushed further, his whole cock was inside me.
Before he moved again he checked if I was ok. I was. I was in a state of
bliss. Heaven had finally found me.
With the acknowledgement that I was comfortable he started to slowly pound
my ass. I could feel it. The room was warm, the passion was building as
he continued to push into me, the pull out. He had a Rhythm going starting
off with the gentle pace he build up to a faster more frantic pounding, I
grabbed my own cock and started to rub. Knowing it was Matthew pounding me
made the emotions, the pleasure, the horny desires stronger. He was
gasping, I was wanking. Both getting faster. He forced himself deep and
hard as he let out a groan as he cam within me. At the point he orgasimed
and pushed hard within me I felt a rush full my body as I arched my back
and shot a stream of cum up over my chest.
"we should have done this sooner" he said as he pulled out and cleaned
himself off. He threw me a towel to clean myself the got back into bed
beside me. "I like this" he said. "Shame I have to get up for work in the
morning. Good thing is, the boss is a hotty." he smiled and moved closer
to kiss me.
Tomorrow I'd be his boss. He'd be finishing off my other room. But so
would Scott. That could be awkward. "What about Scott?" I asked "how will
he get here."
"Don't worry already sorted. Told him I had to collect a few things and
I'd meet him here."
"All sorted then." I said. What will happen tomorrow, I thought?
End of Part 2
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I hope you enjoyed reading this story.
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