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Naked at Justin's House

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This is my first story. It is based on some real events.

Naked at Justin's House

I was 21 years old. I was working out of town at a construction job. For a while I would drive home every day, but it was an hour commute. I became friends with one of the other guys on the job, his name is Justin and he was 26 years old, 6ft, 190lbs with dark hair and he looked young. He had large muscular arms from working hard. I was 6ft 155 lbs. Justin had worked in construction much longer than I had so I usually worked with him and he was unofficially my immediate boss. I knew I was gay but I was in the closet. You just wouldn’t survive in a job like this being openly gay. So I had to hide my attraction to Justin. He seemed completely unobtainable. But I still liked being around him, and liked the fact that I was his subordinate.

One night he invited me over to his place to have a drink. I told him I didn’t want to drink when I had to drive that far to get home. He told me I could just stay at his house. I left my truck at the jobsite and jumped in Justin’s truck. While I had absolutely no expectation of anything happening I was excited to stay at his house and be around him. He had a house away from town and away from neighbors. The nearest house was a half mile away.

We went up some steps and into his front deck which overlooked the road going by his house. Justin sat down on one of the chairs and started to take off his work boots.

He looked up at me and said “white carpet, no boots in the house”. So I sat next to him and took my boots off. I had been working in the ditch that day and my pants had dried mud on them, but his were fairly clean. He told me I should probably take my pants off outside too, and that I could take a shower and he would wash my clothes. I took off my pants and socks and carried them as I followed Justin into the house wearing just my boxer briefs and shirt. I loved the feeling I had walking across his carpet barefoot, following Justin who was fully clothed. He showed me to the shower and took my clothes to be washed.

I went in the bathroom and stripped out of my boxers and shirt and put them on the floor. I got into the shower and started my washing routine. I heard the bathroom door open and I could see the outline of Justin through the bubbly glass shower doors. He stepped in and grabbed my clothes to be washed and left again. I couldn’t stop thinking that he touched my dirty boxers! I was a little jealous. I would love to hold his dirty boxers, and feel the dampness from his sweat, and see what they smell like. I then realized that I have no clothes. I finished up, dried off, put a towel around my waist and went to find Justin. Even though we weren’t at work I guess I was still going to him to find out what we will do next.

I walked into the living room and Justin was there drinking a beer.

He told me “There is beer in the fridge if you want one”. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

Justin said “Make yourself at home I am going to take a shower.” After he went into the bathroom I walked around his living room looking at his pictures and stuff on the walls. I couldn’t believe I was practically naked in Justin house! After I heard the shower start I undid the front of my towel and opened it up with my arms straight out to readjust it. And also to be completely naked in his living room even if just for a second. Then I sat down and started flipping through the channels.

When Justin came out he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Any hopes of him coming out in a towel diminished. I was dying to see more of his body but I just couldn’t seem to get a break. He sat down and I handed him the remote and went to the fridge and grabbed a couple beers.

When I handed him one he thanked me and asked me “Do you ever get tired of me being the boss?”

I said “No, you’ve treated me good and taught me a lot and I liked being told what to do.”

He said “That’s one of the reasons I have always liked you, you always do what I ask.” He went on to tell me that he broke up with his girlfriend because she was too independent, and he liked to be more in control.

Then he asked “Would you like to stay here during the week? It would save you a lot of time and gas.”

I said “That would be great, but I would like to pay a little for rent if I was going to stay”.

Justin said “How about if you just help out with some chores and we will call it even?” And of course I agreed.

We talked more about girlfriends and sex as we drank beer. I told him about a trip to the beach with one of my girlfriends a few years ago where I took all my clothes off and lay out in the sun naked.

“Could others see you?” he asked.

“Just my girlfriend, I could see people way off in the distance but they couldn’t tell I was naked.” I said.

“Did your girlfriend get naked?” Justin asked.

“No, she was way too shy, but I like getting naked in front of others, and the thought of someone else walking by really turned me on.” I said.

“Would you have covered up if someone else walked by?” he asked.

I said “I have thought of that a lot, and I am not sure. I would like to think that I would have just laid there and let them walk by, but I don’t know if I would have had the guts.”

Justin said “what if it was a guy?”

I said “That wouldn’t matter, I think it’s more about me showing off than who is watching.”

Then Justin did something unexpected. He said “Stand up”. Not knowing why, I stood up. He said “Take your towel off and go get me another beer.” I was in shock, I got a lump in my throat and my mouth went dry. I took a sip of my beer and dropped my towel. I walked to the kitchen and I could feel him looking at me from behind as I walked. My dick was semi hard and my balls hung really low swinging between my legs as I walked. Now out of view of Justin I opened the fridge and felt the cool air sweep over the front of my body as I grabbed Justin’s beer. I walked back through the kitchen and I took in all the feelings I was having. I could feel the dark stone tile floor under my bare feet, the cold beer can wet in my hand, and my dick now fully erect bouncing lightly as I walked. I felt more naked than ever before. The feeling under me feet changed to warm carpet as I walked across the living room to hand Justin his beer. As soon as I came into his view I felt very exposed, I could feel it all over my body. I was proud of my body though, even though I was smaller than most on our job I worked out and was toned.

Justin got up from his chair and said “Come on, I’ll show you your first chore.” I followed him down the dark carpeted hallway to the laundry room. My clothes were still dirty in a pile on the floor, so were his. He showed me where everything was to do the laundry and he walked back out to the living room. I put my clothes in the washing machine and I looked down the hallway, no Justin in sight. I grabbed his boxers and put them up to my face and took a breath. They didn’t stink; they had a manly sweaty smell to them. I felt dirty or perverted smelling them, but I wanted to experience Justin in any way possible. This was all I had for now. Then I put them in with the rest of the clothes and started the wash.

Justin got a phone call and had to bring some paperwork to his boss. By the time he got back the clothes where dry and I put my clothes on just in case someone came home with Justin. Justin told me we had to start early and we should go to bed. Justin showed me my room and he went to his.

I didn’t have an alarm, so Justin woke me by grabbing my shoulder with his hand and gently shaking me until I woke up. We went to work and everything seemed normal. Until halfway through the day he asked me to get his toolbox from his truck and then leaned over to me and whispered “You can keep your clothes on for this chore.” I got hard instantly. I couldn’t wait for the end of the work day.

It was a sunny day for a change and it was about 80 degrees. On our way home Justin said we should lie out on the back deck in the sun. Questions flashed through my mind – What will Justin wear? Will he go naked? Am I supposed to go naked or should I wait for him to tell me?

When we pulled up in the driveway Justin got out of the truck and walked over to my side of the truck. I had just got out and shut the door. Justin looked up the road, then down the other way. The he looked at me and said “get naked”. I took off my boots and socks and I could feel the warm concrete driveway under my feet. I stripped off all my clothes and Justin held his hands out for them. He told me to go out back and get some lawn chairs on the back deck for us and he walked into the house.

I walked by the side of his house and I could feel the grass between my toes. I could feel the sun all over my body. Completely naked I grabbed the lawn chairs and carried up the stairs to his back deck. Justin came out the rear sliding glass door….in shorts. A disappointment at first, then I noticed his body. He had a slight six pack and well defined but flat smooth chest. I was well defined and I am proud of my body, but he was bigger.

We sat out in the sun; I could smell his body odor since we had not showered yet. It wasn’t unpleasant at all. We talked as we lay in the sun and I would occasionally get so in dept with the conversation that I would forget I was naked in front of Justin. My dick would go limp and then I would realize my nakedness and it would get hard again. I know it probably wouldn’t happen but I felt like I had to move my dick every once in a while so I wouldn’t get a cock tan line under my belly button.

Then Justin said “I can’t help but notice you seem to look at my body a lot.”

I said “Sorry, I can’t help it. Does it bother you?”

“No, Justin said, I was just making an observation.”

I asked “While we are observing, why do you ask me to get naked when it doesn’t seem like you look at me in a sexual way?”

Justin said “I like being in charge. I like being the dominate one. And you said you like it. When I tell you to get naked it is a control thing, not a sex thing to me. I have never been able to ask someone to do the things you will do for me. When you get naked I feel powerful and you feel submissive. It’s a win win. You are enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

I said “oh yeah, I love it. I wish you would go further with it. Tell me to do more. Push it further, ask me to do things that you think I might not do. See if you can find something I wouldn’t do.”

Justin got a smirk on his face and said “go inside and get a towel.” Excited but confused I did as I was asked.

When I got back and sat down Justin said “Now jack off in front of me.”

I grabbed my 7 inch dick and nervously started stroking it.

Justin said “Nice and slow to start with. Grab you balls with your other hand and rub them in your hand. Now start beating it faster. Rub your body with your other hand, yeah, up your chest now down the inside of your leg. Now put your finger in your mouth and suck on it.”
I was so horny that I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I was a little embarrassed that I was going to cum so quickly.

I said quietly “I think I’m going to cum.”

Justin said “Lean over and aim for your face! Open your mouth!

My body tensed up, my muscles tightened, and the first spurt of cum shot me in the forehead and ran down over my eye, the second spurt went in my mouth and down over my lip and on my chin. The next shot had a lot of cum in it but landed short of my face and went up most of the length of my chest. A couple more little spurts dribbled out and went down my shaft and across my thumb.

Justin said “Good job, now go on and clean yourself up and take a shower, we should get some sleep, and we have to work early.”

I grabbed the towel and wiped off the cum from my body and went in and took a shower.

The next day when we got home Justin told me to get naked on the front porch and then told me to get the mail. I walked down the stairs with my semi hard dick and my balls bouncing lightly against my legs as I walked. I had to walk about 100 yards down his driveway and get the mail from the mailbox. Part of the way was gravel and I had to step lightly and kind of hop so my feet wouldn’t hurt. If someone was to drive by I couldn’t run, I would have been in plain view, and I loved it. When I got back to the house I followed Justin inside.

Then he told me “It’s time for my shower.”

I started to walk away and Justin grabbed my arm gently and pulled me back.

He said “You are going to wash me.”

We went into the bathroom and he made me undress him. I undid his button on his jeans and pulled his pants down. He lifted each leg so I could pull them off. As I did that I looked straight ahead at the bulge in his boxer briefs. He was not hard, I could see that his dick was tucked down and made a very nice rounded bulge in his tight boxers. Since I was down there I put my thumb in his white dirty sock and pulled it off. And then did the other. They were sweaty and dirty, but I didn’t mind since we were getting in the shower. Then I stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Then the part I had been waiting for. I put my fingers in the front of his boxers and pulled them away from his bulge and then down to his feet and he stepped out of them. I got my face really close to his dick on my way to standing up again, and I could smell it. I wanted to take it in my mouth right there, but that wasn’t for me to decide.

We got into the shower and I did exactly as I was told. Shampoo his hair, wash his chest, back, armpits, then the fun stuff, I soaped my hands up and washed his dick and rolled his balls around in my hands. Every once in a while I would let my dick touch him. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to but I did it anyways, he didn’t say anything about it. When we were done he told me to dry him off. Then he put his towel around his waist and after I dried off he told me to follow him.

We went into the living room and he stood in the middle of the room.

Justin said “Come over here in front of me.”

He lifted one of his arms and said “I want you to lick my armpit.”

I put my tongue at the base of his armpit and slowly licked up his armpit. I went a little to the side where there wasn’t too much hair. Even though we just took a shower I could still taste a slightly manly salty taste.

Then Justin said “Get on your knees, take off my towel. Next I want you to take my dick and trace it all over your face.”

I couldn’t tell if his dick was semi hard or just big. I took it in my hand and touched it to my cheek. I slowly moved the head of his dick across my forehead and down over my eye and across my cheek, up to the bridge of my nose and slowly down the tip of my nose and onto my lips. I moved it back and forth across my closed mouth. I loved having his dick on me but the thing I liked the most is the fact that this should be a humiliating thing, I wanted it to be. I wanted to be totally submissive to him.

Justin said “Now lick the tip of it, good, now lick from the bottom of my sack all the way up the shaft of my dick.”

As I started my lick I rested his dick on my face, next to my nose and over one of my eyes. As I slowly licked his dick moved down my face and over my tongue. After my tongue got to the head of his dick he said “Ok, now I want you to put my penis as far in your mouth as you can.”

I was able to get almost the whole thing in my mouth but then it started to grow. I had to slowly back him out of my mouth as his dick got hard.

Justin said “Now stroke my dick with your lips. That’s good, now grab my ass and make me fuck your mouth.”

I reached around and grabbed his ass which has a very light layer of hair on it and pulled his whole pelvic region towards my face forcing his hard dick into my mouth. He helped and would pull himself out of my mouth and then I would pull him back in with my lips wrapped around his 8 inch cock. I was pulling him in so fast and we had such good rhythm that I could feel his ball sack swinging and hitting me in the chin.

Then he stopped. He pulled out of my mouth and he put both of his hands around my ribs and actually picked me up and put me over his shoulder. He rested one hand on my naked ass and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He gently flopped me onto the bed and quickly crawled up in between my legs pushing them up onto his shoulders and he came closer to me.

He spit into his hand and wiped it on his dick. He was looking down at the action and I was looking at his face. I felt the head of his dick touch my asshole and it made me pucker up involuntarily. He looked up at me and said “relax”. I concentrated on relaxing my ass and slowly felt penetration. I could feel when the head popped in then felt the shaft slowly sliding into my ass. He stopped halfway in and pulled out a little then pushed it all the way in. Looking at Justin’s face as he bottomed his dick out in my ass I saw pleasure, finally. He was looking up but his eyes were closed. It was like he was feeling the warmth of my hole that enveloped his dick.

Then he looked down at my penetrated asshole, grabbed my ankles and put them in the air and started stroking his dick in and out of my asshole. He was getting very rough and shoving his cock deep into my ass, he put his hands on the bed above my shoulders close to my neck so when he would fuck me my shoulders would come up against his arms and he could stop me from moving away. It was painful, but I liked it. He pushed my legs up against my chest and moved in very close to me. He reached around my back and pulled me close to him, I was like a little ball that he was fucking. I put my hands up on his flexing arm muscles. Then suddenly he squeezed me hard, I felt him tense up and he buried his dick into my ass really deep and held it there. I heard a groan come from Justin and then felt a spurt of warm cum deep in my ass. Then he stroked his dick in and out of my ass a few more times, cumming every time he bottomed out. I thought about his dick sliding in my ass with his cum as lubrication and it drove me nuts. He loosened his grip on me and I grabbed my dick and I stroked it five or six times with him finishing up his orgasm by emptying the rest of his cum inside me by sinking his dick into my ass, and I blew cum up my chest and onto my face. I licked a little off my face just so I could have the taste in my mouth.

Hope you liked it.

By
Devin Anderson
 
A really hot story! I have to say that I have a brother named Justin and he owns a construction company, and up until you said the houses was a mile away from each other, and he had white carpet. I thought there was something my brother was not telling me LOL! However, you could live in a different part of the world than I do. It was just funny at the similarities of your story. Feel free to share more with us.
 
Yea very hot , great story. Lets hear some more ! *|**|**|*
 
mmmmm so hot your story really turned me on love to have that happen to me....LOL
 
Welcome to the Story board and thanks for an excellent tale!
 
Wonder-filled, erotic story!!! Please share any more stories - real or imagined - with us. You have a great ability ... Hugs!
 
Re: Naked at Justin's House 2 (Justin's point of view)

This is the same story as "Naked at Justin's House" but told from the perspective of Justin. Let me know what you think!


My Name is Justin, I am 26 years old, 6ft 190 lbs with dark hair. I have been working in construction for 8 years now. I am straight, I think. I want to be straight. I have found myself thinking about guys, but I try not to. I figure it’s normal to have those quick passing thoughts, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just frustrating that it feels like I have to really TRY not to think like that.

One day a new kid started working for our company. I guess I should call him a man, he is just a lot younger and smaller than me and the other guys so I tend to call him a kid. He is 21 years old, 6ft 155 lbs blonde, and his name is Devin. He was relatively new to construction and had a lot to learn. He seemed to have taken a liking to me and he listened well so we worked together most of the time.

He really looked up to me, and he didn’t seem to have any “personal space” boundaries. If he needed a tool that was on the other side of me he would reach across in front of me to grab it, often times touching my arm or leaning against me. One time my hands were covered in grease and my paper towels were locked in my truck. Devon asked me which pocket my keys were in and then stuck his hand in to get them. I felt really comfortable around him and uneasy at the same time. Why didn’t these things bother me? I liked it, but why? Was it because I felt we were just really good friends and we were forming a bond? That’s what I was going to tell myself.

Even though we got along very well, I was still in charge. And he never questioned me. If he ran out of things to do he would ask me what he should do next.

I had been thinking about inviting him over to my house for a beer. I was nervous about it but I wasn’t sure why. Was I scared of rejection even though we are just co-workers? Or was there something else? At the end of the day I decided to go for it. I felt like I was in school again asking out a girl, I even had a lump in my throat.

As he was walking by me to go to his truck I asked him “Hey, you wanna come by my house for a beer?”

“I really can’t drive all the way home after drinking” Devon said.

“Stay at my house then.”

“Can I just leave my truck here and ride with you?”

“Yeah”

I really didn’t plan on him staying the night, but it would be nice not to have an empty house. Images flashed through my head, Devon’s clothes draped over the end of my bed, Me spooning with Devon under the covers of my bed. I shook my head a little and thought to myself: Why do you think of such things? What is wrong with you? But deep down it exited me and scared me at the same time. When he talked I would look over at his face, he must not have a problem with the ladies I thought. Such a perfect face and his arms caught my attention too, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt and his arms were slightly sweaty with a few dirt smudges on them.

“Ok” I told myself “he would be a little competition if we ever went looking for women together, now that’s enough looking at him.”

When we got to my house we walked up the stairs to my front deck and I started to take my boots off. Devon looked like he wasn’t sure what he was suppose to do (I see that look a lot).

I told him “I have a white carpet, no boots in the house.”

He sat down right next to me even thought there was plenty of room on the bench to move down a few feet. It felt comfortable having him close. I have never had a friend that was like him. My other friends would be very careful to avoid touching or closeness.

Devon took off his boots and then he took off his dirty pants and socks too. He must lie in the sun a lot, his legs were very tan and matched the color of his golden brown hair on his legs. There were no tan lines at his ankles, his feet were just as tan as his legs.

Devon followed me into the house in his bare feet. I showed him where the shower was and took his pants and socks from him. I put them in the laundry room and then I thought I should go get the rest of his clothes for the wash. I heard the shower running so I opened the bathroom door and saw Devon’s shirt and boxers on the floor. I grabbed them off the floor and looked at the shower door. I could see his flesh colored silhouette in the shower, his arms up with his hands rubbing shampoo in his hair, I could see small dark spots in his armpits, but not so much in the center of his body between his legs.

I walked back to the laundry room and stopped. I looked down at the clothes I was holding. His bright orange shirt with reflective stripes and a pair of Grey boxer briefs with a black waist band at the top. The way they were sitting you could still see a pouch formed in the front of them where his sweaty manhood had been just moments before. I looked at them in great detail. I liked something about them.

“I must like this brand of boxers, I should get some” I thought.

I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat down in front of the TV. After a while I realized I wasn’t really paying attention to the TV, I was thinking about Devon’s boxers. Then I realized he had nothing to wear. The shower had already shut off. And I decided not to do anything about it. Devon walked into the living room with a towel on. His chest looked like it was carved in marble. 6-pack ridges, square pecks, tan, and not a hair in sight.

I realized I was looking too long and I said “There is a beer in the fridge if you want one.”

As Devon left the living room I looked at him again. I really took notice to his ass. It didn’t look big in a bad way, but there was something under that towel, it looked powerful.

“He must work out” I thought.

As he walked back in I looked at the floor so he wouldn’t notice me looking at him so much. I just stared at the white carpet until his bare feet came into view. His feet and toes would slightly compress the carpet under them as he walked. His feet looked manly, yet had such a look of youth in them. He sat down and there was an opening between his legs in the towel. It was just dark in the opening, I couldn’t see anything, but it made me feel like I was loosing control.

I stood up and tried to keep my voice normal and calm as I told Devon “Make yourself at home, I am going to take a shower.”

I went into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off as quickly as I could. I had a raging hard on and I grabbed my dick and started jacking off. I let the barrier down that had held my thoughts back for so long, something I have never done. I pictured Devon taking off his towel and then me walking up to him and embracing him and kissing him fiercely. That was all it took, a few seconds of unmanaged thoughts. I grabbed my left butt cheek with my left hand and squeezed it very hard, my finger close to my asshole. And my right hand on my cock beating it very hard and cum spurted out onto the floor. I didn’t care about the mess I was making, this was too intense to worry about that. Cum just kept shooting out with every other stroke of my meat. I couldn’t believe the sheer volume of it, I don’t remember ever cumming that much. Then, every sexual thought left my body with my cum. I felt ashamed, and looked at the mess on the floor and wished I had just grabbed a god damn Kleenex.

I cleaned up the floor and then stood in front of the mirror leaning on the sink. I just stood there looking at myself. I didn’t feel good about loosing control of my thoughts. This isn’t me! I am not going to buy pink shirts and short shorts! I am not gay! Then I felt sad. I wasn’t sure it was because of what I did or what I was denying myself. Then I took a shower, both to clean myself up from a hard days work and also to wash away the shame I felt.

I put new clothes on and walked into the living room. I felt angry at Devon for making me feel like this. Devon handed me the remote as I sat down. He walked into the kitchen and came back with a beer for each of us. As he reached out to hand me the beer he had a smile on his face that I just couldn’t be mad at. He looked so happy to be here and his child like look made me feel bad for being angry at him even though he didn’t know I was mad a moment ago.

I tried to get my mind off all this and started talking about work.

“Do you ever get tired of me being the boss?”

“No, you’ve treated me good and taught me a lot and I liked being told what to do.”

“That’s one of the reasons I have always liked you, you always do what I ask.”

Oh god, I said I liked him. Guys just don’t do that. So I started to talk about my ex girlfriend, maybe that would make my comment seem less gay. I told him I like to be in control, and even as I am saying this I feel my control slipping. He looked so good sitting there in a towel, bringing his beer up to his lips every once in a while as he listened to me talk. He had an itch on his lower leg and he lifted up his other leg and itched it with the bottom of his foot. He must have had another itch on his chest a moment later, his hand went up to his chest and rubbed it. His chest hardly moved when he did this, it was like a rock. I noticed every little thing he did. Then I started to notice he was doing a lot of these little things, very often. He was nervous! What did he have to be nervous about? Is it me? Is he worried I might not like him after getting to know him? I wanted to make him feel better, more comfortable.

I asked him “Would you like to stay here during the week? It would save you a lot of time and gas.”

“That would be great, but I would like to pay a little for rent if I was going to stay”.

“How about if you just help out with some chores and we will call it even?”

“That would be great, whatever I can do to help out.”

Our conversation turned to ex girlfriends and sex, as they so often do between two guys.

Devon told me about a trip to the beach with one of his ex girlfriends where he got naked at the beach. He had my full attention. It had been an hour since I had jacked off and I was starting to feel horny again. I had a few beers and my thoughts were not really being held back. I could picture him at the beach, naked, but I was the one next to him. I knew I would regret thinking this in the morning.

“Could others see you?” I asked.

“Just my girlfriend, I could see people way off in the distance but they couldn’t tell I was naked.”

“Did your girlfriend get naked?” I asked.

“No, she was way too shy, but I like getting naked in front of others, and the thought of someone else walking by really turned me on.”

“Would you have covered up if someone else walked by?” I asked.

“I have thought of that a lot, and I am not sure. I would like to think that I would have just laid there and let them walk by, but I don’t know if I would have had the guts.”

“What if it was a guy?”

“That wouldn’t matter, I think it’s more about me showing off than who is watching.”

He liked to be naked. And it didn’t matter who saw, even a guy. I was so turned on by this.

I said “Stand up”.

He jumped to his feet.

“Take your towel off and go get me another beer.”

I was scared to death. Ok, if he doesn’t do it right away I will tell him I was just kidding. It was like I was holding a phone with my finger on speed dial. I was ready to say it as soon as I think he doesn’t want to do this. I practiced what I would say quickly in my head – I was just kidding, just kiddin man, you didn’t think I was serious did you?

But I didn’t have say any of them. He reached down to his towel with his hand, paused, took a sip of beer with the other hand then released his towel and it dropped to the ground. I struggled very hard to not look like I was staring. But I was. I caught a little glimpse of his dick, it was semi hard but still pointing at the ground. He shaved everything but a little short patch above his dick. I couldn’t stare long, I didn’t want him to notice me looking at it. Then as he turned to walk away I could stare as hard as I wanted. He had no tan lines so he must still lay out in the sun naked. His ass was like a half moon, it stuck out and had large dimples in the sides of his cheeks. It was very firm when he walked. Then he was out of view.

As I waited I tried to figure out how I should be sitting when he came back in the room. I was currently leaning forward resting my elbows on my knees. Too expectant, it would look like I am waiting for him. I sat back in the chair and tried to look relaxed and indifferent.

He walked back into the room fully erect and holding my beer. I knew he was going to look to me for what we should do next and I wasn’t ready for this.

I got up and said “Come on, I’ll show you your first chore.”

He followed me into the laundry room and I showed him where everything was at to do the laundry. I wanted to stay there and watch him, but then what would he think? I went back into the other room.

Devon was going to come back out here and I don’t know what to do! I am just not ready for this and I haven’t thought this through. I grabbed the home phone and called my cell phone. I answered it and pretended to talk to my boss. I told Devon I had to bring some papers to my boss and I left. I drove to the jobsite and went into the office trailer. No one was there. I sat at a desk to think about what was going on. I asked myself questions that I pretended I had no answers to.

Am I gay? Why do I find Devon attractive? Why did I ask him to get naked?

And then my mind wandered to daydreaming about Devon. I couldn’t stop thinking about his tan naked body, with his arm reaching out to me with a beer in his hand. I let my barrier down again and imagined myself grabbing his arm and pulling his naked body onto me. I imagined myself reaching around and grabbing is ass and pulling him closer as I kissed him. Then Devon slowly moving down my chest and pulling my shirt up as he sucked on my nipple and moved his way down my belly, looking up at me as he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off. Then he moved up in between my legs and lowered his head into my crotch. That’s when I blew my load into a Kleenex. I had started jacking off while thinking about Devon. I missed the first shot of cum and it flew up onto some papers on the desk. I wiped it off but it made a stain on the paper.

Depressed and once again without much sexual thought, now that I had masturbated, I drove slowly home. When I got there Devon had his clean clothes on watching TV. I told we had to work early and showed him his bed.

As I lie in bed my thoughts were consumed with my sexuality. How could something that makes me feel so good make me feel so bad? Why was it a guilty pleasure? Why should I feel guilty?

I pictured one of my other friends asking me “What are you, some kind of queer?” With a angry look of disgust on his face.

Fuck him! I thought. It was none of his business! This was between Devon and me. It could be our little secret. A secret, I like that. I wouldn’t mind having a little secret, kept between Devon and me. What we do is our business. And then I fell asleep, happy.

The next morning I woke up, got dressed and walked down the hall to Devon’s room. As I got closer to his door I could almost feel his presence. I opened his door and I could smell him as I walked into his room. It wasn’t a body odor, it may be a detergent he uses or a shampoo, but he, like everybody, has a certain smell to him. I really liked it.

He was in bed with the covers tucked up into his armpit and his arm over the covers, pressing up his bicep making it look a little bigger than it actually was. I just stood there looking at him for a minute. He was turned away from me and I looked at his dark blonde hair, short and almost dirty looking. There was just enough that you could run your fingers through it, it was all messed up. I got closer and looked over his shoulder at his face. His lips were open slightly and he looked so peaceful. I put my hand on his bare shoulder and felt a rush go through my body. His arm was hard and warm. I shook his body a little and he woke up, turned his head to me and smiled when he saw me.

“Time for work” I said.

The work day dragged on, as I couldn’t wait to get home. I was going to take this the next level, but I wasn’t sure what I was going to do yet. I caught Devon looking at me, and I know that look. It wasn’t a way that friends look at each other. When he saw that I noticed he looked a little embarrassed.

So I asked him to go to my truck and get my toolbox, and I leaned over to him and said “You can keep your clothes on for this chore.”

He didn’t look embarrassed anymore, he smiled, pleased with what I had said and went to get my toolbox. On the way back I noticed him adjust himself through his pants. He had a hard on, there was no doubt that he wanted something to happen.

Work was over, and it was a beautiful sunny day.

On the way home I told Devon “We should lie out in the sun when we get home”.

“That would be great”

I had more confidence now and I was ready to take charge of this. When we pulled up to the house I quickly got out and met Devon at his door.

When he got out I looked both ways down the road and didn’t see any cars coming and I said “Get naked.”

He stripped down very fast. My mind took little snapshots as he undressed. His belly button as he pulled off his shirt, the light brown hair on his upper leg, his bare feet standing on the concrete driveway, a curled bulge in his boxer briefs, and then Devon bent down bringing his boxers to his knees, his thumbs pushing the waistband down, and a line of bare flesh that went from his knees up his bulky calf to the side of his powerful little butt cheek and up the side of his belly, that had little ridges of muscle, and up to his arms which had that bump of muscle on the back side of his bicep.

He handed me all his clothes and I told him to put some lawn chairs on the back deck for us. I watched the muscles in his naked ass make his legs move as he walked by the side of my house and disappear into the back yard.

I went inside and into my bedroom. I stripped down naked and walked to the sliding glass door to the back deck. Devon was already in his chair with mine right next to him. I chickened out. I went back in my room and put a pair of knee length cargo shorts on. When I walked out Devon’s eyes were glued to my chest. The way he looked at me made me feel good. I was proud of my body, and it was nice to have someone appreciate it.

We sat in the lawn chairs and talked about nothing that either of us really wanted to talk about, just stupid chatter. Then I decided to move the conversation to more interesting subjects.

“I can’t help but notice you seem to look at my body a lot.” I said.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. Does it bother you?”

“No, I said, I was just making an observation.”

“While we are observing, why do you ask me to get naked when it doesn’t seem like you look at me in a sexual way?”

My thoughts were screaming in my head “Don’t look at you in a sexual way! Are you stupid! I can’t keep my eyes off your sexy little body!”

I calmly said “I like being in charge. I like being the dominate one. And you said you like it. When I tell you to get naked it is a control thing, not a sex thing to me. I have never been able to ask someone to do the things you will do for me. When you get naked I feel powerful and you feel submissive. It’s a win win. You are enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

And I chickened out. What did I just say that? I should have told him I thought he was attractive and I was interested. Damn it!

Devon said “Oh yeah, I love it. I wish you would go further with it. Tell me to do more. Push it further, ask me to do things that you think I might not do. See if you can find something I wouldn’t do.”

I couldn’t hold in my smile. That was a perfect answer to my stupid response. I told him to go inside and get a towel. When he got back I told him to jack off in front of me. He grabbed his hard dick and started stroking it. He looked like he wasn’t to sure about what he was doing so I gave him instructions.

“Nice and slow to start with.”

My instructions seemed to make him more comfortable.

“Now grab you balls with your other hand and rub them in your hand. Now start beating it faster. Rub your body with your other hand, yeah, up your chest now down the inside of your leg. Now put your finger in your mouth and suck on it.”

I was trying to decide how I could get myself involved. I thought about jacking off with him, or asking him to give me head.

Too late, his whispered “I think I’m going to cum.”

I said “Lean over and aim for your face! Open your mouth!

His legs stretched out and his grip on his dick tightened and he closed his eyes. Good thing too, because the first shot of cum shot onto his forehead and down across his eye. The second went into his mouth and down his chin. Then more spurted up onto his chest, and some dribbled down his hand that held his dick. Then all his muscles relaxed and he wiped the cum off of his eyelid and turned and looked at me as if to seek my approval.

“Good job” I said, “Now go on and clean yourself up and take a shower, we should get some sleep, we have to work early.”

After he cleaned himself up and went into the house I noticed a small spot of his cum on the chair he was in. I looked behind me to make sure Devon was gone and I wiped it up with my finger. I looked at it, smelled it, and then stuck my finger in my mouth to tasted it. I pulled my shorts off and stood in the sun and started to jack off, thinking about what just happened. The sun was so warm on my body and I could still taste Devon’s cum in my mouth. I grabbed the towel that Devon had wiped his cum in and held it in front of my dick ready for my own cum. I looked down at the white towel and I could see smudges of his cum on the towel. I held it so close to myself that it touched my leg as I was jacking off and I felt a cold droplet of his cum touch my leg. Then I clenched my butt cheeks together really tight and squeezed my dick harder as I stroked to hurry things along. Cum squirted out of my cock to mix with Devon’s cum already on the towel.

The next day when we got home I told Devon to get naked on the front deck and go get the mail. As he walked down the stairs and out the drive way I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. Today was the day.

When he returned to the deck with my mail I walked inside and to the bathroom.

When we got there I said “It’s time for my shower.”

He started to turn away and I grabbed his arm, because he was smaller than me it stopped him instantly and I pulled him closer to me.

“You are going to wash me.”

We went into the bathroom and I told him to undress me. I was a little nervous to be naked in front of him but I didn’t let it show. He smiled and started to unbutton my pants. The feeling of his hands touching that area made butterflies in my stomach. I felt my pants slowly drop and I put my hand on Devon’s shoulder to steady myself as I lifted each foot to let him pull them off. Then he pulled my dirty white socks off, his thumbs went inside the top of my sock and he pulled them down to my ankle, then one of his hands grabbed my lower leg and I could feel the strength of his hand as he squeezed my leg and lifted it so he could pull off my sock. I could feel his hand slip up my leg a little because it was hot out and I had a light layer of sweat all over my body.

Devon stood up and he was standing very close to me, I could smell body odor coming from both of us. He then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started lifting it over my head. He disappeared as the shirt obstructed my view, then as the shirt pulled all the way over my head I saw Devon’s face looking at me, both arms up in the air removing my shirt, the under side of his bicep looked so smooth and toned, and dark hair in his armpits. Before he put his arms down and dropped my shirt on the floor I could smell a stronger whiff of body odor come from his under arms.

Even though I was horny as hell I didn’t have a hard-on yet, probably due to the nervousness. Devon got down on his knees and slowly put his fingers in between my belly and the front waistband of my boxers. When his fingers touched my lower belly there it sent a tingling sensation to my stomach and made the butterflies even worse. My abdominal muscles clenched a little in reaction to it and I had to take a deep breath. As he pulled my boxer briefs down I could feel cool air against my sweaty manhood. My dick which was curled up under my ball sac dropped down to hang. I stepped out of my boxers and I watched Devon as he stood up slowly looking at my dick the whole time. I could see that he moved his face closer to it as he stood up.

I opened the shower and turned the water on and waited for it to get warm. Then I stepped into the shower, and Devon followed. The hair on our legs stuck against our skin as water flowed down our bodies. There were 2 sets of masculine feet standing on the shower floor, I was so use to one of those pairs being very feminine. I handed Devon the shampoo and he stood behind me and massaged it into my hair.

Every once in a while Devon’s body would inadvertently touch mine. I rinsed my hair and handed him the bar of soap and told him to keep going. He rubbed the bar of soap in his hands then started to wash my body, every little nook and cranny. He was exploring as he washed. The most surprising thing to me was when he stood facing me, lathered up his hands and reached around and stuck his fingers in my ass crack and went up and down the entire crack. When his fingers went over the top of my asshole it gave me a sensation I had never felt before. I couldn’t believe how sensitive it was! It didn’t do that when I washed it.

After he was done with me he quickly washed himself and we got out. I held my arms out and he dried me off. I watched as he dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.

He followed me into the living room and I stood in the middle of the room.

I said “Come over here in front of me.”

I lifted my arm and said “I want you to lick my armpit.”

He put his hands on my sides in line with my belly button and moved his face to my armpit. I felt his warm wet tongue touch my skin and go up the length of my armpit. When he was done the spot he had just licked felt cool because it was wet from his tongue.

Then I said “Get on your knees, take off my towel. Next I want you to take my dick and trace it all over your face.”

He took off both of our towels and threw them to the other side of the room. My dick was semi hard and he grabbed it and slowly moved the head of my dick across his forehead and down over his eye and across his cheek, up to the bridge of his nose and slowly down the tip of his nose and onto his lips. He moved it back and forth across his closed mouth.

I said “Now lick the tip of it, good, now lick from the bottom of my sack all the way up the shaft of my dick.”

As he started his lick he rested my dick on his face, next to his nose and over one of his eyes. As he slowly licked my dick moved down his face and over his tongue.

After his tongue got to the head of my dick I said “Ok, now I want you to put my penis as far in your mouth as you can.”

I watched that beautiful face of his as he opened his mouth and put my dick into it. My dick felt so warm and wet, and quickly got completely hard.

I said “Now stroke my dick with your lips. That’s good, now grab my ass and make me fuck your mouth.”

He reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my body towards him forcing my dick into his mouth. I pulled my hips back away from him and then he would pull my body back towards him. I have had a lot of blow jobs but this was different, not gentle and feminine. His lips and mouth felt powerful. His lips closed much tighter around the shaft of my dick and his tongue moved over the head of my dick with great strength. I could feel my low hanging balls swinging each time he stroked my dick with his lips, eventually they were hitting him in the chin.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted that tan little hard body of Devon’s. I grabbed Devon’s head with my two hands, one on each side, and pulled my dick out of his mouth. He was kneeling on the carpet as I reached down and put my hands on each side of his ribs. I lifted him to a standing position and bent down to place my shoulder on his hip bone next to his dick. I placed my hand on his ass and stood up. With Devon over my shoulder I walked into my bedroom.

I walked to the end of my bed and bent over a little as I flopped Devon onto my bed. I crawled up onto the bed in between his legs. I grabbed his legs as I did this and placed them on my shoulders. When I grabbed his legs I squeezed very hard, I was not in denial or nervous about what I was doing anymore and my controlling nature kicked in. My motions were not hesitant, they were with great strength and unquestioned.

I spit in my hand I rubbed it on my dick. I looked at Devon’s asshole, clearly visible with his legs over my shoulders, and my 8 inch dick covered in spit right in front of it. I touched his asshole with the head of my dick and his asshole puckered up.

I looked up at Devon and said “Relax.”

As I backed my dick away from his hole a stringer of spit still connected the two. When I saw his hole relax I slowly tried again. As I pushed the head of my dick slowly entered his ass. I kept pushing lightly and the shaft of my dick slowly made progress. It felt like it bottomed out about half way in, I pulled out a little and then pushed it all the way in, Devon let out a groan. My dick felt so warm, nestled deep in his ass. I leaned back, closed my eyes for a minute and enjoyed the warmth, and the tightness around my dick.

I looked up at Devon, he had look of pleasure and a little pain. I grabbed his ankles very tightly and held them up as I started to fuck him.

Devon looked like he was in pain, but he kept moaning “Oh god, yes!”

Most of the time his eyes were closed but sometimes he would look up at me. If he asked me to go easier on him I would have, but he didn’t. I started fucking him harder, my dick would go all the way inside him then my hips would slam into him pushing his whole body up the bed a little. I put his legs back on my shoulders to free up my hands. I put them on the bed above his shoulders close to his neck so when I would fuck him his shoulders would come up against my arms and I could stop him from thrusting away from me.

I loved looking at his face. Every time I penetrated him his face tightened up and he would groan. I moved in closer to him, forcing his legs against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his back and tightened my grip on him. He couldn’t move, just lie there and get fucked. Then I felt it coming. That feeling in my groin of massive pleasure, it was here, I couldn’t stop it. I squeezed him a little harder, buried my dick as deep into him as I could and felt my climax spread all over my body as I shot a load of my cum deep in Devon’s ass and I let out a groan. I pulled out a little and I could feel the inside of his asshole slide across the head of my now very sensitive dick head. With a full body thrust I buried my dick deep inside him again so hard that I pushed Devon up the bed a little. I timed it just right so that I would inject more cum at the moment I bottomed out. I held my dick in his ass pushing very hard as I felt the rush of my climax slowly dissipating. I stroked in and out of him a few more times, emptying the rest of my cum into him.

I sat up on my knees, still penetrating Devon, and he grabbed his dick and started stoking it. I moved my dick back and forth in his hole about one inch while he did this. He must have been really horny because after just a few strokes cum shot out across his chest and onto his face next to his lips. With his eyes closed and his hand still milking the rest of his cum out of his dick, his tongue licked some of his cum off of the side of his mouth.

I grabbed a towel from the side of my bed and wiped the cum off Devon. I lied down next to Devon, grabbing his shoulder and rolling him facing away from me. I placed my abs on his back with my softening dick smashed up against his ass and wrapped one of my arms over him with my hand rubbing up and down his firm chest. He placed his hand just below my ass cheek on my leg, and with his other hand he gently started to run his finger tips up and down my forearm as I stopped rubbing his chest and gave him a big powerful hug with it. And I drifted off to sleep spooning naked with Devon.
 
Wow! Scorching ... detailed ... a true submissive/exhibitionist! I wish I could see the "movie" you have running in your imagination ... it's a winner!!!

I beg you, please continue! Hugs!
 
that was hot...
but wow... very interesting..first time i read something this long all month ;)
great story
 
Hot ... love the nervous Dom/sub roles. Wish I could be in Devons place.
 
Thanks for the HOT dual perspective on this one!
A most enjoyably HARD read!
HR would be proud.
 
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