snaggle
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I thought I'd start by telling you a little about myself. My name’s Chris and I've just recently celebrated my 31st birthday. I work as a landscape gardener so my work keeps me pretty fit without having to put in extra hours down at the gym. I'm 5 ft 10 and weigh just shy of 12 stone (167lb). I have short dark hair and deep hazel coloured eyes.
Over the last ten years or so, I've had what you'd call two steady girlfriends. The first lasted four years, the second nearly three. There was also a one night stand, but the less said about that the better. I've been single now for almost six months. Ever since I can remember though, even going back as far as high school, I know I've had gay thoughts about other guys, but I've never in any way acted upon my feelings. You know what I mean, purposely crossing a road so you can walk behind a fit guy and check out the movement of his bum as he strolls along, or checking out a lad’s bulge in a crowded bar when you think no one is looking. Even a straight guy can appreciate when another guy is good looking, but this was something else, something more than that. I've come to realise that I'm bi-sexual but I've always been worried about what people would think if I came out, especially now at the age of 31. Why would they say, after all these years? So instead, I've remained in the proverbial closet.
Anyways, that’s enough about me. Let’s get to the time I first met Budgie, or Matt as his mother and father named him. I'll explain the nickname to you later.
I'd recently moved into a new house, well nearly a year ago actually, and I'd finally got around to ordering some new carpets for the staircase and the two bedrooms. Twelve months is a long time to be walking around on bare chipboard floors. The local DIY store where I bought them didn't do a direct fitting service themselves, but I was told by the sales assistant that the fitting work was contracted out to a group of lads. I gave my details and was told that someone would be available to fit them on Friday if that was convenient. Today was Wednesday. I said it would be fine.
I was watching BBC Breakfast when I saw the van pull up on Friday morning. When I saw the lad get out of the van and go around to the back to get his tools, all I could think was, ''Fuck me, he's hot!'' I'd put him in his early 20's, possibly 22 or 23. He obviously worked out, I could tell that much, but it wasn’t to the extreme where he was overly muscularly. That sounds like a cliché, but he was just right. He was probably a couple of inches taller than I am, around 6 ft, and possibly a couple of pounds heavier, but my God, he was fit! I just couldn't stop myself from watching him. I half hid behind the curtain, just in case he turned around and saw me looking.
You could tell just from the look of him that he was straight; sometimes you can just tell can't you? He was wearing trainers, a tight black vest top and white tracksuit bottoms. Not the thick jogging bottom pants, lads tend to wear now, but the good old fashioned Addidas tracksuit type. Then he bent over one last time to pick up a packet of gripper strips. I couldn't believe my eyes. The tracksuit bottoms stretched tight over his perfectly formed arse, so tight that the thin material became almost transparent. What he was wearing underneath was obvious. Briefs. My view was so good that I could even tell you they were dark blue in colour, with a few horizontal white lines running across the material.
''Oh Fuck!'' I thought all of a sudden as I saw him close the doors on the van, and make his way across to my own front door. I realised I'd got a major boner from watching him so intently, and I was going to have to answer the door. I knew it wasn't going to go down. The door bell rang once, twice and then again. I delved into my own pants, and adjusted my throbbing member in such a way I could hope to disguise my erection from him.
I opened the door, ‘‘Hi, is it Mr Daniels? I'm Budgie, come to fit your carpets.” He was even better looking close up, and this was doing nothing to help the situation in my pants. I showed him the stairs and the two bedrooms which were to be carpeted and let him get on with his work.
I did a few jobs around the house and then went back to see how the young Adonis was getting on. The stairs were finished, a dark beige colour, the smaller of the two bedrooms was completed, again in a similar colour, and I found him hard at work in my own bedroom. When I walked in he was on his hands and knees, facing the wall, with his arse thrust invitingly outwards. He was using a Stanley knife to cut the carpet into shape around some rather unsightly radiator pipes. All I could do was stand and stare at the tight briefs which were clearly visible through his trackie bottoms. I had to use all my willpower to stop myself from simply walking over and grabbing hold of those cheeks.
When he realised I was there, he turned around and stood. We got around to chatting, about this and that, about nothing really. Plans for the weekend, what’s on TV, sports, the usual stuff?
''Why they call you Budgie'' I asked.
''You ever heard of Budgie the Helicopter, big propellers, go round and round. Swell I've got a little party trick I do with my knob when I've had a little too much to drink, the guys at the rugby club just starting calling me Budgie and its stuck.'' My mind was doing somersaults, the thought of him twirling his thing. I was silent. Mesmerised. Maybe a little longer than appropriate.
Another ten minutes and he would be finished he said. Just a bit of tidying up the off cuts and collecting up his tools. Then he caught me off guard, ''So then, you get a good show did you when I was on the floor. I know you were watching me, I heard you come in behind me. I know you gay guys. I get it all the time. Don’t worry, it’s cool''
‘You gay guys ‘- is that what he just said? That confirms it, he is straight.
''I... I... I ...'' I stammered as I couldn’t think what to say. I must have gone beetroot red. ''I'm sorry,'' was all I finally managed to get out.
‘‘Like I said, it’s cool mate.'' he said again, '' you gay guys, you’re all perv's'. I bet you'd have loved to have seen this wouldn't ya?'' He made a Michael Jackson Thriller sort of grab at his crotch and giggled his hands around. ‘‘ Well, would ya?''
''I'm sorry.'' I said a second time. ‘‘Briefs just turn me on so much, and yours were just, well there.'
''Don't worry about it man. I can tell you’re into your briefs, not a boxers guy are you?'' With that he nodded his head towards the corner of my bedroom. I recoiled in horror at what I saw. It was the pair of briefs I'd worn to bed the previous night. How could I be so clumsy as to leave them out when I knew that the carpet fitter was coming. That shade of beetroot came upon me for the second time in the matter of just a few minutes.
''Looks like you got a little spunky on them, have a good night last night did you?'' He was now staring directly at my now engorged cock and laughed. ''Well I'm done,” he said' hitting me on the back .''I'll get off and let you get on with your business,'' he ontinued, still laughing.
''I... I... I...'' I was stammering again, ''I'll show you out''
At the door he stopped and went into his pocket, and pulled out a business card. ''Give me a ring if you need any more carpets fitting, or anything! Use the mobile number, not the office one.''
''Thanks,'' I said
''Anything,'' he said again and winked. Suddenly I was aware that his hand was making a grab at my hard cock through my jeans. ''Give that boy a good workout after I've gone won't you? And next time, put your mucky undies in the washing basket.''
He gave me a quick squeeze which sent a shudder though my entire body, smiled and was out of the door.
I looked at his business card again, considering what I should do. He seemed so straight in many ways, in what he said and the way he acted, but he also said and did stuff which a straight guy would never do. Was it a come-on on his part, or was he just a big tease? My mind was spinning.
The wank I had that afternoon was one of the most orgasmic experiences I could ever remember having.
Would I see Budgie again? I certainly hoped so.
Well that’s it for part one guys. Let me know what you think and more importantly, let me know if you'd like to know what I did with that business card.
I'll try and get part two done by the weekend
Over the last ten years or so, I've had what you'd call two steady girlfriends. The first lasted four years, the second nearly three. There was also a one night stand, but the less said about that the better. I've been single now for almost six months. Ever since I can remember though, even going back as far as high school, I know I've had gay thoughts about other guys, but I've never in any way acted upon my feelings. You know what I mean, purposely crossing a road so you can walk behind a fit guy and check out the movement of his bum as he strolls along, or checking out a lad’s bulge in a crowded bar when you think no one is looking. Even a straight guy can appreciate when another guy is good looking, but this was something else, something more than that. I've come to realise that I'm bi-sexual but I've always been worried about what people would think if I came out, especially now at the age of 31. Why would they say, after all these years? So instead, I've remained in the proverbial closet.
Anyways, that’s enough about me. Let’s get to the time I first met Budgie, or Matt as his mother and father named him. I'll explain the nickname to you later.
I'd recently moved into a new house, well nearly a year ago actually, and I'd finally got around to ordering some new carpets for the staircase and the two bedrooms. Twelve months is a long time to be walking around on bare chipboard floors. The local DIY store where I bought them didn't do a direct fitting service themselves, but I was told by the sales assistant that the fitting work was contracted out to a group of lads. I gave my details and was told that someone would be available to fit them on Friday if that was convenient. Today was Wednesday. I said it would be fine.
I was watching BBC Breakfast when I saw the van pull up on Friday morning. When I saw the lad get out of the van and go around to the back to get his tools, all I could think was, ''Fuck me, he's hot!'' I'd put him in his early 20's, possibly 22 or 23. He obviously worked out, I could tell that much, but it wasn’t to the extreme where he was overly muscularly. That sounds like a cliché, but he was just right. He was probably a couple of inches taller than I am, around 6 ft, and possibly a couple of pounds heavier, but my God, he was fit! I just couldn't stop myself from watching him. I half hid behind the curtain, just in case he turned around and saw me looking.
You could tell just from the look of him that he was straight; sometimes you can just tell can't you? He was wearing trainers, a tight black vest top and white tracksuit bottoms. Not the thick jogging bottom pants, lads tend to wear now, but the good old fashioned Addidas tracksuit type. Then he bent over one last time to pick up a packet of gripper strips. I couldn't believe my eyes. The tracksuit bottoms stretched tight over his perfectly formed arse, so tight that the thin material became almost transparent. What he was wearing underneath was obvious. Briefs. My view was so good that I could even tell you they were dark blue in colour, with a few horizontal white lines running across the material.
''Oh Fuck!'' I thought all of a sudden as I saw him close the doors on the van, and make his way across to my own front door. I realised I'd got a major boner from watching him so intently, and I was going to have to answer the door. I knew it wasn't going to go down. The door bell rang once, twice and then again. I delved into my own pants, and adjusted my throbbing member in such a way I could hope to disguise my erection from him.
I opened the door, ‘‘Hi, is it Mr Daniels? I'm Budgie, come to fit your carpets.” He was even better looking close up, and this was doing nothing to help the situation in my pants. I showed him the stairs and the two bedrooms which were to be carpeted and let him get on with his work.
I did a few jobs around the house and then went back to see how the young Adonis was getting on. The stairs were finished, a dark beige colour, the smaller of the two bedrooms was completed, again in a similar colour, and I found him hard at work in my own bedroom. When I walked in he was on his hands and knees, facing the wall, with his arse thrust invitingly outwards. He was using a Stanley knife to cut the carpet into shape around some rather unsightly radiator pipes. All I could do was stand and stare at the tight briefs which were clearly visible through his trackie bottoms. I had to use all my willpower to stop myself from simply walking over and grabbing hold of those cheeks.
When he realised I was there, he turned around and stood. We got around to chatting, about this and that, about nothing really. Plans for the weekend, what’s on TV, sports, the usual stuff?
''Why they call you Budgie'' I asked.
''You ever heard of Budgie the Helicopter, big propellers, go round and round. Swell I've got a little party trick I do with my knob when I've had a little too much to drink, the guys at the rugby club just starting calling me Budgie and its stuck.'' My mind was doing somersaults, the thought of him twirling his thing. I was silent. Mesmerised. Maybe a little longer than appropriate.
Another ten minutes and he would be finished he said. Just a bit of tidying up the off cuts and collecting up his tools. Then he caught me off guard, ''So then, you get a good show did you when I was on the floor. I know you were watching me, I heard you come in behind me. I know you gay guys. I get it all the time. Don’t worry, it’s cool''
‘You gay guys ‘- is that what he just said? That confirms it, he is straight.
''I... I... I ...'' I stammered as I couldn’t think what to say. I must have gone beetroot red. ''I'm sorry,'' was all I finally managed to get out.
‘‘Like I said, it’s cool mate.'' he said again, '' you gay guys, you’re all perv's'. I bet you'd have loved to have seen this wouldn't ya?'' He made a Michael Jackson Thriller sort of grab at his crotch and giggled his hands around. ‘‘ Well, would ya?''
''I'm sorry.'' I said a second time. ‘‘Briefs just turn me on so much, and yours were just, well there.'
''Don't worry about it man. I can tell you’re into your briefs, not a boxers guy are you?'' With that he nodded his head towards the corner of my bedroom. I recoiled in horror at what I saw. It was the pair of briefs I'd worn to bed the previous night. How could I be so clumsy as to leave them out when I knew that the carpet fitter was coming. That shade of beetroot came upon me for the second time in the matter of just a few minutes.
''Looks like you got a little spunky on them, have a good night last night did you?'' He was now staring directly at my now engorged cock and laughed. ''Well I'm done,” he said' hitting me on the back .''I'll get off and let you get on with your business,'' he ontinued, still laughing.
''I... I... I...'' I was stammering again, ''I'll show you out''
At the door he stopped and went into his pocket, and pulled out a business card. ''Give me a ring if you need any more carpets fitting, or anything! Use the mobile number, not the office one.''
''Thanks,'' I said
''Anything,'' he said again and winked. Suddenly I was aware that his hand was making a grab at my hard cock through my jeans. ''Give that boy a good workout after I've gone won't you? And next time, put your mucky undies in the washing basket.''
He gave me a quick squeeze which sent a shudder though my entire body, smiled and was out of the door.
I looked at his business card again, considering what I should do. He seemed so straight in many ways, in what he said and the way he acted, but he also said and did stuff which a straight guy would never do. Was it a come-on on his part, or was he just a big tease? My mind was spinning.
The wank I had that afternoon was one of the most orgasmic experiences I could ever remember having.
Would I see Budgie again? I certainly hoped so.
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Well that’s it for part one guys. Let me know what you think and more importantly, let me know if you'd like to know what I did with that business card.
I'll try and get part two done by the weekend
can't wait for part two
