I've lived in this nondescript suburban house for five years. The place needed a bit of brightening up, and so does my home. I decided on new carpets, and after months of prevarication I had finally made my choice. A day working from home would allow me to supervise their fitting with the minimum inconvenience.... or so I thought.
The fitters turned up just after 8 a.m. My first thought on opening the door to them was: 'I wouldn't mind fitting my cock inside those arses.' You see I'm just your typical gay man - always thinking about cock and how to get more of it. The older man, clearly in charge, was handsome in a rugged, masculine, testosterone oozing from every pore, kind of way. Forty-something, balding, stocky, hairy, tattooed and sporting a wedding ring on his chubby finger, I thought he'd make a great model for a 'Tom of Finland' drawing. His assistant, the taller of the two was a gangling youth in a grubby tracksuit. With spotty skin, very short hair and a chunky chain round his neck, he looked like someone I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.
In an instant I was daydreaming about unbuttoning the flies on my chinos as the mismatched pair vied for pole position kneeling in front of my cock. Much as I wanted to pursue this line of thought, I needed to get them started on my carpets. I confirmed that their understanding of what needed doing matched mine, told them they could make tea and coffee anytime in the kitchen and where the toilet was. I explained I'd be working from home in my study. I did not explain that I would be spending most of the day with a hard-on imagining the fun and games I could have with them.
I made coffee while the fitters got started on ripping up the old carpet in the lounge. I entered the room with hot coffee cups in both hands to see my two fantasy fucks kneeling on the floor, bent over, their workwear tightly stretched over plump and inviting rears.
I felt tempted to go upstairs and have a wank there and then, but thought it better to wait till they leave. The burning question was could I get through the day without that bulge in my chinos being spotted.
I retired to my study and tried to get some work done, but the proximity of two such arousing men proved to be a distraction. Then much to my irritation the office called up and demanded that I come in and locate a misplaced file needed for a meeting that afternoon. Needless to say the disruption to my day pissed me off royally.
I told the workmen that I'd be out for next two to three hours, and not to leave the house unattended. My annoyance increased when ten minutes into the 40 minute drive to the office I got a follow-up call. The afternoon meeting had been postponed and the info in the file wouldn't be needed until next week. 'I can sort that out tomorrow' I thought, and turned round at the first opportunity and headed home, irritated by the wasted journey. Now I could get back to more important business - contemplating how to get an eyeful of my two visitors without being too obvious.
On returning home, I parked on the street (the carpet van is blocking my driveway) and entered the house by the kitchen door. My day suddenly gets more interesting.
I can hear noises - but it's not carpet laying; it's an entirely different type of laying. "Go on Aaron, suck that cock, suck me hard" are the first words I can make out.
Keen to discover more I tiptoe into the hallway and peek through the gap between the half open door and the frame.
Aaron is on his knees back facing me devouring Greg's cock. Pert youthful ass, smooth, firm and inviting rocking back and forward as his upper body moves in response to Greg's thrusting hips. I register every detail: Greg's big beefy muscular thighs, the down that spreads across his stomach, his hands hidden under his wife beater vest where they are massaging his nipples, the expression of open mouthed pleasure on his face, eye's screwed tightly closed. Greg's overalls are round his ankles, white y-fronts round his knees and his fat cock buried deep inside Aaron's mouth. The most notable thing about the youngster is the enthusiasm with which he tackles Greg's tackle.
I watch.
Greg opens his eyes. I put my finger up to my lips to imply he should keep quiet. He reads me perfectly and carries on face fucking his apprentice while grinning at me as I massage my cock. Greg moans energetically; performing for an audience (even it is just one person) is enhancing pleasure that Aaron's enthusiastic blow job is giving him.
After a couple of more minutes of giving pleasure to both me and Aaron, Greg breaks off. Aaron looks up at his boss in adoration. Greg reaches into his overalls and hands a rubber to his eager apprentice. Still with his back to me Aaron stands up removes his remaining clothes and unrolls the condom over his rigid member. I can just see the head glistening in the morning light - firm and solid. It doesn't take a genius to sense that I am witnessing a bond of understanding between two men who've done this before and know what to expect. I wonder how long they've been on such intimate terms.
Greg kneels on the floor and fingers his ass inviting Aaron to enter. Both are now facing away from me. I imagine Greg screwing up his face as Aaron's member makes its initial sortie, and it transforming into a serene smile, his eyes closed, as he savours the sensation of a youthful cock probing deep inside him. I wish I could get a closer look but I'm getting plenty of stimulation from what I can see... and hear. Aaron is such a noisy fuck I wonder if the neighbours can hear. He grunts and groans, with a few vaguely coherent phrases like 'take it Greg' and 'want my cock deep inside you' can just about be discerned. My own cock leaked precum over my fingers as I stroked it.
Aaron is clearly no novice, he shows tenderness, kissing the back of Greg's neck and slows his pace so as not to climax too soon. I was torn. I hoped this performance would continue into the afternoon, but I so wanted to see the couple reach their climaxes. They looked like the kind of guys who wouldn't cum quietly.
Sensing the moment is approaching, 'the time to cum has come' I thought, Aaron pulled out of Greg's ass, and the older man turned round, winking as his line of sight crossed mine, and knelt in front of his young master's cock taking it in his mouth. Once again it occurred to me that this was a well choreographed move by two men who knew each other very well.
I get my best view of Greg yet. He really is a hairy ape, a dark carpet covering most of his body, making it difficult to decipher the plentiful tattoos that decorated his body. What is unmistakable is the expression of pleasure on Greg's face.
Aaron furiously pumps away, shouts "I'm gonna cum," grabs his cock and wanks to an explosive climax all over Greg's face. The supplicant smiles, his tongue theatrically straining for every last morsel of tasty cum. His cock surrenders to the vigorous attention it had been receiving, giving in to the unstoppable forces building up inside his body. With two short but loud grunts white trails fly from its thick head.
I gave a firm and decisive thumbs up gesture to Greg once he came out of his post-orgasm trance and opened his eyes. Aaron remained unaware that he had been performing for an appreciative spectator. Then I left them to clean up; a few minutes later noisily reentered the house through the front door.
They were hard at work.
The pair worked extra hard to make up the time that they had devoted to their extra-curricular activities. The robust love-making of the potent and powerful studs seemed to have re-energised them. At end of the day as they packed up Greg asked if I was satisfied with their work - "had I liked what I'd seen" he enquired with a smirk.
I asked both of them to come into my study. There I sat legs wide open, a hand resting on my stomach. They stood, Greg's hand gripping Aaron's shoulder. I told them they'd done a good day's work and I wanted to reward them. My hand slid down to my bulge and began to massage my growing cock.
Greg whispered to Aaron "I think we are going to be doing some overtime tonight son."
Aaron still looked a bit puzzled. Greg, clutching his growing bulge, clarified matters for him, "he wants to suck that lovely cock of yours."
I knelt in front of Aaron and pulled down the scally's trakkie bottoms; and so began a long evening of fun for the three of us.
The fitters turned up just after 8 a.m. My first thought on opening the door to them was: 'I wouldn't mind fitting my cock inside those arses.' You see I'm just your typical gay man - always thinking about cock and how to get more of it. The older man, clearly in charge, was handsome in a rugged, masculine, testosterone oozing from every pore, kind of way. Forty-something, balding, stocky, hairy, tattooed and sporting a wedding ring on his chubby finger, I thought he'd make a great model for a 'Tom of Finland' drawing. His assistant, the taller of the two was a gangling youth in a grubby tracksuit. With spotty skin, very short hair and a chunky chain round his neck, he looked like someone I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.
In an instant I was daydreaming about unbuttoning the flies on my chinos as the mismatched pair vied for pole position kneeling in front of my cock. Much as I wanted to pursue this line of thought, I needed to get them started on my carpets. I confirmed that their understanding of what needed doing matched mine, told them they could make tea and coffee anytime in the kitchen and where the toilet was. I explained I'd be working from home in my study. I did not explain that I would be spending most of the day with a hard-on imagining the fun and games I could have with them.
I made coffee while the fitters got started on ripping up the old carpet in the lounge. I entered the room with hot coffee cups in both hands to see my two fantasy fucks kneeling on the floor, bent over, their workwear tightly stretched over plump and inviting rears.
I felt tempted to go upstairs and have a wank there and then, but thought it better to wait till they leave. The burning question was could I get through the day without that bulge in my chinos being spotted.
I retired to my study and tried to get some work done, but the proximity of two such arousing men proved to be a distraction. Then much to my irritation the office called up and demanded that I come in and locate a misplaced file needed for a meeting that afternoon. Needless to say the disruption to my day pissed me off royally.
I told the workmen that I'd be out for next two to three hours, and not to leave the house unattended. My annoyance increased when ten minutes into the 40 minute drive to the office I got a follow-up call. The afternoon meeting had been postponed and the info in the file wouldn't be needed until next week. 'I can sort that out tomorrow' I thought, and turned round at the first opportunity and headed home, irritated by the wasted journey. Now I could get back to more important business - contemplating how to get an eyeful of my two visitors without being too obvious.
On returning home, I parked on the street (the carpet van is blocking my driveway) and entered the house by the kitchen door. My day suddenly gets more interesting.
I can hear noises - but it's not carpet laying; it's an entirely different type of laying. "Go on Aaron, suck that cock, suck me hard" are the first words I can make out.
Keen to discover more I tiptoe into the hallway and peek through the gap between the half open door and the frame.
Aaron is on his knees back facing me devouring Greg's cock. Pert youthful ass, smooth, firm and inviting rocking back and forward as his upper body moves in response to Greg's thrusting hips. I register every detail: Greg's big beefy muscular thighs, the down that spreads across his stomach, his hands hidden under his wife beater vest where they are massaging his nipples, the expression of open mouthed pleasure on his face, eye's screwed tightly closed. Greg's overalls are round his ankles, white y-fronts round his knees and his fat cock buried deep inside Aaron's mouth. The most notable thing about the youngster is the enthusiasm with which he tackles Greg's tackle.
I watch.
Greg opens his eyes. I put my finger up to my lips to imply he should keep quiet. He reads me perfectly and carries on face fucking his apprentice while grinning at me as I massage my cock. Greg moans energetically; performing for an audience (even it is just one person) is enhancing pleasure that Aaron's enthusiastic blow job is giving him.
After a couple of more minutes of giving pleasure to both me and Aaron, Greg breaks off. Aaron looks up at his boss in adoration. Greg reaches into his overalls and hands a rubber to his eager apprentice. Still with his back to me Aaron stands up removes his remaining clothes and unrolls the condom over his rigid member. I can just see the head glistening in the morning light - firm and solid. It doesn't take a genius to sense that I am witnessing a bond of understanding between two men who've done this before and know what to expect. I wonder how long they've been on such intimate terms.
Greg kneels on the floor and fingers his ass inviting Aaron to enter. Both are now facing away from me. I imagine Greg screwing up his face as Aaron's member makes its initial sortie, and it transforming into a serene smile, his eyes closed, as he savours the sensation of a youthful cock probing deep inside him. I wish I could get a closer look but I'm getting plenty of stimulation from what I can see... and hear. Aaron is such a noisy fuck I wonder if the neighbours can hear. He grunts and groans, with a few vaguely coherent phrases like 'take it Greg' and 'want my cock deep inside you' can just about be discerned. My own cock leaked precum over my fingers as I stroked it.
Aaron is clearly no novice, he shows tenderness, kissing the back of Greg's neck and slows his pace so as not to climax too soon. I was torn. I hoped this performance would continue into the afternoon, but I so wanted to see the couple reach their climaxes. They looked like the kind of guys who wouldn't cum quietly.
Sensing the moment is approaching, 'the time to cum has come' I thought, Aaron pulled out of Greg's ass, and the older man turned round, winking as his line of sight crossed mine, and knelt in front of his young master's cock taking it in his mouth. Once again it occurred to me that this was a well choreographed move by two men who knew each other very well.
I get my best view of Greg yet. He really is a hairy ape, a dark carpet covering most of his body, making it difficult to decipher the plentiful tattoos that decorated his body. What is unmistakable is the expression of pleasure on Greg's face.
Aaron furiously pumps away, shouts "I'm gonna cum," grabs his cock and wanks to an explosive climax all over Greg's face. The supplicant smiles, his tongue theatrically straining for every last morsel of tasty cum. His cock surrenders to the vigorous attention it had been receiving, giving in to the unstoppable forces building up inside his body. With two short but loud grunts white trails fly from its thick head.
I gave a firm and decisive thumbs up gesture to Greg once he came out of his post-orgasm trance and opened his eyes. Aaron remained unaware that he had been performing for an appreciative spectator. Then I left them to clean up; a few minutes later noisily reentered the house through the front door.
They were hard at work.
The pair worked extra hard to make up the time that they had devoted to their extra-curricular activities. The robust love-making of the potent and powerful studs seemed to have re-energised them. At end of the day as they packed up Greg asked if I was satisfied with their work - "had I liked what I'd seen" he enquired with a smirk.
I asked both of them to come into my study. There I sat legs wide open, a hand resting on my stomach. They stood, Greg's hand gripping Aaron's shoulder. I told them they'd done a good day's work and I wanted to reward them. My hand slid down to my bulge and began to massage my growing cock.
Greg whispered to Aaron "I think we are going to be doing some overtime tonight son."
Aaron still looked a bit puzzled. Greg, clutching his growing bulge, clarified matters for him, "he wants to suck that lovely cock of yours."
I knelt in front of Aaron and pulled down the scally's trakkie bottoms; and so began a long evening of fun for the three of us.
