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Boarding House Encounters
Brad's dad, Steve, had inherited a vacant house, adjacent to his, from his father. Steve had lacked the interest to do anything with the empty property for years, mostly because it needed refurbishing and he did not have the funds to tackle the renovations, From especially after his divorce.
At 16 years of marriage, Lorraine and Steve had decided their differences were too far and wide to reconcile. The divorce became final and they parted ways under amicable terms.
Growing up in Nova Scotia, Brad was used to harsh winters. Being an only child, he grew up helping his parents keeping their homestead tidy, especially in the back, where they had quite a bit of land, filled with beautiful pine trees. Brad even had a bungalow that his grand dad had made for him, built entirely from log wood.
The small cabin was big enough for Brad to hang out, play video games, do homework or chill with a few of his friends from school. It did have a full size bed, sofa , kitchenette and bathroom. Most of all, it was quite private, a good 30 feet away from the main house and surrounded by trees.
At one point, Steve had considered renting the bungalow to a college student, but after realising how much Brad loved to seclude himself there, he changed his mind. Steve knew the impending divorce was being very hard on his son and wanted to make things as bearable as possible.
The property Steve inherited from his dad, was spacious but needed a lot of TLC and money to update. After the divorce, Steve got custody of Brad and Lorraine moved with her new boyfriend to Calgary. Still, that empty house kept nagging at him, but he was not clear how to proceed with it.
One day, Steve learned that his town, would become a hub for new home construction and that the builders were hiring workers from throughout Canada and beyond. These workers would be hired to undertake project management, logistics and of course, construction of the new homes.
Steve found out that the builders were going to hire workers not only from Canada, but from Latin America, Eastern Europe and parts of Asia.
What got his attention though was hearing that there was going to be a shortage of housing for the workers, due to a lack of long term apartment rentals and rooming/boarding homes.
A light went on inside his head and he thought about his dad's house, sitting there empty.
He sat down with Brad, who had turned 16 and asked him for his opinion of converting the 2 floor, 5 bedroom, 4 bath home into a "Boarding House".
Steve was clear that without any liquid funds available for the renovations, he would need to apply for a loan. Being that he had real estate collateral, he figured he would be approved by the bank.
There were several caveats to the whole plan. They needed to find a team of qualified, affordable professionals to redo the house and bring it up to snuff.
They also had to furnish it, prepare the common areas, including the living room, kitchen and outdoor terrace. Steve then remembered that the property had a spacious basement that could be configured as a laundry/gym/game room for the boarders.
Steve wanted to offer the most amenities within his reach, to attract long term boarders, since most of the contracts being offered lasted an average of 2-3 years.
The other big caveat was Steve's job at the electric plant which had very demanding shift work. He never knew which shift he would be assigned to from week to week. There was no way he could take on managing the boarding house under those conditions.
As Steve explained all these parameters to his son, Brad's mind was figuring how to help out.
"Dad, what's required to run the boarding house on a day to day basis", asked Brad.
"Well son, I would need someone to interview and pre qualify the boarders, to make sure they are gainfully employed, have all their legal documents in place, that they look decent and responsible and that they can be trusted. After all, that house is kitty corner from ours and we don't want any weird people staying so close to us", disclosed Steve.
"I see dad, it makes sense", agreed young Brad.
"But what else must be done on a regular basis?", further inquired Steve's only son.
"Aside from what I just mentioned, the boarders will need a change of bedsheets at least once a week and fresh towels every 3 days. There will be a set of house rules that will need to be observed", clarified Steve.
"Why are you asking all these questions, Bradley?"
"Dad, I really see great potential for putting that house to good use and earning additional cash every month. I realise a bank loan would be needed, but if all 5 rooms are rented, there will be enough to pay the loan and save as well".
"I guess what I'm trying to say dad is, maybe I can take over managing the boarding house. I am usually back from school at 3PM and can easily handle everything you mentioned".
"Well son, I do think I will take you up on your offer", smiled Steve.
"Not only will it help make the boarding house work, but it will give you a chance to learn about business, responsibility and contribute financially to our household as well".
"Let's go to the bank next week and apply for the loan", said Steve.
After their conversation, Steve realised that sourcing the day to day management of the boarding house to Brad, would be beneficial in multiple ways. Most of all, it would keep his mind occupied so he would not dwell of the divorce of his parents as much.
Additionally, Brad was just a month away from summer vacation and there were no plans to travel anywhere out of town.
The timing would be perfect for Brad to oversee all the renovations and report back to Steve, at least the work done during the day. Steve would take over on weekends.
Steve anticipated that the whole project would take 3-4 weeks.
Brad went to bed that night and thought about the boarding house project. He was starting to look forward to the experience of running the new venture. Brad was 16, but was quite mature.
He also harboured a secret. Brad realised he was gay. It dawned on him when he turned 14 and developed a crush on his best friend from school, Derek.
Being raised Catholic, there was no fertile ground for discussing his sexual orientation. He also kept to himself and focused on school and helping out around the house. He purposely avoided mentioning girls at all costs.
He opted to join the school's track and field team and took swimming lessons and other courses, including Spanish and Italian. He was also active in church. He figured his parents would just think Brad simply had no time for romance or budding relationships with girls.
Now that it was just him and his dad, living alone in the house, he did ponder the thought of eventually coming out, but it was something he would have to plan carefully.
Another big factor for Brad, was his raging hormones and very high levels of testosterone. He always woke up with an off the charts hard on, leaking with profuse amounts of preseminal fluid and churning balls. His uncut cock measured over 8 inches, with a very suckable cockhead. His foreskin would go up and down with ease, especially when wet with precum or whatever he could find as lube. He preferred coconut oil but sometimes, he would buy small jars of Albolene.
His dickhead was very sensitive and sometimes, he would cum, just by rubbing the tip of his index finger on his sweet spot, the frenulum. He would also cum really hard, humping the bed, with his lubed up hand directly under his cock and balls. He needed to have a towel under his hand to avoid wetting his bedsheets.
Masturbation became a morning ritual, just before rising from bed. He would lay there fully naked and watch videos on his phone or read erotic stories on the many sites he already knew of.
He also had a tube sock he would put on his erect penis and shoot many loads into it. He would sometimes inhale the scent of past loads while thinking of Derek.
Brad also loved to wank off in the shower, especially when he was home alone. He would sometimes take a big cucumber and remove the inside pulp and use it as a makeshift Fleshlight. He would cum so hard his legs would wobble and almost lose his balance.
Nontheless, he hungered for a real life, real time, encounter, with another guy, his age or older.
He wanted to experience in real time what he was seeing in videos and reading about on sites devoted to gay literary erotica.
Like any other human being, he wanted to feel what a kiss was like. He craved a full frontal hug with another man. Most of all, he wanted to finally feel a hard cock in his hand, observe it up close and of course, smell and taste it. Brad wanted to experience a cock, other than his own. Brad's goal was to eventually, make another guy shoot his load using his hand or his mouth. He also wanted to have his cock sucked to completion.
Thinking of cock sucking or getting sucked, would make Brad get hard in seconds and was one of the scenarios that made him ejaculate his semen within 5 minutes of starting to masturbate.
Having watched many tube' videos, he even had stumbled across something called "Frot", or, body to body' grinding. He had seen guys rub their cocks and balls together, sometimes, kissing deeply and ejaculating their semen on each other, in intense orgasms, sometimes, simultaneously.
"Frotting", was now very high on his `bucket list' to experience, along with sucking and making out.
In essence, Brad was like a bottle of champagne, contents under pressure, waiting to burst out, literally. He knew that it would not take too long for him to get up the courage and somehow, pursue someone, somewhere, for his first actual, physical sexual encounter. He would also need to work on his tendency to be shy around people and sometimes, even slightly nervous.
He also knew his dad, was not getting any regular sex since Lorraine and he decided to call it quits years ago. Yes, he dated, but nothing serious would become of anything. Therefore , he also knew his handsome dad masturbated and quite often.
Both slept nude and seldom closed their bedroom doors, therefore, on very horny nights, they would hear each other fisting their cocks and cumming.
Nudity was also fluid, Steve was not shy about walking around naked, mostly when going in and out of the shower. Steve and Brad were blessed with the same type of cock, hung and uncut. Both had low hanging, full round hairy sensitive ballsacks. Their muscled asses were round, meaty and hairy.
Brad was not a prude either. Once his mom left, it was common for him to walk around the house in skimpy underwear or if alone, while dad was working, totally naked.
Even inside his log cabin, Brad loved to be nude, often times, jerking off on his cozy bed, in complete privacy, with the windows letting in a cool breeze scented with the aroma of dozens of pine trees.
As Brad laid in bed, he thought about the process of renting out the rooms. He realised he would be interviewing prospective boarders, asking questions and deciding which ones were the best candidates to rent out the units to. Would he be partial to hot, hunky men with prominent bulges and ice melting smiles, time would tell.
He did think about the fact that many of these renters would be construction workers, with muscular bodies, men aged from their late teens to the mid forties. These guys would come home all sweaty and hit the showers then open up some cans of beer and chill, many, sharing those moments with their fellow boarders.
Brad imagined them hanging out down in the cellar, at the game room, shooting pool, watching a game, guys being guys, bro's', to be precise. Maybe getting a bit buzzed, perhaps, engaging in a bit of horseplay', as men often do when the beer goes to their heads.
Also, Brad reasoned that most of these men would be without their girlfriends, wives and maybe even, `partners'. Yes, the thought did cross Brad's mind that there was a chance some gay or bi men, could eventually be part of the equation.
He thought for sure, that no matter what, there would be lots of masturbation inside those rooms and in the showers. One of the house rules that Steve was sure to impose, was no overnight guests allowed, which would mean no one could bring home girls or prostitutes.
With the lights out and his mind filled with visions of masculine, muscular men being so close at hand, at the new boarding house, Brad felt his cock get hard. Taking off his shorts, he reached for the Albolene and smeared his cock from head to balls, jerking off fast and furious. He thought about finally sucking off a hunky guy inside one of the rented rooms. Within just 2-3 minutes, Brad opened his legs wide, arched his back, wiggled his ass and shot his hot load of cum straight up his chest and onto his face, some splashing on his headboard.
Panting and heaving, covered in perspiration, Brad did not even bother to clean up the mess, he fell fast asleep, waking up the next morning to the smell of cum in his sheets. Luckily, it was laundry day and all would come out in the wash, he mused.
The day came and Brad joined his dad in going to the bank for the house improvement loan. All went well and within 24 hours, they had the funds available for the renovations.
Steve spent a week searching for the team of workers to undertake the project. He hired a total of 11 men to handle everything from painting to improving plumbing, roofing, AC and heating units and of course, renovating all the bedrooms, bathrooms and other areas of the 2 story property.
Brad reminded Steve to make sure the cellar was renovated as well. He helped his dad design a layout that would make room for a pool table, some sofas, easy chairs, workout equipment and a new washer and dryer. Steve made a mental note to pick up a large screen tv for the men to enjoy their sport events. Brad also recommended getting a small fridge and installing a washroom as well.
Surprisingly, Steve also added soundproofing padding so anyone upstairs, trying to rest or sleep, would not be bothered by the sounds down in the cellar.
The renovations began during the first week of Brad's summer vacation. While Steve was at work, Brad welcomed the 11 men to begin the project. He had already stocked a cooler with water, soft drinks and beer for the guys. He also had one of the bathrooms readied in the old house in case anyone wanted to shower after work.
Taking a half hour to meet everyone and go over the renovation schedule, 16 year old Brad, felt grown up and important, he felt that he had reached adulthood, taking on a significant responsibility. However, he could not hide his age, and slight naiveness of his personality. He was also aware he was very good looking.
Brad stood almost 6 feet tall, weighed 155 pounds, with a hairy torso, legs and arms. Not overly muscular, he did have a toned body and his 8 + inches of uncut meat, was often visible, he did pack a nice healthy bulge. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes, clean shaven and a very sexy smile.
He was ripe for the taking and he knew it, but was too jittery to take the first steps.
Of the 11 renovation contractors, one guy snagged Brad's attention. It was one of the men hired to undertake the refurbishing of the cellar. His name was Toby and was just starting out in the business. He had been taken under the wing of his work partner, Alain, also part of the team.
Standing about 5'11, almost as tall as Brad, Toby had just turned 18 the day before. Dark haired, clean shaven, blue eyed, muscular and with a somewhat magnetic personality, he came across friendly, approachable and as professional as could be for his age.
Brad became somewhat nervous around Toby for the rest of the week. He was aware that he felt physically attracted to the 18 year old contractor, but was petrified of showing it. Every time Toby got close to Brad to ask questions or update him on the progress downstairs, he felt his cock begin to harden and would do all possible to conceal it.
One day, mid July, the temperature rose to 80 degrees and most of the men, took off their shirts to work more comfortably. Toby was no exception. Down in the cellar, Toby was alone, installing the plumbing in the area near the wet bar, next to where the small fridge would go. His partner Alain, was at the local hardware store getting supplies.
Brad went down to see how everything was going. He too, was shirtless and wearing a pair of classic Adidas shorts, the kind that are lined with mesh material, which eliminates the need to put on underwear. He was just one step away, one clothing article from being naked.
Startled by Brad's presence in just his very short shorts, Toby, was a bit taken aback and stuttered as he provided an update. Brad, too, was again, feeling nervous, taking in Toby's muscled chest, abs and strong arms. Seeing him without a shirt on, made Brad gulp, something that Toby took notice of. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the cellar was full of sexual tension, it could be felt in the air.
Brad was also keenly aware that for the very first time, he was alone with Toby. Alone. Downstairs, in the cellar. He felt a storm of butterflies in his stomach. He felt his penis begin to fill with blood. He felt his balls churn. Brad began to break out in a sweat. He blamed the 80 degree weather.
Toby smiled and walked over to Brad.
"Hey, you can tell your dad, most of the plumbing work will be completed in about a week. Then, we will focus on painting, installing the wood
floors, AC/heating units and all the other items that are pending. It should take about 3 weeks for everything to be completed", assured Toby.
Standing less than a foot away from Brad, he could feel Toby's energy and the faint smell of his body, which was a bit sweaty from the warm weather, since the cellar still had no AC. Brad felt his head spin as his perspiration became more apparent. What was also becoming far more visible, was Brad's hard on, which there was no way he could hide.
"That's great Toby, I will call my dad and give him the head's up", said Brad, feeling his mouth dry up and his heartbeat race.
Stepping up to Brad a bit closer, Toby said..
"If there is anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask", said Toby in a hushed voice.
"Awesome, I will", agreed Brad.
"By the way Brad, I totally like those shorts you are wearing, they look cool", remarked Toby.
"Yeah, they are vintage shorts from the 80's, got them on ebay. I usually wear them during the summer to go biking or when I'm working outside, mowing the lawn or cleaning out my bungalow", commented Brad.
"Well, I'll have to look those up on ebay and get a few pairs, smiled Toby".
"Are those lined underneath, because you don't seem to have any underwear on", asked Toby.
"Yeah, they are, it's a kind of mesh material, very breathable, comfortable, it actually feels nice against the skin, and no, there is no need to wear anything underneath", said Brad.
"Can I peak inside, I just want to get an idea of what they are like, before I bid for them on ebay", nonchalantly asked Toby.
Before Brad had a chance to respond, Toby took his right hand and slipped it inside of Brad's shorts and pulled it forward, allowing him to check out the mesh lining and thereby too, snagging a quick view of the base of his now, totally erect penis.
"Thanks Brad, I'll go look them up tonight on ebay, maybe I'll find some and place a few bids", seductively smiled Toby.
It was then Brad noticed that Toby was now sporting a very obvious bulge in his work pants, with a tell tale wet spot, developing in the very front.
Both guys stood there, face to face , with less than a foot separating them. It was clear that the level of attraction was mutual, even though neither voiced it or made overt moves to confirm anything.
Toby then, walked up closer to Brad and began to say something, but was stopped cold by the sound of someone walking down the stairs into the cellar. It was Alain, back from the hardware store.
"Hey Toby, I'm back bro, we can now continue with those hookups", announced Alain.
"Oh, hi Brad, I did not know you were down here, good to see you", said Toby's partner.
"It's good to see you too Alain", said Brad.
Almost getting caught, both young men had to hide their erections and act nonchalantly, thereby avoiding Alain being the wiser.
It was a very close call.
"Hey guys, I won't interrupt your work. I'm going back to my bungalow for the day, just let yourselves out. If you need to ask me something, text or call me on my mobile. You can also walk over to my cabin and knock on the door, that will be fine too. Otherwise, I'll see you guys in the morning", said Brad.
With that, Brad went upstairs and after repeating the same thing to the other 9 contractors, left his grand dad's house under renovation and walked over to his log cabin.
Once inside, he ditched his shorts, got on his bed and began a torrid masturbation session, using his precum as lube. He imagined Toby on top of him, rubbing his cock against his, making out and racing towards a earth shaking orgasm.
Just when he was about to cum, his dad rang him on the phone.
"Hey son, what's up, give me an update on the reno", asked Steve.
After Toby bought Steve up to speed, he decided to cool things off and took a long leisurely shower.
He began jerking off again, soaping up his rigid cock but something made him stop. He washed his hair and rinsed off, stepping out of the shower and drying off.
Wrapping another towel around his waist, he went and got a bottle of apple juice from the fridge.
Just then, he heard a knock at the door...
To be continued.