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If I had a dog ...
If I did .. he would probably say "ruff ruff" ... me.. I was saying "roof! roof! Damned fucking roof!!"
Sooner or later everything gets a bit older and worn out ... and 'house coverings' are no different. Yep.. them things called "roofs".
So how is that a sexy story ... well... you wouldn't ask that if you met my roofers!!
I guess you just finished shaking your head when you finally, now, got my catchy title .. whadda segway. C'mon... this story is under 'gay encounters' not 'beastiality'.
That's what it's all about .. The contractor himself was a hot, young late-30's guy .. had a great body at about 5'10" with lots of work-formed muscles from his own earlier years up there nailing shingles. .. and his crew.. cum-drippin' boys that had you hot, hard, and hungry the first time you saw them, assuming you are so inclined .. (and if you are reading this.. I think I can assume...)
It had finally gotten too bad .. my skylights in the family room addition from 8 years ago had leaked - despite re-flashing and enough tar to pave a 200-mile thruway -- to the point that I had to do something .. so here I was ... take the damned things out and fix the roof and ceiling or end up having to do the walls along with it.
Turned out there was more damage to the roof itself than to the ceiling inside... and biting the bullet (and the costs).. I gave the go-ahead.
...and the 'invasion' began .. hot studly boys outside and inside...as I just sat there and watched.
Well... really I didn't just sit..or watch... I'd sit for a while, then head to the bathroom and jerk off a load with visions of all those big, hot, young, baskets, fantasizing what might be inside the cutoff jeans shorts. That's the standard roofer 'uniform' - cut-offs and tan work boots. They always start the day with t-shirts, but by an hour into work, those garments are removed and tossed to the ground, leaving shining, sweaty, muscled bodies in unobstructed view.
It being "my house" ... and living alone .. one day I didn't close the door all the way ... and ... it slowly opened.
"Gotcha!" he said as I finally noticed the more open door ...
It was my contractor.
"They are nice, aren't they?" he posed. "Why do you think I pick the ones I do?"
Being totally shamed at being caught with my cock in my hand.. and also a bit more than pissed at someone opening the bathroom door on me .... I was also totally confused.
"Ummmn.. Uhnnnnn... ohhhhh... whaaaaaa....jeeeeze..." Then, finally I got words and shouted, "What the fuck!!???"
"I've seen you checking them all out .. and me too... I think you would like to 'sample' a few," he stated without blinking or blushing, "and...I'm okay with that. Where would you like to start?"
If I hadn't been sitting on the closed lid, I think I might have just shit right then!!
"And what makes you think that ...." I tried to counter ...and then just realized that was dumb and I .. well... wilted.
"Yeah... I have .. and .. I'd like you to start.. but can I have Carl next?"
He actually laughed. At first I was almost humiliated, then I realized he was just laughing at the relief of the situation...and then he added, "sounds good to me."
"So what's next?" I asked, perfectly at ease.
"Clean things up, and go get in bed. I'll be there in a few."
With that he walked out and headed for the work area.
I did what he asked/told/demanded(?) ... I jumped up, opened the lid to the toilet, pulled off my clothes, and grabbed the syringe. I cleaned myself inside, brushed my teeth, then jumped in for a very quick shower, and headed to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, Rod (the contractor, and as I was to discover, so aptly named) came in and walked over to the edge of the bed. He stood there for a minute...then...without a word he kicked off his boots, unbuttoned and dropped his cut-offs - of course, he was commando under them -- lifted the sheet and comforter, and crawled in next to me.
I had only gotten a quick look at the tackle between his legs...but it registered as nice, and big...and uncut. That's my 'downfall'. Oh, how I love that extra hood of skin. Love to play with it, just look at it, watching as it peels back over the slickly smooth, blue-cast head, and most of all to taste it, nibble that little nipple, and get my tongue in under it.
I, myself, am cut (dammit!)...but I've been told more than once that I do know how to take care of an uncut one. So far none of my previous encounters with one ended badly.
Rod didn't waste any time. He just moved up to me, wrapped those gorgeous guns around me, and planted a kiss on my lips.
Usually, it's a bit of nibble and nuzzle and moving toward lips slowly ... testing the other guy's limits. He didn't hesitate. His lips were on mine, grinding and pressing. His teeth opened and I felt his tongue sweeping over my lips. They opened reactively and in the next second we were tongue-grappling back and forth like two enraged anacondas.
A little lower down, I could feel his rock-hard member rubbing into my belly and leaving a cold streak wherever it touched. "MMMMmmmmm" I moaned. Reaching down I grabbed hold and felt a very large handful of hot, throbbing manhood. Gripping it firmly, I pushed the skin on the shaft down toward his pubes and could just imagine seeing the head emerging as I did so. Then I pushed it downward so it slipped in under my balls.
Tightening my thighs, I began to slow hump forward and back, feeling his cockhead as it rode over my scrotum and the perineum. That time he moaned "MMMMmmmmmm." Our lips still locked together.
Finally I pulled back a bit and attacked his ear and neck. Nuzzling and licking and nibbling as we both chorused our moans.
Then he returned the favor and went after my ear and neck like a starving man on a prime steak. By now I had quit humping him as he took over there too and began driving that not-so-miniature telephone pole between my thighs.
I couldn't wait any more. I had to both see and taste that log. I backed away, tossed the covers down and by natural attraction (not looking yet) grabbed it and lifted it as he rolled onto his back. What I saw just made me weak in the knees. Thank goodness I wasn't standing up. I know I would have fallen. There were 8 of the most incredible inches of mantackle I have ever seen. As I stared uncontrollably, I moved my hand down the shaft and watched as the nipple over the tip opened up and slid tightly over the pre- cum slickened head until it slipped under the coronal ring.
Oh.... That shiny, smooth, slightly-bluish-cast head just throbbed and took my breath away. I was going to chow down on that monster and, if things turned out (turned over?) right, I was going to swallow it up my chute and let it plant a gallon of its seed in me.
Without waiting I lifted up and all but lunged downward to trap it in my hungry top hole, pushing the skin forward as I did to protect its sensitivity until I was ready to go there.
By the time my lips reached the end, the nipple of skin was back in place and I just licked it, then lightly nibbled it between my upper lip and lower teeth. His back arched, raising his ass and that Washington Monument of cocks, as his moan shifted to a growl.
Keeping my hand in place to keep that hood intact, I slipped my tongue into the breech and began to run its rough surface over and around the inner contents. He shivered.
Then slowly I pushed my hand down the shaft, revealing the bared head as my lips moved right with the then-stretched skin and enveloped it until my lips were over the rim as well.
As I turned on my 'Hoover-mode", I kept running my tongue around the edge, paying special attention to both the slit and the v-base of the head. By now he was pouring out his wonderfully tasty nectar like a gas-hose. I've had a few 'juicy' guys in my past, but this guy set world records!! His was truly a cock of "milk and honey".
I couldn't resist. I went down deep ... until, unfortunately my gag-reflex kicked in. Yeah.. it's still there as hard as I try to overcome it. And I did that. I tried again, but, again, it kicked. Oh well....one of these days....
However, by now I had him harder than a cement milestone marker and he was sure as hell 'slicked up'. So I reached over to my bedside night stand and pumped a handful of my ready-and-waiting bottle of Lubriderm into my palm...then slapped it into my crack.
Rolling away from him, I turned my head back and said, "Now. Fuck me now!!"
Raising my top leg, he moved into position and I felt that wide helmet probe into my crack and like a homing missile it found its target.
"Push!" I demanded.
And push he did. And I thought I was having an SUV drive in there !!!! Yes, there was some pain, but as soon as he had breeched the wall, he stopped and let it subside. Then he began his relentless drive to the depths.
"OOOhhhhhhhhhh!! Ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk!" he groaned. "OHhhhhh, yeah, babyyyy! That is so tight and hot!! Damn!!! That's it!!!!"
"Great," I moaned back over my shoulder. "Now fuck it!!! ...and don't shut-up. Lemme know you like it."
"Like it?" he responded. "I 'love' it. I'm not even started and I'm coming back later for seconds!!!!"
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I countered.
"I'm gonna make you whine like a bitch," he muttered.
"NO! I'm not a 'bitch' ... I'm just another guy that likes man-on-man sex and I like to get fucked. So fuck me, tell you like it, moan, groan, curse, whatever... but don't demean me. I'm not that submissive."
"Yes, sir!" he half-laughed. "Permission to 'cum' aboard."
"Permission granted," I chuckled as I pushed my ass onto him until I felt his pubes on the top of my crack. "Cum aboard, on board, inboard...."
And then the 'fun' really began.
Pushing my raised shoulder forward, he had me on my stomach and began to plow that field with some major equipment. He was moaning, I was moaning. He growled, I growled. He pumped, I rose to meet his thrust, squeezing my ass muscles to grip and hold him. Then he got to just the right angle and the next thrust pounded my g-spot.
"Awwwwwwwww Fuccccckkkkkkkk!" I literally shouted. All I could see was fireworks in my brain. "Do that again," I nearly begged.
And do-it-again he did!!!! I'm sure my eyes crossed inside my closed eyelids. My body just spasmed and went rigid.
Having found the right spot, he worked it until I was no more than just a puddle of jelly, and he was riding atop it all.
Somewhere in there I just started to pour out cum. It wasn't really like an orgasm - just like there was a tap and someone opened it. I came to a partial level of reality and went to work on his cock with my inner muscles that much harder.
That was just before he groan-shouted, "OOOOhhhhhhhhh m'godddddddddd!! Here it cums!!! here it cums !!!!!"
....and OMG did he !!! I could feel his already huge, rigid, swollen member get even larger and harder until it stretched my insides and then erupted like Vesuvius.
It seemed like gallons of searing man-lava was being unleashed into my guts. I expected it to float my eyeballs and come out my nose.
He didn't make a sound ...he just jammed that bone into my hole as hard and deep as it would go and his whole body just shook as I counted "one, two, three ... eleven, twelve.." and he hadn't stopped. That's when it dawned on me that I hadn't even heard him breathe.
It must have been a full minute before he all but just collapsed onto me, and began to suck in great quantities of air. After gaining a bit of rational thought, he realized that he had me pinned to bed and I was having a bit of breathing problem with his full weight on me.
He started to pull out and roll off.
"NO! Leave it in there, please." I asked.
So he just raised his upper body onto his elbows and began to kiss the back of my neck. We enjoyed it until he went totally soft and my natural peristalsis ejected him.
Then he rolled off me and I turned toward him.
"Nice," I said with a smile.
"Damned nice," he replied with a smile.
Then we moved together to kiss again. This time a nice quick peck on lips, saying "yes, it was nice."
Then he moved up and over me to get off the bed. "Gotta go check on my boys," he said.
"I know," I groaned, trying to let him know that I would rather he stayed where he had been..
"You want to see Carl?" he asked.
"Not now, man... I gotta recover..."
By then, he was dressed and heading out of the bedroom.
" 'Cum' again," I added as his back disappeared around the corner of the hallway.
Hope you enjoyed And.. btw... if you liked or not .. let me know .. I do respond. That's cnjshore9@aol.com ..also let me know if you think I should develop it into a new series.....