Chapter 2 -- ON THE ROOF.
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-Everything will be today as it was yesterday, Horace, my friend --that's what he told me-. First I'll go to the roof. I'll take there everything I need.
-Perfect Kyle, glad you have returned after all.
-I promised you I would come back. I wanna be your friend, believe me. Hope today I can know you better. Glad to see that my new friend is totally hard now. You can wank all you want later. Today I will have the time to have a coffee with you, Horace. But now I'm heading to your rooftop. I can spend half the morning there.
With a widespread smile again and knowing where the stairs heading to the rooftop where, he went first to his van to fetch some things and finally I saw him walking up the stairs. Well, I had promised him I would not jerk myself off before him when he was on the roof, but I only fulfilled half my promise. I could not miss the experience of masturbating watching that hot boy shirtless, I guessed, for indeed that was the hottest day of that summer, and sweating. So I located the only place where I could see him without him seeing me. I moved quickly to the kitchen window and in fact once I was there I whipped my cock out and started whacking off the moment he was removing his T-shirt. What a show to see his hot naked chest again and in fact soon I saw a real lake of sweat running down every spot in his chest.
I love masturbating looking at a boy's sweat and it was certainly the first time I was doing it without the owner of that sweat knowing anything. I loved watching that pool that embellished his entire chest and came slowly down to wet his jeans and surely falling to the rooftop floor. It was the greatest show of sweat I had ever seen and surely the greatest show of sweat I would ever see. So many times I had thought something like this: if God there is, I must thank God for having invented manly sweat. Or maybe I should thank nature that we men sweated. I unconsciously came for the first time that morning but I soon started a second masturbation. Kyle could be hours perhaps on the roof and I should continue the fun of wanking over him. I saw him like a cat moving skillfully on the roof, repairing the tiles, his scarce hot muscles stretching as he worked and sweat covering him completely. How lucky I had been to make him come to work in my new house in the midst of July. I came for a second time. I did not jerk myself off a third time for soon I saw him coming down, still shirtless and when he approached me he still was completely sweaty and wonderfully smelly.
-There you are, Horace. Now there's no roof leaks over your bedroom nor anywhere else. I think later I will repair the piano.
-But you can have a coffee with me right now, can't you Kyle?
-I will.
Once we were having coffee, he told me I could already start playing with my dick and thanked me for not having wanked over him when he was on the roof. Totally red, I told him.
-I did Kyle, oh forgive me. I promised you that you would not see me but I could not miss the show of watching a totally hot worker like you on the roof, covered in sweat. It was such a big show that I've cum twice with that image. I had to watch you through my kitchen window, the only place where I could see you.
-And you think I'm gonna get angry, don't you Horace? No --he showed me again one of his most beautiful smiles-. You kept your promise since I haven't seen you and I told you that you could have that fun over and over again. You could do it now.
-Surely I will start soon, since you're so good that you'll also allow me. But first I wanna know you better, Kyle and wanna ask you some questions. So the first thing I want to know is: is there really anything that you can't do, Kyle?
-I guess I can't do a lot of things --his smile was almost laughter now-. Just ask.
-Well, sports first. Can you play golf?
-I've never tried golf so far but I think all I need is to try. I believe I can do it.
-What sports have you tried so far?
-Well, I've played football, basketball, tennis and some individual sports like cycling, swimming, gymnastics... I have even played chess and well, I've jumped from a plane sometimes, I mean I've gone parachuting. There's some sports I've never tried like golf or handball for instance, but I'm sure I can do them.
-You told me you can even play the piano, isn't it?
-Well, I'm not Chopin --he smiled again. How cute he was whenever he smiled-, but it's no merit of mine. I used to have a grand piano at home. And look, Horace, before you ask me. About the often heard sentence, I have planted some trees. I've never had a child but I'm sure I know how children are made --a big laugh then-. And well, I've never written a book, but as a child I used to write poetry. I was been awarded a price once.
-I'd love to read them, Kyle.
-I can take my poems here tomorrow if you want but I'm afraid it's nothing more than a child's tomfoolery, poems about the beauty of nature. I was very young then and I still didn't write poems over girls.
-So now I'm sure you can do anything, Kyle. You only have to try. And forgive me, the more I know you, the hotter I found you. I will jerk myself off a bit but please if ever you're uncomfortable just tell me.
And then I took my cock out, really hard at the thought that Kyle could do anything and at the vision of his hot chest, he was still shirtless, and of the sticky sweat he still had and was still running down his hot body and his wonderful smell of sweat. When Kyle saw me again masturbating, he smiled at me one more time and encouraged me to have all the fun I wanted.
-I can guess your dick will be exhausted if you've already cum twice, Horace.
-My dick can never get tired looking at you, Kyle. I can be constantly cumming and then cumming again.
-Good, that's what I want.
-So I hope you don't mind if now I ask you some sexual questions.
-Ask whatever you want, Horace.
-Have you had a lot of sex, Kyle? Only with girls, I suppose.
-Only with girls so far. Well, I cannot complain, but I haven't been with as many girls as I would have liked.
-Do you like jacking off, Kyle?
-A lot, let's say that it's my main hobby --a new wonderful smile looking at me as I kept on jacking off.
-Can I ask you... well, did you masturbate yesterday?
-In fact I did.
I saw him a little red then, as if he didn't want to tell me yesterday's masturbation.
-You don't have to answer me if you don't want, Kyle.
-Why not tell you anything, Horace? We're starting to be friends and I want you always comfortable with me to ask me anything.
-But I see you a bit embarrassed. Hope you're not gonna tell me you wanked over a boy and that's why you're shy now. Hope I'm not hurting you.
-You cannot hurt me, my friend. You're a really good man. And I won't say no to tell you my masturbation yesterday. It's not that I'm embarrassed, Horace. I'm just a bit disconcerted cause I still don't quite understand why I did what I did.
-What did you do? Well, if you want to tell me.
-Well, at about nine in the afternoon I needed to take a dump. Well, I hope now I don't turn you off because I'm telling you I took a dump.
-Of course not, Kyle. All sexy boys shit, and even not sexy boys and girls, everybody does. So you were shitting and then...?
-Well, when I was comfortably shitting, I noticed I had a big erection and I was surprised. I was not thinking of any girl then. Look, Horace, when you masturbate, you do it thinking about a girl or about a boy, whatever you prefer, but I didn't do either.
-So I'm curious now to know, Kyle, what did you wank over?
-Over myself. Well, I have told you that I had suddenly got hard and I soon knew the reason of my boner was the smell of my own pits. First I remembered that you have liked it, but shit! I suddenly liked it, and so much that I was not even conscious that I had already started playing with my dick. But then I was aware of what I was doing. I was jacking off smelling my own armpits, but I just couldn't stop. I had to go on, and in fact I continued for a couple of minutes till I shot a load.
-And what did you feel later, Kyle? Were you shocked?
-I wasn't. I just felt like having a second masturbation sniffing my pits, but I never did. I'm not shocked. I wanked over my smell and liked it but I just had to think at what I had done and what it was that was happening to me. Maybe I was becoming a bit gay.
-Kyle, you're not gay for masturbating over yourself. I think it's a very usual thing that even heterosexual boys jack off looking at themselves, not at other boys, only at themselves. I just can tell, if you allow me something as an advice: don't deny your dick any fun that you can see that makes it hard and gives you the desire to cum.
-So what do you recommend me to do, Horace?
-Well, have you got a large mirror in the bathroom where you can look at your whole body?
-I have.
-Then I would suggest you this, Kyle, something I'm sure many heterosexual boys do and it can even be helpful to boost your self-esteem, for you're a really hot guy but I think you are not convinced of that fact yet.
-So I should do...?
-I would suggest you this, remember you don't have to do it, but well, you can take everything off and look at your completely naked body in the mirror and wank looking at the hot boy you will see then. It will totally convince you of how sexy you are.
-You're right, I will do it today.
-And then... well, if smelling your pits have given you some fun, and if you still wanna come unwashed to my house as I told you I want you, well, you can masturbate again with something now you're sure that makes you hard and gives you the desire to wank. You can again sniff your pits or you could go a bit further and even lick them and that way you can even know your own tastes. And believe me: you won't be gay for that. You're just discovering a new fun for your dick, jacking off over your own self. And of course you will always be that hot heterosexual boy you are.
-Then I will have two masturbations today over myself. Tomorrow I will tell you, you can be sure. It's funny to come to your house and see the owner constantly masturbating and even wanting to improve your sexual life. My God, Horace, I really want to be your friend.
-Kyle, tell me the truth, is this situation really funny for you?
-Indeed, you can be sure I love coming to your house and see you constantly wanking over me. It's a real hot experience.
-Well, if all this is being funny, I could even suggest you something more, but only if you want, remember.
-Don't be shy, Horace. What is it you wanna tell me?
-Would you like to work totally nude, Kyle?
-Oh, my God, wouldn't you mind, Horace?
-Mind? It's you that should mind, knowing I will be watching you completely horny. You can work naked everywhere, even in the garden, there's no neighbours who could see you.
-Today I'm gonna wank naked looking at myself in a mirror, and tomorrow I will tell you. I might like what I see or not, I mean maybe I see a hot boy, who knows? But it's the same. I know I am hot enough for you and I'm sure you would really like to see me naked. So ok, not today, but after tomorrow I can work totally nude. I think I'm gonna miss these fifteen days, lol: coming to a house to work naked before a man who will be constantly wanking over you. I'll have nothing on tomorrow, but I think I will at least need some slippers.
-No need to bring slippers from your house, Kyle. I have a lot of shoes at home and I think you and I have the same shoe size. And one more thing, Kyle, if you wanna take a break from time to time, you can also do something here that you like doing at home: I mean you can also stop your work and jack off whenever you want.
-Oh my God, I will never again have such a wonderful job, Horace. And I tell you that tomorrow I will work totally nude and will probably jerk myself off. You already do the second but I want you to do both. I mean this: this is your house, Horace and I want you just as comfortable. If you want me to be naked, I will, provided you also take everything off.
-But won't you be uncomfortable, Kyle?
-I won't be uncomfortable even if suddenly I discovered myself with a boner looking at your nudity. You've told me I'm open-minded and you've already taught me how to enjoy whatever makes my dick hard. Don't think I will get hard looking at you, but if that happened, I would tell you and wouldn't give a damn, believe me.
-Ok, so tomorrow if you still desire it, Kyle, you can work here totally nude and masturbate whenever you want.
-Good, now we've had the coffee break, I'm gonna try and repair your piano.
He stood up and surprised me first playing my piano. I wanted to masturbate again but first I asked him whether he would mind.
-Please, Horace. I told you that you can do it whenever you fucking desire. I don't mind if you're the whole day having fun. Please never ask me again.
So I started a new masturbation but I had to stop when I heard that hot boy easily playing the piano first in order to see what could be wrong.
-Sounds wonderfully, Kyle, but what's that music? I had never heard it.
-Well --he timidly answered-, it's something that I composed three years ago, but it's nothing but a motif.
-You're talented. Did you title it?
-I didn't but it sounds like a princess in a carriage, doesn't it? Well, it could be titled motif for a princess, if you want, or maybe you prefer motif for a prince --he winked at me, always smiling.
-I want you to show me the score tomorrow.
-Ok, I will. Well, playing your grand piano, I think it sounds perfectly except perhaps one of the black keys. I think it can be E flat. I'll open the piano top. Maybe we're lucky and it's only one of the piano hammers.
I resumed my masturbation once I saw that hot boy standing still shirtless and bending over the piano.
-I won't have to change any string. It's one of the hammers in fact.
I saw him repairing it all the time playing with my dick till finally he told me he was gonna sit again and it was then I shot my umpteenth load. Now he could perfectly play "motif for a prince" as I would call it after now.
-Perfect now. Sit beside me. I will teach you the tune, Horace.
I was for a very short while learning the wonderful motif he'd composed.
-This is all for today, my friend. Tomorrow I'll bring the seeds to plant your orange trees and finally I will tackle your bathroom. And ok, I'll bring you my poems too and you will see I'm not gifted, lol.
-I'm sure you are. At least you are gifted in music. Ok, Kyle, see you tomorrow.
I shook his hands and he told me he expected me naked tomorrow when he rang the bell if I still wanted him to work totally nude in his house. I told him I would but had my doubts.
Nevertheless, the next morning, I had nothing on when I heard the bell. I first looked cautiously through the peephole and it was him indeed. I opened the door. Now I hoped he was not shocked and hoped I could see Kyle today totally nude.
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