I had been living in my house for roughly 2 years and felt that it was time that I actually did some work to it. The wallpaper was old the carpet tatty and I was definitely the more modern minimalist type. This house needed some serious work. I could probably have done most of it, but it would have taken me more than a good few weeks. Much like the introduction to this story, it sounded boring as hell.
So let me set the scene, that eventually let to me having 2 hot boys pounding my ass and getting my house decorated all for one price.
My name is Darren, you might know about my sexcapades already, but hey, if not welcome aboard! At this time I was 22, young hung and no longer living with mum. I loved my house, but I loved hunky boys too. And i loved that they would come/cum and do some hard work for me.
I knew a friend from school. Matthew he left a few years before we finished but I had somehow found his details in a local handyman leaflet. Matthew: painter, decorator and add jobs. I knew him to be straight but I was hoping that the odd jobs related to hand and mouth. I remember him being shorter than I was at school, deep dark hair with brown tempting eyes. He always had a slight tan but swore he never used the sunbeds. Thin, yet secretly withholding a six pack from anyone who was not lucky enough to have been in his class and see him naked in the showers. Of course that meant I had also seen his cock. To be fair, he did in a round about way tell me to look at it. We used to sit beside each other in computers class. I always had my leg pressed up against his, yet he didn't seem to move it. One day I had picked up enough courage to whisper to him, "how big is yours?" To my surprise and delight he whispered back, "big, look next time we are in the showers and you'll see." He wasn't telling lies that's for sure. The next week I managed to rest my hand on his leg for a few seconds. Again he didn't seem to mind. Anyways that was Matthew. Now after so many years I was going to phone him up and ask him to come fill in my holes, and do some painting.
The phone call seemed to go fine, why wouldn't it. Like most tradesmen he used a mobile, so after the initial call he kept in contact by text. Sending one an hour before he arrived. I felt nervous to say the least. It was like being back in school I was getting nerves in my stomach just because someone was coming to do some DIY. Yes the other factor was that the person was hot.
Matthew's van pulled upside my house and I paces from the living room to the front door several times. It seemed to take him ages to get out of the van and to my door. When I saw him though, the nerves doubled, possibly even quadrupled. He was as stunning as ever, although with now had a bit more stubble. He came up to the door, which I opened before he could wrap or ring the door bell. "hey Darren" he said "I thought it was you" thankfully he remember me. So at least there wouldn't be any awkward greetings. He extended his hand to shake mine. I had never touched his hand before, so this was pretty exciting, yet a little sad, after all it was only a handshake.
As I invited him into the house I heard the van door on the opposite side close. I fixed my eyes on that direction and watched as a young 18 or so boy walked round. Blond, tall, thin, and just as every bit as sexy as Matthew. How on earth was I going to cope with two incredibly hot guys working in my house. I wouldn't, I'd soon find out.
"Alan this is Scott, he'll be helping out with some of the odd jobs you need done, where do you want us to start?"
I said hey to Scott and asked them both to follow me upstairs to the bedroom which I wanted decorated.
"so, I want the wallpaper removed, the walls a re plastered and then painted antic cream."
"Not a problem" Matthew said as he set some of his gear on the floor. "we can start now. Scott ca you get the steamer from the van?"
Scott's velvety voice responded with a yes sure and he left to get the steamer. I was left alone with Matthew.
"so Alan, been a while since computing class, hasn't it?" he said clearly indicating he remember the days I wanted his cock. "so are you still...?" he didn't finish but I knew what he was trying to say. I responded yes. "cool mate, can't believe how long it's been. About 6 years now." I was good he seemed alright with everything. It made me feel a lot more at ease. "ever wish we..."
At that point Scott came up the stairs with the steamer and Mattew's sentence remained unfinished. "ok I'll get out of your way and leave to it" I said as I left the room, brushing past Scott I could have sworn he left one had at his side to purposefully brush against me. The air was certainly getting hot around me. I saw Scott grin at me as I walked down the stairs.
It must have taken them a few hour to get the wall paper off the walls plastered. I was in the kitchen when Scott came down the stairs with the steamer and some bags of stripped wallpaper. He looked back at me and smiled, I smiled back at him, wished I was sucking on his cock. He came back in and instead of heading back upstairs to the room he came to the kitchen. "can I get a glass of water?" "sure no problem" I said as I reached for a glass. He reached to take it from me resting his hands on mine a while.
"Scott come here a sec" Matthew called from upstairs.
"maybe later" Scott said softly to me, as he winked and let go of my hands. "coming"
I set the glass down. Maybe later what? I wondered. Perhaps I was being a bit hopeful. With that thought trialling off, both Matthew and Scott came down the stairs with the rest of their gear.
"Alan well be back tomorrow to finish things off and paint the room when the plaster dries ok?"
"yes that's fine" I responded as I walked to the front door to see them off.
"I'll text you later with a time I'll be here at. Probably be the morning though."
"that's great with me.". I said thinking in my head anytime as long as its a long time. I saw Scott smile and watched as he left a bit of paper on the table at the door. He followed Matthew out and they got in the van. Leaving me exhausted from the sexual desires fillin my body.
I walked to the piece of paper, unfolding it.
I want you to suck me. Text me
His mobile number was at the bottom of the scrap. I gulped, and my cock hardened. Yes please I said to myself.
End of Part 1
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