The following is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal in anyway for you to read it please hit your back-button now. If not I hope you enjoy it.
I'd shared a house with John, a good friend and workmate for 25 years; he was 15 years older than me, and straight. We'd started sharing when I was 30, just after his Mother died. Neither of us had any immediate family so we made wills leaving each other everything. Just after we started sharing I learned about AIDS and I stopped having sex with anybody. I began to buy porno books and videos, which I found to be enough to satisfy me physically. I set up an entertainment centre in my bedroom, which is the largest room. That gave me my privacy to watch my Gay stuff, and John could use the T.V. and video downstairs. Then 5 years ago I got a computer and quickly found a good A.V.S. and Nifty. Two years later I was made redundant, with a reasonable pension, so I spend many hours at Gay sites, I particularly like photos of bondage, especially when both the guys are hard and/or cum is present. Several months ago my friend died of a heart attack. It was very traumatic at the time, but I'm just about over it now. Remembering the good times, and there were many, seems to help. A couple of weeks ago the financial details were sorted and I found I am quite well off. I decided that the house could do with smartening up and I decided to have the bathroom done first; the bath out, and a walk-in shower installed with a new suite. I'm having it decorated too as I'm hopeless at D.I.Y. I contacted a local plumber, Joe, and he and his apprentice, Matt, who I'd not met, delivered all the stuff the other Friday ready for a quick start on the following Monday. This is what happened: As it was a nice day I was wearing baggy shorts and no top, I was going to sit in the garden and read while I topped up my suntan. I'm 5ft 9, with brown cropped hair and a fairly hairy chest; there's a smattering of grey in both of them; my legs are hairy too. I've kept in trim and am on the slim side, but I have a slight paunch and the beginning of love handles. I have a 6-1/2 inch uncut cock with a loose foreskin, average thickness with a mushroom shaped knob. I shave my balls and pubes apart from an inch wide patch of brown hair above my cock. About nine the doorbell rang and as I opened the door I saw a young male vision before me, holding the saddle of a mountain bike. Over 6 feet tall, rangy, with large hands and feet, he was dressed in a black tank-top and white pirata shorts, which were loose at the crotch. He was breathing deeply and had obviously been sweating. He had shaved brown hair at the back and sides, and floppy bleach-blonde hair on top. He obviously didn't shave yet, but there was a trace of fine hair on his upper lip. He smiled broadly and I could see his teeth had those brace things on, common in the U.S.A. for years but only popular over here for a few years. His brown eyes twinkled as he smiled, I liked that. "Yes?" I inquired. "Dave? I'm Matt, Joe's apprentice." I could see him look me up and down, taking in my ball earring and double checking my left nipple which is pierced with a ball ended bar. I held out my hand and we shook. His grip was firm and dry although his skin was rough, his hand engulfed mine. "Oh! Hi Matt, Joe's not here yet. Do you want to come in and wait? "Yes please, if that's alright with you. What about my bike?" "The back gate's open, wheel it around and put it somewhere in the garden. What would you like to drink, tea, coffee, or something soft?" "A Coke would be great if you've got one please Dave, I'm really thirsty. I' ve just cycled over from home, I live a couple of miles away, and I like to ride fast." "Right, I think I'll join you; just come into the conservatory when you've parked your bike." I watched as he turned and wheeled his bike towards the entry, his arse looked luscious in the thin white cotton of his piratas, which seemed tighter at the back than at the front. There was a damp patch running down his crack, and I guessed he wasn't wearing any underwear because the globes of his arse were lineless.The seam of the shorts was actually buried in his ass-crack. I felt my cock stir in my shorts. When he turned into the entry I closed the door and went into the kitchen to do the drinks. By the time I walked into the conservatory Matt was just coming in from the patio. "Here you go," I said as I handed him his glass, "take a seat." "Thanks Dave, I need this." As he spoke he sank into a chair and sprawled out as young men do. It tightened the material of his piratas, but not enough to show me anything. He tipped his glass back and drank half the coke in one go, smacking his lips with relish. I was just about to make small talk when a horn sounded out front, and then the doorbell rang. "Joe!" we said in unison. I put my untouched coke on a table and went to let him in. Joe's 32, 5ft 11 with blue eyes and blonde hair cropped very short. He's very fit and trains at a local gym. I know him from my Social Club, it's a straight club, but the people there are very friendly and open minded. We sometimes play snooker together since my mate died; Joe seems a bit lonely too. He's a nice guy, divorced with a 15 year old son named Carl, who's a mini version of his Dad, except that he has long floppy blonde hair. Joe was in jeans and a tight white T-shirt which highlighted his six-pack. I led him into the conservatory. "Morning Matt," he said with a broad smile, "you beat me to it then!" "Hi Joe, you know me and my bike." Matt turned to me blushing slightly. "Sorry Dave, I've drunk your coke as well, I was very thirsty." "That's O.K. Matt; I'll have a coffee when I make you two a cuppa, about half an hour Joe?" "Great mate." Joe replied and turned to Matt. "Come on Matt, let's get started, there's a load of stuff to unload. Then we 've got to pick up the shower base, wash basin, and toilet. If we get a move on we'll be finished in a couple of hours." They went out into the garden and out of the back gate. I positioned my garden chair so that I'd get a good view of where they were going to stack all the stuff. I'd got a book to read, but I didn't expect to do much reading. I wasn't disappointed; Matt came into the garden carrying a couple of bags of plaster. As he bent over to put them down his shorts stretched taut across his arse, showing two beautiful large, hard globes. I felt my cock twitch again. As the day got hotter Matt stripped off his tank-top. His skin was pale, and he had a flat stomach, his body was honed. He had no upper body hair, apart from a few wisps under his arms and a fine trail from his navel going down towards his pubes. My cock was half hard all the time I was watching him. Every time he glanced at me I smiled. Joe knew I was Gay, but I didn't know if he' d told Matt. By the way Matt coloured up every time our eyes locked I think he had a good idea. One time they were manoeuvring some wood into the garden and Matt had his arms above his head, he bent back to get the wood around the corner and his hips thrust forwards. That tightened his piratas highlighting his cock, he had a big package. I could just make out the outline of his shaft snaking down his left leg. Soft, it looked almost as big as mine when I was stiff, and his balls looked proportionately as large. I did a sharp intake of breath, causing Matt to look in my direction, his face reddening, so I pretended to cough. I was actually hard now, thank God for baggy shorts. When they'd finished they went and got the bathroom furniture and came back and unloaded that in the garden. Matt had put his shirt back on, but I could still admire his beautiful ass. He seemed a little subdued and avoided catching my eye if he could. I went to answer the phone, a friend checking that I was going to the Club, and when I got back to the garden Joe was covering everything up with a couple of tarpaulins. "Matt gone then?" I queried. "Yeah, he's got a dental appointment, and our other job's completed, so I' m taking my lad fishing. We'll be here bright and early Monday morning about 8:30, O.K.?" "That's great Joe," I said as I followed him to lock the garden gate, "I' ll be expecting you." As soon as he'd gone I ran upstairs to my bedroom and got out a Bondage DVD that featured a young lad about Matt's age and build. I loaded it and dropped my shorts; as I fast forwarded to my favourite scene I got some lube and coated my stiff cock. I sat on the bed with my feet in the air supported by an open tall-boy drawer. The scene was of a thirtyish year old fit hairy guy called Tom and the young guy like Matt who was called Callum. Tom had Callum lashed upside down to a vertical X cross. Tom was in a leather harness, but Callum was naked and blindfolded with a ball-gag in his mouth. His shaven balls had been tied off and then tied off individually, and there was a tight cock-ring around the base of his rigid 7-1/2 inch cock. Tom was stood behind Callum; with one hand he was fucking him with a long, thick, black, vibrating dildo. With the other he was slowly stroking Callum's rigid, pulsating cock which was dribbling precum like a leaking tap. The cross was angled slightly backwards, so the precum was landing on Callum's chest and running down to his neck. I was wanking as I watched avidly, the lube making my hand slide up and down my throbbing shaft with ease. I was imagining I was Tom and Matt was Callum. Tom stopped stroking Callum's cock and reached down and undid the ball gag and Callum's loud moans and groans made me toss harder. Tom began to wank Callum in earnest now, he forced the dildo into Callum's hole until it disappeared, holding his hand over his hole so that Callum couldn't force it out. Callum screamed and hot cum spewed from his cock, covering his chest, neck and face, some even landed in his open mouth. That did it for me too, I shot up my body 5 or 6 times, even reaching my neck; one of my best cums for ages. I dropped my legs and sank back onto the bed. As I absentmindedly licked my hand clean I made my mind up, I was going to do my damnedest to seduce Matt. I couldn't wait for Monday to come. END OF PART ONE. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com) Love Paul.