I was on my last job of the day, some place in Banbury if you need to know. I'd rushed through the morning to get finished as early as possible and in my head I was already diving into that pool. It was right in the middle of August and working in a load of sweltering bathrooms and kitchens means you really appreciate a cool dip afterwards. As I rang the bell, the sweat was already gathering at the small of my back and seeping under the speedos I had on under my overalls.
A couple of minutes passed till I rang again and, after hearing some scuffling behind the door, it opened a crack and a young face peered at me. He had a slight build and short mousey brown hair crowning this cute dopey expression.
"Hullo"
Ha! I remember making that sheepish face to parents and knew exactly what it meant. He'd been having a crafty wank and I'd surprised him, being a bit early. I could see his bare shoulders shuffling as he obviously tried to stuff it back in his shorts and button up out of sight behind the door. As this flitted through my head, I felt my own cock throb inside my speedos just at the memory.
"I'm Luke. Come to sort your shower tap out." As I said this, I must have smirked a bit as it suddenly struck me as a line from a Carry On film. I could imagine him going "Not'arf!" with a Swanee whistle tootling in the background. Surprisingly, my cock lengthened a bit more. Must be the thought of all those times I'd whacked one out to Barbara Windsor's tits (no internet in those days, you got it where you could). I swear this lad's eyes flickered down to my chest when I said it too. I've got a pretty hairy chest so had my overalls unbuttoned over halfway down it was so fucking hot. Made me wonder whether he fancied me a bit or was just a bit jealous of my mature beefy body. I reckon it's usually a bit of both at that age, you're so bloody horny all the time.
"Oh hi, yeah, I'm Alex, er, it's through here" and he opened up to let me in.
There was a bike in the hallway and I had to brush quite close to him, face to face. It was like we both understood what I'd interrupted but the male code said just ignore it, even though there was no ignoring the sexual tension in the room, combined with the unmistakeable whiff of wank.
"Up the stairs?"
"Yeah and then straight ahead" he directed as he followed me up. I set my toolbox on the bog and turning to him said,
"I might need a bit of help with this if you're all right with that."
"Erm, yeah okay" He had that teenage thing of hesitating before speaking each time. He might have been older but I reckoned him to be about 18/19, pretty slim and smooth looking, a big contrast with my 6'1" muscular hairy frame.
"Where's your stopcock?"
"In the airing cupboard, I'll get it" he said cockily, giving it all the big 'un with his 'handyman' knowledge. I watched him lean in, his shirtless back straining to reach the back of the closet behind the tank. Fuck knows why they always put them in these awkward places. I heard him grunting and straining for a bit before deciding to put him out of his misery.
"Here, let me help" I offered as I reached around his shoulders, brushing his hand away so I could grasp the wheel firmly and screw it clockwise. And that's when I realised, yeah, he wants it. He might not know it but he does. I had my sleeves rolled up, and he just left his arm there, brushing against the hairs of my forearm; and when I leaned in a bit more, bearing down on him, he didn't move. If anything, he pressed back against me a little, prickling the mat on my chest with his smooth young back.
We stayed like that just a little too long, long enough for him to feel my throbbing semi nudge his arse slightly, and long enough for him to shift his weight almost imperceptibly, causing my cock to pulse harder. Finally, I stepped back. "Fuck it, why not?" I thought. He wants it, I'm horny. His mum and dad must be out so it was risking them coming back but the risk only turned me on even more. Still, better take it easy, don't want to frighten him off. Fortunately I had a great excuse to take my clothes off.
"Don't want to get these wet with any water left in the system" I explained, somewhat unconvincingly, as I started to unbutton my overalls. I didn't look at him, but definitely felt him staring as I slipped them off my shoulders and dropped them to the floor, before sitting on the edge of the bath and pulling them over my boots. I also caught him quickly adjusting his crotch when he saw the bulge lengthening towards my hip in the speedos. Ironic that I was claiming not to want my clothes getting wet, when there was already a wet spot developing down there.
Better make sure I get the job done though, so I pulled the board off the side of the bath and got to work underneath, occasionally making out I needed this or that tool handing to me, and always making sure I didn't reach too far for it so he had to come in close. Sometimes, when my head was under the bath I caught him openly rubbing his bulge, obviously enjoying seeing an older guy in speedos hard at work. My cock was twitching now, and we were just playing the game, neither of us prepared to make the first move. His shorts had slipped down to his hips now and I could see he was also wearing speedos and must have been wearing them when he was pulling one off earlier. "Ha! Looks like I made the right choice of underwear today!" I thought. Just knowing how turned on he must be made my cock give an almighty lurch so that it sprang out the top, exactly at the point he was reaching underneath with his right hand to pass me the wrench. It practically hit him in the face and we both froze for a moment. I could feel his warm breath on the tip of my sensitive bell end and couldn't help it when my meat throbbed up again. The next thing I knew, I felt a warm, wet sensation right on the old banjo string as the tip of his tongue made contact.
My head jerked up, narrowly avoiding a nasty bump (I'd finished the job a couple of minutes ago, but had kept playing 'the game' a bit longer, not knowing what else to do next. Gimme a break, I'm new at this!) and I felt such a pervert seeing this lad young enough to be my son slowly move his lips along the length of my shaft, obviously in complete heaven judging by the way his elbow was working over his own meat. His shorts were off (when had he done that?) and his pert arse was in the air. Automatically I moved one hand to his head, the other to his arse to encourage his mouth further down my shaft. The only sound now in the bathroom was his rhythmic wet slurping, with the occasional gag as I forced it into the tightness at the back of his throat. Jesus that feels so good, I'm hard now just writing about it. He wasn't quite getting down to the bush, but I still had my speedos on. Horniness was taking over any reservations now and I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied with a blow job. An idea popped into my head.
"Want to try the shower out? Check the hose for leaks?" I asked, winking. He pulled off me with a small pop, leaving a pool of his spit and my precum smearing my hairy belly and grinned.
"Yeah, why not?" Funny, how he'd lost that earlier hesitancy...
I got up and reached into the airing cupboard, turning the water back on when Alex slapped me right across my Lycra clad bum the cheeky fucker. I turned quickly into his grinning face and couldn't help grinning back. Still, while pulling off my boots and socks I growled
"Right young lad, you're going to pay for that" and chased him into the bathtub. I set the water running, grabbed him in a headlock and started swatting his arse still covered in the silky material. He was laughing and crying for me to stop at the same time and maybe it was the fresh water washing all that sweat and grime away, but I must have got this rush of endorphins or something. My spanking slowed down till I was just rubbing his butt tenderly; then pulling him up so we were hugging face to face; and it suddenly felt like the most natural thing in the world to press my lips to his, my rough stubble grazing his clean shaven face. He responded by pushing his tongue gently forward and before we knew it we were rough kissing with water cascading over our two bodies, our wet, clinging speedos barely covering us as we ground together.
My hands, calloused from work, grazed down his back until they slipped underneath the thin patterned material, one hand moving to the front to loosen his drawstring for better access. I don't know if he'd done this before, but the way he was moaning into my mouth told me he was enjoying it. I started rubbing and kneading his firm young bum, spreading the cheeks apart to let a finger trail across his hairy little hole, turning us around so that the shower ran down his back. I wanted him clean for the next bit.
After a minute or two of this I turned him again to lean on the far edge of the bath, his arse pushed towards me. My cock twitched again at the sight of Alex's tiny pucker, knowing it was about to open up for my sizeable prick. I knelt down and grabbing the speedos gathered at the top of his thighs, I pulled them towards me, forcing my face between his buttocks.
Shit, you would have thought I'd dropped a piano on his toe the way he squeaked. He was making little short of breath panting sounds,
"Yeah, Luke, f-fuck, uh, uh, oh f-f-f-fuck yeah, ohhhhh!"
I was spearing my tongue up his tight chute with him bracing against the edge of the bath, pushing to get deeper. My cock was drooling now, and I spotted a bottle of baby oil on the side and squirted a load on the tip, working it down with my palm. I had to fuck now.
I stood us both up and shucked our trunks down to out ankles, stepping out of them. Pinning him against the wall, I backed my hips up enough to be able to position my fat knob end against that little pink opening. And pushed.
Alex's eyes were closed. I'm not sure he believed this was happening to him, and I could hear a straining noise in his throat while I waited for his sphincter to give way.
"Mmmmmmmm........AH!" His eyes shot open as I popped through and he started panting heavily. I pressed forward some more and he started begging me to stop for a bit, but I was too far gone.
"No, pull it out! Out! It's - ah! - too big, it's - AAAAAGGH!"
I'd slammed my full length up his tight chute, balls deep, my hairy root pushed tight to his hole. The Elastoplast method. Do it all at once and the worst is over. I left it there for a bit, leaving Alex's brain (and his arse) to make sense of what had just happened. His whole body was spasming, his insides clutching at me, tiny involuntary whimpering sounds escaping his throat. Then slowly I started to stir round, not out and in, more of a gentle rotating motion to get him used to it, and enjoy the sensation of my root widening his sphincter, my low hangers knocking against the top of his thighs. My mouth moved to his earlobe, tickling it with my moustache. One arm snaked round his chest and started playing with the delicate nipple there. Each movement was rewarded with a gasp and I could tell Alex was beginning to lose himself in the sensations. The final surrender came when my other arm crept round his middle. So far I hadn't touched his cock, and when it finally happened, he shuddered so hard I thought he was going to come right then and there.
His arse starting to hump back against me signalled he was ready. About bloody time; his tightness, all the build up and the novelty of the situation had me on the verge myself. I crouched to give myself leverage and, grabbing his hips, began to fuck.
Now we'd entered no-mind time, not even aware of what noises we were making, every squeeze just happening, no planning or thought involved. I looked down and could see his sphincter clinging to me every time I pulled back and a constant stream of "Ah! Ah! Ah!" every time I drove forward and it felt like I was popping a second ring deep inside that made him go crazy. I clung onto him, feeling in complete control of this beautiful boy caught in a man's embrace. I was getting close and thought I'd better take him with me, so my right hand moved back round to stroke from his balls up his shaft, before giving it a couple of quick tugs.
That must have been what finally pushed him over the edge. I felt it round my cock first, buried deep, his tunnel spasming and twitching, massaging the whole length. That, coupled with the spaced out look on Alex's face as he craned back to kiss me; that was enough to set me off. Our mouths were set in a kind of muffled groaning scream against each other as we pumped out our loads, his flying splat! against the tiles then oozing over my fingers; mine shooting deep inside him, practically giving him a second breakfast with the amount of spunk I was creaming into his guts.
Right at that moment there was the unmistakable sound of keys in the front door and Alex's eyes flickered to mine.
"Shit!" he whispered. There was nothing for it. I took the precaution of putting my hand over his mouth as I roughly jerked my fat prick out, so all that emerged from Alex was a muffled squeak (and a good dollop of my fresh cum glooping onto my speedos still in the bathtub - couldn't help noticing that!). I quickly turned the shower off and we struggled into our clothes as fast as we could while below the door was opening and we heard, "Hello! Alex! We're back!" Why do people say that? Of course they're bloody well back, I thought angrily as I hurriedly laced up my boots. I could hear footsteps on the stairs and bent over the shower taps trying to calm my breathing. As I bent over, I caught sight of traces of Alex's spooge clinging to the tiles where the shower spray hadn't reached, then my eyes travelled further down and there were our speedos right where we'd dropped them. Problem meets solution I thought, and quickly grabbed the trunks, wiped them down the wall and shoved them in my overalls pocket, just as the bathroom door started to open.
"Al- Ah, there you are!"
I clocked him for his dad straight away, recognising his voice from the phone. He turned to me immediately.
"Hello, you must be Luke. Sorry we weren't in, but it looks like Alex has sorted you all right." He glanced at my damp hair and must have mistaken it for sweat, saying to his son, "Did you offer Luke a drink?
"I'm okay", I cut in, "time I shot off anyway". There was a slight cough from Alex at this remark, but I carried on. "Do you need an invoice?."
Anyway, I won't bore you with all the transactions, and skip to the end when Alex showed me out. Just as we got to the door I remembered I still had his speedos in my overalls and furtively handed them to him to stuff into his shorts pocket. I also handed him my business card; well I'm single, you never know when you might appreciate a good willing fuck. All the time of course :-)
I got back home and was stripping out of my clothes when I pulled out what I'd thought were my speedos. Bollocks! I'd given Alex the wrong ones. Then I smiled as I lifted them up to my nose, the smell of his teen cum reminding me of this afternoon and my cock gave another little twitch thinking about Alex putting on my spunk soaked speedos and wanking off into them just as he'd been doing when I caught him earlier, filling them with another load. Yeah, I wasn't done with that boy yet.