Stacey -- Chapter 1 -- ON THE LADDER.
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I was then on top of a ladder. I'd climbed six rungs in order to paint now the top of that wall. Mr. and Mrs. Venture had bought a new house and had hired painters to have the walls brilliant first prior to decorating their new house. We were working in what would soon be the kitchen. They were a week away on holidays and had trust the house completely to Stacey and me, just us two.
Stacey Klinsmann was 30, just as I was and he'd been working for our company for six years. He was not very tall, but was not short either. He did not have a girlfriend now, but he used to tell me his conquests, not many but some girls more or less permanent. He had short dark hair and a moustache.
I am Giancarlo Tonetti, same age and same height as him. I was not looking for a new girl for the fact is my relationships with girls had never been really successful and I wanted sex with girls, that's true, but didn't look for a girlfriend now.
So I was working shirtless on top of a ladder and Stacey was near me painting the adjacent right wall, but suddenly I was totally surprised that I felt his hands clearly touching my ass and it's not that he had lost balance and touched me to avoid not to fall. He was clearly groping me.
-You have a really gorgeous ass, Giancarlo. It would have been a shame not to touch it.
Even if I was really surprised, I had to tell him.
-If I move now, I could fall from the ladder, one of my hands holding the upper part of the ladder and the other hand painting the wall. I think we will have to talk later, but I will allow you to go on for I have no chance. I didn't know you were gay, Stacey.
-I'm not; I am what could be called and ass specialist. I'll tell you --but he pulled down my shorts and now was clearly seeing my bare ass and touching it-. Oh, tell me that you allow me this little fun, Giancarlo, please. I've seen so many asses and fucked so many asses, but let me tell you I've never seen such a glorious ass. I'm touching perfection.
-Well, Stacey, since I'm busy painting the walls and I'd better not move, I will allow you to touch my ass. We should have a drink later to talk about this and so that I can show you I'm open-minded and am not angry. You were telling me you were and ass specialist.
-And I am. Oh, I love girls, love having sex with them and fucking with girls. But what has always turned me on most, and I discovered it when I was 18, is fucking asses. Not easy that a girl allows me to fuck her in her ass, but even so, I've fucked three girls up their asses, one of them about ten times. But one day, I went to a gay bar, because I repeat I need asses and have no prejudice and if I found a boy who lent me his ass, I'd fuck him. And indeed I've gone to gay bars many times and have fucked more than sixty boys. And no remorse, Giancarlo. There's boys who consider themselves bottom and certainly desire being fucked, so it's not something selfish, it's real fun for both. Look, I'll try something else.
Instantly I felt a new moisture in my crack. Stacey had pushed his tongue in and was licking my hole. It's called rimming, he would tell me as he did.
-Does this not digust you, Stacey? I don't know whether my ass is clean.
-I love asses so much that I have rimmed many boys and some of their asses were dirtier, but I went on. Why don't you let me rub my hard dick on your buttocks? You're totally hard now.
-Well, if it's only that, you can do it. It's true at least that I have enjoyed your tongue.
And there I was, with my ass exposed to my work mate Stacey, who was an anal freak. I heard how he took his dick out and started rubbing it on my buttocks. I felt then what a long dick he has. Obviously he wanted to fuck me. I didn't want to be fucked but he was such a wonderful friend that if his dick were not so long, I would even have allowed him to fuck me, just for his fun, even if obviously I was not gonna enjoy. He was rubbing his cock on my buttocks and the truth is it felt very good. I love feeling his dick touching me. But he did some more things and now he grasped my dick and started to masturbate me, and never withdrawing his dick from my buttocks, now he pushed his right little finger in my ass. Incredibly I started moaning.
-Since I don't wanna be selfish with the boys I wanna fuck, I do some things to them. It's true nobody has ever fucked me and I have sucked no dicks, but I have no problem in touching them, rimming them, jacking them off or even kissing them. And I have not taken any boy to bed yet, but If I found a boy like you, but willing to be fucked, I would sleep naked with him. And I could kiss you when you come down of the ladder, only that I think you won't like it. So let's say I'm moderately selfish, but this way it's extreme fun for two people: one who wants to fuck asses and one who wants his or her ass fucked. And since it's true I've never seen such a perfect ass as my workmate Giancarlo's ass, wouldn't you also allow me to at least have some of my dick inside? Only the tip, unless of course you could ask me for more later. You never know.
Unsure of what I could feel, it's true that I was before a really horny friend now and he'd said my ass was the best ass he'd ever seen, so I said to myself: ok, let him have at least the tip of his cock inside me. I was not painting now; I couldn't. I was totally distracted talking to him and feeling how he was slowly but clearly taking fun to my ass with his hands, his tongue and even his finger. So all I said was.
-Well, you are allowed to drive the tip of your dick inside. At least you won't go to bed --I smiled- without having at least let your dick inside this ass that you're praising so much.
And then I felt it. He had indeed pushed the tip of his cock gently in. Never before could I have guessed one day I would have a cock in my ass, but so far the feel of Stacey's dick was like a gentle massage. He asked me whether I was enjoying but all the time with his hand masturbating me.
-So far I like it, Stacey. So I know what a great fun I could be giving a good friend. You can go on like this and even enter some more of your dick if you want.
He told me he would and soon I felt half his cock inside me. My God! What I was feeling was exquisite. I never wanted him to stop but I started shrieking. We were alone in that house and I could yell as loud as I wanted. He thought I was reaching my pain level and asked whether I wanted him to stop.
-I'm shouting, Stacey, but it's out of unexpected fun. This is a bit painful, but the very pain is giving me ecstasy. Ok, since you're actually fucking me, I wanna know this sexual act completely so please enter your whole dick. I wanna know what I might feel.
In came his whole dick then but in a really affectionate way. His hand on my cock never stopped. I was of course not painting now; I was holding the ladder with both hands or else I could have fallen now but it would have been out of utter fun. I didn't know my voice could utter such loud shrieks but the desserted house must be now resounding, my face an absolute poem of lust. Stacey saw my fun and continued. One of the best things his cock had is how long it could resist, how long it could be battling inside an ass for somebody's pleasure. I only yelled and constantly thanked him .
-Thanks, Stacey. I could never guess that being fucked would be so terribly funny, but now I know I love this sexual act. My ass is on fire, my whole body's on fire. You're making me burn!
-Maybe you would like me to fuck you more often, Giancarlo.
-Maybe. I think later we should talk. But now before you cum in my ass, I cannot hold it any longer and I'm cumming!
Never had I cum as much as I came then. The floor was a white river of male pleasure. Now I would have to mop Mr. and Mrs. Venture's kitchen before leaving. I was thinking about this when I finally felt it, a white explosion filling my ass for the first time. Stacey was cumming and was crying in gratitude. He had just fucked the best ass he'd ever seen, he told me.
Now I finally came down from the ladder and remembering what he had told me before he would like to do to me, it was me who approached his lips and kissed him in gratitude.
-We have the whole week to finish our work here and we can stop for today, Giancarlo. I've seen so much fun in your eyes that I think we should talk now. So I'd like to invite you to a drink now.
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