We had saved for years and finally decided that this would be the year to add on and remodel the house. My wife and I had approved the plans with an architect, and were now ready to hire a contractor. We got estimates from several, but were discouraged with their bids. Just when we were about to give up, a friend recommended Hank.
Hank arrived in a shinny blue 4-wheel drive Dodge pickup, with all the typical assortments of ladders and building equipment. I was watching as I saw him pull up in the driveway, and I went out to greet him. The first thing I noticed was his smile. He was younger than I expected, and radiated health and happiness. He wore a baseball cap, had a cell phone attached at the waist, well worn blue jeans and work boots. His simple white T-shirt was clean and crisp, with tufts of light-brown chest hair showing at the V-neck. His handshake was firm and strong, and his eyes seemed much wiser than his age.
I pride myself on being a good judge of people, but my mind seemed to be short-circuited by the signals I was processing. Being the typical American male, I was not able to recognize it as sexual, but by the time our house project was over, I knew it was purely sexual.
Hank worked up a good bid, and was able to begin the work in about 6 weeks. We were very anxious to begin, and set about getting everything ready. Finally the day arrived and Hank showed up, right on time. He had several crew with him, and soon began to demolish the interior walls that would be moved. By mid afternoon, they were all sweating, and I offered cool water. I had taken the day off, just to make sure we got off to a good start. I found that I was a "carpenter want-to-be" and watched every step with interest.
As the days and weeks progressed, I purchased a tool belt along some tools, and helped Hank after I got off work. On Saturdays, when his crew was off, I made the effort to be always around to help. Working up a sweat along with the smell if fresh cut wood became a real turn on. By the end of the day, Hank's body odor was very noticeable, and I found it not all together unpleasant. I found myself watching Hanks body as he climbed ladders, swung a hammer, and lifted heavy objects.
Over the next month, we got to know each other pretty well. Hank was single, doing a job that he loved, and generally enjoying life. He learned that I was married, good middle management office job, mortgage and 2 kids. You know the type, yuppie to the hilt.
As we got closer to the end of the job, Hank realized that he needed to work several full weekends to finish on time. He asked if I could be available to help, and you can imagine my excitement and pride that he wanted my help. I looked forward to the upcoming weekend, and gave little thought to my wife's leaving to visit her family in another state. I was glad that I had an excuse to stay behind.
The house was quiet when I got home Friday evening. Hank was still there, but the crew had gone home. He was talking about the plans for tomorrow, and I found it difficult to concentrate. I offered him a cold beer, and he gladly accepted. He sat on a crate, and lifted his foot. My eyes were instantly drawn to his bulging crotch, suddenly accentuated by his tight jeans and lifted leg. I was aroused by Hank, and needed to hide my growing erection. I sat opposite him and used my arm and beer to hide my erection. Sitting down I soon discovered an even better view. I'm not sure what we talked about that night, my mind being totally frozen by arousal I never thought possible.
"Hey, how about we have dinner at the new restaurant on Main Street. Your wife told me you'd be alone the next week."
"Hey, that would be great. Mind if I take a quick shower and change into something more comfortable?" I asked.
"Sure, but hurry."
I left the bedroom door open and continued in a conversation as I undressed. My erection refused to subside, and on impulse, I wrapped a towel around the middle and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Again, I left the door open as I slipped into the shower. When I stepped out of the shower to grab my towel, Hank was leaning against the doorway, all innocent looking. I gave him a little show as I dried my body very thoroughly. I turned to face him and saw the blush on his face as he realized I caught him looking. I wrapped the towel around my waist and moved to the sink to comb my hair and apply deodorant. I can't remember our conversation, but it was nothing remarkable. I motioned for him to follow me down the hall. I got a pair of boxers from the drawer and didn't turn around as I dropped the towel and put them on. My cock had a little extra heft from the show, and was soon poking out the fly. I ignored it, buy Hank didn't. I was feeling very devilish as I dressed.
Dinner went very well, but there was no mention of anything sexual. I'm not sure I had the nerve to act on my new attractions, especially in public. I dropped Hank back at his truck, promising to be ready for an early start. After he left, I undressed and took a second shower, preparing for a quiet, but intimate evening alone. As I soaped my body, my arousal returned. I began to jack off, but decided to wait. Being home alone, I could spend some quality time and enjoy it, as opposed to quick, sneaky jack-off in the shower or toilet at work.
I retrieved some magazines I had purchased earlier, still in the shrink-wrap. A truck stop on the edge of town sells old ones in packages of three. I opened them and spread them out on the bed. I got the hand lotion from the bathroom, and a wash cloth for the clean up. I began to read, stroking slowly. I really like letters and personal stories. The second magazine had two women on the front and the title was "Bi-Monthly" which didn't mean anything to me. The sex adds on the inside covers were all men with massive hard-ons and 1-900 numbers for phone sex.. The very first story was about two college guys, home on holiday, visiting their old tree house. My erection grew rigid as I read the story, and a pearly drop of fluid formed at the slit in my cock. I spread it around with my finger, feeling it's slippery texture. On impulse I put the finger to my lips and for the first time in my life, tasted my own cum. I had to slow down my strokes as I moved to the second story, which turned out to be about two women. Usually this would be very erotic for me, but tonight I was into cock. The next story was about the security guard at an apartment complex caught jerking off late at night. I could just envision the situation. I applied more lotion and gave total attention to my balls. In the story, one guy inserts a finger into the ass, and suddenly I wanted to feel what that would be like. I moved my hand lower, and began to play with my own ass. More lotion was needed before I could push beyond the muscle ring. The sensation was new, but clouded by pain and discomfort. I was soon back to my cock. As the two guys sucked each other off, I came in a sudden burst of semen, stronger than recent memory could remember.
As soon as my cock quick spurting, the guilt began. Why was I so turned on by two guys having sex? I'd never even thought about that stuff, it must be the forbidden fruits desire. I wiped my chest and tummy and turned over and went to bed, too tired to put on my typical pajamas.
My first conscious thought was that I was late for work. My wife gets up earlier and usually wakes me up, so this morning, I was out of sequence. My brain quickly focused on the noise that woke me up, and as soon as my eyes adjusted, Hank was at the door.
"Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get to work."
Seeing his smile brought on a quick surge of adrenaline, and I threw back the covers, forgetting that I was nude with a morning woody.
"Well I see that you're glad to see me. Makes a fella feel welcome."
All I could say was a stammer and a grunt. I quickly put on some boxers. I could feel the hot flush of embarrassment as I headed past Hank for the bathroom. It took a second for the stream to flow, but suddenly I felt the relief of the first morning piss. I stretched and yawned and shook my cock for that last dribble.
"More than one shake and your playing with it" Hank said.
His voice startled me. He was standing in the doorway. How long had he been there? He quickly walked away, but now before he witnessed a renewed girth to my cock, perfectly framed pointing straight out of my white boxers. My nose picked up that funky smell of dried cum on skin. I wanted to shut the door, but decided it would be rude. I combed, washed, brushed and then dressed in my carpenter outfit. I seemed to be a bit taller today, maybe slimmer and younger. I worked beside Hank all day, feeling more virile than I had in years. I had to watch my eyes, as I was constantly looking at Hank's body. In the afternoon, he took off his sweat soaked shirt, so I followed suit. As the day progressed, so did the strong masculine odor from both our bodies.
About 5:00 Hank announced the end of the day. We had made great progress, and I was tired, hungry, and dirty. I sat my tool belt down on the sawhorse, stretched and groaned with sore tired muscles.
"Boy, I really stink" I said.
"Yeah, I noticed" Hank replied, making a sour face to bring home the point.
"Well, you're no bed of flowers yourself."
"My sweat don't stink" was his cocky reply.
"OK, sure, right. Whatever you say. How about dinner tonight? You have any plans?" I asked.
"Nothing on my calendar. I'd love dinner and maybe a few beers. I'll go home and shower and change."
"Why don't you shower here? I've got some clean clothes you could wear, and it would save a lot of hassle."
"Sure, I guess that would work" Hank replied.
We went back to my bedroom and picked out some shorts and a pullover shirt. "Well, what about underwear" I asked.
"No offence, but I'd rather not wear someone else's. I just go without. Who's first?"
"You go ahead, there is a clean towel in the linen closet" I replied. I expected Hank to undress in the bathroom, instead he dropped his pants right there. I eyes were instantly drawn to a grungy white jock strap, bulging with manhood. He turned around, as if to show off his ass, and removed his socks. I could feel my own cock begin to swell. His slipped off the jock and left for the shower.
I could see it, lying in a heap on the floor. On impulse, I picked it up and brought it to my nose. I inhaled deeply the strong musk smell. My own cock was now at total attention, and I lowered my zipper to allow some comfort. I heard the water turn on, quickly undressed and laid on the bed. Continuing to smell his jock, I furiously jacked off. Just on the brink of cuming, I heard the water shut off. Suddenly, I was afraid of getting caught. I just got off the bed and returned the jock just before Hank appeared dripping wet.
"Hey, where did you say the towels are?" he asked.
"In the hall linen closet."
My cock had lost its girth, and I headed for the shower. We passed in the hallway and had to turn sideways to get past each other. We were both nude, and the situation was a little awkward. My mind was trying to figure out if Hank was a little aroused or if his cock typically rested at that angle. I half hoped that Hank would join me in the shower, but knew that our minds were not in the same place. I quickly showered, daydreaming of sucking my first man cock.
Hank was already dressed in my shorts and shirt when I returned. I quickly dressed and we were off to the local eatery and pub. We sat at the bar waiting for the first available table. Hank was very casual, but I couldn't help notice that his balls were visible in the leg of his shorts. We drank a few beers, remembering that we each had to drive home. Our conversation was very animated and interesting and we enjoyed our second meal together. With the table in the way, I was not able to see if his balls were still hanging loose. On the way home, Hank suggested we pick up some more beer. Feeling ready to seduce him, it sounded like a good suggestion.
Back in the family room, we both got comfortable with a round of beers and the remote control. Hanks sat sideways in the corner of the couch, with one foot on the coffee table and one on the couch cushion. Once again his balls were hanging loose. I had to adjust my own cock to hide the reaction of sitting near Hank and wanting to take things further.
"Not much on TV tonight. Got any premium channels?"
"Sorry. There are some videos in the cabinet."
Hank got up and looked through the library. "Where's the stuff you hide from the kids?"
"The stuff my wife knows about, or the stuff I hide?"
"Hey, lets go for the gold."
I got up, quickly shifting my bulge, and noticed that Hank followed me. I went directly to my stash, hidden in my workshop, on top shelf behind a box. There were several videos and magazines, some with pages stuck together from previous use.
"Hey, not a bad collection. Some of this is pretty hard core stuff. I'm surprised that you'd be into this stuff." I was pretty quiet as we took the stuff back inside. He spread it out on the table and began to read the titles on the videos. He picked one and popped it into the VCR. I attempted to get comfortable, leafing through a favorite magazine. For the first time I found myself looking at the men in the pictures. Hank had returned to the same position, only with his leg hiked up, clearly giving me a view of his crotch.
I found the video pretty boring. Lots of boobs and cunt licking, when suddenly a blowjob was in process of a rather large cock, but not as hard as would be expected.
"The guy needs a Viagra. Look at that wimpy cock." Hank commented.
"It seems like in these videos that the larger dicks seldom get real hard."
"I should have been a porn star. I'm big and hard!" he bragged.
"Sure...Whatever you say" was my sarcastic response.
We watched quietly as the blow job progressed into fucking, and a final cum shot that was fairly impressive."
"I'm sure you can top that too" I said.
"You bet!"
Hanks erection was visible out his right leg hole in his (my) shorts. He had been touching it during the movie, and I had to readjust several times myself. I had only seen this video a couple of times and didn't remember the next scene. Two guys were in an office, dressed in suits when in came a woman. The plot unfolded and soon she was getting fucked by one guy and sucking off the other while lying over the desk on her back. They shifted positions and we were soon watching a double penetration. Hank was engrossed and was gently stroking his cock. I slipped down my shorts and began to openly stroke my own cock.
"This is hot!" Hank said. "Oh, I see you're pretty worked up yourself. Mind if I get comfortable?"
I simply shook my head 'no' and Hank stood up and slipped off his shorts and T-shirt. He sat down, spread his lets and put his feet on the coffee table. I was torn between watching the video and watching Hank, but the live version quick won over. I matched his bravado, and stripped my clothes off under the close visual scrutiny of Hank. On the video, the first guy came and spewed his cum all over the second guys balls, who was still pumping from below. He quickly followed suit by withdrawing and pumping his shaft to climax. The two guys cum were mixed together in a very sensual way, and I suddenly wondered how it would taste.
Sitting only a few feet from Hank, I noticed a movement on the couch, and suddenly Hank's mouth covered the end of my cock. I wanted to object, but couldn't pretend I didn't want him there. Hank shifted his whole body as I spread my legs to give him total access. The sensations were totally overwhelming and I could only lean my head back and groan in the pleasure. I thought my wife was good, but Hank was totally superior. It suddenly dawned on me that this was not his first cock. I had just been seduced by the hot guy that I had fantasized about for weeks.
Feeling the juices merge in my body, I was preparing for orgasm when Hand suddenly stopped and sat back on his end of the couch. His eyes were on the video, as if he had never crossed the line. I clearly had the choice to either reciprocate or pretend nothing happened and simply jerk off. I looked at his body, and the decision was made. I leaned over and got close to my first adult hard cock. I could smell his subtle scent. A clear drop of fluid was at the tip. His balls were loose and hanging low. I lifted them with my hands and sniffed the aroma deeply into my lungs. My first move with my tongue was to harvest the pre-cum from the slit. It had very little taste, but was silky smooth on my lips. He was right about being big and hard. My own cock was smaller by at least an inch, and he was thicker as well, and he was definitely very hard.
I took the crown into my mouth and let my tongue circle the ridge and find the slit. I could see Hank's eyes role back in the sockets as I first attempted his shaft. I imitated Hanks movements. Hanks suddenly shifted positions below me, moving to find my cock above him. Our 69 last a few moments before my brain began to short-circuit from sexual overload. I lifted my head and growled, pushing my groin lower to his face. He shifted to my balls, taking each into his mouth and rolling them around. His hands were touching my ass, and I suddenly wanted to be totally vulnerable to him. My wife had never moved below my balls, and the sensation of his tongue there was totally glorious. When he found my ass, I had to resist the urge to press down against him. Without touching my cock, I soon realized that I was beyond the point of no return, and was spewing cum all over Hank's body. I had never cum with such powerful spurts, and coated a majority of his body. My body went limp and I lowered myself on top of Hank. I felt my own cum squish between our bodies. His hard cock was below me, but I could even breathe yet, let alone suck cock.
I could feel Hank's fingers continue to explore my nether regions. I felt Hank squirm and realized I must be pretty heavy, and I rolled off as he slipped out from under me. I sat up, realizing that the video was still going. How ironic that the scene was two women, most men's fantasy, but no longer mine.
There was cum all over both of us and I suggested a shower. It felt so weird to shower with another man. He took the initiative and soaped down my back, then turned me around and washed my front. To my surprise, my cock began to rise and he washed it. Hank inserted a finger in my rectum as he cleaned me very thoroughly. I became aware that Hank had not yet cum, and his erection was demanding attention. I washed his as thoroughly as he had mine, and then went to my knees. The water cascaded over his body as I took him deeply into my mouth. I felt his fingers in my wet hair as his urgent need to cum overtook his body. I felt him piston my head as his cock went deeper into my mouth and throat. He suddenly stopped, like he felt pain in his arched back, and soon I felt the first blast of cum in the back of my throat. I choked and pushed his cock out. His second blast hit me square on the face, quickly joined by his third and fourth pulse. I used my hand to ensure that he had finished. I tasted my first cum, and found it interesting and strange, an inquired taste for sure.
Hank's cock went limp before my eyes. With each beat of his heart, it receded lower and lower. I stood up and moved to the water to wash my face. The thick sticky fluid was tenacious and required soap to remove. I turned off the water and reached for a towel. Hank beat me to it, and dried off my body, and then I his. I could see the reflection in the mirror. We were two hansom dudes ready for more action.
Hank led me to the bedroom, where he tenderly laid me down. He went to the other side and snuggled up close. His hands explored my chest and found my nipples. He took them into his mouth, and began to make love to my body. He moved with deliberate care to explore every inch of my body, leaving my cock for the very last. I enjoyed my turn to explore his body, finding his ass an unusual experience. My tongue found his opening and worked it over. Hank moved to his hands and knees, lowering his head to the sheets, totally exposing his vulnerability. He was wet and my fingers entered without force. My cock was alive with desire and wanted to penetrate. I remember some KY in my wife's drawer and quickly retrieved it. Hank knew where this was going, and seemed very willing. I inserted a good measure of lubricant directly on his add and began to work it in. After my third finger entered, Hank demanded to be fucked.
The sensation was warm and tight, more than I'd ever felt. I pushed slowly, but Hank had clearly experienced this and felt as if he sucked me inside him. I grabbed his hips and began to thrust with wild abandon. It seemed like an hour, but I'm sure it was only minutes before I was shouting as I pounded his ass and withdrew to shoot my cum on his back, not being sure how this was done without a condom. I experience my own pride as I covered his back with a volume of cum that was remarkable for my second orgasm of the night. I tenderly wiped his back clean, turned him over. His hard cock was clearly evident and needed attention. I played with it and lightly pumped it with my hand. I continued to stoke and added my mouth to the top 4 inches. I could tell that he was close as he went rigid and pumped his pelvis as if his primitive man had emerged. I watched in delight as I pumped and his semen exploded onto his chest and over my hand. I tasted him again and knew that this was a taste I would never forget. We both were soon lost in the deep sleep of exhaustion and satisfaction.
I sure hope you enjoyed the story. Please E-mail me at Riverrat56@hotmail.com with your comments and suggestions, or just that you got off while reading it.