The Builders Apprentice

I couldn't believe anyone could have that much power over me. Darren was on my mind all the time, in lectures, at the gym, when I was out with my friends, I even woke hard every morning, thinking of him.

It started as pure lust. My animalistic desire to get inside him and explore every inch of his perfect physique. The physical attraction really was that strong.

There were so many moments of near contact as he fitted and fixed up the basement. About a week in, he asked me to hold the ladder, while he worked on a light fitting. His bulge was right in front of my face, just behind his blue jeans, inch's away from my mouth, I could smell him, I was so close. He was working above me and I was just frozen there, clutching the ladder, horny as fuck for him. Then he shouted down, that deep harsh tone of his, I could feel it in my balls 'pass us up the tape, nah the white stuff over there, ya gobshite ha'. 

Darren was full of friendly banter and being called a gobshite, was his way of letting me know, he liked me.

I admired his skill too, he was able to fix everything he turned his hands to. He was incredibly strong , I saw him loading doors, bricks, windows onto his shoulder or back, without even a frown.

One afternoon, I was having lunch, Darren arrived in and sat opposite me at the table. 'its fucking scorching out there man'. He pulled off his t shirt and studied his sweaty torso. 'Sweating like a mad thing sorry '. I just gulped and stared at his physique. There was so much to admire, boulder shoulders, hard beefy pecs, solid ripped abs, light freckles dotted on his shoulders, light hair under his belly button, trailing down to his cock. When he spoke his pecs bounced a little and his abs rippled.

He was drenched in sweat and it smelled so damn sexy. The wetness just added to his sex appeal. I could have studied him all day, I was experiencing severe erection, my cock was planted under table top. I tried act as normally as I could.

My mind said ' Let me lick that sweat off you Darren' but my voice listened to the inner voice of reason 'yeah Darren, eh, get a drink, want to borrow one of my t shirts?'

Even then I couldn't resist the temptation to offer him a tight fit Gymshark t shirt. As I hoped, it just revealed the full splendour of his muscle. Part of me was jealous, all those hours in the gym and this lad is way bigger than me.

Darren was grateful ' Thanks, I couldn't work in mine, it's so fucking wet'.

' Did you get lunch Darren, there's loads here?. 'Seriously? I'm starving, end of the week, money's stretched thanks'.

Lunch was really good, Darren was curious about my food. He found it amusing I put so much thought into high protein, gym food.

I couldn't understand how he could be so muscular and defined without all the supps and special foods.

'My Da was the same, when he was young, he was as fit as fuck , not a pinch of fat on him either, people say I have a fast metabolism and good genes. I love the gym and this job keeps me fit too'.

As he related more it was clear, Darren had lived a tough childhood. His mother had died when he was a child and his father turned to drugs.

' I had to fend for myself in the end, to be honest I did all the wrong things and fucked up. Now I have a chance to start over'.

It wasn't just his story, but his expression as he told it. For the first time, I was really communicating with Darren. Until now, I had been trying to impress him, I had just looked at him as a turn on and as a challenge for me.

I felt guilty, not for lusting after him, that's a compliment to him, but guilty for not seeing his real personality.

In front of me now was a lad my age, without my luck, and he was kind and honest. I saw depth and character behind his blue eyes and rugged good looks.

' Darren that's heavy shit for someone our age. You must have done some good stuff too, look at you, skilled and working?' 

Before he got a chance to respond, Sam burst through the door. ' Hey Sam, eh this is Sam my crazy friend from college and this is Darren'.

' Where did he get you from Darren, you're just his type'?  Darren just laughed and shrugged. ' You probably guessed Darren that Sam has no filter he just talks crap all the time, but he's a laugh and sound, even though he just probably insulted you. And Sam I didn't get Darren from anywhere he's a builder, working here for the landlord, a professional!'.

Sam laughed ' Still Darren watch him, I'm straight but I'd go for you myself'. ' 'Shut up Sam..'

Sam and Darren connected straight away and we're arguing about football after five minutes. That's what I love about Sam, he just brings out the fun side of everyone.

Darren went back to work outside and Sam was straight out with the interrogation: ' come on you fucking want his ass, seriously he's into you too , I can see it, and that body'. Even straight Sam was lusting after Darren now!

'Anyway I called over to see if we can watch the match here tonight, I'll bring loads of cans and stuff, You get a stream going on that projector yoke you're always banging on about? ' Yeah all right Sam'. 

On the way out Sam stopped and chatted to Darren. From what I heard he was trying to sell me to him. I don't even know if Darren is straight or gay and anyway he deserves some space. But Sam is all good.

I had planned to get to college and study that day but it didn't happen. Darren knocked in just before he finished work. 'Eh Sam asked me to come over and watch the match later, but ..' ' Yeah Darren do, were having beers, I think Sam's girlfriend might come too, around 8? It's 6 now, just have food here and stay?' ' You sure?' Yeah Darren, crazy going home for two hours'.

' Tell you what, I'm robbing you're food and beer, least I can do is make food'? ' that depends, will you poison me?' ' I'm a trained chef, well half trained, tell you more about that sometime'. 

'Hey Darren you can use the shower too, if you want, been hot all day'. ' What you don't like my sweat? ' I love youre sweat too much Darren, that's the problem. 'yeah you do boy'.

We both laughed and I was erect again.

Darren took up my offer to take whatever clothes he needed for the night. ' Fuck you like to look after yourself, all these clothes and trainers'.

I was on the sofa when he walked out of the shower. He looked incredible, naked apart from a pair of new white trunks I'd given him. I bought them because they really show off my bulge. I thought I looked big in them but Darren's bulge was off the charts and his ass and thighs were massive.

In and out he wandered from my room to the bathroom, like a God, perfect, put there to tempt and punish me.

He could cook too, wherever he learned this, his food was amazing. We chatted mostly about foitball, the match and the gym. Turns out he was selected by a UK club as a teenager but he was never able to take the offer up. He did win medals for hurling and was expert at jiujitsu.

As usual once Sam arrived, the night became a blur. Too much alcohol and shouting at the match. I remember him having a mess fight with Darren at one stage, then he was kissing his girlfriend and they were both asleep in the spare room.

Darren clicked with us all, as if we'd known him a long time.

I can't remember falling asleep or getting into my bed but in the deep night I felt Darren reach into my jocks.

I knew it was him by his smell and physique. His hand was rough, a builders hand for sure, and strong. He held my cock and slowly massaged it, his rough skin enhanced the stimulation. I knew he was right there beside me, I felt his breath but he said nothing. I was in ecstacy, His other hand massaged by balls. Everything tingled, I could feel all of my desire ready to burst. I heard him sigh and then he made me cum. The release was total, I'd never felt a high like this. He took it all in his hand and made me spill all I had, over and over, until I was empty. He left me shaking in ecstacy, I fell into a deep sleep.