The FWB Electrician

We picked the contractor from a list of submissions. Had not met them, but they gave a decent price and a solid timeline for completion so we decided to go with them.

When they arrived, we could not have been more pleasantly surprised.

“Hi I'm Austin, this is Neil,” he said.

Now, full disclosure, that is obviously not their real names, but there is a method to my madness here. I chose Austin because if I had to use a porn star reference for them, it would be that he had the bod and build of Austin Wolf.

Tall, great hair, bit of scruff, nice sweet eyes, rugby build, not thick, but a solid stud of a man and to top it off (no pun), he was very sweet.

It was a big chore to bring the place up to code so the guys were there for several days and as it happens you get beyond polite chit chat and the banter starts and eventually we were teasing each other over coffee and cookies etc.

Neil wasn’t by any means a bad looking guy, much taller than Austin but a skinny little kid. Probably had a huge cock dangling between his legs too but Austin was the one that got my ass twitching.

He seemed to be more into my husband though as the banter between them was much more flirtatious.

One day, I had gone to the store and my husband crossed the banter line and said to Austin, “My husband and I were commenting last night how good looking you are.”

“I guess my wife has some competition then,” he laughed in reply.

“Damnit, he’s straight?” I thought when hubby told me this story.

My infatuation with Austin continued over the course of the week they were in the house doing their work and at times, it seemed like Austin was putting on a little show for us.

I was in the kitchen doing some slicing and dicing and I heard him in the foyer doing something or other. It kinda sounded like he was adjusting his tool belt or something but I didn’t think anything of it.

I popped my head around the corner ostensibly to see if he wanted a coffee or anything and he was standing with his back to me reaching to the ceiling with his torso flexed.

His t-shirt was riding up revealing his sexy tight waist and his work pants were lower than usual revealing a very sexy pair of black banded CK boxer briefs.

I wondered there and then if he hadn’t prepped this scene for my benefit. Ok I didn’t wonder this, I fantasized this was the case.

However, I wasn’t about to complain, “Austin, do you want some coffee?”

He lowered his body down from the stretched out position and said he would love a cup.

Following me in the kitchen he leaned forward on the island propping his arms in a wide stance which made his triceps bulge.

In my head, I noticed this and dared anyone who was listening to my thoughts to think that this wasn’t a tantalizing show.

As I was making coffee, he noticed the slicing and dicing and asked if I was the cook.

Over cooking we bonded a little and I admit to feeling really nervous having full-blown conversations with him.

I am pretty sure every time he said something I blushed uncontrollably but that’s what happens when you encounter a sexy daddy of a man who makes your knees weak.

Because he had said he liked to cook, I had earlier been in the little kitchen garden outside chopping back some cilantro which was spreading and he wandered past with some wires and I asked him, “Hey, you like to cook, do you want some of this cilantro? I’m going to toss most of it away, just needs to be cut back a bit for the autumn.”

He said he would gladly take a bunch so I cut and wrapped a bunch in some wax paper for him and left it in the kitchen.

Later in the afternoon, he was all finished and packed up his tools and left.

After I locked up the house again, I went into the kitchen and there sitting on the counter was his cilantro, “Awww,” I thought. I wondered if I should send him a text but decided not to.

The next morning, I was home alone, had thrown the cilantro in the trash and decided to smoke a joint and relax after having a house full all week long.

Within an hour of my first puff I was in a seriously good place and very much in the moment watching TV relaxing when my phone rings.

I’m always worried it will be work or something but I see its Austin, the electrician.

“Sorry to bother, I was just going through paperwork and realized that I forgot to complete one little task which I have to do to get the certificate issued, is it ok if I pop around right now and fix that up?” he asked.

I said of course but as soon as I hung up I started to giggle realizing that a) there is a cloud of pot smoke wafting through the house, and b) I am high as a kite at this point and c) my contractor crush is coming by.

My dick started to twitch a little at c).

He arrived about 5 minutes later which gave me time to open some doors and windows to air out the house but even when he arrived, it was noticeable and being the cheeky stud he was, after he puts his tool kit down he says, “well, someone is having a good morning.”

I laughed and said, yeah, just me and the dog relaxing to some TV.”

“No worries man, it’s all good,” he said, “Ok, I just have to do a quick little something with the junction box and breakers and then it’s all good,” he said as he got to work.

Literally, no sooner had I heard the cover to the breakers open and close, he says ‘Ok, that’s it, all done.”

“That’s it? You opened and closed the cover….that’s it?” trying to sound incredulous.

Giggling a bit himself he replied, “Yes that’s it, now you’re all up to code.”

“But…” he said.

“But what?” I asked with a contorted look on my face.

“But I had to come back anyway for something much more serious.”

I suddenly had a very bad feeling come over me, “was he about to tell me that house has to be condemned and it’s a money pit etc?”

“What’s more serious than the electrical certification,” I asked faking my most concerned look?

“I forgot my cilantro,” he said with a huge smile.

“I know,” I said and laughed, “after you left, I saw it on the kitchen, but I hate to tell you, I tossed it this morning.”

“What?! You threw away my present!? I thought I meant more to you than that,” he smirked.

“I can cut you more,” I said.

“What else do you have to offer?” he said crossing his arms.

I can be really oblivious to flirting sometimes, so I am thinking he wants a drink.

I kinda shrugged a “I don’t know” and staring right at me he asks, “You liked what you saw this week didn’t you? I saw you checking me, you want a piece don’t you?”

“Uhm yeah, you mean, I mean” stuttering, “ok, yeah, I think you’re very good looking and if I had to choose a contractor to watch all week it would be you.”

“Oh good,” he laughed, “I bought new underwear hoping I could show off a little to you.”

“ Awww, that’s sweet,” I said, “But, I got the impression you were more into my husband with all the flirty back and forth.”

“No, he is great, he seems like a lot of fun, but I have to admit, there is something about you, you’re a bit more reserved but then something tells me that you’re not really that reserved.”

“Gent in the streets, pig in the sheets!” I blurted out laughing.

“Prove it,” was his reply.

“Uhm, I don’t know where to start,” I said.

I am seriously entering the apex phase of my high at this point and I am not even aware of it but my dick is achingly hard and my ass is twitching.

I moved closer to give him a kiss and he grabbed me by the waist.

I paused, “Wait aren’t you married?”

“I am,” he replied,”But you know, can’t live the life you lead so get it where I can.”

We ended up in the living room making out and groping each other and before too long he was reclined back with his arms outstretched and I had tugged his cargo pants open and was slobbering all over his nice curved 8” dick.

As I was doing my best to goes balls deep on his pretty cock he asks, “How old are you?”

“47,” I replied

“You are without a doubt the only nearly 50 year I know that is this sexy, with your bod, I’m 35 and I wouldn’t wear skinny jeans but your thighs, those legs, fuck me, first time I saw you I thought, I want in those jeans.”

We ended up in naked in my office on the sofa shortly after his.

He wanted some gay porn so we clicked open barebackbastards.com

I was on my back with my legs almost to my head

He rimmed me while holding onto my cock and then would come up and suck my dick like a straight boy (put it all the way in your mouth, it tastes better).

I had brought another joint upstairs with us so was very much higher than a kite at this point and feeling sexy and good.

My ass was sopping wet from his tongue at this point and while he stopped to suck my dick he would insert one, then two, then three and finally four fingers in my hole which put me over the edge.

My cock was stone hard and he was loving my curved 8.5” licking mostly just the head. Felt amazing though.

Without saying a word, he got up, grabbed me by the calves and pulled my legs wide open.

He rubbed the head of his dick against my hole while just staring at me. He had such sexy blue eyes. Fuck I wanted him.

I lubed him up a bit and then grabbed my poppers for a huge hit.

That feeling of vulnerably and wanting to give yourself completely to someone else took over my body and mind, I was ready for this straight boy dick.

The poppers and the weed combo was now taking me to a new level and as his dick snaked its way into my ass it rubbed my prostate perfectly causing me to moan out very loudly.

Ok, I wasn’t moaning, I was begging for it!

My legs were shaking a little from the waves of sensation pushing against my g-spot.

“Holy shit, you like this dick don’t you?” he said as he fucked me. As he moved back and forth, his entire torso tightened up beautifully.

He leaned forward to kiss me and I said embraced, “It is nice fucking cock babe.”

There was a time in my youth where an ass spasm of pleasure would cause me to push a top off of me to take a rest, now I just ride through it, legs shaking, spastic ass, moaning incomprehensible shit through a popper and weed fueled high.

Love that feeling of surrender.

We had been fucking all over the place for a good hour or more. On my back, on all fours, riding him, bent over the sofa, lying on our sides with his curved cock punching into my hole.

We ended up back on the sofa, I was on my back with my legs wrapped around him and he was slowly digging in deep with long strokes that made me shudder with delight.

As he fucked, we kissed and talked dirty to each other and I could sense that he was getting close to shooting his load.

“Do you have kids?” I asked pulling away from an amazing kiss.

“Yeah, two, a boy and a girl. Why?” he asked.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but I get so turned on knowing that that cock has filled some pussy with cum and made babies,” I said.

He kissed me long and hard moaning his approval and then leaned back and pulled my legs into the air.

Grabbing the poppers, hardly able to open it because I was so high, I took four huge hits. As I was about to put the bottle down, he leaned forward, “Can I try?” and took two huge hits himself.

And then every fantasy about a straight baby producing daddy breeding me full of DNA came true.

He fucked me hard holding onto my legs, changing position to pin me down, flipped me over and screamed at me, “Arch that back, take this dick, get those babies.”

I was on all fours, every muscle tightened on my body, his thighs slapping against me as he pounded me.

He screamed a loud “OH FUCK” and pushed all the way into my ass.

Convulsing and shuddering, shaking and crying out, he unloaded his cum into my well-fucked hole.

My prostate was numb with the throbbing and I was out of breath. I put my head down and looked back.

Only then had did I noticed that I had cum all over my sofa without even touching my dick.

As he pulled out of my ass I said, “look, you literally fucked the cum out of me, I didn’t even touch my dick.”

“Dam, fucking hell, I thought I shot big loads, you could make a commune with those loads!” he said as he wiped some of the massive puddle of my cum and pushed it into my ass.

“Come here, move out of the way,” he motioned, “come lie on top of me.

We laid down, me resting on his muscled chest catching our breath.

Unaware to either of us, his phone had been ringing off the hook. Fortunately it wasn’t his wife but something work related so he was able to cover his absence with some excuse that he probably uses on customers a millions times over.

After we caught our breath he said he really had to get going.

“Do you want to shower first?” I asked.

Without going into all the details, we showered together, he fucked me again but this time when he came, he throat fucked me to completion and I swallowed his nut.

I jokingly said, “Hmmm, your babies taste delicious.”

He laughed, “ewwww, don’t say that, you aren’t allowed to eat my kids, they’re really cute, you’ll like them!”

He left that afternoon leaving me in a state of ass quivering, leg shaking prostate orgasmic bliss.

In fact, my prostate was throbbing so much after he left, that I went to take a piss and I couldn’t for a long time until the throbbing calmed down.

You know you’re been well fucked when…..

This was the start of a nice little friendship we have maintained over the years since the first fuck and I have even met his kids (and wife) who sometimes come over to use our swimming pool in the hot weather.

I am by no means the only piece of ass he fucks but I do take a certain pride in him being eager to come back and have to say, for a straight boy, this stud knows how to bang out a piggy bottom.