The decorator

The week started much like any other , the routine of working in a decorating supply shop. Luckily some of the regular trade lads are hot as fuck. Always passes the days on nicely.

This particular day being warm, most were in white work shorts and t-shirts. Some of the shorts tighter than they should be. Showing off their manhood. Being hot of course semi hard-on’s were a plenty. All shapes and sizes, one guy who I didn’t know, I swear you could make out his bell end. Just marvelous, I would have gone to my knees right there in the shop. In front of everybody. Gagging on it and swallowing every drop.

Sorry, I’ve woke up from my dream.

One of my favorite things is to get close to the hot ones and smell them, taking in their aroma. Awesome! It makes me so fucking hard and horny. I sometimes drift off into my imagination, what if.

Half way through the morning, just after brew. Andrew walked in. For fucks sake, this guy is a monster of a man. 6ft 6, a broad frame and proper arms. He just gives off the essence of MAN. Fuck. He certainly can fuck me, if he’s a mind too.I often flirt with him, I know he knows, what I’m up too. But, he plays along. I do think he enjoys my attention. His nervous laugh and smirk is just adorable. I’m often thinking of ways I can embarrass him. Get a reaction. Anything. Today, it was his turn, he was on a mission to get me to be embarrassed. It started as I walked ahead of him to the rear of the shop. He slapped my ass, well fuck! I could have cum in my pants. So many things going through my head. Was he winding me up, was he serious. Shit!!! What the fuck do I do. Then he said , did that turn you on? I mumbled yes, it did. He grinned at me. Thought it would, my turn to get into you. Within a second he pushed my head down and my face was in his crotch. Jesus! I inhaled, taking as much of his smell in as I could. This was just the best place I could be. He wasn’t hard but it was a fair size. If that gets big , it will poke yer eye out I thought. Next minute he lifted me back on my feet. Then whispered, your leaking. He walked away. My heart racing, thumping. Had anyone at work seen this fleeting excitement of mine. Fortunately not. It took time for me too compose myself and return to the counter. Andrew still there, enjoying his conquest of embarrassing me. The smirk was a full cheeky grin. Cya, he walked out of the shop,Looking back once and gave me a wink. One of the girls in the shop, she screeched over to me. You’ve got an admirer, in a 13 year old annoying voice. I quietly said, he’s winding me up. He knows I fancy him. I was beetroot red at this point and dashed quickly off to the office to calm my nerves and another coffee.

My remainder of the day was in a complete trance. Thoughts of what will occur, if anything. Was he just getting to me for fun. Is he gonna tell his work mates. I was elated and nervous at the same time.

As the day came to the close, I let the rest of the staff go and cash up. Just switching the paint machines off, I was startled by a presence In the doorway. It was Andrew of course. Again I thought what the fuck, am I gonna get beat up now. Or......

He said lock the door , we have unfinished business. I hurriedly rushed over locking the door. I left the key In the door. Thinking I could make my escape, screaming into the carpark. After been battered by this hulk of a man.

As I brushed past him , he grabbed me. Our faces, lips drawn together. We kissed and what a snog. The old cliche I didn’t want it to end. Well I didn’t!, It was like a dream. One of my day dreams. A wet dream. A gorgeous true man. Snogging the face off me. Wow. At one point my legs were around his waist , this man was , words do not describe him.

I felt his manhood pressing against me, second time today, what a lucky guy I am. This time erect , very hard . In my head I’m thinking if he fucks me with that,it’s gonna hurt. But by Christ I’m gonna take it. He can have anything he wants. “Kick me round the room and call me Mandy”, if he wants. I’m his now.

To be continued