Birthday surprise

Not everyone calls what I do “art,” but I make a decent living making log chainsaw statues, metal sculptures and decorative metal cutouts. Some of the materials I use are pretty heavy, and it’s a dirty job at times, so I hired a local kid to help me with the heavy lifting. 

Ethan helped me out a couple hours after school, and I was able to give him full-time hours in the summer. He was good help. After a few months, I thought we had become pretty good friends. I didn’t tell him that I’m bisexual, and I never made a pass at him, but I have to admit, he was easy to look at — especially in the summer when he would frequently take his shirt off when we were cutting up logs that would be transformed into statues. At 5-foot, 8-inches, he was a little taller than me. Dark hair and eyes. I doubt he weighed more than 130 pounds. 

My workshop is nestled in a small woods on a 40-acre plot. Recently divorced, I often stay at the shop for days on end since it has everything I need. One room is my man cave equipped with a satellite TV, a well-stocked humidor, a refrigerator and a sofa that folds out into a bed. Adjacent to that is a large shower area, which I use for washing some of my larger projects when needed, so it’s just three concrete block walls with a flexible shower hose and a drain. There’s no curtain as it’s just me out there.

It was June 6th, and Ethan arrived a few minutes early as he always does. I was already in the shop giving the chainsaws a tune-up. He brought a bag in with him and asked if he could shower here after work because he had a party to go to that evening. It was his 18th birthday..

I told him he could take the day off if he wanted to, but he insisted on going to work. He knew I had a deadline approaching for a street fair; I needed to have a good assortment of chainsaw art ready for it.

The day was busy but uneventful; nothing out of the ordinary. Around 4 p.m., I suggested we knock off for the day so he could shower and get ready for his party. He had put in a good day, and his shirtless chest and back were covered with wood dust, dirt and other debris. I wondered if he noticed me lick my lips as I gazed at his glistening, sweat-covered chest with his quarter-sized dark, puffy nipples. He had no chest hair and no love trail descending from his belly button. I wondered if he shaved his body.

We made our way back to the workshop, and I told him I would have a cigar and a soda outside while he showered. 

“Aren't you going to shower?” Ethan asked.

“Yes,” I said. “After you’re done. I don’t want to invade your privacy.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not shy,” he said. “Besides, the shower’s big enough for both of us and it’ll save water.”

The little devil on one shoulder and the little angel on the other started arguing. I so badly wanted to see him naked, and he was 18 now. No harm can come from looking, right?

“Alright,” I said. “If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

I followed him into the workshop and he headed straight for the shower. He sat down on a bench and untied his shoes and took them off. Then, facing me, he stood up and unbuckled and unzipped his jeans quickly. He pushed them down and off. Next came the boxer briefs. He stood naked in front of me, and my eyes went right for the prize. Indeed, he shaves everything. His cock dangled about 4 inches long with a slight curve to his left. With no pubes overshadowing it, it looked absolutely delicious with a perfect, bell-shaped glans at the end.

I tried not to stare as I pulled off my T-shirt. Rather than turning and going to the shower, he watched me as I undressed. I kicked off my shoes and then took off my jeans. I slid my blue boxer briefs down as he watched.

“Oh, wow, you’re not circumcised,” he said. 

“Nope,” I replied. 

“I wish I wasn’t,” he said.

“I’m sure you get no complaints,” I said.

We walked into the shower bay and he turned on the spigot and adjusted the temperature. We took turns rinsing off and soaping ourselves. His back was turned to me, and I commented, “The water isn’t doing anything on your back. You still have a lot of dirt on your shoulders.”

He handed me a wash cloth. “Wash my back for me,” he said.

“Um. I don’t think so,” I said. 

“Come on,” he said. “In scouts, we’re taught to help each other.”

I didn’t want to seem too eager, but I took the cloth and pumped a shot of soap onto it. I started washing his back. 

He leaned his head back. “Ahh, that feels good,” he said. I was trying to mentally force my dick from getting stiff. I washed his shoulders, then across the middle of his back down to the small of his back where his dark tan line gave way to his lily-white bubble butt. 

I handed him the cloth. “Here. You can wash your own ass,” I said. 

“I’ll wash your back for you,” he said. He turned around and I could see that his cock was now rock hard. It stood straight up. It had to be close to 8 inches.

“Oh, my,” I said, looking down at it. “I guess that did feel good, huh?”

We looked into each other’s eyes for what was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Surprised, I took a step back. Neither one of us said anything for an awkward moment. Then I moved forward again and kissed his mouth. Our lips parted, and our tongues began to intertwine. I put my arms around him, pulling him close. I could feel his huge erection pressing against my stomach as my fingers kneaded his ass cheeks. 

We broke away and I nestled my face against his neck, kissing it softly. My heart was pounding in my chest. 

“I’m sorry,” I said although I don't know why. After all, he had kissed me first.

“Don’t be,” he said. “I’m not.” 

“So many things are going through my head right now,” I said. “God, you’re irresistible.” My cock was now rock hard as well.

“I’ve seen how you look at me,” he said. “I knew that I had to take a chance.” He wrapped a hand around my cock. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while now.”

“I’ve wanted to since the first day I hired you,” I said. “But you were too young, and you work for me.”

“Well, I'm 18 now.” With his free hand, he pushed his own cock down so it was now parallel to mine. “You’re so big,” he said. 

There was maybe only a quarter-inch difference in the lengths of our cocks. “You’re not small,” I said as I reached down and took his cock from him. I knelt down and kissed the head of his cock. I looked up at him. "You sure about this?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Go for it.”

I licked up and down the shaft as I gently massaged his hairless ball sac. Then I slowly stretched my lips over the head of his cock. I started sucking him earnestly. It had been so long since I had tasted a cock.

It was probably less than a minute into the blowjob when my mouth filled up with a huge load of hot teen cum. I gagged as shot after shot after shot of cum exploded in my mouth. I did my best to swallow, but a lot of it trickled down my chin.

“Oh, gosh,” I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.” He confided that he had gone a week without masturbating in anticipation of this day, so his cock was on a hair trigger.

“It’s OK,” I said. "You're young. You can cum more than once. Come on, let's go over to the bed.”

We got to the sofa bed, and I asked him, “What time do you need to leave? I don’t want you to miss your party.”

“This is my party,” he said. “My mom’s not expecting me home tonight.”

He pushed me down on the bed and crawled between my legs. He grasped my cock and pulled the foreskin down. He started sucking my cock and stroking the shaft. I took his hand and adjusted his grip. “Here,” I said, “let me show you how to handle an uncut cock.” I showed him where to grip so the loose skin would slide easily up and down the thick shaft. He studied my cock, slowly pulling the foreskin up and then back down. He marveled at the way it moved. I used my finger to show him how he could slide his tongue under the foreskin. He sucked my cock more and then licked my balls. While I’m a pretty hairy guy, I trim the pubes and shave my balls; his wet tongue felt fantastic on my smooth sac. 

He stopped and stood up, his cock still rock hard, never going soft after he had cum. “My jaw’s starting to hurt,” he said.

“I guess that means it’s my turn,” I said. He lied down on his back and I leaned over to suck his cock again. I rolled into position so we could 69. 

After several minutes, he asked me, “Will you fuck me?”

“Have you ever been fucked?” He shook his head. “I don't have any lube.”

“In my bag,” he said. 

I walked over to his gym bag and tossed it to him. He unzipped the top and reached in and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant.

“You were prepared,” I said. 

“It's a scout thing,” he said.

I pulled him by the legs to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. I lifted his legs so I could see his cute, tight, virgin hole. I licked at it, and he moaned gently. As I continued to lick, I pressed my tongue harder and harder against his hole. He moaned louder each time. I moved up to lick his balls and his shaft as I opened the bottle and lubed my finger. I smeared the oil on his asshole and worked my middle finger into him. I sucked his cock hard as I worked my index finger in as well, slowly opening him up. I could taste large amounts of precum as I continued to add digits. I was now fucking his ass with three figures as he writhed and moaned. 

I repositioned him on the bed and climbed up. I lubed up my cock and held his feet up as I positioned my cockhead at his ass’ gate. On cue, he grabbed his own legs to hold them up as I used my hand to guide my cock into him. I watched the glans disappear into his ass and then pulled out, added more lube, then slipped it back in. With short, slow strokes, I pressed a little more of my cock into him each time. He winced a couple of times but whispered, “Fuck me.”

I buried my cock in his ass and held it there as I could feel his muscles convulse around it. I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. “My cock is all the way in you now,” I said. He nodded approvingly.

I backed my cock out a bit and then pressed it back in. Short, slow strokes at first. But as his ass relaxed, I started fucking him harder and harder. He moaned louder and louder, practically shrieking. “Oh yes!” He yelled. “Oh yes! Oh, god yes! Fuck me!”

I fell backwards bringing him up with me so he was now on top of me with my pole still embedded in his ass. He started bouncing up and down on my cock. His huge erection was slapping his stomach with each bounce. The head glistened with precum and produced shiny strands between his stomach and cock as it swayed back and forth.

He was starting to tire, so I grabbed a couple of throw pillows and placed them behind him. He leaned against them as I was back on top fucking him hard and fast. He had one thumb pressing on the base of cock as I pounded his ass. In a few minutes, his cock was spurting cum again coating his stomach. 

I could feel my own ejaculation building, so I pulled out and gave my cock a few strokes. “No,” he said. “I want to taste it.” He quickly flipped forward and caught my load just as I started cumming. He lapped at my cock hungrily and sucked on it as my orgasm subsided. For a first-timer, you sure are eager, I thought.

I fell forward onto the bed next to him. I was covered with sweat. He smiled, and we wrapped our arms around each other. “So much for our shower,” I said. He laughed and hugged me.

“I need a rest,” I said, “but first, let’s rinse this off.”

We walked over to the shower, his cock, now soft but still impressively large, swayed back and forth as he walked. We soaped each other up and then rinsed, occasionally bending over for a quick taste of cock.

He stayed the night, and we continued our party into the wee hours. I actually had never bottomed before, but I wanted Ethan’s birthday to be special, so I let him fuck me. He filled my ass with his cum. Was that his third orgasm or fourth? I can’t remember. We sucked and fucked all night. He said he lost count after five orgasms. I came three times, which is a lot for an old man like me. But the third was the next morning when I awoke to Ethan sucking on my cock. 

I knew this was going to be a great summer.