Handy Handy Men

The next morning, I opened the front door to a naked Jamie.

He wasn’t risking much; you can’t see the front door from the street.

As he stepped in, I handed him his own house key, and tweaked his balls on the way past.

He squealed and jumped back, laughing.

I made my way to the pool, as he stowed what little stuff he had, and joined me.

He was actually putting on bulk. I was glad he and Josh had taken my direction seriously.

I lifted his nuts up a little as he stood before me in an excellent Display. He had his rings arranged properly.

“Josh showed me,” he confirmed.

“You want I should do the pool?” he asked pointing at the water.

“Nah, its clean,” I responded. “But, you can get to work on sucking this.”

I pointed to my crutch and let him dive in.

His head job technique was excellent. He’d been faster than Josh to pick it up, and was now equally as good.

Now days, his jaw wasn’t even prone to aching. This guy would make a fantastic gay man, if he was gay.

Once he had me fully primed, I pushed two lounges together and made a double bed sized bunk. I handed him the lube, and told him to prep. He’d watched enough gay porn to know all the terms.

I lay down on my back, my rock-hard meat pointing skyward. I had him straddle me.

“When you lower yourself boy,” I informed, “you’ll be fucking the virgin out of yourself.”

“Yes Sir,” he said confidently.

“A straight man choosing to lose his cherry to cock.” I added.

“Sir, I sold my cherry for cash. It’s yours now, to do what you want.”

I nodded, appreciating his self-clarity.

“Then I choose to fuck you.”

 “Thank you Sir,” he said as he lowered himself to meet my straining steel.

He sat on top, then impaled himself with three of my seven inches.

His mouth making an oversized O.

I love fucking virgins, especially straight virgins, manipulated into giving up their holes.

Exhibit One, I thought, as I gave him time to adjust. I didn’t want him damaged, I intended to fuck all weekend.

When he finally achieved arse cheeks to crutch, I was amazed at his grip along my length. I was acutely aware of the sensation. I realized that from this point on, he’d lose his internal tension. I paused to absorb the glory, it was amazing.

He stayed still, not sure of what to do, but not interrupting the mental journey I was clearly on.

“You’re fucked now,” I said, smiling to myself.

He was.

*

As we showered later, washing the sweat from our bodies, I took the opportunity to slip back into him, and simply stay. I reversed to sit on the bench, which ran along one wall of the recess.

I just rested in him, rubbing his neck and shoulders, massaging his scalp.

The steam and heat swirled around us, the rhythmic pitter-patter of the water falling, it was utterly calming. I felt the tension flow from him as he relaxed, breathing deeply.

He was zoning out from our surrounds, and a physical interaction he’d never had before.

I was caressing his brain, as much as his flesh.

I had him gently rotate to face me. I worked his nipples, his temples, his jaw. He kept his eyes closed.

He was like putty, all the while, impaled on my manhood. His rhythmic breathing kept him entranced. 

“I’m using your hole to jerk off boy,” I said.

“Yes Sir,” he replied, almost as a whisper, his eyes still closed.

I continued, matching his volume, the shower’s rain in the background.

“When we’re done this weekend, you’ll know a real man used every part of you. Used your body, your mind, your flesh. Fucked every fiber and cell, as he pleased.”

“Your nipples,” I said, as I took hold and gently squeezed. He tossed his head back slightly. “Your ears,” I continued, as I reached, and massaged, “your skull,” I finished, as I dragged my fingers through his wet hair.

“You’ll dwell on being a hole, a tool, an outlet, for real men to find the release they deserve.”

“You’ll know at the deepest level, it’s your calling, what you were born for.”

“Yes Sir,” he hushed.

“You’ll still do all you need, in life,” I continued, his eyes still closed, my cock metal hard, “But, you’ll rest easy, knowing your place without question.”

“Yes Sir,” he breathed.

“Are you in the right place now?”

“I am,” he answered, quiet and reflectively, “the perfect place.”

“Good boy,” I praised.

“Thank you, Sir,”

I took a while longer, enjoying my touch, my skin on skin, my insertion.

“Boy, as I count down from ten, you’ll feel yourself returning.”

“Yes Sir,”

“Returning to the here and now,” I continued. “You’ll be relaxed and having fun. You’ll hardly remember you’ve been away. Our words will drift from your conscious mind, as gentle curls of scented smoke.”

“Relaxed….” He uttered.

“Ten, nine,…..

*

As with Josh last week, we ended up in bed, snoozing through the afternoon.  

He was completely calm.

Before we dozed, I took hold of his nuts, below his rings, then drifted off.

I woke an hour later to find I still had his orbs in my palm.

My hand was a little sweaty, but it was a nice mental space, I held on.

An hour later we were sitting around the kitchen bench, snacking on crisps and downing a few beers.

Jamie was resting at the quieter end of his verbal scale. Often you couldn’t shut him up.

“What’s going on in your head?” I asked.

“Sex isn’t what I expected.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I just thought it would be different.” He paused, “not so sensual. I don’t even know if that’s a word?”

“It was, soft,” he added, as an afterthought.

“Well, that was intensely sensual, and yes, that’s a word.” I replied.

“But, you’re benefiting from years of experience,” I continued, “the guy you just had sex with, has been to bed with three to four hundred other men.”

His eyes bulged.

“So, you may not have sex like that for a while.”

“And, you’re never going to be a virgin again.” I smiled.

“Do you think I will stop being interested in women?”

“Nah, you don’t have control over that. Sexy women will still give you a hard-on.” I assured.

“But, bullies like me will still expect you to put out. Which you will.”

“Even though I’m straight?”

“Hetero or gay, doesn’t matter to real men needing to unload.” I confirmed.

“None of this is terribly important though, you just need to bend over, as instructed.”

He nodded.

“How will I feel about sex?” he asked.

“Well you’ve had fun with a guy, so having cock pressed in to you, won’t hold fear,” I assured.

“But, it won’t hold the attraction of taking a girlfriend to bed.”

“So, like two mindsets?” he asked, surprising me. How did he put that thought together?

My turn to nod

“One’s personal,” I suggested, “and one’s a business arrangement.” I answered.

“As an example, the second, is me setting up things so I get to fuck you how, and when I want.”

He simply nodded, unconcerned.

“A girlfriend could get stressed by that.” He suggested.

“Most will, but a few won’t.”

“I know you don’t follow yet, but in terms of sex, you’ll find you’re ‘out there’, compared to other guys.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sex, for guys like you is just sex. It’s no big deal. You get fucked by a guy, even though you’re straight, so what!” I paused. “Not many guys, or girls will understand that.”

“My recommendation is for you to hang with people who do.”

Suddenly, I could see all the pieces dropping into place. He was going to be fine.

We fucked twice more that day. The next two sessions weren’t so ‘soft’, as he put it.

When he rose on Sunday morning, he was sore. We didn’t play.

He took Monday and Tuesday off, as Josh had done.

*

Two weeks on from Jarrod and Chris’s business management pitch, they called an ‘All Staff’ meeting at the office.

We closed on a Tuesday an hour early, and ordered pizza.

This had never happened before. I could tell the crew was both excited and curious.

They briefed the team, and received a great response. I was happy that the crew was so engaged.  

I sat in the back, not uttering a word.

The gym idea was very popular, I would be interested to see if that held up.

On reflection, I had added two rules. The first was that you couldn’t train in your work gear. The second was, if you were going to train before work, you 100% had to shower before you hit the road.

I signed off the designs the week after. Adding better lighting, industrial carpet and upgraded wood paneling. I also increased the total size by 10% and added an extra rose to the open gang shower. The guys were thinking about the crew’s current size, not what it would be this time next year.

A week later I asked for an update on the apprentice plan. If we needed to employ tradesmen, we had to get on with it. We had two workers who had nominated for being plumbers. We had less interest in being a builder. This struck me as odd; I’d expected the outcome to be the other way around.

I found it was the co-contribution that had weeded out who was serious.

“Work your way down the crew by date of employ.” I directed, to a nodding Chris.

“See if any of the guys under two years, want in.”

“I’m surprised more didn’t put their hands up.” Lamented Jarrod.

“Horse to water,” I shrugged.

“Put an advert for a plumber in, hold off on the carpenter.” I directed.

*

I’d been looking forward to the weekend, my cock had been annoyingly hard, on and off for days!

Now that I had both toys fully trained, I was going to leverage it in the best way I could think of.

Mid-afternoon on Saturday, I heard Josh’s car pull up out front. Then I heard two car doors slam.

Showtime! I thought.

“Boss, Boss,” each greeted as they arrived, letting themselves in.

They put aside their loaded kit bags, and set about getting nude. It took all of twenty seconds, runners, socks and shorts, all gone, just like that. They fitted their leather collars, which I’d taken to hanging on the coat hooks near the front door.

They made their way into the Kitchen Living room, and adopted two perfect Displays. They looked sensational!

I was fucken hard already! Josh had been doing a great job with Jamie’s muscle program, they were genuinely leveling up. Another six months would see them peas in a pod.

Their hairless balls, now fully used of the ring weight, hung low. It was hot out, so today, their sacks extended below their cock ends.

As was a regular habit, I took their nuts in hand. I didn’t actually say anything, I just wanted to hold them for a minute.

As an owner, I always establish strong routines. They hadn’t flinched.

“Let’s get out by the pool,” I suggested, releasing my grip.

When I arrived in the sunshine, I walked across to the edge of the manicured lawn. This would be perfect.

I stood with my legs wide.

“One front, one back,” I directed, as they immediately went to work.

Josh, his knees to the soft grass, inhaled my cock, moving to a solid deep-throat within a few gulps. Jamie came up behind me, spread my cheeks and went full rim job.

Oh my god! I found myself in sex stimulation heaven, in my very own back yard.

As my pair of crafted sex toys strived to meet all my imagined needs, I felt my nerve endings fire. Oh my fucken god! I bent slightly at my waist to allow Jamie better access, he didn’t disappoint, attempting to press his tongue towards my innards. Josh doubled down, making sure not to give up any ground. My brain was swimming! Overwhelmed with the shear horniness of sex on tap

I slowly pulled to a stop, I needed to reset or I was going to blow a bucket. I carefully rotated, knowing they’d latch on as soon as I gave the nod. I did, and they were away!

Any delusions that a change of position was going to slow my cum release, were dashed in seconds. My boys had become so skilled, it was as it neither had stopped. What the fuck! How could I be this close to release this soon. I felt my balls lift, jeepers! I mentally pushed back; it had zero effect.

Oh god! I blew, blew like rarely before. Holy hell, how could I empty my balls in one go!

I stood straight, as Jamie drank down my load, he didn’t spill a drop. He didn’t even have to lick his lips.

*

As I recovered, I detected how proud of them selves Josh and Jamie were. They’d done a master job of getting off their owner! He’d been fucked! They knew it, in the end, he couldn’t even stand!

Thing is, they were right on every level, and I’d never been more appreciative.

When I had regained some composure, we retired to the sun lounges, and sucked on astonishingly rewarding beers.

My satisfaction with the world, permeated every part of my being. Holy fuck, I was happy!

“You boys are masters at m2m sex,” I declared into the silence, meaning it. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Boss,” replied Jamie. “Truth is, you make everything seem so natural. We were bound to end up here.”

Josh was nodding in the background, appreciating Jamie’s ability to express their feelings.

I shrugged, still marveling at their skills.

I looked across at Josh’s dick as he reclined in the sun. I could see were his pre-cum had dried. In a true example of respect, he hadn’t touched his cock. I found myself rapidly firming.

“What are you thinking of Boss?” asked Jamie, his eyes fixed to my knob.

I pushed myself upwards.

“I’m thinking I need to fuck this boy’s arse,” I replied pointing to Josh.

“Get your mouth on his hole, you’re the lube!”

“If either of them had reservations, it didn’t show.”

Josh stretched out along the lounge, his lower leg kneeling down to the deck. Jamie went to work sucking on the hole before him. As I stood and moved in, he quickly turned to wet my cock at the same time.

I called Josh to stand, positioning myself behind.

I made a controlled and constant entry. Jamie had done an excellent lube job. 

I worked my way in, taking my time, and enjoying the journey.

As I pressed body to arse cheeks, I knew I was deep in golden pastures. I began a gentle but intense rock. I was fucking grade A arse, and I knew it. Could life get any better?

I worked to a medium level pounding.

Three quarters along my journey, I decided to change it up. Jamie was still on his knees to my left. He was watching with a focus, bordering on pure admiration.

I snapped my fingers, bringing him back to reality, suddenly alert. He looked for instruction.

“Suck him off,” I directed.

I watched as he computed for a millisecond, then sprung to action.

Josh, who had been concentrating on making my fuck as good as it could be, struggled for a second or two.

Jamie latched on, and went to town. Josh suddenly had no fucken idea what to do. It was hilarious, and stimulating at the same time.

As I continued to work his hole, Josh started to lift his legs, one then the other, repeat. I was getting close, but I knew he was even closer.

“Don’t cum before me, boy!” I tortured, directly to his ear, his brain.”

“Oh fuck Sir, oh fuck!” was all he could respond with.

I worked his ring, deeper.

“Sir, Sir,” he pleaded, “sir, I’m close “

Jamie upped the ante, working harder.

“Sir, please cum!” he begged.

I blew, filling his arse.

He relaxed a little, but was still desperate. He groaned, deeply.

“Ok, you can blow.” I allowed.

He instantly took each side of Jamie’s head, and drove as deep as he could.

Jamie, took it all in his stride, he knew he’d been driving his friend to distraction.

He opened his gullet wide and drank down the seed of a magnificent male specimen.

The same specimen I’d just nailed.

*

I wandered across to the pool shower. I let the crisp water wash, and revive me.

Jamie and Josh watched from the lawn. I hadn’t released them, so, there was no way they were going to move.

I looked across to see them still grass marked from being fucked, on the clipped natural carpet.

Appreciating that I was on the way to being recharged, I returned to the lounges, and called them across.

I wanted them to remain grass scuffed and sweaty. We drank down chilled sodas and chatted freely.

“Yet to buy a car?” I asked Jamie, shifting to general conversation.

“Yes Boss,” he replied, easily. “Being free of the credit card has given me time to think.”

“You still have repayments though?” I questioned.

“I know, but they’re manageable,” he assured. “Thanks to you, I’ve got a second chance. I have a part of an idea I want to plan.”

I reached across and took his rings in an easy grip.

“I’m not sure you should be thanking me.” I replied. “I’m taking my pound of flesh.”

“I know Sir,” he confirmed, “but, this is the first chance I’ve ever had to take my time.”

I shrugged, and turned to Josh. I wanted to make sure I gave him equal space to be him.

“What about you?” I asked, “how are things going for you, being fucked, up, down and sideways?”

He blushed.

“Um, I like being owned,” he answered, “at least by you.”

“Being fucked should freak me, but now it seems ordinary.”

I surrendered, it was about all I was going to get.

I suddenly found myself impatient.”

“Get yourself down here boy,” I directed Josh, pointing to the sun lounge.

I arranged him across the cushions, elevating his hole for maximum exposure.

As I stepped back, to review the scene, I was flooded with inspiration.

“Lay along his back,” I instructed Jamie, who found himself surprised, and instantly attempting to get in place.

I took my time. Looking down, I saw two beautiful holes winking back. Not six inches apart.

Perfectly hairless rosebuds, one atop the other. I instantly generated steel. I needed to be in them.

Being on top, Jamie’s junk fell across Josh’s right arse cheek. The curve of his six-inch, semi rigid meat, almost matching the arc of Josh’s half-moon. It was beautiful.

I stepped up, and pressed myself to Jamie’s hole. My lubed entry was silky smooth. I drove in, enjoying my return to heaven. I fucked, making an effort to fire his prostrate.

When I pulled back for a break, his dick was rock hard, pointing down across the arse below him, and leaking a stream of pre-cum.

I pulled out.

I took his cock and began working its length. Initially confused by this unprecedented occurrence, he didn’t know how to respond. I placed a hand to the center of his back, holding him in place and jerking him off with slow deliberate strokes. I was driving him mad.

I detected he was getting close, he was fidgeting as his cock head responded to my hand. When his breath shortened, I knew I had him.

He grunted and emptied his balls. I directed his entire load to the top rim of Josh’s bud.

“Perfect lube,” I declared, as I placed my dick to the lower hole.

My cock coated in boy juice, I pushed into Josh and fucked all natural.

I was blowing my own mind!

Eight minutes later, I sensed I was at stimulation maximum. I was on the verge of unloading.

I pulled out and rammed myself back into Jamie.

Back and forth I pounded. First one, then the other. It was amazing!

As I felt myself release; I held my meat at Jamie’s entrance. I coated his hole. Then watched as my seed dripped to Josh's crack