Joe discovers what he really needs

Just after eight, Joe was awoken by the sound of steel poles and wooden boards being pulled off flatbed trucks outside, accompanied by loud voices. Fuck, he thought, no lie-in for me today. It was a Friday morning, but Joe had taken the day off work, to sort out some stuff at home and visit his mother for lunch.

The work had started ten days ago. The block of flats was having its windows refurbished, according to the letter Joe had received from the council a couple of months previously. The scaffolders were a noisy, rough bunch, but this didn’t affect Joe as he was usually leaving for work shortly after they arrived, and they were gone by the time he got home. Their presence had its upside too: they were usually standing around outside as he left each morning, chatting to each other or on their mobile phones. They were all dressed in hi-vis gear – vests, trousers or shorts, with hard hats and safety boots. They may have been a bit rough, but some of them were certainly horny and fuckable, and Joe enjoyed checking them out as he left.

The previous day, as he did so, he didn’t notice Carter standing outside his garage doing the same thing before the mechanic shouted out his name. Joe crossed the road and Carter greeted him.

“Down, boy! See anything you fancy?”

“Maybe, for a rough fuck, but they’re probably all straight.” Joe replied.

“Nah, mate, a couple of them were definitely checking me out yesterday.”

“In your dreams, Carter! Bet you really get off on those dirty boots! Gotta go or I’ll miss my bus.”

“See ya, mate.” Carter called out as Joe headed down the road. Joe had hooked up with Carter a few more times over recent weeks and always enjoyed the sex. He had also gotten into Carter's boot and sneaker fetish: he and the mechanic always kept their footwear on while having sex, even if they were otherwise naked. It might be bit of a porn movie cliché, thought Joe, but who cares?

ooOoo

Joe pulled on a T-shirt and shorts and went into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He returned to the living room and looked out the window. The scaffolding lifts had reached the level of his window sill and he could see the scaffolders moving back and forth immediately above him. He had a nice view of their bodies from the waist down, checking out their crotches, arses, legs and boots.

Reluctantly, Joe turned away from the window and busied himself in the flat, doing some laundry and other chores. By late morning, he was all done. He gave himself a zero-crop with his electric clippers, shaved and got dressed to go to his mother’s. He put on a red T-shirt, black skinny jeans and white Adidas classic basketball sneakers with red stripes.

As Joe left, he couldn’t help checking out the scaffolders again. One of them made eye contact with him, grinned and seemed to wink. Joe smiled back, but couldn’t hang around as his mother was a stickler for punctuality.

Joe was looking forward to lunch and her company. Jean was a good cook, and was devoted to her son, an only child. Joe's father had been killed in a car accident when he was just three years old, so he barely remembered him. Jean never remarried, instead giving Joe the very best upbringing she could manage on her own. She was very protective of her son, especially after he came out to her.

Jean had really liked Lee, who had been Joe's partner for three years before their break-up. All she wanted was to see Joe settled in a relationship with a “nice boy”. Joe knew he would be interrogated as to whether he had found one yet to replace his former partner. He also knew that she would again tell him off for his cropped hair, which she thought made him look a bit thuggish: “You’ll never meet a nice boy looking like a yob.” she had told him. If only she knew what he had been up to since being single again, thought Joe, grinning to himself.

Lunch was very enjoyable and Joe ate his fill. They chatted easily about this and that, Joe deftly batting away any awkward questions. He departed around three, promising not to leave it so long before seeing his mother next time.

As Joe walked down the high street to the bus stop, he passed an army surplus store. Inside, he found a rack of used black combat boots. He found a pair in his size, 11½, took off his trainers and pulled the boots on, tucking the legs of his jeans down inside them. He laced the boots up and stood up to see how they looked and felt.

Joe liked what he saw. He imagined Carter kneeling in front of him, shooting his load all over the boots, then licking them clean before sucking Joe off. Joe threw his trainers into his rucksack, paid for the boots and wore them home.

On the bus, he put his feet up on the seat opposite him and took a photo of his legs in the boots. He texted the photo to Carter. A four-word reply came back almost instantly, which made him laugh out loud:

“Woof! Fuck me!.. (please!)”

Joe got back home around four and paused outside the garage. Jason the apprentice went to college on Fridays so Carter would be on his own. Maybe he could be tempted to close up early for a horny fuck? Joe was just about to go in when a customer arrived. Fuck, missed my chance, he thought.

He turned around to find the scaffolder who had winked at him earlier leaning against the side of one of the trucks, grinning at him.

“You checking out the horny mechanic, mate?”

“Nah, already been there, had that.” Joe replied cheekily, making the scaffolder laugh out loud.

“Nice boots, mate, you weren’t wearing those when I clocked you earlier. Very fuckable!”

Another of Carter’s boot fetish tribe, Joe, thought, and just grinned. The scaffolder was about 5'9” tall, late 20's with a lean, muscular build. He was wearing a hard hat, dirty orange hi-vis vest and shorts, and dirty black work boots. His arms and legs were heavily tattooed.

“What flat are you in?” the scaffolder asked.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Thought me and my mate might help you break in those boots when we clock off.”

“Who’s your mate, then?”

The scaffolder pointed to another guy, taller, probably early 30s, who was climbing up a ladder on the scaffold.

Fuck it, thought Joe, why not?

“403.”

“See you later then.” said the scaffolder, winking.

Joe went up to his flat. Fuck, he thought, I’ve just invited two strangers into my flat. Thinking with my cock, as usual. I must be mad! He began to unlace his boots, then changed his mind: better not disappoint my visitors, he thought.

Joe heard the scaffolding trucks loading up and leaving just after five. Twenty minutes passed and nobody came to his door. Fuck, Joe thought, he was just being a prick-tease.

The bell rang. Joe answered the door to see the two scaffolders standing outside, one carrying a six-pack of lager. The older, taller guy had a shaved head and stubble on his face. He was good looking, but not the sort of guy you would want to cross.

“I’m Danny and this is Dave.” said the younger guy. “Sorry we’re a bit late. We went for a pint first. We don’t want our workmates knowing what we get up to on the job. They already take the piss out of us enough, every time a hot looking guy walks by.”

“No worries. I'm Joe. Come in.”

The three men went into the living room. Danny handed round some cans, and they sat down drinking and making small talk. Dave and Joe sat on the sofa, Danny on the armchair opposite. Dave and Danny were a couple, but regularly played away together. Danny was a joker, and Dave was nothing as scary as he looked: he actually seemed a bit shy.

At least he did until he turned to face Joe, put his hand behind Joe's head, pulled him in and began kissing him. At the same time Danny jumped out of the armchair and knelt before both men. He unzipped Joe's jeans and Dave’s hi-vis trousers, pulled out their cocks and began to suck and wank them off.

Joe guessed this was not the first time Dave and Danny had pulled this move, but he was happy to play. Dave pulled off Joe’s T-shirt and his own hi-vis vest and began to caress Joe’s torso. He worked his way down and took Joe’s hard cock in his mouth, sucking him off while Danny did the same to him.

After a while, Danny stood up and pulled off his shorts and briefs. Still wearing his hi-vis vest and boots, he knelt on the armchair, his chin resting on the top of the backrest.

“He wants you to fuck him.” said Dave, grinning.

Joe stood up from the armchair and knelt behind Danny. He spat into his hole and began to lick it out, probing it with his tongue. Dave, meanwhile, walked around to the back of the armchair and began fucking Danny's mouth.

Joe probed Danny's hole with his fingers, opening it up to receive his hard cock. He stopped briefly to fetch some lube from the bedroom and poppers from the fridge, offering the poppers to the scaffolders. Joe stood behind Danny, lubed up his cock and Danny’s hole, then eased his cock all the way in. He pumped the young scaffolder hard while Dave was fucking his mouth.

Joe and Dave spit-roasted Danny for a good while, then Dave said, “Now my turn.”

Both men pulled out and rolled Danny onto his back on the floor. Dave knelt down, held Danny's boots and spread his legs apart, easing his cock into Danny's sloppy hole. Joe stood over Danny's chest facing Dave, who took Joe’s cock in his mouth.

Beneath them, Danny started wanking himself off. After some minutes, he groaned loudly as he shot his load all over his chest and face. Dave then pulled out of Danny’s hole and shot his load all over him. This soon brought Joe to a climax and he came in Dave’s mouth. The load of cum ran down Dave’s face, and Joe began licking and kissing him, sharing Joe’s cum between them.

The three men slumped in the sofa, the two scaffolders sweating and sticky with cum. Joe fetched them some towels from the bathroom to clean themselves off. He offered them the use of the shower, but they declined:

“Nah, thanks mate, we love the smell of cum, piss and sweat on our bodies.” explained Danny. “We sometimes fuck up on the scaffolding at lunch time when no one is around. That’s why our hi-vis kit is so stained, just how we like it.”

The three men each drank a second can of beer before Dave and Danny headed off. As they left, Dave turned to Joe and said,

“Don’t forget to lock your windows, mate. With the scaffold up, anyone could break in in the dead of night while you’re asleep and fuck you up the arse!”

“Is that a warning, or a date?” Joe replied.

“We’ll see.” said Dave, winking.