I could hardly believe it was happening. Here he was standing in front of me unbuttoning the front of his blue overalls, slowly revealing the carpet of curly ginger hair that covered his well defined chest and hard, flat stomach. Not half an hour ago he had been out in the street, crouched in front of the telecom junction box intent on the mess of wires and circuits within. His casual glance up as I walked past had caught me out in a pretty obvious bit of voyeurism, the smile he flashed totally unexpected and absolutely disarming. And now he was here in my bedroom, undressing himself in a lazy unconcerned manner as I lay in front of him naked, my legs wide apart displaying my butt to his rapt gaze.
Of course, he’d watched me as I went past him and disappeared into my house just a few doors up from where he was working. From the moment the bell had rung and I found him on the doorstep, unconvincingly asking for a drink of water, to finding myself stripped and exposed as he began his tantalisingly slow disrobing had been the matter of a few minutes. Naturally I’d let him in. The smile that had so surprised me was still there all over his handsome freckled face. And it was hot outside. But he wasn’t looking for a glass of water, something he made perfectly clear as soon as I shut the front door behind him and we were enclosed in the cool dark privacy of the house.
“Let’s go into your bedroom and get you naked” he said, quite matter-of-factly and all the more arousing for it.
“Sounds like a great idea” I replied, hooking into his easygoing style as I led him down the corridor and into my somewhat chaotic bedroom. He laughed as he looked around at the mess of clothing that lay over the chairs and half covered the floor.
“This makes my place look neat” he observed, bending down to scoop up a pair of discarded Y-fronts that he held out in front of him, grinning impishly as he looked over at me with an expression that promised so much.
As we stood there facing each other, unsure of the next step, he ran his large hands over his swelling groin, his hardening dick clearly pushing against the thick material of his overalls. I was reminded of the cliched moves of a porn movie actor and the sardonic look on his face told me that the effect was not unintentional.
“Why don’t you take off those clothes and give me something to look at?” he asked, establishing his preference for controlling the pace and flavour of the encounter. His sense of dominance, sure but non-threatening, added a frisson to what was already a heady situation. I pulled my t-shirt over my head as I kicked off my sand shoes, falling in with his desire to lead, and more than willing to follow his directives.
He maintained the space between us as his eyes ran over my chest, seemingly devouring every muscle and hair and nipple and bead of sweat that remained from the heat outside. Pulling off my white sport socks I was down to my gym shorts, my excitement noticeable through the soft grey material.
“Turn around” he requested, his hand still moving over his enclosed package. Doing as he asked he moved in closer and pulled down the back of my shorts.
I felt his hands move lightly over my butt-cheeks, gently brushing the dark fur that covered them, his fingertips daring to stray ever so tentatively down in between them to tangle in the thicker hair that lay within. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as a finger brushed over the hairless ring of my arsehole, a volt of pleasure coursing up through my body with the thrill of such intimate contact.
“You like that, huh?” he said, reading the pleasure of my response. “So do I”. Again his fingers worked through the hair and found the smooth responsive ring, this time softly massaging the tight muscle, coaxing relaxation from it.
As his right hand continued to probe my hole his left moved lightly over my chest, his fingers kneading the hardening brown discs of my nipples, squeezing them just enough to elicit another groan of pleasure from me as I felt my still enclosed cock struggle against the constricting fabric of my shorts. As if he too felt the tug of my dick’s desire he slid his hand down my stomach and grasped my hard rod through the material, his breath hot in my ear as he leant in closer and I felt his tongue slide over my ear and his teeth gently nibble on the fleshy lobe.
“Let’s see what you’ve got in there” he whispered as his hand disappeared into my shorts. I felt his strong fingers encircle my penis, felt the slipperiness of my pre-cum as he spread the juice around my shaft. His dexterous fingers explored my cock with a facility I had never before experienced. It was as if he was learning all he needed to know through the touch of skin on skin. He had my slippery foreskin between his fingers now, squeezing and massaging it, running his fingertips under it before pulling it right back to expose the sensitive head.
“Uncut cock, I love it” he breathed. His hands took hold of my shorts and pulled them down. They dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them, standing naked and aroused before him.
“Turn around and bend over for me” he said, his tone both commanding and pleading. I smiled, all too willing to do as he asked. I knelt on the bed doggy-style, my knees on the edge and my legs wide apart, understanding the view he desired. He moaned appreciatively as I felt him come up close behind me, unsure of what to expect next.
The shock of pleasure that rushed through my system as I felt his tongue flicking the rim of my arsehole was almost enough to send me over the edge. He was crouched down behind me, his face buried between my buttocks, his hands parting my cheeks to more fully reveal the glistening hairless ring. His tongue played lightly over the taut muscle for a few seconds before he began to probe more earnestly into the expectant hole. He pushed his face in harder between my cheeks, licking, probing, chewing on the arse-rim, sucking my butt hair into his mouth, biting the firm mounds of my buttocks, seemingly intoxicated by the landscape of my most intimate regions. And all the time I pushed back against his face, desperate to help him devour as much of my flesh as possible, to swallow him between my cheeks, to engulf him in my sensation drenched arsehole. I had my stiff cock in my hand but didn’t dare to even pull back the foreskin, fearing that I’d come and break the spell too soon.
Once again his actions seemed to mirror my thoughts. As if knowing that he was bringing me too near to completion he backed off, standing up and stepping back to survey my ravished butt, his face glistening with saliva and sweat which he casually wiped away with the palm of his hand.
“Roll over and spread your legs” came his next command. I gratefully obeyed, my hand still around my dick as if protecting it from too much pleasure. I watched him watching me, the intensity of his gaze as arousing as a hand pulling on my cock. I spread my legs and raised my hips, aware of his fixation on my arsehole, enjoying the desire I felt flowing from him.
I could feel my balls hanging heavy between my legs, partially shielding my hole from his stare, tantalising him as they impeded his view. I reached down and cupped them in my hand, massaging them in my fingers, pleased with their heavy, meaty weight. Releasing them I moved my hand further down until the tip of my forefinger felt the warm smoothness of my ring. It was still wet from the rimming he’d given me and I used the moistness to slide my finger part way inside. I moaned theatrically and looked up to see him slowly unbuttoning his overalls, the look on his face enough to tell me that I was making all the right moves. I slid my finger in deeper, enjoying the sensations being released.
His overalls were now open to the top of his pubic hair, which showed thick and dark between the flaps. He wasn’t wearing any underwear which only added to my excitement, sending a thrill of expectancy through my over-stimulated frame. The hardness of his cock was pushing against the thick material and I watched eagerly, expecting the engorged head to appear at any moment between the open folds. Before it could he sent his right hand inside his pants and took hold of his invisible rod, the movement of his hand as he began to pull on his dick obvious through the blue denim. All the while his eyes never left my arsehole, my finger slowly sliding in and out, stretching the rim and massaging the warm tunnel within whilst my other hand tenderly worked my foreskin back and forth over my bulbous cock head.
The look in his eyes told me that there was no going back from the path we were on. Fully caught up in the thrill of display and the exquisite pleasure of his coy reticence I tempted him further by stretching my hole with a second finger, my now relaxed anus welcoming the additional pleasure. His hand inside his pants was moving faster now, his breathing quick and heavy between his slightly parted lips. I was pulling more urgently on my own cock having peeled back the foreskin to massage the head directly using the pre-cum oozing from its tip. The air between us was electric with the realisation that we were both beyond the point of no return.
“I’m there” he gasped as his body convulsed with the hidden release of his ejaculation, his hand continuing to pump his cock, his eyes closed with the painful pleasure of his coming. A damp stain spread across the dark fabric as his jerking slowly subsided and his breath came in great heaves from deep within. I couldn’t hold on any longer. A thick white stream of semen shot from my dick, covering my neck and chest. My hand continued to massage my jerking rod as the hot juice kept on coming. Slowly the spasms abated, my fingers moving ever more gently over the sensitive head. I pulled the foreskin back over the tip and coaxed a few more globules of juice from the slit before finally coming to rest, exhausted by the intensity of the release.
“Oh man” he gasped, looking down at the thick trail of sperm spread across my chest and stomach, “you really know how to cum.” We both laughed.
“Yeah, I’ve never really had any problems” I responded as I released my softening dick and gently withdrew my fingers from the moist tunnel of my arsehole. “You seem to have made a bit of a mess yourself” I drawled, drawing attention to the large wet patch on the front of his pants.
He grinned sheepishly. “Don’t worry, overalls are supposed to be filthy.”
Bending down he picked up the pair of y-fronts he had fondled when we first came into the room.
Reaching back into his pants he pulled out his cock, soft now but still thick and large in the sexy way of post-tumescent dicks. I whistled at the handsomeness of it as he used my undies to wipe away the thick cream that covered the entire shaft and was spread all over his fingers and hand. He reached back into his pants and cleaned off the patch where most of his juice had landed before tossing them onto the bed beside me. I remained where I was as he did up the buttons on his overalls and got ready to leave.
“Thanks mate, that was great,” he said, the smile on his handsome face confirming the reality of his pleasure. Stepping up to the bed he leant over and kissed me lightly on the lips, his right hand playfully tweaking my nipple before he stepped back and turned to leave. “Don’t get up, I want to remember you just as you are” he stated, turning at the bedroom door to look at me one last time before heading down the hallway and letting himself out through the front door.
I did as he said as I listened to his heavy footfall receding down the passage. I remained motionless for a few minutes after the sound of the door closing had reverberated through the now still house. Already he was beginning to seem like some distant dream, the unexpected encounter taking on a sense of unreality. Looking down at the cum lying across my chest I noticed the discarded underpants on the bed beside me. I picked them up and felt the wetness of his juice in their folds. Raising them to my face I was overcome by the thick musk of his smell mixed with the familiar scent of my own body. I inhaled deeply, the pungent odour of his semen enticing my cock back to life. Thick wads of his sperm were caught in the wet cotton fabric and I smiled at myself as I wrapped it around my hardening shaft and felt the slippery material reignite desire.
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