On the Roof

It was a hot day, and I was out doing my laps in the pool when the roofers arrived. They had started the previous afternoon, just diddling around and getting their supplies where they wanted them. The older of the two was a well-turned-out, chiseled-featured, and solidly built dude, probably in his early forties, with prematurely graying dark hair. He looked like he’d taken real good care of himself, most likely from a good many roofing jobs. He also looked like he’d take good care of anyone who messed with him—or who he wanted to mess with.

It was the younger guy who had caught my eye, though: blond, tanned, and lithe, but with good muscle tone and an easy-going brilliant, blue-eyed smile. All and all, however, I hadn’t given either of them much thought. I needed to work on my own tan to be ready for the premiere of my latest action-adventure film.

I was alone when I started my laps, but I had heard a noise over by the house and had looked up when doing a turn at the far side of the pool, to be startled by seeing the two men there at the house end of the water. The older guy had his eyes glued on me doing my laps. He had stripped off his shirt and was wearing loose-fitting painter’s pants that dipped well below his navel. I had been right in thinking he was a solid, well-built dude; heavily and very nicely muscled, with good abs that hadn’t started going to a beer belly yet. He brought to mind those chiseled Roman metal breastplates that were favorites of movie costume designers—offering torsos to die for.

But what I saw beyond him took my breath away. The younger, blond guy was standing more over toward the house, not looking toward me, and was just then stripping off his tank top, to reveal a deeply tanned, well-developed chest that tapered down to a thin waist. He was wearing short shorts and big cloggy hiking boots. He had an equipment belt tied around his waist that pulled the top of his shorts down to nearly an exhibitionist level. He twisted his torso around, while he was gathering his long, blond hair at the back and tied it into a pony tail.

I rose up out of the water and waved hospitably in their direction before resuming my laps. The older dude grinned and waved back, and the younger man just acknowledged my gesture with a tilt of his head and a shy smile before he started up the ladder to the lower part of the house roof.

Sometime later, while I was laying out on the chaise to dry and add to my tan, I sensed something blocking out the sun and opened my eyes. Standing over me was Ricky, my agent and occasional lover.

“Just checking in, Steve,” he said, as he sat down and laid a hand on my upper thigh. I didn’t flinch. Ricky had leave to lay his hand on more than that. “Have you had time to read the Hersey script I sent over yet?”

“No, not yet,” I answered. I unbuttoned two buttons down low on his shirt and snaked my hand in to run up his abs onto his chest and tweak one of his nipples. Ricky’s hand traveled on up my thigh and covered my basket over my swimming briefs. He leaned down and gave me a light kiss on the mouth.

“You’re lookin’ good,” he said, “and so inviting. You’ll be in great form to show off well in the movie. Unfortunately, I’ve gotta’ run; lots to do today.” Despite this, he pulled my trunks down to free my dick and leaned down, pushed the foreskin off the glans with his lips, and gave me a sucking kiss on my cock before covering me up again and rising.

“Ciao, baby. Gotta go. But you can bet I’ll be back later.”

I hadn’t even thought about the guys working on the roof, but obviously they had seen my encounter with Rick. Very soon afterward, I found I was being blocked by the sun again. When I opened my eyes this time, there stood the older dude. He was standing there with a somewhat sloppy grin on his face, his fingers notched on either side of his pants tops bring them down to within a fraction of an inch above where his cock was rooted. As it was, he was showing a good deal of skin and pubic hair.

“Me and my helper have a bet going. Aren’t you the movie star, Steve Remington?”

“In the flesh,” I answered, with my signature smile. “Have you seen my movies.”

“Your earlier ones, before Hollywood,” he said.

Was that a smirk he was showing? The movies I’d done before coming to Hollywood were gay porn. Before I could say anything, though, he continued, back to business.

“Excuse me, Mr. Remington, but there’s something I think you need to see up on the roof before we do any more work.”

“Yes, sure, I’ll come up and have a look,” I answered. I rose up off the chaise and took a towel and started toweling myself off as we crossed to the ladder. The older dude motioned me to go up first, which I did, with him following close behind, but my foot slipped when I was about two thirds of the way up. Before I could go off balance, though, two strong hands were there to support me. One caught me on the left thigh, just above the back of the knee, while the one on the right caught me right in the crotch, and I felt a thick finger slide up under my swim trunks and touch the base of my cock, under my balls. We hung there for a long moment, before I managed to say, “I’ve got my footing now, thanks. I can go on up.”

I wasn’t a bit fooled, though. I’d been in a very similar scenario in one of my porn films. I’d gotten royally fucked in that film.

When I got to the top of the roof, I asked which direction I should go, and the older dude directed me up toward the peak of the lower roof over a section of the house screened from the street by the two-story main house. I could see the younger dude’s upper body and I headed over that way. He was standing or kneeling beyond the peak of the roof. His smile was still a little shy, but this time I could see that he was checking me out, probably wondering where he’d seen me before and not realizing that it had been on a movie screen, where I did strip down to the waist in every movie to give the voyeurs a buzz but where I usually was more fully clothed than now. I could still feel the older dude right behind me, one beefy hand on my hip to help steady my progress.

When I got to the peak of the roof, I gasped and just stood there agog. The young dude had stripped off his shorts, although he still had his tool belt on, and he was encasing his long, thin cock with one hand. As I watched, he reached up with the other hand and undid his ponytail and shook out his long blond hair around his shoulders. He was still looking a little apprehensive, but managed to stumble his question out.

“We . . . we have a slight problem, Sir. It’s hard working up here when we are all tensed up. And . . . well . . . me and Jake are pretty tensed up this morning. Do you think you would help us with that, Sir, so we’re not quite so . . . tensed up?”

I turned my head and looked at the older guy, whose name apparently was Jake.

“We’ve been talkin’ about your movies—your earlier movies,” Jake said. “You played guys in those movies who didn’t waste any time getting down to it, and we was thinkin’ . . .”

“Oh, I might be able to help, I said,” with a little laugh, turning back to the younger guy. “I must admit I’m getting a little tensed up this morning myself.”

“We sort of noticed that,” the dude behind me said in a low voice. “We saw you and your visitor and thought maybe you’d gotten a little tensed up, like us, and could use some relief.”

“What sort of relief were you thinking about,” I asked, directly my question at the young man.

“Well, Sir,” he mumbled, as he moved closer to me, near the peak of the roof, “I sorta like to be bottom when I’m with a real hunk. And you, you, Sir, are a real hunk. I couldn’t help but wondering if I hadn’t seen you before somewhere, and Jake here clued me in.”

“Here, do you like to do this yourself?” I asked, as I reached over and wrapped a hand around the hand he, in turn, was wrapping around his dick.

“No, no,” he answered, “Not especially.”

“Well, then, let me work on your tension here a bit,” I said, as he dropped his hand and I took over the squeezing and stroking duty. My other hand went to cuddling his balls, and he leaned in closer to me.

“As far as having seen me, did you go see the movie Thunder from the Mountain?”

The light bulb went on over the young man’s head and his eyes filled with adoration. “Oh man, that’s you.”

“Yes, that’s me, the man of action,” I said, as I leaned over and put my lips on his. His lips opened to a sweet kiss, and he took my head in his hands.

Meanwhile, Jake had come up real close behind me on the roof, and I now felt his hands come around me and encase my chest, where he ran his fingers through my chest hair and played with my nipples. He began nibbling the back and sides of my neck. One of his hands slowly ran down my chest, along my belly, under the rim of my swimming briefs, and explored my engorging dick and balls.

“In your early movies, you’re usually fucked by a guy older than you,” he whispered in my ear. “Built solid—muscular; not a pretty boy like you. Horse hung. A little rough and mean. You always seemed to be liking it . . . a lot. All of those things Iike me.”

I wanted Jake to do me—to screw me right there and then. But the younger dude was begging for attention.

“Do me. Do me, now, please . . . ,” the young dude whispered, and he turned around, laid my towel across the peak of the rook, and lowered himself on the towel so that his hips jutted up from the peak and his legs ran down between my feet. As he went down, he took a small tube of salve from his equipment pack.

“Here, use this. And, please . . . hurry. I want you in me.”

As he was saying this, Jake was working my swimming briefs down my legs. When he got them down to the ankles, I stepped out of them. At the same time, I spread the young man’s legs apart so that I now stood between his legs. He went up on his knees, thrusting his butt up in the air. With one hand, I lathered up his asshole with the salve, and I slid the other hand through his legs and cupped his rod and balls. His asshole puckered up with my attention and the hole slackened considerable. He obviously had done this before. After rimming him a bit with my fingers, I slid a couple of fingers in his ass to open him up, but it became obvious that he didn’t need much loosening up. He was giving little moans of pleasure at my attention and was murmuring “Take me, fuck me. Jam it up there. Now, please.”

“You know the movies I really liked you in?” Jake was murmuring in my ear. He didn’t wait for me to respond. “The ones where you were doing a guy and the older guy covered you from behind and did you.”

I moaned, and Jake laughed, his big, calloused hands holding me close to him from behind.

I was pretty hard now, thanks to Jake’s continued attentions. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to get the proper leverage, however, until Jake pulled two wrapped stacks of tiles over from either side, so that I’d have something to rest my knees on that gave me some height. I went down on the packs and found that my dong was at a good angle against the young man’s butt. With one hand, I squeezed and pulled his left butt cheek away so that I got a good view of his puckered asshole. With my right hand, I guided my cock to his hole. He shuddered and whispered, “Yes, yes, yes,” as I inserted my dong in his hole up to the rim of the glans. And he whimpered when I rotated the head of my dick around in his hole right at the surface a few times and then pushed in another inch or two, only to draw back and rotate the dick head again. “Gawd, all of it. It’s got to be longer than that,” he whimpered. “I want to be stuffed.”

“Then stuffed you shall be, My Pretty,” I said, as I plunged the full eight inches up to my root.

“Gawd! Oh, gawd, yes,” he yelled in triumph, as he brought his torso up and wrapped his arms back and around my head. He brought my lips to his and pushed in with his tongue. I grabbed his left nipple with my left hand and snaked my right hand down in front of him to squeeze his dick. He came in two explosive squirts that spurted out over the roof. I continued pumping him deep, and he rotated his hips in rhythm with my thrusts and parries.

Meanwhile, in back of me, when Jake had pulled my swimming briefs down to and off my ankles, he remained down there. He had both hands on my butt cheeks and was squeezing and separating them. His mouth had found my asshole and he was giving me a royal rimming and tonguing in there. I could feel myself moistening and opening. It wasn’t long until he had a finger and then two fingers and, finally, three fingers in my ass. His tongue replaced the fingers. And then, as I was exploding inside the young dude and collapsing across him at the peak of the roof, my own ass went up in the air and met something a whole lot larger than Jake’s fingers or tongue.

Solidly built covered a lot more than Jake’s physic. His dick head was so big around that all I could think of at the moment was one of those huge sausages they hang in a meat market. The first couple of inches were the toughest, but when he was in and past the prostate gland, pain turned to pleasure and I moaned my delight while he pumped me until he had cum.

Rising up from the heap of roofers, I pulled my Speedo back on and headed for the ladder.

“So, do you think you released enough tension to finish this job today?” I asked before I descended.

Both of the roofers sat up and grinned back at me. “Sure thing, Action Man, the job should go real fast now.”

“That’s good,” I responded. “Because I’ve heard it’s going to rain later today or tomorrow.”

With that, I climbed down the ladder, walked briskly to the side of the pool, and dove in for twenty more laps. I returned to the nice, wide chaise lounge nearly exhausted but invigorated and mind racing. I had initially been attracted to the younger roofer, but had I really given the older one, Jake, his due? I regretted now that I hadn’t even focused on his package while we were up on the roof, which a strange thing to have to admit, since he’d had his cock a good distance up my anal track already. What I’d been able to feel inside me and been all man, and he did have those rugged looks of one who had always been in command and well cut. That graying hair only made him more distinguished and attractive to me.

* * * *

While I was thinking of Jake’s package, Jake himself climbed back down the ladder and took a swig from a canteen he’d placed near a pile of roofing supplies. He looked at my apprehensively, as if maybe he’d gone too far with me up on the roof and I’d get him fired or something. I put him out of his potential misery and called him over.

“You look hot and tired, Jake,” I said. “Why don’t you take a breather and do a few laps in the pool? That’s sure to cool you off and relieve those aching muscles.” And quite nice muscles too, I thought to myself.

“No swimming suit,” he said, as he greedily eyed the pool.

“No problem,” I said. “No one can see the pool, and it’s not like we hadn’t gotten acquainted yet.”

“Yep,” he responded, with a wink. “And a very nice acquaintance it was.” He relaxed and took on a cocky stance. I liked the look of cockiness on him.

“So, go ahead and jump in,” I said. “When you’re cooled off, you can stretch out on the side of the pool over there, and maybe I’ll massage some of those tight muscles for you. That should make the rest of the roofing go a lot faster.”

Jake didn’t need another invitation to do just that. He stripped off his pants, and I got the first good look at his basket. I marveled that I had been able to take that rod in. It didn’t look so long tumescent, but I’d gotten some idea of the extraordinary length when engorged while he was doing me. What was so shocking, however, was how fat it was. The image of a sausage hanging in a meat store window proved to be quite apt. Some would consider that gross—but not guys into being done by a thick one, I didn’t think. Beyond that, he had one of those solid, Latin figures that were thickish but could not be called fat. And the muscles that he worked with—in addition to his prick, of course, which I’m sure got a good workout—were bulgy and sharply defined. He probably could have held his own in a Mr. Universe contest.

Jake dove neatly into the pool, with less splash than one would suppose from a man as solidly put together as he was. He did a few laps and then pulled himself up out of the pool with the strength of his arms at the three and a half-foot depth end and stretched out on the pavement on his belly. His arm dangled down into the water and he gave me a languid look that said he might just drift off to napping.

We couldn’t have that, though—at least not yet. I stood, briskly strode to the side of the pool, dove in, and surfaced beside him. I then began to expertly massage his back, neck, arm, leg, butt muscles, which caused him to give little groans of appreciation. Yes, I now could see that I had been wrong to give most of my attention to the younger roofer when they had arrived. I slapped his butt.

“Turn over sport, and let me at some of those other muscles.”

He turned over, as I directed, and I could see he had a half erection already—and that, indeed, he picked up considerable length when he was engorged. I started at his head, massaging his temples, scalp, and the muscles at the side of neck until he started to sigh with pleasure.

“See,” I said, “there are more ways than one to release tension.”

“You do it your way, and I’ll do it my way,” he murmured with his eyes closed.

My hands went to his chest muscles and I began to knead those. Down his rib cage on both sides, and he flinched when I got to his waist.

“Oh, a little ticklish, are we?”

“Not that you’d noticed,” was the quiet reply. I returned to working his chest with my left hand, but the right one went to his lower belly and fanned down to and partially through his pubic hair. His body tensed up, and his dick started to rise toward the vertical. I left his torso then and moved down to his feet. I rubbed his feet individually and popped the joints in each toe. Then, with both hands, I slowly worked my way up his legs. Near his upper thighs, I turned my hands inward and gently pressured his legs apart. He moved his legs easily, but his dick responded by standing up straight, and he lifted his head and looked down the length of his body, anticipating that the massage was about to become even more interesting.

That’s when I produced my own version of the little tube of salve. I rubbed a big dab in my hands, and moved back to his torso, where I quickly and fully rubbed him down from neck to lower belly. His body was giving little shudders now whenever I ran across his nipples or went anywhere below his navel. Returning to his feet, I rubbed them down with the salve and then quickly worked my way back up his legs. I lifted his left leg and gave his thigh muscles a good rubbing. Putting that down, I lifted his right leg and repeated the process, moving from knee to the very top of his leg. But this time, rather than putting his leg down, I draped it over my left shoulder and held it there with my left hand, while my right hand, recharged with another big glop of salve went right in for the kill. I ran my fingers right into the rim of his asshole and deposited a large amount of salve there. Jake flinched and started to rise, but my well-salved hand went directly to and wrapped around his rod.

“No, just lay back,” I said. “I think there are a couple of muscles down here that need some special attention.”

“Just so you know, I’m a top. I’ve never had a guy—”

“Until now,” I said. “I’m not so sure roofers are supposed to be as familiar with the customers as you’ve been.” I put a possessive hand on his lower belly. He got the velvet-gloved threat.

Jake groaned, but he did as ordered, throwing one arm over his face and clutching at the side of the pool with the other one.

I wasn’t the least bit coy. I changed hands and began to slowly, but aggressively beat his dick off in my well-greased left hand. I would pump it a good four or five times and then move to the head, pulling the foreskin completely off the glans, rimming the glans with salve-covered fingers and then going for the piss slit, forcing it open and rubbing as far into the slit as possible with a finger. Jake began to writhe slightly, to work his hips with my pumping motion, and to moan in ecstasy and murmur terms of pleasure and endearment. He twisted his torso and clutched at me with his right hand and managed alternately to get somewhere close to a nipple, a butt check, or my cock. I did not let that distract me, though. I made quite clear that the hand job was going to continue unabated until he played fountain for me. To help that along, my right hand now was working his balls and his asshole. I rimmed him several times with a forefinger and then fanned my hand up behind and around his balls, pushing them up and away from his body in the process, and lodged my thumb firmly at the entrance to his ass. Around and around the rim it went and then in all the way to the knuckle, pushing a big dab of salve in with it. Jake tensed and I responded by finding his prostate with a deep-penetrating finger and firmly applying pressure.

“Gawd,” he groaned. “No, no . . . oh, yes, yes.”

I withdrew my hand and wrapped it around his balls and pulled them up and away his body and held them there.

“Oh, oh, oh,” was his reply, as he pinched my nipple hard.

I dropped the balls and went into his asshole with my middle finger, once again finding the prostate. Jake twisted my nipple and brought his left foot up and bent his left leg out, giving greater opening for his ass. In went the index finger, followed not long after by a third finger. I pulled the three fingers apart, stretching his ass canal. His right hand fluttered down to my cock and he encased that and applied pressure. I answered by withdrawing my fingers and pushing in two knuckles and then three. I hadn’t gotten to more of the fist when his rod erupted in three quite showy spasms.

That was my cue. His torso was contorted toward the right now, but I took the right leg that I had draped over my shoulder earlier and spun his body around so that his butt faced me and the pool. Grabbing both of his legs and pushing them up and out, I moved straight into his now-gaping asshole with my now-very-erect cock. Right up to the entrance and the head of my cock lodged just inside the rim.

“Yes, yes, now,” Jake screamed to the heavens, as he threw his head back and grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled them outward. And I did just that. I plunged in one long slide right up to my root and began a mix of long and short thrusts and withdrawals, never quite exiting, but coming close and then plunging back in up to the root. I dropped Jake’s left leg, which he thrust out toward the left, his heel digging into the lip of the pool. I withdrew half way and took my cock in my hand and rotated it around in his hole.

Jake groaned and started to pant. I moved the head of my cock out until I could feel it against his prostate and, again, rotated it around to increase the friction. Jake moaned even louder. I took my hand away and gave him three deep thrusts, at the end of which I pulled out altogether. I ran my cock up behind his balls and gave him a few cock strokes up the underside of his rod, which had started to engorge once more. Back down to his hole and seven or eight more deep slides and nearly full withdrawals and then a couple of minutes of short, quick pumping action. Out into daylight the cock appeared again. I draped his right leg back over my shoulder, and now, both hands free, I slid my cock back under his and wrapped my right hand as best I could around both engorged rods and set my left hand to working on his balls again.

His big right mitt joined mine in encasing both our cocks, and his left hand went to behind my neck, as he raised his torso and homed in on my mouth with his. We engaged in two or three frenzied and very sloppy kisses, the last one being quite deep. With a sigh, Jake lowered his torso again and let loose of our cocks. I let my cock slide back down to and in the hole, where I went back to rhythmic pumping. Within minutes I had cum for the first time and he had cum for the second.

After shooting off, I pulled away from him and laughed. “You told me you’d never been fucked by a man before. You took it like—”

“I lied,” he said. “But it’s been some time.”

“And was it—?”

“Let’s just say it won’t be as long until the next time,” Jake said.

I fell back into the pool, did the backstroke over to where the chaise lounge was, toweled myself off. and stretched out on the chaise. Jake just laid there, legs in the pool, butt on the edge, torso back along the concrete and flag pole flopping in the breeze for some time before he, too, went into the pool, paddled over to where I was, toweled off with my towel, and stretched himself full length beside me on the chaise. Rather presumptuous for someone who had come here to do my roof, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke with the thought of wondering what the younger man had been doing all this time.

“Chas? Oh, he’s probably up front with Doug,” Jake answered with a yawn. He sat up on the side of the chaise and scratched his armpit nonchalantly. “Doug’s our third man. He gets tense about this time of day himself.”

“So, where would Chas and this Doug be releasing their tension about now,” I asked, as I too sat up on the edge of the chaise.

“Probably out by the truck.”

“So, let’s go investigate,” I said.

And, so we did. There in the shade at the side of the house sat a large dump truck, where someone had been busy dumping old shingles from the roof. As I came around the truck where it sided onto the house, I saw what Chas and Doug had been up to. The passenger side door of the truck was hanging open, and the bottoms of two hiker’s boots were pointed at me. The right one was lodged up in the top corner of the door frame and the left one was resting on top of the door frame where the window had been rolled down. The left one was holding steady, but the right one was jerking back and forth across the doorframe. I recognized the boots right off—they were Chas’s. But the big, brown, bare butt that was gyrating between the two boots obviously belonged to Doug. Chas was stretched across the front seat, his butt hanging out of the door, and a big, black man, with magnificent back and arm muscles and a bulbous butt was standing, one foot on the ground and the other foot on a running board for leverage and his two hands grabbing the top of the door frame for added leverage. Other than his big boots, the only thing on Doug that was encased in anything was whatever manhood he had stuffed in Chas’s asshole and was pumping away with in a good, steady rhythm.

As we watched, Doug’s drilling increased in rhythm until, letting out a grunt of satisfaction, his butt wriggled violently for a few seconds and then he was finished. He took his left foot off the running board and stood back on the ground, cupped his hands around Chas’s knees, slid the blond farther up along the seat, and leaned over him, tonguing the blond from neck, down along his chest and belly and through his pubic hair. He briefly swallowed and sucked Chas’s balls and ultimately went to tonguing, nipping, and swallowing Chas’s long, thin rod. We could hear satisfied little mewing sounds coming from inside the cab.

Jake sauntered up behind Doug, slapped him on one big, round butt cheek, and said, “So, this is what you two were doing off by yourselves. Hope you relieved that tension again. Seeing you going at it, though, just upped my own tension again, and our host here looks a little tense too. Would you mind?”

Doug just grunted and wiggled his butt. Jake reached into the cab, to Chas’s tool belt, and came out with that little tube of salve. Taking a big dab into his big mitt, he unceremoniously began lathering between Doug’s butt cheeks. He then placed the head of his gigantic rod against Doug’s asshole and slowly inched it in until he was half engorged. Doug didn’t flinch, but kept giving Chas’s cock attention. Hunkering down and leaning back, with his hands holding Doug’s butt cheeks where they connected with his waist, Jake turned to me and gave me a grin.

“So, what are you waiting for, Action Man? There’s plenty of room for two in this big black hole.”

I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work, but I was game to try anything. As it turned out, it worked with no trouble at all.

“Up on the running board,” was all Jake needed to say for me to come over, climb up on the running board with my left leg and then swing my right leg across Doug’s back so that I was between Doug and Jake. Jake reared way back toward his heels, and, looking down, I could see that his dick had pulled to the bottom of an asshole that, indeed, showed room at the top for another entry. Taking my cock in my right hand, and holding onto the doorframe with the other one, I guided my cock to lie on top of Jake’s telephone pole and then slid right on into Doug’s ass. He gave a grunt, but seemed to manage us both without too much effort. The sensation of my cock sliding in along Jake’s and down into Doug’s channel was exquisite.

“Just stretch out across Doug’s back and hold still and enjoy the ride,” Jake whispered into my ear. “I’ll do the pumping.”

Once I was in Doug up to my root, I laid down along his back. I wrapped one hand around him until I was grasping a nipple and, with the other hand; I found the root of Chas’s cock, which was still being serviced by Doug’s mouth. I wrapped thumb and one finger around Chas’s root and spread the other fingers up through his pubic hair toward his navel. I applied rhythmic pressure to the root of his cock and could feel it engorging even further under my attention.

Jake came back more upright behind Doug and began a slow pumping action, pulling two-thirds out of his hole and then a long slide in again to the root. I held place with mine, fully buried. I’m sure Doug enjoyed the friction inside his channel, but, for me, the friction along my own dick was more pleasurable than I’d ever experienced before. I could only hold still under these conditions for a short time. Involuntarily, I began a pumping action of my own, and I soon was able to coordinate my pumping with Jake’s so that, as he slid in, I was sliding out. Doug evidently felt split now, because at first he reared up, as if to shake us out of him, but this narrowed his channel, which he couldn’t afford to let happen, so, he grabbed the top of the door frame with both of his hands, moved his butt out further and sort of slouched his midsection. Chas wriggled out of the car door and crouched in front of Doug and took Doug’s cock into his mouth. Doug began and rhythm of his own, face-fucking Chas in a pumping action that put his butt into countermotion with what Jake and I were doing at the back door. Our rhythm picked up speed and intensity, and I managed to time my release to nearly match Jake’s, with Doug coming just a few seconds later.

Equally timed with our spoutings, the heavens above us opened up, and the rain came tumbling down. It was obvious that the roofers would have to be here on the job for at least one more day. For some reason, that didn’t seem to bother me much.

“It’s raining,” I rather nonsensically said, considering we were getting wet.

“Yeah, it is?” Jake said.

“Can’t work on the roof just now,” I said.

“No, we can’t.”

“Let’s take this inside.”

“It’s a plan,” Jake answered, breaking into a big grin.