Paint Job

During my final vacation before graduating from high school, my father informed me that I would have to oversee a paint job in our home. I was not keen on having to spend two days of my holiday homebound but was given no choice in this matter. My mother had found a new colour that she simply couldn’t live without and so our dining room, and living room simply had to be repainted.

On the advice of a neighbour, my dad employed a Hispanic man, Mateo, to do the job. My folks left for work early on a daily basis; consequently, at eight o’clock I opened the front door to let Mateo in.

Mateo was a stocky and tough looking individual. Every aspect of his facial features and physique were bulky. His hands, wrists, neck, nose and lips, were broad, and his dark deep-set eyes had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ demeanour. Mateo had a dark complexion with jet-black hair. He had a pencil moustache and a matching thin strip of hair, which extended from his bottom lip down to his chin. His had a well-recessed hairline, and the hair around his head was cropped very short. He was definitely not good-looking, but quite sexy in a brutish way.

As Mateo busied himself with prep work I made coffee for us. Upon joining me at the kitchen counter he unzipped the top of his blue overalls, pulled it off his shoulders, and let it hang over a belt he wore around his waist. As he did so I observed that he wasn’t very hairy. Although he had two substantial dark bushes under his arms, the only hair on his chest was concentrated around his nipples. Mateo had five tattoos on his upper body. They were all of faces and when I asked him he explained that the two faces on his upper arms were of his parents, the one on his stomach was of his wife, and the two above each nipple were of his kids. The tattoos were really very good and had been done by a buddy of his who owned a tattoo parlour.

After we consumed our coffee I made my way to our pool area. We had a dense hedge that surrounded the backyard, and so tanning in the nude was not a problem. I made myself comfortable on one of the two low sunbeds and commenced reading a book.

At around ten I heard Mateo approaching. I thought of jumping up and putting my bathing suit on but didn’t want to look like a wuss. Lying there, somewhat self-consciously, I observed Mateo move towards a flower bed close to me. Nonchalantly, he pulled out his knob and started pissing in the patch. I had a side-on view and was not surprised to see that his dick was in keeping with the rest of his body. His uncut cock was very dark and extremely fat. Once the stream ended he began massaging the excess moisture from the tip of his knob, with his thumb and first finger. As he did so he turned his body to face me.

Mateo then shook his dick a few times before once again pressing moisture out of the front of his foreskin, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Mateo then pulled his foreskin back and rubbed his fingers over his cock-head. Once done, the foreskin was again pushed back over his cock-head before he smeared his hand on the side of his overall. Still chatting to me while all this took place, he then scratched his crotch. Once this ritual ceased Mateo lifted his fingers to his nose for a good sniff. How the fuck I didn’t pop a boner, only goodness knows. After his knob had been returned to its former prison he excused himself, and walk back to the house.

At lunchtime, I must have dozed off because as I awoke Mateo was standing next to me. Shock and embarrassment overcame me because I was lying there with a solid hard-on. Mateo just smiled before asking, “Were you having a good dream?” After I sputtered some non-comprehensible reply he laughed, and then said, “Relax, bro, this happens to all of us, it’s a natural thing.”

As per earlier in the day, Mateo moved to the flowerbed for another piss. Afterward, however, he moved right next to me for the moisture extraction process. After rubbing his dick-head, on this occasion he changed his former routine, bending over and offering his fingers for me to sniff. I inhaled zealously before voraciously grabbing his hand and licking his fingers. A horny rumble reverberated in his throat as I went ballistic. Finally extracting his hand from my grasp, Mateo began to strip. Once he was totally naked he straddled the low sunbed, and with his hands anchored on the tilted backrest pushed his knob towards my face.

For the next ten minutes, I was treated to fine dining at an exquisite Mexican restaurant. His thick chorizo was delectable, and as Mateo force-fed it to me I feasted vigorously. After my mouth had received a breath-taking battering Mateo’s body shook above me before I was rewarded with the sweetest Hispanic cream I had ever tasted. The abundance of spunk that jetted into my thirsty mouth was overwhelming. With all the excitement I had also shot my load.

Afterward, Mateo sat at our cast-iron garden set and ate his lunch. We had a swim later, and I gave him first use of my towel to dry himself off. With twenty minutes of the lunch break remaining I received another skull-fucking from him, once I had returned to the sunbed. This time Mateo shot his jizz all over my face. Once he had scooped all his sperm into my mouth I licked his paint-speckled hands clean.

At teatime that afternoon the piss parade was dispensed with, and we got straight down to business. When I suggested rimming him, Mateo was totally enthralled. The awestruck look on his face suggested that this had never been done to him before. As I lay on the sunbed he reversed his body position, pulled his hairy cheeks apart, and shortly I was licking his sweaty pucker. Mateo uttered the most incredible sighs of contentment, and before long commenced tugging on his knob. He grew so excited, that he was unable to turn in time and erupted over my chest and stomach. Again his hands retrieved his discharge and fed my eager mouth.

The following day, I was determined to be fucked by him and made sure that my backside was properly prepared for my lunchtime anal onslaught. Prior to that, however, Mateo was determined to have his pucker rimmed once more during our ten o’clock quickie. On this occasion, he did manage to turn in time and shot his load down my throat.

When Mateo approached at lunchtime I was lying on my stomach with my legs wide apart. He fully understood the signal, and after undressing took up station behind me. After he had secured his dick at my entrance he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled my body onto his thrusting cock. I was totally oblivious to the initial discomfort, determined to make my fantasies of the previous night a reality. Once he got a steady rhythm going he lifted his backside slightly and supported by his arms began to pummel my butt manically. I had never felt anything this good in my entire life and groaned like a randy bitch.

With his body convulsing above me Mateo sprayed his spunk into my grateful arse. Afterward, he ate his lunch in record time. I did not move and just lay there with my cum-filled backside awaiting its next attack. When Mateo returned to me he plugged straight in, but this time lay directly on top of me. This session was the pick of the crop. I was even further delighted when he turned my head and began to kiss me. As he completely annexed my mouth, his hips humped and pumped me incessantly. This was more than mere fucking and it felt like we were truly making love.

With his hot breath gasping into my ear I felt Mateo’s next load spewing into my backside. When he lifted his body afterward, he asked me to turn and once more began kissing me ardently. Sadly, lunchtime then came to an end and Mateo once more returned to his work.

I was very sad that his next break would be our last encounter. I was fucked again at three-thirty and although the session took an extra five minutes, I wasn’t complaining.

Late that afternoon when my folks arrived home the job had been completed. My mother was ecstatic with the final result and thanked both Mateo and myself profusely. Truthfully, I needed no thanks at all.