The pensioners for whom I had to decorate two rooms were charming. they had been married for over half a century. The old boy, Harold, kept me supplied with tea and coffee. One afternoon, he confided in me, "I still love my wife dearly, but we haven't had intimacy for twenty years, but I still masturbate a lot". I found it charming that he referred to sex as intimacy. Every time we spoke about it, he became more explicit. Apparently, in their younger days, they'd been quite active, going to sex parties and all sorts. I wondered what he was angling at.
One afternoon, I was doing the gloss work around a window, Adam was unwell so had stayed home. Harold came up to me, and with a cheeky grin, whispered, "I've never really had any homosexual sex". Trying not to look surprised, I replied, "Would you like to try sometime?". His eyes lit up, "On Fridays she goes shopping with a friend, and is always away for at least two hours, maybe we could have fun then. I'll pay you for your time". What made me get excited over the possibility of having sex with someone 60 years older than me, I don't know, but I couldn't wait for Friday to arrive.
As soon as she left, I washed the paint from my hands and slipped out of my overalls. Harold, who'd stripped to some baggy old Y-fronts, led me to the spare bedroom. "You'll have to forgive me, I've not done anything with another man since college days, a lifetime ago." "No worries". We stood beside the bed and kissed. He certainly had not forgotten how to kiss, his tongue worming its way into my mouth. I felt the front of his underwear, and found his penis growing nicely. He reciprocated, slipping a hand into my shorts and gripping my dick. I sat on the bed, pulled his Y-fronts down, and gave him head. It took a long time, but eventually watery semen dripped into my mouth. He thanked me profusely and offered to return the favour, but I really didn't fancy it. I told him it could wait for another day.
The following Friday, I told Adam we only had a little left to do, and suggested he made a start on the next customer, and I visited Harold again, not knowing quite what to expect. Harold was wearing a bathrobe. He led me to the spare bedroom once more. This time, after kissing, he sat on the bed and slid my shorts and boxers down. He must have read up about giving head. He stroked my balls, then licked and swallowed my shaft. I parted my legs slightly and a hand went up my crack and rubbed my bud. I was at his mercy. Holding onto is head. I face fucked him until I blasted cum down his throat. He then laid back on the bed and I watched him masturbate, producing more than he had the previous week. Before I left, he kissed me, and said he wanted to be fucked, but I was running out of ideas as to how we could keep meeting. The following week, I started Adam on a job, then said that I to get supplies, and phoned Harold to say I was on my way, but couldn't stay very long. When I arrived, the front door was already ajar. I had brought a sachet of lube, as I really didn't fancy rimming him, and undressed in the hallway. In the bedroom, Harold greeted me with a kiss and fondles my dick, bringing it to erection. I then asked him to get on the bed on all fours. I lubed us up, held onto his hips, and pressed against his hole. He gasped as I burst through his ring, so I gave him a moment to steady himself. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked. He nodded, so I started to pump his virgin ass. Once he was comfortable, I upped the tempo, as I knew I didn't have long, and blasted my semen inside him. I plopped out, he rolled over, and I watched him wank again. On Tuesday, his wife rang me. Harold had died peacefully in his sleep, and by the way, she knew what we had been doing and was happy to let him have some enjoyment.
We had finished at their house, Adam had already started on the prep work on the outside of a bungalow, a necessary part of the job that I hate, so I went to see how Chris and Calvin were getting on. They were nearing the completion of the new builds, and we had already had our tender for the next job accepted. They offered to show me round the show house, that had been furnished to a high standard, it was beautiful. The master bedroom had an en-suite and a super-king size bed. They had a devilish look on their faces, and I knew where it was going. Within minutes, we were naked on the bed, kissing and cuddling. Soon, we each had a dick down our throats. Chris's tongue wormed its way up my crack. He rimmed me, then inserted a finger. Meanwhile, Calvin had done the same to him. It was a question of who would get fucked first. We shifted round, and I was on my back. Calvin lifted my legs, allowing Chris to penetrate me. We were in a position that allowed me to lick Calvin's sack. Chris and Calvin kissed above me as my boyfriend pumped ever harder until he held still and pulsed his cum into me. They swapped around, I had Chris's dick to lick clean, while Calvin pushed his big tool inside me and began to hump, and kept going until I received my second load. Licking Chris clean had made him hard again, so he took over from Calvin. I cleaned his monster up. This time. Chris took much longer, but eventually, I received my third load, only for Calvin to want another go. At least now my man cunt had plenty of cum lubing me. Calvin had been shagging me for about ten minutes, when he told me to toss myself, so I jerked, and released a torrent of sperm over myself, as I was bred for a forth time in a little over an hour. We dressed and made the bed, leaving it as neat as possible, and hoping the cum stains would disappear.
When I got back to Adam, I couldn't hide my silly grin and confessed to him what had happened. Big mistake. He took me round to the back of the house, and had me over a picnic bench. I walked like a cowboy for the rest of the day, spunk dribbling out of me every tie I farted.
