Tuesday Evening – The Bedroom Window
The spent men shuffled back outside one by one, breathing hard, cocks softening and still glistening as they pulled their pants back on. The living room reeked of sweat, cum, and the heavy musk of eight dirty, hard-working bodies. The sectional couch was ruined---soaked through and caked in filth.
Jack lay there for a moment, naked and leaking, cum dripping from his chin and running in thick rivers down his thighs. Then he sat up slowly, still wearing that soft, sweet, innocent smile.
As Marco and Derek headed for the sliding glass door, Jack’s quiet voice stopped them.
“…The window in my bedroom is stuck,” he said softly. “Could you two maybe look at it while you’re here?”
Marco and Derek exchanged a quick glance. Both men were still flushed and sweaty, their cocks still half-hard in their work pants. Without a word they followed the naked, cum-covered boy down the hallway to his bedroom.
Once inside, they talked first.
Marco sat on the edge of Jack’s bed, his broad, hairy chest still rising and falling. “So… you do this a lot, Jack?”
Jack shook his head shyly, still glistening with drying cum from the entire crew. “No… this is new. But I really liked it.”
Derek, still carrying a trace of guilt on his face, asked, “You got a boyfriend or something?”
Jack smiled softly, big blue puppy-dog eyes warm and sincere. “No. I just… like strong men.”
Derek’s son was Jack’s age. He didn’t say it outright, but the way he looked at Jack made it clear---this wasn’t the first time he’d been with someone like him. “Got a boy about your age,” Derek muttered. “He’s… a lot like you.”
They started again, slower this time. Just the three of them.
Marco and Derek took turns fucking Jack on his own bed---long, deep strokes while they kissed him passionately. Jack rode them both, grinding down eagerly, his massive cock bouncing between them. The bed creaked rhythmically for nearly an hour as the two burly, musky workmen used the sweet nineteen-year-old thoroughly.
Even from outside, the rest of the crew could hear everything.
Ryan laughed loudly. “Listen to that. The little fucker’s still going. Insatiable!”
Big Tommy cheered. “Go get that ass, boys!”
Jack came again, shooting thick ropes across his own smooth chest. Marco and Derek added their final thick loads deep inside him, breeding him one after the other until cum was pouring out of his wrecked hole.
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, the other men were grinning, already half-hard again from listening.
Marco clapped Derek on the back. “Good work.”
Jack stood in the doorway, still completely naked and leaking, smiling sweetly at all of them with those big blue puppy-dog eyes.
“See you tomorrow?”Jack asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.
The men laughed, low and dirty.
“We’ll be back.”
Jack gave them one last shy little wave, then closed the door behind them.
The crew stood outside for a moment in the July heat, tools still scattered, the new deck only half-started.
Marco wiped sweat from his brow and looked at the rest of the crew, a hungry grin spreading across his face.
“Boys,” he said, voice rough, “I think this is gonna be the best fucking job we’ve ever had.”
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End of Chapter 4
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