I was reminded of this part of my life when I read about a guy who had workmen in on a hot day and they ended up naked except for sports shorts.
Adventures with incoming workmen are few and far between and strictly speaking this story only had a beginning because I had men in to fix the radiators.
I was living at that time in north of London and needed work done on the plumbing so looked about and finally got a guy to come over, give me a quote and then come and do the job. He was from the same area so easy to fit in with my schedule.
The day arrived and he was on time. He unloaded the van, got, as they say, his equipment out and called upon the phone to his apprentices to “get the fuck over here”, though to be fair he was picking up stuff for the job.
Turned out to be a nice little lad, a little shy, a little under weight and sallow. Between them they got on with the job and worked as a team, drank loads of tea and while I did sort of notice the apprentice looking at me I didn’t pay any attention – though to be fair he did have a nice butt. In those days I didn’t even think that maybe I could make a conquest, they were workmen and I wasn’t thinking of sex – just getting the job done.
So the work complete in a couple of days and all working well and away they went.
A few days later I was home in the evening and the bell went and the apprentice stood there. Hello I said wondering what he wanted, had they left some tools behind I hadn’t seen. Hi he said, just came round to see you and make sure its all working well..
Well come in and have a look round. He was wearing a tight T shirt, well fitting jeans, and yes he did have a nice bum, but still skinny. No signs of a cock but not obvious and a tear in the jeans at crotch level. So we went round checking together, in my bedroom he sat on my bed while he chatted.
I said we'd have a coffee so we went to the kitchen and fixed stuff for us, was aware he was feeling his cock and fingering the tear - but I couldn't see in it, no flesh, nothing, just put it down to youth, he was only just past his eighteenth birthday and I was twice, and a bit, his age.
Eventually he left. If you're passing and the lights on I said do pop in.
A couple of weeks later he was back. So sitting there with a drink in my hand looking at his crotch I had to say the hole in his jeans was bigger, he asked if I liked it, spread his legs wide so I could see flesh in the hole. Nice I said, big enough to get your hand in. You want to, I don't mind he said. I would be buggered if I did and buggered if I didn't so I took the plunge.
His thigh and flesh were very soft and warm, and finger wriggle and I decided he was commando, a bit more wriggle and I found cocks and balls and bush.
I pulled my hand out and said it was a very handy hole. He laughed, wanna see it, I'm gay by the way so... Go on then, but not here.
Upstairs he was eager to get undressed. I ain't done it much, only tossed guys before
Naked we cuddled, held tight, tried to kiss and noses got in the way. I reached down for his very hard wet cock and as soon as I touched it is was over, a squelchy cum shot between my finger. Fuck he said I'm so excited, has it spoilt it for you. No I said, its ok, these things happen. I kneeled over him, kissed his drooping cock, licked his cum, put his hand on my cock and he tossed me off. We laid there. I gotta do this more he said, I like it but not sure what to do. I knew I was gay a long time ago but don't know any gay guys – so when I saw you I guessed and took a chance,. Should have done something when I came last time I suppose. I knew you were watching me feel my nob but you didn't make a move. I leaned in, kissed his tiny nipples and said you've got all the time in the world to find out what to do, Don't think its all about poking a tight ass. Doesn't it hurt he said and I laughed, yes, the first time but there's plenty of time for you.
I put my hand down, cupped his balls. Felt his cock stir and so began to play with it, rock hard in no time. I straddled over him and proceeded to slowly toss him off, let him lie enjoying the attention. His eyes closed and he moaned and I could feel the second cumming as he clenched his buttocks, thrust his hips and flooded a nice shot in an arc over his chest.
I finished myself with my load mingling with his, then we cleaned up, got dressed and went downstairs and had coffee.
As he left has asked if he could some again. I laughed and said you've just it twice... and he laughed as I added any time.
Any time turned out to be sooner than I anticipated. He was quick to learn, to copy, to enjoy and relax. He loved his balls being licked and chewed almost as much as he enjoyed his cock getting sucked off. It took time for him to brave going down on me me and even longer to enjoy fully sucking me off. His kissing improved no end and I swear that with all the extra snacks he was getting from me he was filling out and putting on weight in a good way.
Penetration never entered the conversation, well it did but not as a suggestion for acting on. One night I upended him, and rimmed his tight virgin hole, pink and puckered it quivered with pleasure as my tongue darted and probed and wetted and slipped and made him so hard he was n the verge. As we frotted together, climaxed and laid there soaked in our own juices he said having his hole licked was amazing and he could have easily shot his load if I'd carried on.
I was so near fucking him, but it would have not been right. I could have had him fuck me, indeed his cock had been on my asshole pushing against my ring several times and one quick move and he's have been in me – and possibly shooing his load with excitement. I needed if it was to happen it to come from him.
It was going to inevitable that sooner or later he was going to discover the world and with a bit of help from me he branched out to various pubs and clubs – most of which he didn't like. His visits increased to weekly, his readiness to get to bed, to kiss, much improved and to enjoy bodily contact were still enjoyable, sometimes I'd have him off three times, maybe four, leave him bleary eyed. But we never fucked.
Then I moved home, to the other side of London, to far just to pop over to and so after one fleeting visit he vanished.
I had been living in the new place about four months when the door bell went and there he was, coming up to nineteen, suddenly blooming. Stood there with a friend. Come in I said, coffee.
They sat down and the first thing I saw was the jeans with the tear and naked flesh. This is my boyfriend he said, we've been going together for a few weeks now and I thought you'd like to meet him, he wanted to meet you. So, laughingly I said who fucks who not expecting an answer and he said I fuck, now I wish we had. After about an hour of chatter we did the tour with the boyfriend and ended in the bedroom where upon he said why dont we all get naked and have fun. \This from my shy wilting apprentice. And so quickly they were naked on the bed and I was to, so, I think they had decided I was going to be entertained. The boyfriend was a bit older, maybe twenty one and I clocked he was hung nicely, also uncut and heavily bushed, and by now as looked horny as hell.
I cant remember the commutations we got into but I know I was fucked twice, they each had me, and I had the boyfriend. We romped naked for a couple of hours, tongues exploring places not seen for a while, or, just lying there enjoying the comfort of naked flesh.
We finally got dressed and went to the kitchen, sat drinking more coffee and enjoying a sandwich. As they left sweet embrace and big wet kisses. Glad you approve he said, and he, indicating the boyfriend, thinks you're really ok. Not to bad you two I said, have fun, enjoy having each other.
I must admit to having a secret smile when they had gone, went to sort out the rumpled bedding and wash the dishes before finally hitting the hay and having a dreamless sleep.
I didn't see the apprentice again ever, or the boyfriend and I think the visit was a thank you to me for being a mentor, who knows.
So with hearing about a guy admiring his builders showing signs of sexual awareness brought back all the memories of a past event, a love that never was, the only time I can recall I enjoyed having to teach someone the ropes.
Adventures with incoming workmen are few and far between and strictly speaking this story only had a beginning because I had men in to fix the radiators.
I was living at that time in north of London and needed work done on the plumbing so looked about and finally got a guy to come over, give me a quote and then come and do the job. He was from the same area so easy to fit in with my schedule.
The day arrived and he was on time. He unloaded the van, got, as they say, his equipment out and called upon the phone to his apprentices to “get the fuck over here”, though to be fair he was picking up stuff for the job.
Turned out to be a nice little lad, a little shy, a little under weight and sallow. Between them they got on with the job and worked as a team, drank loads of tea and while I did sort of notice the apprentice looking at me I didn’t pay any attention – though to be fair he did have a nice butt. In those days I didn’t even think that maybe I could make a conquest, they were workmen and I wasn’t thinking of sex – just getting the job done.
So the work complete in a couple of days and all working well and away they went.
A few days later I was home in the evening and the bell went and the apprentice stood there. Hello I said wondering what he wanted, had they left some tools behind I hadn’t seen. Hi he said, just came round to see you and make sure its all working well..
Well come in and have a look round. He was wearing a tight T shirt, well fitting jeans, and yes he did have a nice bum, but still skinny. No signs of a cock but not obvious and a tear in the jeans at crotch level. So we went round checking together, in my bedroom he sat on my bed while he chatted.
I said we'd have a coffee so we went to the kitchen and fixed stuff for us, was aware he was feeling his cock and fingering the tear - but I couldn't see in it, no flesh, nothing, just put it down to youth, he was only just past his eighteenth birthday and I was twice, and a bit, his age.
Eventually he left. If you're passing and the lights on I said do pop in.
A couple of weeks later he was back. So sitting there with a drink in my hand looking at his crotch I had to say the hole in his jeans was bigger, he asked if I liked it, spread his legs wide so I could see flesh in the hole. Nice I said, big enough to get your hand in. You want to, I don't mind he said. I would be buggered if I did and buggered if I didn't so I took the plunge.
His thigh and flesh were very soft and warm, and finger wriggle and I decided he was commando, a bit more wriggle and I found cocks and balls and bush.
I pulled my hand out and said it was a very handy hole. He laughed, wanna see it, I'm gay by the way so... Go on then, but not here.
Upstairs he was eager to get undressed. I ain't done it much, only tossed guys before
Naked we cuddled, held tight, tried to kiss and noses got in the way. I reached down for his very hard wet cock and as soon as I touched it is was over, a squelchy cum shot between my finger. Fuck he said I'm so excited, has it spoilt it for you. No I said, its ok, these things happen. I kneeled over him, kissed his drooping cock, licked his cum, put his hand on my cock and he tossed me off. We laid there. I gotta do this more he said, I like it but not sure what to do. I knew I was gay a long time ago but don't know any gay guys – so when I saw you I guessed and took a chance,. Should have done something when I came last time I suppose. I knew you were watching me feel my nob but you didn't make a move. I leaned in, kissed his tiny nipples and said you've got all the time in the world to find out what to do, Don't think its all about poking a tight ass. Doesn't it hurt he said and I laughed, yes, the first time but there's plenty of time for you.
I put my hand down, cupped his balls. Felt his cock stir and so began to play with it, rock hard in no time. I straddled over him and proceeded to slowly toss him off, let him lie enjoying the attention. His eyes closed and he moaned and I could feel the second cumming as he clenched his buttocks, thrust his hips and flooded a nice shot in an arc over his chest.
I finished myself with my load mingling with his, then we cleaned up, got dressed and went downstairs and had coffee.
As he left has asked if he could some again. I laughed and said you've just it twice... and he laughed as I added any time.
Any time turned out to be sooner than I anticipated. He was quick to learn, to copy, to enjoy and relax. He loved his balls being licked and chewed almost as much as he enjoyed his cock getting sucked off. It took time for him to brave going down on me me and even longer to enjoy fully sucking me off. His kissing improved no end and I swear that with all the extra snacks he was getting from me he was filling out and putting on weight in a good way.
Penetration never entered the conversation, well it did but not as a suggestion for acting on. One night I upended him, and rimmed his tight virgin hole, pink and puckered it quivered with pleasure as my tongue darted and probed and wetted and slipped and made him so hard he was n the verge. As we frotted together, climaxed and laid there soaked in our own juices he said having his hole licked was amazing and he could have easily shot his load if I'd carried on.
I was so near fucking him, but it would have not been right. I could have had him fuck me, indeed his cock had been on my asshole pushing against my ring several times and one quick move and he's have been in me – and possibly shooing his load with excitement. I needed if it was to happen it to come from him.
It was going to inevitable that sooner or later he was going to discover the world and with a bit of help from me he branched out to various pubs and clubs – most of which he didn't like. His visits increased to weekly, his readiness to get to bed, to kiss, much improved and to enjoy bodily contact were still enjoyable, sometimes I'd have him off three times, maybe four, leave him bleary eyed. But we never fucked.
Then I moved home, to the other side of London, to far just to pop over to and so after one fleeting visit he vanished.
I had been living in the new place about four months when the door bell went and there he was, coming up to nineteen, suddenly blooming. Stood there with a friend. Come in I said, coffee.
They sat down and the first thing I saw was the jeans with the tear and naked flesh. This is my boyfriend he said, we've been going together for a few weeks now and I thought you'd like to meet him, he wanted to meet you. So, laughingly I said who fucks who not expecting an answer and he said I fuck, now I wish we had. After about an hour of chatter we did the tour with the boyfriend and ended in the bedroom where upon he said why dont we all get naked and have fun. \This from my shy wilting apprentice. And so quickly they were naked on the bed and I was to, so, I think they had decided I was going to be entertained. The boyfriend was a bit older, maybe twenty one and I clocked he was hung nicely, also uncut and heavily bushed, and by now as looked horny as hell.
I cant remember the commutations we got into but I know I was fucked twice, they each had me, and I had the boyfriend. We romped naked for a couple of hours, tongues exploring places not seen for a while, or, just lying there enjoying the comfort of naked flesh.
We finally got dressed and went to the kitchen, sat drinking more coffee and enjoying a sandwich. As they left sweet embrace and big wet kisses. Glad you approve he said, and he, indicating the boyfriend, thinks you're really ok. Not to bad you two I said, have fun, enjoy having each other.
I must admit to having a secret smile when they had gone, went to sort out the rumpled bedding and wash the dishes before finally hitting the hay and having a dreamless sleep.
I didn't see the apprentice again ever, or the boyfriend and I think the visit was a thank you to me for being a mentor, who knows.
So with hearing about a guy admiring his builders showing signs of sexual awareness brought back all the memories of a past event, a love that never was, the only time I can recall I enjoyed having to teach someone the ropes.