I was in the shower three days later, reliving the hard pounding I had taken from Reece, the sexy waiter, and wondering when I would next get laid, when I heard a knock at the cabin door.
"Security," a deep voice called out. "You reported a problem with your safe?"
I hurriedly pulled a towel around my waist and stepped out, as I answered, "Yes, I'm coming."
When I reached the door and pulled it open I found a relatively young, good looking guy in a tight white boiler suit was looking back at me and grinning all over his face.
"Your safe won't open?" he asked in an attractive accent. (Scandinavian I thought.)
"Yes, you've come to fix it?" I said and he held up a black mechanical looking box with wires coming from both ends. I moved to one side in the cramped space and beckoned for him to enter. His eyebrows raised as he looked at my body, still dripping with water and wrapped in just a towel.
"No, too dangerous," he said. "I come back."
He turned to leave and I caught his fit, muscled arm.
"No, please come in and fix it," and I backed up, still gripping him firmly and pulled him into the cabin. I wasn't letting this one get away.
He had curly, light brown hair with some poking out the top vee of his chest. His smile went from ear to ear and his brown eyes twinkled, full of mischief. Oh yes, I liked this encounter and my cock did too.
I'd restrained from any sexual contact for three days after Reece and I was now as horny as fuck.
Johannes, as I discovered he was called, allowed me to pull him into the cabin.
"You smell good," he said as he sniffed my body in passing.. He gazed quickly over my body, pausing at my cock.
"Still too dangerous," he said. He turned his flickering, brown eyes on mine.
"You attractive man and me too. Me gay. Need lot of cock. You like cock? Yes?"
I looked him up and down slowly. Yes I certainly liked what I saw. He was about thirty five years old and fit and strong. I loved his confidence and the lust in his eyes. As he gazed at me he let his mechanical gizmo drop to the floor and reached for the growing bulge in my towel, while groping himself at the same time. His hairy hands were strong with roughly manicured fingers and no sign of a wedding ring.
He saw me looking.
"I no married," he said. "Just always horny. Like you, yes?"
"Yes I'm gay too. I love cock, Especially foreign cock. Big cock too. I love being fucked. You big? What do you like?" I asked.
Johannes held a finger to his lips and I realised I had been rambling. He didn't answer, just looked at me with smiling eyes as he unzipped his tight, white boiler suit and shrugged it off his masculine shoulders, to show off his tanned, hairy chest and tattooed, strong arms. Fuck, he was lovely, handsome and fit with that cute smile, white teeth and twinkling eyes.
"You like? Johannes asked and I just nodded my head in a trance.
"Want to see more?" The elasticated waist of his suit had prevented it from falling all the way to the floor. It was hanging on his hips and some other large obstruction that poked out from the front, just below waist level. Without waiting for me to answer he tugged at the waist and shimmied his tight boiler suit down to reveal..........his fit, hairy, completely naked body. Fuck.
He had gone commando and his stiff, cut cock stuck out, ramrod straight, from a hairy bush, below which hung two huge orbs like big lemons in a sack. He toed off his deck shoes and stepped out of his suit. With arms out wide he turned slowly round to show off his complete physique.
I saw a broad back, hairy, hard bum, strong legs and thighs and then back round so I could appreciate his front. He had a hairy chest, toned abs, a big, big, stiff cut cock with those two orbs swinging below.
"I spend much time in gym," Johannes said, looking at me for approval.
"You like? Is good yes? You like?"
"No mate, I don't like," I answered, and his eyes darkened in disappointment.
