Pinewood Builders

As we drove to the site the next day, John glanced over at me with a mischievous grin. "You know, Oscar, I've been thinking about your apology all night. My jaw's a bit sore from smiling so much."

I felt my cheeks flush hot, "You'll, uh, keep that between us right? I'd rather not have it all over the site." I mumbled, fidgeting with my seatbelt.

John chuckled, his calloused hand patting my leg reassuringly. "Don't worry, mate. The secret's safe with me. Though I've got to say, you've got quite the talent there."

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Bloody hell, you're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Not a chance," John replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement as we pulled into the construction site.

I pulled on my hard hat, spotting Wells as he jogged over, looking nervous.

"John, mate," Wells started, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Listen, mate, about those messages and pictures... I feel like a right tosser. It was way out of line."

John cut him off with a laugh and clapped him on the shoulder, "No need to apologise, Wells. Oscar got the brunt of my frustration last night." He winked at me, and I felt my face burn even hotter. "I'm over it now, it was just a prank, besides, I've got great pictures of you both now. Had myself a proper wank last night looking at them."

Wells' jaw dropped, his eyes darting between John and me, before smiling "As longs as you're not mad, you can enjoy them all you want!"

"Oh I will. Now, enough chit-chat. We've got work to do."

As John sauntered off, whistling cheerfully, Wells turned to me with a mixture of confusion and awe on his face. "Oscar, mate, how did we get off scot-free?"

I shrugged, "Must have really liked those pictures."

Wells and I spent the day hauling heavy clay tiles up the scaffolding, our muscles straining with each load. Sweat soaked through my shirts, leaving dark patches that clung to my skin. An hour in I decided to copy Wells and shed my t-shirt before pulling back on the yellow and orange vest, I couldn't help but notice that my arms and shoulders didn't quite fill the gaps likes his did. The roofers worked above us, hammering and laying tiles with practiced efficiency.

By the time we finished for the day, my arms felt like lead and my back ached fiercely. Wells looked equally exhausted, his usually fluffy hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

"I'm dropping you to Oscars right?" John called out as we trudged towards the van

"Yeah, cheers, mate," Wells replied gratefully, pulling his bag over his shoulder. We piled into John's van, the familiar scent of sweat and dust filling the enclosed space.

As we drove, John kept glancing at me, "You two certainly worked up a sweat today," he remarked casually. "Bet you're both gagging for a shower."

We nodded our agreement as John continued, "I feel like my balls are stuck to my arse- Osc help me out mate."

My stomach dropped. I shot John a panicked look, "What?"

He burst out laughing, Wells joining in, "He's winding you up Oscar."

I chucked nervously and changed the subject, a short while alter we were pulling up outside my flat. "Thanks John, well you tomorrow!"

He pulled away from the curb calling out the window, "Feel free to send more pictures."

Wells chuckled, "Turns out we didn't need to worry. Dirty bastard loved them."

I shook my head, "And we've been riddled with guilt. Come on." I beckoned leading the way into the communal front door.

...

Wells and I had showered and were now sprawled on the worn-out sofa, the game flickering on the television in front of us. Wells leaned back, propping his feet up on the coffee table, taking a swig of his beer.

"That was a good day at the site," Wells said, tossing a glance at me. "So relieved John got over the prank so quickly."

I nodded, half-watching the game, half-lost in thought. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw a text from Cara: [Coming over to get my stuff. Be there in 10.]

My stomach tightened. "Wells, Cara's coming over to get her things."

Wells raised an eyebrow. "Cara? This is gonna be awkward, isn't it?"

I sighed. "Yeah. She's not exactly thrilled with how things ended, and she'll have something to say about the job."

True to her word, ten minutes later, the lock turned in the key and the door swung open, and Cara walked in. Her eyes were sharp as she scanned the room, lingering for a second on Wells who stared adamantly at the television.

"Oscar," she said curtly, not bothering with pleasantries. "I'm just here to get my stuff. I don't have time for small talk."

I stood up, trying to remain calm. "Sure, Cara. Your things are in the bedroom."

She strutted into the bedroom I saw her eyes widen slightly as she looked at the her boxes of stuff, "You packed my stuff?"

I nodded carefully, "Yeah, I knew you'd want it all back."

She nodded slowly and began rifling through the boxes as if checking I hadn't stolen anything, "So, finally made a friend?" she said.

I bit my tongue, "Yeah from work."

"How long's this job going to last then?"

I felt a flush of embarrassment and frustration. "Who knows. Anyway, you got everything?"

She span, "You trying to get rid of me."

I goggled at her, "Well, yeah. You broke up with me, and I'm chilling with my friend and it's awkward."

She huffed, stuffing the last of her things into a bag. "Whatever, Oscar. Just remember, I warned you."

With that, she stormed past me, as she got to the door Wells gestured twisting his wrist and mouthed 'key'.

"Leave the key please." I said.

She practically wrenched it off her keychain throwing it across the kitchen at me before opening the door and slamming it behind her.

"Nice to meet you." Called Wells before crossing the room, "Well, she was pleasant." he joked, patting me on the back. "Don't let her get to you, mate. You're doing just fine."

"Thanks for thinking about they key." I said, sinking back onto the sofa, letting out a long breath. "You know what? It's okay. I'm glad it's over. Something always felt off with Cara and me."

Wells nodded, grabbing my knee and giving it a shake. "Yeah, mate. She don't seem to cheery, can't see her for you anyway."

I ran a hand through my hair, "Yeah. To be honest I've aways felt like things have been off with my exes."

Wells hand moved to my shoulder, his face serious and said, "It's not your fault. You can't help it if you have a tiny dick." before bursting out laughing.

I nearly choked on my beer, coughing and spluttering. "Fuck you. Tiny!?" I laughed and shoved Wells playfully. "You're such a wanker."

Smiling he prompted, "Joking mate. Why did things always feel off?" He muted the TV, turning to face me fully, his blue eyes staring at me with curiosity.

"I don't really know. But anyway I have something to tell you."

"Anything mate. Tell me."

"The thing is... John forgave us so easily because... because I sucked him off."

Wells' eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock. "You what?" he sputtered.

I nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement as I spoke, "It just happened. We were in his van, and I was telling him about the prank.I felt so guilty that before I knew it, I was offering to blow his as an apology."

He barked out a laugh, "Fuck me. What an apology." before he leaned in, his voice low. "I can't believe it. What was it like?"

I hesitated, then the words started tumbling out. "It was... intense. His cock was long and thick- you saw the picture! I could barely fit it in my mouth at first. And it tasted like salty, musky. I could smell his sweat from working all day."

Wells shifted on the sofa, his eyes fixed on me. "Go on," he urged.

"I remember the feel of it on my tongue, the way it twitched when I sucked harder. His hands were in my hair, guiding me."

I paused, realising how worked up I was getting. I noticed him shifting uncomfortably on the sofa as he hung onto my every word. I could see the outline of his hardening cock through his thin jogging bottoms.

"When he came," I continued, my voice husky, "it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. The way his cock erupted, because of what I did to him..."

"Fuck," Wells breathed, "The way you describe it... I can almost picture it."

His hand drifted down to his crotch, as he palmed his erection through the fabric. "You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "To suck a another bloke's cock."

Before I could respond, his hand shot out, grabbing at my hard dick through my joggers. I gasped. "Get it out," He commanded softly, squeezing me.

I pushed down my joggers, freeing my dick. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around my shaft. I moaned at the feeling of his calloused palm as he began to stroke me, his movements hesitant at first but growing more confident.

"Can I...?" he asked, glancing up at me, through his blonde lashes.

I nodded eagerly, and as his lips nervously toyed with the ridge of my foreskin, I groaned.

Gradually Wells grew bolder and took me into his mouth. He wrapped a hand around the my base and began wanking me in time with his head slowly bobbing up and down. After only a few short minutes, I felt heat building in my balls, so I pushed him off. "My turn," I said with a grin, pushing him back against the sofa cushions.

I pulled his joggers free and tossed them to one side, and kneeling between legs I grabbed his dick. It was long and slimer than my own and it curved slightly to the left. I wasted no time and took it straight into my mouth.

Wells let out a strangled gasp as I swirled my tongue around his shaft as I mimicked the things I liked. "Fuck, Oscar, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" He asked thrusting his hips t meet my mouth.

I pulled off with a pop, grinning up at him. "Natural talent, I guess," before continuing.

We traded places every few minutes, stripping fully while exploring each other's dicks with our hands and mouths. "Let's try something," he suggested, he rolled onto his side and gestured for me to do the same in the opposite direction. I quickly caught on, positioning myself so that my dick was in his face and his was in mine. I leaned forward and took him back into my mouth once more. At the same time, I felt his lips slide over mine. We both moaned our appreciation around each other's cocks, the vibrations adding a new layer of sensation.

I felt Wells' hand on my thigh, gently urging me to lift my leg, as I did his fingers trailed along my inner thigh, slowly moving higher. I copied, my own hand exploring the firm muscles of his leg.

I gasped around him as I felt his fingertips brushing against my taint, before they slid further back, ghosting over my hole. It felt amazing, I found myself pushing back against his touch, silently encouraging him. Wells took the hint, circling my entrance with a gentle pressure that had me seeing stars.

Not wanting to be outdone, I copied his actions. I explored his arse, kneading his firm cheeks before letting my fingers drift lower. When I reached his hole, I felt him shudder.

I felt my orgasm building, as increased his pace, and with a muffled cry, I came hard, my whole body shuddering as I spilled into his mouth.

As my own orgasm subsided, I doubled my efforts on Wells' cock, determined to bring him the same mind-blowing pleasure he'd given me. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head up and down his length. His hips began to buck erratically, his thighs trembling on either side of my head. "Oh fuck, Oscar!" he called his voice muffled against my thigh. "I'm gonna cum!" His entire body tensed. His cock twitched violently in my mouth as the first jet of cum hit the back of my throat making me gag, but I swallowed, as the next volley shot from him and then the next and the next. I forced myself not to pull off and and kept swallowing everything he gave.

When I finally pulled off and rolled onto my back to catch my breath, he panted, "Bloody hell, Oscar, that was... fucking incredible."

I couldn't help but grin, as we disentangled ourselves, and flopped back onto the sofa still naked. I took a swig of my beer and settled back to watch the rest of the game, "Fuck me, I missed the goal!"

...

The next morning, I woke to the harsh blare of my alarm. I groaned and stretched my aching muscles as I rolled out of bed. The events of last night came flooding back, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. I pulled on my work clothes and headed out into the main room. The smell of coffee greeted me, and I found Wells dressed, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug in his hand.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

He nodded with a small smirk, "Yeah man, sofas not too bad. Would have preferred a bad though."

I felt myself blush slightly, "You shoula- said. Could have crashed with me."

As we'd said goodnight I'd almost offered it, but I didn't want him to read into it and think I was treating this as something it's not.

"Next time." He smiled, "Anyway what you got to eat?"

We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence, both scrolling throughout phones and as we laced up our work book a horn honked outside. We grabbed our bags and took the communal stairs at a run.

John grinned as we climbed into the van, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Morning, lads," he said cheerfully as I settled into the middle seat.

"Morning, John," said Wells, "you'll never guess what. Oscar here got his cock out for me!"

"Christ, Wells!" I exclaimed, my face burning.

John roared with laughter, slapping the steering wheel. "Bloody hell! Well I'm sure it was a lovely sight. Did you return the favour? Wouldn't be the first time this ones' seen your pecker."

"True." Wells laughed.

"Do more then take pictures this time then?" asked John as he pulled into a round about.

Wells leaned back, looking smug. "What can I say? After hearing about how Oscar satisfied you, I had to see for myself."

"Oi, fuck off!" I protested, but I couldn't help grinning. "You're the one who was gagging for it mate and beside you got a mouthful of my dick first."

John shook his head, still chuckling. "I've created a couple of monsters, haven't I?"

End of chapter.

I'm thinking about getting them to take things further, let me know what you guys wanna see.