Also this story contains fantasy scenes of unprotected sex. This is fiction, not real life. Always protect yourself and wear a condom.
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My heart was pounding, my ass convulsing and my cock dripping as the stud behind me rammed his massive plum-headed cock hard and fast into my gaping ass. My head was reeling as I backtracked to how I ended up in this delightful predicament—
My house is my pride and joy and I'm continually making updates and improvements as I can afford them. As a single gay man, I don't have many other expenses so my house is my obsession. The latest update was the remodeling of the sun-porch. I'd interviewed a few local companies, checked references and one seemed to stand out . . . so I hired them. About a week later they showed up at my door and I had a pleasant surprise. The "company" was two friends who did renovation and handyman work. Both guys were in their late 20's or early 30's. Brad, who did most of the talking, was a thick, muscular blond that was built like a high school wrestler. Not the knotted oversized muscles you see on TV, just nice, thick and tight. His partner, Jake, was taller and more lean than massive with a short, dark beard and liquid brown eyes that you just wanted to fall into. Needless to say I was delighted at the opportunity to ogle these two beauties while they worked on my project.
"Mr. Howard?" asked Brad.
"Please, just Jackson. Let me show you the job." I motioned them both into the house and down the hallway. Letting them walk in front of me, I got an eyeful of their tight construction worker asses as we made our way to the sun porch. I carefully went over my plans while Brad jotted down notes as I talked. We discussed a few changes and they made suggestions. Overall, I was pleased with them and eager to get started.
Over the next few days my house was filled with the noise of hammers and saws as the two busted their asses to get the work done. I made sure they had a steady supply of snacks and drinks, giving me a reason to check out their bodies as they worked. On the final day it turned miserably hot and to my delight the men stripped off their shirts and spent the day in nothing with shorts and work boots.
About mid-afternoon there was a soft knock at my bedroom door, where I was working. Looking up I saw Brad standing there, his hairy blond chest glistening with sweat as he wiped his dripping face.
"Hey Jackson, sorry to bother you. But would it be ok if I used your bathroom. I've really gotta piss!"
"Sure! It's right there. Help yourself."
Brad smiled, showing his perfect white teeth, then strolled into the bathroom. He left the door open so after a few seconds I couldn't help but hear the powerful stream hitting the toilet. Easing back in my chair I looked into the bathroom and watched as Brad drained his bladder, his ass clenched and his pelvis arched forward as he pissed. As he finished and shook the last drops of urine from his dick, I could see his meaty appendage flop up and down. I let my eyes wonder up his back and shoulders, suddenly realizing that he was watching me in the mirror while I drooled over his hot body. As our eyes met I quickly looked away, moving back to my work, but knowing that I'd been caught. As I tapped away at my keyboard I heard Brad clear his throat. Looking up I saw him standing in the doorway, slowly jacking his exposed cock.
"This what you were trying to see Jackson?"
I swallowed hard, and slowly nodded.
Walking across the room he stopped inches from my face as his hand continued to slowly travel up and down his cut cock.
"Well, what'da you think?"
I looked up and saw the horny look on his chiseled face and smiled at him. Lifting my hand to intercept his, I took his growing cock and squeezed it. I worked it slowly, rubbing my thumb over his piss slit and sliding my hand down his hardening manhood.
"Oh yeah, that feels great," Brad said sighing.
I reached up and undid the button on his shorts. Finding bare skin underneath, I let them fall to his ankles. Running my fingers through his short, curly public hair, up his belly and bare chest, I enjoyed his body.
"Ummm, trimmed. Very nice," I said.
"Yeah, I like to keep everything nice and tidy. You never can tell when the opportunity might come along to get some hot action."
"Oh yeah, very sexy." I said as his hard, flat stomach slid under my hand. Reaching up, I rubbed one of his nipples, getting a low groan in response.
"Fuck. That's nice. Feels really good Jackson. Keep it up."
Moving back down, I gripped his nuts in my hand and tugged them. His cock had transformed from a plump snake into a hard pipe of manhood topped with a huge red head. Gripping his dick in both hands I leaned forward, stabbing my tongue into his slit and then burrowed it into his dick. Sliding my hands down his shaft, I pulled the skin taut and began running my tongue around and around his head, teasing the sensitive rim of his swollen red cockhead. Trapping my head between his rough calloused hands, Brad pulled me off his man pole. As the tip of his boner slid out of my lips he tilted my face up so we were locked in a hot gaze.
"Man, I haven't had any decent ass since I got married. My wife won't take my cock up her chute, says it's too big. You'll give me some ass won't you Jackson? You want my cock up your tight hole? Come on man! Help a guy out."
Standing up, I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and then dropped my shorts. I watched Brad as I slowly began to lower my tight boxer briefs, finally stepping out of them. Running my hands over my smooth hairless skin, I closed my eyes and rubbed my hardened nipples. Opening my eyes, I watched Brad resume stroking his cock as he enjoyed my performance. I walked to the nightstand, pulled out a large bottle of lube, and handed it to Brad once he had shuffled over to the bed, his feet still trapped by his own shorts. Turning to face him, I reach up and twisted both his nipples and then fell back onto the bed. I opened my legs wide, exposing my smooth butthole to the rough man in front of me.
"Is that answer enough for you?" I quipped.
"Fuck yeah!"
