Why was he still staring?
It didn't matter how long I looked, my eyes were always drawn back to John and his crew, the foreman of the aerial gang from AC/DC aerials, working on the roof nextdoor.
The other two lads working with him called him John, Jonnie or Boss. His quiet authority seemed to make him a natural leader.
My name was Tony. I was at Uni and living with my parents in the hols and we'd agreed with my neighbour to keep an eye on the men working on the chimney stack and the aerial while he was away for the week. Mum and dad had gone away for two days and I was alone.
But why was I still staring at them? Any minute they would feel my eyes piercing them and one or perhaps all three would turn and give me "the look". I couldn't help it. John had me in a trance. I had never been so captivated by another man.
But I knew I wasn't gay, no way!
I had never felt like this before in all my nineteen years. No other man had held me spellbound. My throat was dry and that seemed like a good enough reason to get their attention.
"Hey guys," I called up to them, trying to keep my voice low and even.
"Anyone want a cold drink? It's pretty hot out today. Mike said to keep an eye on you while he's away. Anything you want, I'm your man."
All three heads turned in unison and I gasped at the pose John took up. His stance was assertive and strong as he straightened his back, with hands on hips and crumpled shorts creasing around his ample packet.
He had looked good from the back but from the front he was all man. The reflective shades and wide brimmed hat hid his facial features but his body shone in a halo of glittering sweat and sunlight.
" OK man, what you offering?" called back Rod, the tall, slim young man, and there were some sniggers from the other two guys. Rod was the tallest, the youngest (early 20s), and had the cheeky attitude many workmen adopted to keep things polite but friendly.
"Any chance of a beer?" asked Sam with a wink, He was the fittest and most tanned of the three. He was muscled in a way that spoke of long hours at the gym, big arms and a wide chest. He was the most handsome and I admired his fit body.
"Yeh, I got some beer", I called back, never taking my eyes off John, the Boss man.
"What you think boss? They earned a beer?" I called up.
John took off his hat and used it to wipe his forehead. Sweat was dripping down his hair and the back of his neck. I could only watch, open mouthed as he stripped off his sweat soaked T and rubbed it over his chest and arms.
Fuck, I thought I was gonna pass out with excitement. Jonnie the Boss had just pulled on his cock and balls, openly rearranging his junk in those sexy shorts.
"Well? Any chance of a beer mate?" asked Sam as he gave his boss the once over.
"It's been a hot morning and there's only ten minutes before we break for lunch. I know the "no drinking at work" rule but it is Friday and I'm parched."
John looked down with his authoritative stare. He clearly didn't like the idea, perhaps because he hadn't thought of it, but as he licked his lips I could see the beginnings of a smile turning up the corner of his mouth.
Hmm. The Boss could be tempted. Nice to know.
"Ok," John said at last. "Lets have an early break and then get back to it. We've gotta square this away today or someone has overtime at the weekend."
They all groaned at the thought and slid down the ladder nimbly as I pulled off the caps of three bottles.
" Cheers mate. This is mighty nice of ya," chirped Rod. "Just what the doctor ordered." With that I watched mesmerised as he gulped down two thirds of the liquid and his Adam's apple bobbed with each slurp.
He had also removed his shirt and he wiped off his face before stuffing it down the back of his tight denim shorts.
Fuck, I'm gonna die of testosterone overload,I thought.
Before I had time to think any more Sam was in front of me, blocking out the sun. He eagerly reached for his bottle and up-ended it, making his arm muscles bulge and ripple as he flexed, gulping it down to relieve his parched throat.
So now I was left with John's bottle and I looked around for him expectantly. I saw him standing ten yards away with his back to the group and his mobile tucked into his ear. His legs were planted wide, one hand on his hip and his broad back glistened in the sun. He stood there like a bronze god.
The sun caressed his body, as I wished my hands could, making the hairs on his legs glisten and gleam.
A soft sigh escaped from my lips and as I moved forward John turned. I held out the bottle and he took it with barely a nod. It was only when he took off his hat and shades and wiped the sweat from his face that I let out a soft gasp.
Fuck, he was gorgeous! And I had no idea what to do.
The buzz cut and the stubble suited his rugged look. I was fascinated with his arms and chest, in fact every naked part of the Boss's forty something flesh held me captive. I knew I wanted to lick and kiss my way over every uncovered inch, and then do the same to the covered parts.
"Uhumm." John gently cleared his throat, startling me back to the present.
"Are you ok man?"
"Oh yeh... yeh. I guess I zoned out for a minute. Must need a drink too."
"Here. Have a sip of mine. Then perhaps get inside out of the sun."
"Yes, no.. I mean I want to... I need to..... want to see you... see what you are up to. Oh fuck, you know what I mean."
John smirked and his eyes lit up with humour. "Seems to me that you're a bit confused. I seen you looking at me all morning. The other guys aren't getting the same treatment. They'll get jealous if you aren't careful. We tend to share everything. Real buddies. Know what I mean???"
He winked, smiled that sexy grin and moved his hand to his cock.
"Guess it's the foreman's perks, getting the extra attention," and he stepped towards me, so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck and the smell of his body sweat.
My eyes rolled up into my head and I felt myself stumble and slide down onto my knees. As I did so I had reached out to John's arm to try and stop my slide downwards. He felt strong and firm and just for an instand I could see the crotch of his shorts right in front of my face.
"Oh fuck, no," I murmered as I realised where I was heading. I clutched desperately at the hard body in front of me and only succeeded in tangling my hands with the tight material of John's work shorts. Next I knew I was completely down and the world was spinning as I blacked out.
"Hey man. You OK?"
I could hear a voice dimly and muffled and I tried to stand but firm hands held me down.
"No no mate. Best not move for a bit. You were only out for a second or two but lie still for a while eh?"
I blinked and tried to sit up but my head felt so heavy I let it sink back to the ground. I was dimly aware of three pairs of legs standing over me. They were all thick calved and brown tanned, in dusty work boots.
One pair bent and John's fit body lowered until his chest and head came into view.
"Hey man. That ever happened before?" he asked in a gentle. concerned tone.
" I normally have that effect on the ladies, but never with a guy." Sam tried to add a bit of humour to the mix.
"In your dreams," chuckled Rod.
"Fuck yeh. You can't even get a lady interested, let alone get em in yr bed," said Rod. "Or a man come to that."
"Ok, OK enough of the banter," answered the Boss man. " Lets get this guy off the ground before he gets to like it down there. Do you think you can stand with a bit of help?"
I held out a hand and Rod caught me under my armpit and they hefted together and got me on my feet.
Christ the smell of those men alone was enough to send me off into another swoon. I loved the attention and the feeling of their hands on my bare skin. Now that I was recovering I felt the blood flowing to my groin. Oh no, not a stiffy now. I'd certainly fantasised and used my hand to get some relief every day since the three of them had been working here but I didn't want to embarrass myself.. I wasn't gay aftef all. What??
"Thanks for your help. I'm fine. I'll just get into the shade and....." Oh no,I stumbled over my own big feet and nearly went sprawling again.
"Hey come on John, give us a hand," said Rob as he supported me with his slim, fit body tucked under my arm as he moved towards my wide open patio door.
"Lets get him inside," and I saw him jiggle his bushy eyebrows as his grin broadened.
I felt myself stiffen as both men leaned into me and placed their arms around my waist and mine over their shoulderst. Fuck I could get used to this and my body was reacting in a very positive way. I looked down and could see my cock tenting the material of my shorts.
We walked slowly, in time, toward the patio doors and they succeeded in getting me over the threshold and onto the sofa of a large sitting room. They hadn't passed comment on my predicament and I thought I'd gotten away with it until John looked deep into my eyes and bent his head so his mouth was close to my ear.
"Best wait a bit before you take care of that beast," and he glanced at my lap with a smirk. "I'll look back in before we go to check if there's anything special I can do for you", and he winked. "Just chill until I get back."
I heard the men laughing and joking as they left to grab their lunch. They must think I'm mad, I thought. I closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep as I stretched out on the couch.
As I dozed I dreamed of cock. Big pink cock and smaller red cock. Cut and uncut, and they swirled and morphed in and out of my mind as I lay back and slept.
