Sexual
Engineer 1- 3
By
John – [email protected]
Stuart arrived at the site in early December and was assigned as section engineer for part of a road by-pass scheme around a small northern town. The contract was not due to officially commence till after the Christmas break, so the preliminary work was setting up the offices for his company and the consultants who would oversee them, the materials compound, mechanics sheds, toilets and such like.
The company booked him into a small pub called `The Meadows’, that also had a few rooms for guests and a restaurant, but made it clear his stay was temporary and after Christmas he and a few more engineers would be moving into some houses they had bought for the contract duration. Although not to be living at the pub for long, nevertheless he could take his lunch and evening meal there up to a weekly cost limit while he was on this job. Being outside the main town it was just about the only place in the district that did hot meals, so it was not as if he had much choice about the arrangements. But it was still better than his previous stint, where he had stayed on site with other engineers in a cramped mobile home.
This was his fourth contract and he was pleased to see that there were a few familiar faces around. The General Foreman or GF as he was usually referred to, on his section would be Stanley, a genial man who had not long to go before retirement. Also there was Danny the Senior Engineer, both men he had known from his initial start with the company back in his home town.
At least from what he had seen so far, it looked like it would be an okay contract.
“There you go Stuart, the keys for 45,
He thanked Jerry the store-man and made a note to drive past and take a look before he left back to his home town for the holidays.
Stuart’s Christmas was like all those since leaving school, going out with friends and getting drunk on the eve, stuffing himself at his parents place on the big day and the one after, then slowly getting bored as the holiday rolled around to the New Year celebrations. Different to every other industry, the construction one didn’t go back to work directly after the New Year, too many people with hangovers. Plus given the usual bad weather, some bright spark had thought it a good idea to give them an extra week to recover from the festivities.
They had foresight, for right on the first
day of the New Year, the temperature plummeted and became the focus of everyday
news. Even so, Stuart was happy at the prospect of returning when he locked up
his small apartment and piled his belongings into the car for the drive back
across
Leaving his gear, he went down to the compound to see Jerry.
“Yes, they phoned and said the shipment from the main warehouse was delayed due to the holiday and weather, but it should be there this afternoon.”
“And if its not?” queried Stuart. “Do we stay at the `The Meadows’?”
“’Fraid not, already full with other newcomers for the site. To be on the safe side though, I will give you some foam mattresses and blankets we have from the medical room. Should give you something comfortable to sleep on for a night if the worst comes to the worst.”
It did. He called back at the house after work finished finding no furniture had been delivered. So he dumped the couple of foam mattress and blankets and went off down the pub for something to eat.
After eating he found the Site Manager holding court in the public bar, but luckily buying drinks for all in a welcome back and New Year thing. In and amongst, he heard the name of Richard Hopkins and introduced himself as the other occupant of the house. Richard was like so many he had already seen, two years at university and thinking they were going to be all conquering on site doing their year’s practical. Apart from that, he seemed okay.
It must be said now that Stuart had never been to University. He got his break after completing day release and evenings at the local technical college while working for a small home town builder. A boom in national construction work when he decided to move on had the company hanging out for him when they came to town for the same reason they were doing here, building a by-pass. Since then he had at least proved himself and had been offered continual posts ever since. Still, he was always a bit nervous around University guys, knowing they could run rings round him in the theory, but not as experience had shown, always in the practical.
He gave Richard a lift back at the evenings end, and they quickly chose who wanted which bedroom and laid out the mattresses and bedding. Stuart grabbed a quick shower and then shouted out to Rich his good nights. He heard him follow on to the bathroom as he dozed off.
Chapter
2
Stuart woke after a couple of hours,
totally frozen. He checked his watch which told him it was
Room by room, he toured the house looking for a thermostat or anything that controlled the heating. He hadn’t a clue where the boiler was but thought it may be in the kitchen. He suspected it had been placed in an old fireplace, because the front was now a removable cover, but only if you had a screwdriver. “Shit” he cursed for the umpteenth time, it would have to wait until tomorrow.
The only thing he could think of to put over the bed, were some towels he had brought with him. Even before he went to the bathroom, he knew they were hardly big enough and it looked like he would have to get dressed and sleep fully clothed if he was ever going to stand a chance of getting warm.
He pulled the towels off the shelf and turned round to go back to his room. Coming face to face with Richard made him jump out of his skin.
Richard was stood in the doorway, a blanket covering his head like a cloak. He looked pale and was shivering and reminded Stuart of a character from a horror film.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” said Stuart.
“No, I’m so cold I can’t sleep” replied Rich, his teeth chattering.
“Me too, I’ve been looking for the boiler so I could turn it back on, but I can’t find it anywhere.”
“We can’t even make ourselves a cup of tea” said Rich, as though that summed it all up.
Stuart gave it some thought.
“How many blankets have you?”
“Just the two the store-man gave. I couldn’t face coming up on the train with bedding, anyway I was told the place would be fully furnished so I only have a sheet from home. Thought I would be able to buy anything extra once I was here.”
“Yes, but we got to get through tonight first.” said Stuart.
“How about if you brought your mattress into my room and we made them into one bed. That doubles everything up. It’s the only answer for tonight I reckon.”
“Good thinking” said Rich, his tone lightening a little.
Quickly they remade the bed using all the sheets, blankets and dry towels.
They slid between the sheets and although it was much better, given how cold it was they really would need a thick duvet at least.
Richard’s feet touched his legs.
“Fuck” cursed Stuart. “They are like icebergs”
“That’s how I feel all over” said Rich, his teeth chattering again.
Out of necessity, slowly they closed together. Richard, being a few inches smaller than Stuart, curled up and snuggled with his back into his chest. Neither would have done this at any other time but unspoken words let both know this is what they had to do and it was okay.
As they began to thaw out, sleep came in return. Some sixth sense kept them glued together for warmth and legs intertwined and arms went over chests to hug closer still.
Stuart woke early and it was still dark. He
turned onto his back and picked up the small travel alarm he had placed at one
side.
Perhaps it was the heating that had woken him, for he became aware of creaking and muffled banging as the unknown boiler came to life and began to push hot water through the pipes once again.
Richard turned over to face into him, hooking a leg over one of his and snaked his arm across his chest. Far from annoying, to the contrary it felt comforting to have him snuggle up like this.
He lay looking up at the ceiling, listening to Richard’s contented breathing and feeling the warm whoosh of air as he exhaled across his chest. With his arm at his side, Richard had pressed his groin against it, so gently he eased it out and put it around his back. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to sleep for another hour.
His body clock woke him and he knew it was the time to get up for work. He reached out for the alarm to switch it off a few minutes before it had time to wake the street.
The room felt warm now and he dared to push back the sheets a little. Richard quietly slept on and he lay watching him for a time.
He was a year younger and a few inches shorter. Nothing special about him, not fat, nor stocky nor thin. But he looked well proportioned for his size, so that you didn’t notice his height.
A smile crept across Stuart’s face when he realised Rich had a hard on. He could feel it pressed into his thigh and occasionally it would jump beneath his underwear. So as not to startle him, he ran his hand gently up and down his back giving a prod at various points to wake him.
Richard murmured, his sleep beginning to break up. Stuart heard his lips smack and a sleepy groan escape. He could feel his body start to fight waking; he shuffled which made his leg reach further over. His hips humped into his thigh so that Rich’s hard on was easily felt. The hand across his chest moved down and clasped the outside of his hips. He hadn’t realised immediately but with Rich’s forearm now across groin, it was pressing his own morning hard on. The pressure made it jump uncontrollably.
On any other day, Stuart would have slipped down his hand and given himself the morning jerk off, but not today, not with visitors in the bed.
“Richard, wake up time” he whispered.
Rich groaned. “Oh no, I’ve only just got warm” he murmured.
He squeezed tighter into Stuart, trying to fight the inevitable. He turned from being on his side to more face down, laying half of his body across Stuart. His face buried into the warmth between his arm and chest, the hand slowly slid up his body till it was hooked around his shoulder.
“I hate getting up when its cold” he said at last. “Cant we stay here and sleep all day” he joked.
Stuart stroked his back a little.
“Pigs can’t fly either you know”
It was getting late, so Stuart brought it too a head and kicked down the bedding, which brought a howl of protest.
Still half asleep Rich stood up and got his bearings. His hard-on stuck out prominently but he didn’t appear to care. Stuart checked the clock and realised he hadn’t the time to worry about showing his either.
Grabbing the towels he went to the bathroom for a shower, Rich trailing behind.
It was an in the bath kind. As Stuart washed himself off, he was a little shocked to find Richard getting in and sitting at the end of the bath waiting for him to finish.
Stuart always told himself he didn’t care about nudity, but whenever he came across it like now, he reasoned his shock was due to finding someone who didn’t care either. Not that it had ever happened often in his life.
He had heard the toilet flush while he washed, so presumed the hard on would have gone with the pee, but Rich’s dick was still half hard and he absently brushed it as he made a little small talk waiting for him to finish.
He made a mental note that he was average in size, slightly smaller than himself which gave him some satisfaction in a far distant corner of his mind. Not that he was interested in cocks, but he would have admitted specially while at school, to looking at others in the changing rooms to check if he himself was normal, or undersize or whatever. He now knew he wasn’t, but there was always an urge to check again, or so he told himself.
Chapter 3
It reminded him of first day back at school. People trying to find where everything was, the drawing for this section and that section. Where the instruments were kept, the pegs and stakes. Where the lab was, the stores and electricians and mechanics. Which petrol station to use for the company vehicles.
At the best of times, little would have happened on the first day, and the first day back after a long holiday. But this time the cold was thrown in.
The office toilets were frozen, there was no tea at break times. The receptionist was cursing and had to walk down to the `The Meadows’ to use their facilities. Not a piece of equipment stirred till late morning. The mechanics rigged up a Land Rover with every spare battery they had and after waiting a suitable time to fully charge them, toured the site jump starting all the plant. That is if there was no frozen condensation in the diesel lines. Chaos was taking shape quite nicely.
Stuart went to the stores to see Jerry.
“You know anything about the heating at number 45?”
“No, why?” he answered disinterested.
“We can’t find any controls for it”
“You’ve no heating?” said Jerry, a little more concerned.
“Yes, we have heating till around 11-30, then it shuts off and the house turns into a fridge.”
“That’s it? You have got heating but you’re complaining it shuts off and you want to keep it running twenty four hours or something?”
“Well” replied Stuart now a little unsure of his reasoning. “Its just so bloody cold, and we don’t have the bedding or even furniture yet.”
“My heart fucking bleeds for you” tutted Jerry. “My advice to you mate, is don’t make a song and dance about it. There are a few others here who don’t have fucking central heating, so they won’t be best pleased to hear you whining about it. Know what I mean? And I called the furniture people already and they have promised to send the stuff today. Anything else I can help you with?”
“No, thanks. Lets us know when they arrive will you.”
“I will” said Jerry decisively. “Now fuck off out of my office and let me deal with some real problems.”
Stuart walked away feeling thoroughly pissed off. Was he really making a mountain out of a mole hill or not. He had to admit that it didn’t go across like he wanted to, but if Jerry had to spend the night there he would have been a bit more sympathetic.
The rest of the day rapidly got swallowed up in programme meetings and preparing site information for what had been decided upon. Tomorrow he would have to be on site setting out for excavations, drain runs and trial holes. He was going to be really busy for the coming weeks.
Like most of the others, he stayed late preparing for the next day’s site work. Hunger finally tore him away and he gave a ride to a couple of others down to the `The Meadows’ and something to eat.
After eating it was a quick drink in the bar and then on to the house. Jerry hadn’t left any messages so he already knew what to expect. He opened the front door to see the same empty rooms as he left that morning.
“Fucking asshole furniture shops” he said out loud.
Barely had he taken his coat off when Richard walked in and said almost the same thing.
“You eaten?” asked Stuart. “I didn’t see you at the pub”
“Yeah, went to a cheap café in town with Harry.”
“Harry, your section’s GF?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s he like? In the meeting today it seemed like he thought every subcontractor was a cunt and he was going to screw them all.”
“I know, but when he is not talking about work, he’s okay” assured Rich.
“Anyway, what we going to do tonight? I’m tired but its only 9 o’ clock. All we have here is a bed to sleep on.”
“My mom got me a little TV cum Video if you want to watch something. It’s only a 14”, but it’s something. Not sure I want to drink tonight, its going to be really busy tomorrow.”
“You didn’t bring it on the train did you?”
“No, sent up some stuff by parcel to the stores before Christmas.” replied Rich.
Stuart had had a drink already at the pub and really didn’t want to go back there.
“TV it is then”
“How about if we go to bed and watch it. Then we can get warm and probably asleep before the heat goes off.” suggested Rich.
“Now you’re thinking” grinned Stuart.
While Stuart showered, Rich went to his room and brought out the TV, setting it up on a cardboard box at the foot of the mattress. When Stuart came back in, it was already on.
“Ace!” he exclaimed.
He put on a clean pair of briefs undercover of his towel and slipped into bed. He was slightly piqued by having to wear briefs in bed, the inconvenience of sharing. But the TV more than made up for that. Richard, happy with his cardboard table went to take his shower.
“Great, you already warmed the bed” said Rich sliding in. Stuart felt his still damp skin and it momentarily chilled him once more.
“What’s on”? asked Rich enthusiastically.
They decided on watching a movie on BBC2. Yet only half an hour later Stuart noticed Rich was already asleep. Once he knew that, he found it difficult to concentrate himself and bargained a good sleep would be better than slugging it out till the end of the movie. He slipped out of bed and pulled the plug on the TV.
The heat was still on and the bed nice and warm so that he had no need to cuddle up to Rich and could keep some distance between. He went through his getting to sleep ritual of being on his back, then turning on one side and then the other. Before finally dozing off he realised he found the most comfortable position, spooned up behind Rich. Sleeping with someone was not so bad after all.