Sexual Engineer 10-13
By John – [email protected]
The following
Monday Richard didn’t come in from work till very late. Stuart was already in
bed and reading a book when he heard him. He had a visitor and soon guessed it
was Harry by the tone of voice. He heard Rich make some coffee and the TV
switched on in the lounge. He thought little of it to begin with and went back
to his book. Soon he was distracted again, thinking Rich had turned up the
volume on the TV and wondered why, it being so late.
Even by himself,
he suddenly blushed realising it wasn’t the TV at all, but the sound of
Richard. Only one thing could make him make such a noise. Stuart closed the
book and buried himself in the sheets, trying to shut out visions which wouldn’t
stop passing before his mind’s eye.
He awoke the next
morning with Rich by his side and determined not to mention last night unless
he did.
On Wednesday, he
decided to join Richard down `The Crown’. It had been a busy day at work and he
had set out the first section of carriageway on this job, so a good excuse for
a private celebration. It was only a small part of the ancillary works, but it
was a roadway and it meant the underground works were now at their peak and
attention would move steadily to ground level from now on.
The pub was really
busy and full of familiar faces from the site. Plenty of workers called for him
and Rich to join with them, but he followed Rich’s lead and sat with a group in
one corner. He found himself with some of the steel-fixers, a subcontract
outfit that placed all the reinforcing steel in the concrete structures. They
worked mainly on Rich’s section, where there were two bridges and an underpass,
so he didn’t know them as well as Richard did. But they were very friendly and
he soon relaxed in good company.
To a one, they
were Irish, so he really had to tune his ears to the dialect. But in no time he
was soon in stitches with the famous humour. Half the time he had no idea if
they were being serious or poking fun, but virtually everything said was cause
for laughter.
As people moved
around and changed seats with trips to the bar or toilets, he found himself
next to Michael. He had lilting accent which Stuart found easier to understand
than most and really pleasant on the ear. Michael was also a good
conversationalist, keeping up some serious topics among the light hearted
banter flowing around them.
“I heard from one
of the Quantity Surveyors that the steel-fixers earned more money than anyone
else, including the site manager” stated Stuart.
“Maybe we do, but
that has to be a good week. And if it pours with rain or there are any
hold-ups, we are paid nothing, so I don’t think you can talk about only the
good weeks”.
Stuart persisted.
“From what he told me, you earn around ten times more than I do”
“Sure, and don’t
we do ten times the work?” he shot back, giving him a nudge.
Stuart had watched
them many a time, carrying the big steel bars around the job, or whipping the long
heavy bars into place as if they were made of rope. He didn’t envy them, they
were on piece work and at it non-stop. Now he noticed they had come directly
from site to the pub and were still in working clothes. All their jeans and
shirts were ripped by being caught on the sharp end of the bars or snagged on
the tying wire. Definitely not a job he would aspire too.
“So what do you do
with all that money?” asked Stu at one point.
Michael was very
easy to talk with and he was curious. Everyone had this preconceived idea that
they pissed it against the wall every night. Even if that were partly true,
they obviously couldn’t do the job in the first place.
“So far, I bought
my parents a farm, meself a house in my home town. And
a real nice property in
Stuart was amazed
and it showed.
“Those in
He paused smiling
yet holding something back.
“You think I’m
your fucking average mick, I can tell” he grinned without
taking offence. “But one thing I wont be doing is this job all me life, not
even fucking half of it. What about you?”
Stuart had nothing
to show for his independence as yet, the apartment back home was rented. When
he found out Michael was only two years his senior, he really moved up in his
estimation.
The bell clanged
last orders and Stuart wondered where the night had gone. He asked when he would
be in again, having really enjoyed the conversation.
“I’m here most
nights for an hour after work before the van goes back to town, waiting for the
stragglers. But tonight we missed it, so we’ll be dossing
with the carpenters in the caravans at site.”
Stuart said he
would be in Friday next and would like to have a drink with him. In a show of
old fashioned manners, Michael walked him out to the car park. Just before
leaving the pub Rich informed him that Harry had been in the games room all the
while and would give them a lift back home, so no need to walk.
………………..
Rich offered to
make them all coffee but Stu declined, so he said
goodnight and went to bed leaving them in the lounge.
This time the
animal sounds from downstairs didn’t disturb Stuart. Instead he was thinking of
Michael and how he had enjoyed the evening. So easy going, it really felt as if
he’d known him for ages. And he loved the permanent smile he wore, and the way
his eyes twinkled behind those amazingly long eyelashes and the long wayward
curly hair that touched his shoulders. On the other hand, with his growth of stubble
he might well have looked a real bum. And
if you didn’t know better would never imagine such a tight slim body could
throw around steel all day long. It was odd that someone should fill his
thoughts so much, but Stuart didn’t care and would go out of his way to make
sure they had a drink together again. He wanted to hear that voice sing out the
words another time. Even the bad language didn’t sound bad the way he spoke.
The following
afternoon he made the time to walk the full length of the site, keeping an eye
out for Michael as there were numerous places he could be working. He found him
and his buddy in a trench, constructing the reinforcement cage that would form
the base of a retaining wall. It was mostly light weight steel in this, so he
watched them put down the bars for the matting, tying them to the next with a
few twists of tie wire and dexterous flicks of their trademark pliers which
they all carried in a leather belt. The weight of the belt had pulled down his
jeans so that when he bent over the top of his ass was exposed a little, which
for some reason amused Stuart.
Carried away in
thought, he didn’t hear Michael call out to him at first.
“I said, you come to give us a hand or what?”
Stuart laughed and
shook his head no.
“I thought so”
said Michael turning to his mate. “This job’s too fucking dirty for his likes,
might get a bit of muck on his hands.”
Stuart shook his
head again, as if he would know the first thing about what they were doing
really.
“So, if you’re not
helping, fuck off or we’ll charge you for watching” he cracked.
“Ah, that’s how
you make your money then!” quipped Stu.
“Might just be and
all” shouted Michael, “but you’re still buying tomorrow night!”
He waved goodbye
and went on his walk feeling good after meeting him on the job.
…………
Stuart was sitting
down to scrambled eggs on toast and a read of the newspaper when Rich and Harry
walked in.
“Kettles just
boiled if you want coffee” offered Stuart.
“Harry has to go
into town, so is having a shower here instead of driving all the way home and
back again” explained Rich
With that they
both went upstairs. He could clearly hear the floorboards creaking everywhere,
first the bathroom and then to Richard’s room. It was not long before the
creaking became rhythmical as the bed knocked against the wall. Before he had finished his plate, Harry
called cheerio from the hallway and was off. Instead of coming in to the
kitchen, Rich went upstairs once more and took another shower.
It was some time
before Rich re-appeared as Stuart watched the TV.
“How’s it going?”
asked Stu.
“Not bad, no
hold-ups at work and we are a bit ahead of programme now.”
“You’re going at
it a bit strong aren’t you?”
“What do you
mean?” answered Rich, either genuinely not in tune or faking innocence.
“You know, with
Harry.”
“What about
Harry?” replied Rich just a little too defensively.
If he didn’t know
what he meant then he was not going to spell it out for him. Stu just stared back saying nothing.
“Alright, alright,
I know what you mean. Its unbelievable isn’t it, I mean it’s all too crazy, I can’t
believe what’s happening really” said Rich, suddenly eager to get it off his
chest.
“What is really
happening?”
“He says its like
he really never had sex for the last twenty years and has a lot of catching up
to do, tells me I am better than going with a woman, which he doesn’t want to
do”
“And
what about you? What do
you think?”
“It’s fucking incredible
man. I still think I’m dreaming half of it. I mean, it’s like he knocks me half
way into the middle of next week each time we do it and I just can’t believe
it. It’s fantastic!”
“So you’re happy
with it all?”
“Happy? Like a pig
in shit happy. It’s great, I like Harry and he’s always been fine with me, so
why not. Anyway, what you watching? Anything good on?”
That was it, all
his reasoning and justification. Nothing more was said on the subject.
By lunchtime
Friday, Stuart was already looking forward to the Crown & Anchor and
talking with Michael again. Yet he kept the possibility that Michael would not
be there, have gone back to town with the rest of his workmates, or perhaps he
would have to share him in only general conversation with a whole group of
them.
When he walked in
to the pub, there he was evidently keeping a close eye on the door for him. He
beamed delightedly and he couldn’t help responding. Quickly Michael shoved people up in the
perimeter seating to make way and Stuart bought a couple of pints to take to
the table before sitting down to join them.
“I said I was
buying” said Stuart, almost letting the wet glasses slip through his fingers
before setting them down. The rough landing spilt a little.
“You pissed
already or it’s just the smell of beer that does that?” joked
Michael.
“Cheers!” he
responded taking a swig of his own.
The whole table
automatically followed suit.
Michael was not in
his work clothes this time and looked smart, at least to Stuart. Black cord
jeans and a simple white shirt that was not tucked in and had the top few
buttons opened. He still looked like had had not shaved but this somehow added
to his looks. Whenever Michael leaned
forward against the table, the belt-less jeans pulled away allowing Stuart if
he leaned back, to have a tantalising glimpse. He expected to see underwear but
didn’t. And if he slouched into the seat, then the shirt rode up at the front and
revealed a neat hair trail down and out of sight into the loose waist, equally
open at the front as the back. Yet they clung to his hips and thighs tightly
emphasising his trim shape.
“Hi Stuart” said
Rich making him jump.
“Didn’t know you
were in” apologised Stu.
“Came straight
from work, we been in the games room playing darts.” He gestured to Harry
walking out the door.
“You leaving or
something?” wondered Stu.
“We’ll be back,
Harry’s running me home so I can shower and change.”
Stuart grinned.
“What?” snapped Rich.
“Nothing, enjoy”
replied Stu.
Knowing his poor
ruse had been busted, he grinned along with him for a few moments while they
seemed to read each other’s thoughts, before turning to leave.
“See you later” he
called back.
The casual sex
they had developed in the cold winter had faded away as Rich’s friendship with
Harry grew. Stu didn’t mind, in fact wished him well.
He did miss it though, no denying, but they were still sleeping together most
nights which was better than being completely alone.
……….
The evening was
only disappointing in that it was over so fast for Stuart. There were just not
the hours to talk enough.
“What you doing
later” asked Stu.
“Sleeping in the
carpenters hell hole” replied Michael.
“You can sleep at
ours if you want?”
“Ah, that depends.
Only if your facilities run to a clean comfortable floor and an inside shower
and bog will I even consider it”
“You mean you
don’t have those now?”
“Ah, to be exact,
no” laughed Michael. “Find any spot you want in a mobile home shared by six
farting, belching, snoring carpenters and you got a good fucking deal”
“Well you’re
welcome if you want, there’s only the two of us up there. We could get a take
away at the Chinese place and walk back if you’re hungry.”
“Cant fucking
argue with that, can I? But only if you’re okay with me
getting up early. We have a full day tomorrow,
boss says we have to catch up with the south east retaining wall or something,
change of programme he says.”
“Sure” said Stu, “I’ll reset my alarm, its loud enough to wake the
dead.”
“Great, say no
more!” thanked Michael.
Stu let Rich know Michael would be stopping
over, but whether it was on the couch, floor or his bed he had no idea. Rich
said it was okay and would be in his own room tonight anyway.
The food was good,
leading Stuart to think it was the best Chinese take away he had come across.
And he was pleased Michael was coming back to the house. He didn’t care where
he slept, but at least he could talk to him on the walk to the shop and home
without being interrupted by everyone around.
“Nice place you
got” ventured Michael.
“All belongs to
the company, the first time they have put me in my own place, last site was a
caravan that was just like your carpenter mates have.”
“That’s all we
ever fucking get, site mobile homes or bottom of the town lodging houses or
cheap hotels” lamented Michael. “Sometimes I think we must be mad, then I think of the money” he laughed.
They finished a
mug of coffee together.
“So where are you
going to put me?” Michael asked.
“I can give you a
sheet and you can sleep on the floor in the lounge. You’d have to be a bit of a
contortionist to sleep on the sofa though. Or you can kip in my room.”
“Well the alarm is
going to mean us both waking up, so might as well keep us to the same room. No
point in pulling out any bedding for me” he offered.
With that Stuart
led the way upstairs and to his room.
“Fuck, this will
be
Stuart had been a
bit nervous about asking him back, so was really relieved to hear him say that.
He took the alarm
clock and began to reset the time while Michael started to undress. Stuart
wondered if he would keep some clothes on and dragged his feet about setting
the clock. Michael undid the remaining buttons on his shirt and hung it on the
back of the door.
“I left my work
clothes at the caravan, but I can grab them tomorrow morning, no problem” he
explained.
Stuart looked up
as he spoke and took his finely outlined chest and stomach. A feint swirl of
hair on his chest came together in a line running down the centre of his
stomach and below. He felt like he was
holding his breath as Michael pulled down the zip on his pants and kicked off
his socks.
“I remembered to
bring a clean shirt and pants today, but forgot the fucking clean knickers. Its
okay, I usually go without them half the time anyway” he explained with a
slight edge of embarrassment.
“Me too” said Stu trying to sound as casual as possible.
Out of the corner
of his eye he watched him remove the cords and stand naked.
“Which side is
yours?”
“Left” replied Stu looking at him for a moment. He noticed his cock was
quite long but appeared to be roughly the same thickness as his own.
“That’s fucking
great” said Michael slipping between the sheets. “A soft bed and clean sheets,
why I got to fucking work tomorrow?”
“The money, the
money” joked Stuart, pushing down his underwear and getting in his side.
“Ah
yes, the fucking money.
What would we be doing without it?”
“You’re not
working Sunday are you?” asked Stuart.
“Fuck no. We’re a
good Irish Catholic company, I’d have you know. Sacrilege working on a fucking
Sunday, I tell you!”
“How about going
into town tomorrow night for a change? You could stop over here after if you
want, make it a bit easier if we are out late.”
“If you’ve no plans, that would be great. Would I get a lie in on Sunday?”
“Sure” replied Stu.
“Fine, I’m sold”
laughed Michael. “Actually we have been working Sundays up to now, but not from
this week unless there’s another change of plan”.
They were silent
for a while.
“Been a good night
tonight, really enjoyed it” said Michael summing it up.
“Same here” echoed
Stu.
He shuffled a
little and their legs touched giving Stu an electric
shock. He decided he was being far too nervous about it all and told his mind to
begin planning for tomorrow night.
…………
A sixth sense had
Stuart waking a moment before the alarm rang out. He allowed himself to come
too after hitting the off button and turned over to look at Michael who
continued to sleep.
He was curled up
facing away, looking peaceful as only people can when having good dreams. Stu debated a few
moments how to wake him. He missed the cuddling of Rich and wished he could do
the same with his guest, but would never have dared to do so.
Reaching out he
gently shook his shoulder.
“Guess what time
we got?
“Oh fuck no, tell
me it’s not that time again” Michael complained, refusing to open his eyes or
move.
Stuart squeezed
his shoulder muscle and then the back of his neck, working his thumb each side
of his backbone.
They were silent a
while allowing Stu to continue his massage.
“Fuck, that feels good, just give me five minutes will you.”
He moved onto his
front cupping his face into the palms of his hands.
Stu had to change position to continue,
bringing up his knee and onto the back of his thighs for support. Finding that
he was being appreciated, he concentrated on Michaels
shoulders and the back of his head.
“Shit, that’s
fucking brilliant, where do you know this from?”
“Once had a
girlfriend who did physiotherapy.”
“You got your
monies worth if this stuff was all you got, feels great. You’ve no idea how I
ache after some days”
Stu’s lengthening dick fell off his thigh to
land on Michaels. He decided it was already too late to do anything about it
and chose to ignore the fact.
Emboldened, he
moved his hand slowly down his shoulders.
“If you continue
to do this, I am going to stay in this bed all day, and I cant
do that” he said dreamily turning on his side. In moving his body pressed into Stu and his hard dick squashed between them.
“But promise me
you will do it again tomorrow?”
“No problem”
replied Stuart, “I like to do it, makes me relax as well”
Slowly Michael sat
and then stood up. He rotated his shoulders and bent his head left and right,
up and down.
“Shit, you’re more
than an engineer” he smiled warmly at Stu.
Stu couldn’t help but see his dick, amazingly
long and sticking straight out. It didn’t seem to faze Michael though, who
sleepily pulled up his pants and had a little fight pushing it inside the tight
material. It looked even bigger behind the stretched fabric and appeared to lie
all the way to the side of his thigh.
Stuart followed him, his own filled out dick disappearing into briefs. He
went downstairs to make some coffee while Michael used the bathroom.
Coming into the
kitchen, Stu could still make out the semi hard dick.
He felt good that his massage may have been responsible.
“Do you want me to
come here straight from work?” asked Michael.
“Sure, why not?”
“I’ll be in my
muck, that’s all”
Stuart laughed,
“Its okay, seen it all before. Muck and clean”
Michael looked at
him sensing the double entendre. “That you have. Maybe you could lend me some clean
clothes, what size are you?”
“32”
waist, and you?”
“28”. Better
forget about pants or they will be falling off me arse down the high street or
worse”
They both laughed.
“No problem, you
can help yourself when you get here”
“Okay cheers; see
you later around six or so”
With that he was
off leaving Stuart standing in the doorway in his briefs holding a pot of
coffee. There was still at least an hour
before he had to make tracks himself, so he padded back to his room. First
thought was to lie down and listen to the morning radio, but then changed his
mind.
Shucking off his
briefs, he reached for the lotion bottle and gave himself a really good long
wank.
Chapter 11
Saturday mornings were not usually busy. The site only worked till lunchtime except for sections that had fallen behind schedule. He poured over the agreed programme for the coming week, pulling together his setting-out information, checking over the drawings and making a note of the different types of roadways he would be working on. To reflect traffic loading, roads were categorised each with a different specification and thickness of construction. He had to know this when setting out or the finished levels would end up wrong and cost someone a lot of money putting it right. He resisted the urge to find Michael and say “hi!”
From the site he went to the local supermarket and bought as much as he could remember for the week. Back home the place needed a bit of a clean, as did his bedding and clothes, so he took a couple of bags to the laundrette and spent an hour reading the newspaper till they were done.
Rich was home when he returned, looking like he was freshly changed.
“Off out?”
“Yeah, first to `The Crown’ and then see what gives later. You coming?”
“Yes, but not right now, too early for me to start drinking”
“Okay, see ya!” he said in a hurry to be off.
Stu made himself a coffee and a sandwich wondering if Michael would show up or not. It was already nearly six ‘o clock. He told himself not to worry if he didn’t; he had his own life firmly in place before last week and might well have had second thoughts on drinking with him two nights in a row. It made him feel a little depressed. He didn’t really want to walk into `The Crown’ by himself. Next week for sure, he would go back to his home town. It was a long weekend so it would be good to get away from here and break up the routine.
He started clock watching and silently began kicking himself. Almost seven! Reluctantly he went upstairs to take a shower and get changed, thinking he would have to go out by himself after all.
Above the noise of the running water came an unfamiliar sound. It took a while to be sure he was not imagining something before he heard loud and clear.
“Stuart, where the fuck are you” shouted Michael good humouredly.
Before he could respond, he heard him curse.
“Fuck, don’t say I fucking missed him. Stuart!!!!!”
“Up here” he shouted back.
Now he could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and then into the bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain grinning from ear to ear.
“Thank fuck for that! Thought I’d missed you.”
The smell of beer filled the room explaining where he had been.
“Saw your mate in `The Crown’, with Harry and a few of the others”
“You already had a skin full?” queried Stu.
“No way, but had to go with the lads. You know how they are, I don’t like all the questions if I’d have begged off straight from work. They’re a good crowd, but I like some private life for meself, don’t want to explain everything I am doing with them. You know?”
He was already pulling off his work clothes and throwing them into the corner.
“This thing fit two in?”
It didn’t really, but he made room all the same.
Instantly Stuart felt better, hearing Michael rattle on talking ten to the dozen, pouring out a torrent of conversation so evidently happy to be there.
They walked naked back to Stuart’s room, turning back the clock on the depression that had built before.
He opened up the drawers containing his clothes and let him rummage through. He tried on some underwear, but they just hung off his hips, so were dispensed with. Shirts were easy though and he found one he liked that fit him well. But pants were a different matter. The tightest Stuart had were dress pants brought for some occasion which had never come along. They had been bought years back and so were tight and might just pass on Michael. They did, but only with a belt pulling in the waist. Being really thin material and without underwear it left nothing to the imagination regarding his manhood.
Michael had an easy solution.
“Fuck em, if they want to look, then they’re welcome, if they don’t like then they shouldn’t be looking!”
Both were well pleased with the results.
Then unexpectedly Michael started taking them all off again taking care not to crease anything.
“What’s the matter?”
Michael smiled, his eyes betraying his earlier drinking.
“Just give me five minutes like this morning will you.”
“What?”
“Like you did this morning, your hands massaging my shoulders. It’s fucking great and I’ve had a hard day today. Fucking 32mm bar, takes some humping around.”
He looked at Stuart, eyes imploring him to say yes.
“Sure, lie down and enjoy”
“No question on that, no question at all”
Stuart wracked his brains to remember reading the massage book at his old girlfriends. If only he had taken it more seriously back then. What he remembered was enough to bring forth from Michael a running commentary of expletives.
“Oh fuck yes, dig in there, fucking Mary and Joseph, that’s fantastic. Oh god, that’s wonderful. Fucking hell Stuart, you’re going to kill me you are, don’t stop for fuck sake!”
He worked into his neck and shoulder muscles, kneading, squeezing, pushing and pulling. Each movement destined to bring forth an oath from Michael who squirmed and gave himself up completely to the massage.
Getting tired, he laid full length on Michaels back and instead of massaging his shoulders, ran his fingers through the still damp hair.
“You had enough? Five minutes is now half an hour and the meter is running”
“Five minutes? Give me five fucking hours will you?”
Michael didn’t show any signs of moving. With the massage now over as far as Stuart was concerned, he began to get hard thinking of the pliable body beneath him. He didn’t want to move but felt he had to.
He rolled off to one side, faking tiredness in his arms. Michael lay still for a while then turned on his side and grinned. Then he reached out his hand to run it sensually through Stuart’s hair.
“You’re fucking wasted as an engineer I tell you, you got hidden talents like nobody else”
“But you’re biased, you like it” argued Stu.
Michael grabbed a handful of hair and shook him playfully.
“You fucking English dickhead. You’re fucking amazing, anyone ever tell you that?”
“Fuck off” said Stu, pushing his hand away. “We going out or what?”
“We better go out or the ‘what’ will be the other four and a half hours of the same”
As they got off the bed and began to dress, it couldn’t escape his notice that Michael had a hard on again. Now he felt good.
Catching a bus into town, they went to Fuggles. Surprisingly Michael didn’t know of anywhere else. But Fuggles was buzzing and the music excellent, even the beer was okay for Stuart this night. There were plenty of girls in and Stuart saw many of them checking out himself and Michael. Made him feel he was with someone special. He knew that already, but the special bit was unknown to everyone else, they only saw his good looks that might have worn well with some pop idol. In the dim light it was doubtful they would have seen his equipment but if any did, well best of luck to them.
At some point in the night, it dawned on Stuart that Michael didn’t speak of girls, or sex full stop for that matter. The fact had been kind of hidden behind all the expletives and bad language. Rich’s conversation had reverted to sex whenever any other subject had run out, but Michael always had something else to say, something waiting to get off his chest and share the moment one idea had been aired. Women or sex were never on the horizon. In a way although he had been rude in asking personal questions about his earnings, he didn’t want to ask about wives, girlfriends, sweethearts or anything close.
“Last bus in ten minutes, or it’s walking or a taxi” said Stuart.
“Bus, no need to stay for the sake of another pint”
“You want to drop off at the Crown on the way back?”
“Fuck no, had enough of that place. To tell you the truth, with working all day and this bit of drink, all I want is that soft bed you have.”
Stuart couldn’t have wished for more, specially the way the night had appeared to start so badly.
Chapter 12
Michael was out like a light, but Stuart’s mind ticked over a while before sleep grabbed. He really felt comfortable with Michael and knew somehow there was a connection between them. Michael must know lots of people he reasoned, yet appeared to like his company. He loved the way he got naked so easily and felt secure with physical contact when massaging him. He was not ready for that one, assumed he would draw the line somewhere after getting a hard-on. Stuart thought he would have done if the situation was reversed.
Michael made him hard too, yet he dreaded doing anything that would jeopardise the friendship. At the same time, he knew sooner or later that the construction contract would end and they would go off in different directions. That made him sad.
Beginning to drop off, he wondered if Michael would be having the long weekend break that was coming up and if he would be interested in going back home with him and make a change from this place. When the right moment came along, he would ask.
……………..
“You’re a fucking star. What time is it?” said Michael taking a sip of the tea Stuart had made while he slept on.
“Around 10-30 I think”
“Shit!” said Michael as if remembering something important. “Better get rid of some beer before I drink this.”
He put down the cup and sat at the bed edge stretching. Then he rose and made for the door, his morning hardon standing straight out. Turning the handle he froze.
“Anyone out there I should know about?”
Stuart laughed. “No, not five minutes ago anyway, no idea where Rich is”
He heard a long pee into the toilet then the water running in the hand basin for ages. Michael padded back to the bedroom, his dick still long but hanging loosely down. Drops of water sparkled in his hair and stubble, as well as his groin where he had missed wiping dry after taking a wash.
“That’s better; feel a bit more awake now. Pinched a couple of Panadol too, got a little bit of a headache from last night, so I have”
He climbed back into bed and snuggled down in the covers as if it were cold, long tussled hair framing a contented face. Stuart watched him intently.
“You got any plans today?” asked Stuart.
Michael was silent for a few moments. “Have you not heard what’s going on outside?”
Stuart cocked his ear. “No what?”
“It’s fucking pouring down”
Now he mentioned it, he could hear the rain blowing against the windows.
“So we’ll have a little think while you are doing your magic thing”
He reached for Stuarts hand and put it on his shoulder. “Do me again like before, it was wonderful”
Stuart laughed. “One massage coming up”
He pushed him to his stomach and sitting on the back of his thighs began squeezing and kneading his shoulders.
Michael moaned. “Brilliant, fucking fantastic!”
When he could think of nothing more in that area, he began working slowly down Michael’s back. Sliding his thumbs up and down each side of the spine, then in a circular move to his sides and pulling to the centre of his back with the palm of his hands.
Slowly he edged his way lower, moving his position little by little. He had a hard on but didn’t care, Michael couldn’t see it with his face moaning into the pillow.
Having reached his bum, he wondered if he should jump to the back of his thighs. But then he thought, Michael had not given an iota of discouragement, quite the opposite. After all he reasoned, he would tell he him if he didn’t care for it.
Stuart worked his thumbs into the flanks, then the tops of those two firm cheeks and lastly with more than a little apprehension, the inside of his crack. He even dared to kneed his thumb slowly down the full length, including his hole. To finish, he lightly placed the palm of his hands over each cheek and shimmied them really fast, slowly drawing them down to the top of his thighs.
Michael stirred and craned around and looked him in the eyes. Stuart was suddenly afraid that he would get some rebuke for what he had just done.
“You know, I’ve been sat on my bum all my life and hardly given it a single thought. Now you come along and for the first time ever, actually tell me there is a part of me I never fucking knew about, if you know what I mean. It’s like, wherever you touch me, my body is waking up for the very first time. Its weird, but its fucking incredible!”
It was only when working down to his ankles did he make a condition.
“Don’t for fuck sake touch my feet; I’m ticklish as hell there”
Stuart was amused and laughed inwardly. He had dared to touch him in the most secret places and he said nothing, now come to the common or garden feet and he gets worried. Well Stuart was also ticklish but the old girlfriend had sorted that out.
Michael began to tense as if he doubted Stuart would take any notice. He was right to be worried; he had every intention of including his feet in the massage.
Stuart slid off the end of the bed as he palmed from the ankles down over the upper parts of his feet. He could see Michael cringing and about to call an end to the massage. Carefully preparing, he suddenly took a strong hold of each foot and pressed his thumbs firmly to a spot near the ball of each. Michael jumped and looked like he was going to kick out, but quickly calmed down as he held on. After half a minute he released his grip and touched the soles of his feet in various places. Michael didn’t flinch.
“What the fuck!” He was startled.
“Not ticklish now?” Stuart jibed.
“What the hell have you done, nobody has ever been able to touch my feet without me going crazy?”
“A nerve centre. You won’t be ticklish for a while, so you can relax.”
Immediately he followed through working his soles and toes.
Michael buried his head once more in the pillow and sighed. “You’re amazing, you really are!”
Judging the feet were well and truly done, Stuart worked his way back up the inert body once more. The return trip made him a little braver to touch his arse. The solid round globes intrigued him, they were not like the soft spongy mass of his own, or Rich’s for that matter. And the wide cleft held his interest even longer. He never actually had the opportunity to look or examine anyone’s channel, let alone work his fingers up and down.
Arriving back at his shoulders he felt exhilarated with the experience. It was tiring, but the opportunity to touch Michael from top to bottom outweighed that a hundred times over.
“How is the head now?” he asked.
Michael looked as if he might have been asleep but he stirred slowly.
“Still got that little man inside with the jackhammer”
“Turn over and I will do your head and face” suggested Stuart.
He dismounted to one side as Michael turned onto his back. In having to massage both sides of the head simultaneously, he had to sit back on Michael. Trying to disregard his obvious hard on, he squatted on this thighs. Too far away to be comfortable, he slid up his body a little way.
“Ouch!” cried Michael. “My balls were almost flattened then”
The crash of body parts had also pinched Stuart in the same area. He really wanted to sit on him, and Rich’s idea crossed his path.
“Mind if I put these out of the way?” he asked pointing at the two sets of equipment.
“Whatever!” answered Michael a little amused.
Stuart raised himself up, then with one finger pulled up Michael’s dick. It was solid and hot, and resisted his bending powerfully. Carefully he slipped it between the top of his legs and at the same time, pushed down his own dick between Michael’s legs.
“Neat!” remarked Michael.
The two of them had the appearance of girls, each a bush with nothing more showing.
“Close your eyes” commanded Stuart as he lay down on Michael, propping himself on his elbows. It allowed him to carefully put his thumbs to the centre of his eyebrows and push quite hard. He held them there for some time and then keeping on a lot of pressure, very slowly drew his thumbs across each eyebrow to the sides of the head.
“Fuck, that feels incredible” gasped Michael.
“Keep still then, let me carry on”
Each time he finished with a circular motion on each temple, then back again to the centre of his brow. Michael groaned approvingly each time, flexing his body to the stimulation.
Stuart was aware of Michael’s hard-on between his legs and also that his own dick had hardened in response, specially as Michael had shut his legs tight so that it was encased in his flesh. With the concentration of not poking out his eyes at worst and trying to do a good job at best, he didn’t let this fact do more than register.
Stuart was discovering Michael’s face. Just inches away, he took in the ultra long eyelashes and felt the thick straight brows. Drawing his finger tips down from his temples to the chin revealed his thick stubble as being as soft as cats fur and not the hard bristle he had been expecting.
It seemed to Stuart that massaging Michaels face was bringing the most response of all. He might have a headache but he revelled in what he was doing, bringing forth audible responses varying from moans to the slightest whimper.
Being able to lay almost full length on his body brought a real feeling of connection. Something akin to being able to share his most inner feelings, or so it seemed to Stuart.
“You like this?” asked Stuart, stating the obvious.
“Like it? I love it. Wish you could be there every time I get a hangover”
He opened his eyes and fixed them on Stuart less than twelve inches away. They gazed at each other. Stuart broke it by making a really slow slide across his eyebrows with his thumbs.
“Oh fuck, I love that” whispered Michael and pressed his body up into Stuart.
Stuart repeated the movement time and again, each bringing the same response back.
Quite suddenly, Michael grabbed him firmly.
“You better stop, I’m about to explode if you carry on”
In case he missed the point, he flexed his body again and Stuart felt his hard dick move back and forth between his legs.
“If that means you are enjoying, then go ahead, show me how much you are enjoying”
He resumed running his fingers through his hair.
“You wouldn’t be minding then?”
“Not at all, go ahead”
“But I’ll be feeling the right idiot on my own. Wouldn’t you be feeling a bit on the horny side yourself?
Stuart smiled, loving the way he sang the words with his soft accent.
“Could be, specially if you’re serious” he answered, still not one hundred per cent sure if they were talking the same language.
“Serious?” groaned Michael, letting his eyes go up into his head.
His hands clamped down firmly on Stuarts waist fixing him tight.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck” he repeated under his breath as if in despair, his body pressing hard and pushing his dick to and fro between his legs.
Stuart was exhilarated. Just inches away and held transfixed watching his every facial movement. Then to feel held so powerfully in his grasp was another stimulation, not to mention the thought of him finding satisfaction between his legs.
Michael let out a gasp and shook from head to toe. Stuart felt a splat on his back, then his arse was sprayed with hot liquid. The spasm over, he continued humping till drawn by gravity the hot liquid slowly oozed down over his balls making it all a slippery mess.
The event over, Michael lay there wallowing in the afterglow and leaving Stuart self conscious about wanking off himself. He knew though it would make a fantastic replay when he was alone later on. To distract attention, he went back the massage, moving to sit on his thighs and absently stroking his chest.
“See what you made me do?” said Michael, opening one eye and grinning.
Stuart didn’t reply, feeling a little embarrassed now with the situation.
“You can carry on doing my face, I like that” said Michael after a few moments.
Stuart moved up his body but first though, he wanted to push Michael’s dick out the way. It was still hard and sticking up at forty five degrees. He pulled it backwards, feeling it covered in his slippery cum and unbendingly hard. He knelt up as far as possible to shove it between his legs and behind.
As he stretched to make enough room, his knees seemed to sink into the bed or he overbalanced, he wasn’t sure which. He found himself falling back and the head of Michael’s dick lodging in the dimple of his arse. Before he could stretch again and push it through, the heat emanating from the head surged into his body bringing back memories of earlier in the year with Richard.
He suddenly missed those few weeks, but Rich was nowhere in the same size league as Michael and having a wank was probably as far as this was going to go. Besides, while he marvelled at the size he didn’t really want something so big trying to go inside him.
The action was quite accidental. While those ideas had momentarily stopped Stuart carrying on with the massage, perhaps it was Michael feeling the heat of Stuarts arse through the head of his cock. Or it could have been that he just had to move his position a little. Whatever, he still had his eyes closed anticipating Stuarts massage but moved his body slightly.
Before either had realised what had happened, the head of Michael’s cock was already embedded inside the entrance of Stuarts arse. When it hit home, Stuart felt winded and knocked off balance, causing him to settle down even further onto it. As both the cleft of his arse and Michael’s dick was lathered in cum, it slid in easier than if coated in butter.
Both groaned, Stuart with the shock of the intrusion, Michael with the wonderful feeling of being cosseted in such a warm inviting tunnel. Automatically he humped his hips, sliding his cock into Stuart till it hit a hidden wall.
Each groaned once more. Michael pulled Stuart down onto his chest and raised his knees. Holding him tight, he put increasing pressure on his cock to push all the way inside.
Stuart was panting and out of breath, sweat breaking out as he fought the natural reaction and feelings. He felt winded and thought he was going to vomit. His insides were making strange noises and each time Michael pushed further, he felt his guts struggle to accommodate.
He thought there was no way he would be able to take all of Michael yet for some reason he also dared not cry out, which was what he was desperate to do. Each rumble of his guts made him nauseous and worried that he would throw up into the pillow or onto Michael.
Suddenly Michael gave a strong push and his guts groaned so loud he thought Michael would have heard. Abruptly something began to move inside of him. He struggled not to throw up once again. As his innards gurgled and rearranged themselves he felt Michaels dick begin to slide further inside till his hairy groin pressed hard against him.
Michael moaned in ecstasy, but held still for a while. As quickly as it had all happened, the sickly feeling evaporated away leaving only a telltale sign of sweat trickling down Stuart face.
“Fuck, you feel good” said Michael after what seemed like minutes. “A long time since I did this”
Slowly, he began humping in and out of Stuart, more toying with him would be a better description. Savouring pleasures and feelings.
Quicker than he thought possible, Stuart had adjusted to the situation and revelled in it as much as Michael obviously was.
Little by little, the motions became more regular till Michael was well into a steady rhythm. He held on firmly to Stuart to stop him being nudged up his body which meant Stuart felt each thrust fully embed itself. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, which he loved although he couldn’t actually believe what his senses were telling him, that he was taking all of Michael, the whole damn length.
When Michael came, the bliss was mutual. The warmth flooding Stuart’s insides took away his breath it felt so perfect. The intensity of Michael’s climax had his mind spinning till he practically feinted.
Michael snapped the reveries.
“Fuck Stuart. That was one fucking good shag” There was a distinct awe in his voice that glossed over the base language.
He continued bluntly, “You been shagged before?”
Embarrassed by his directness, but nevertheless feeling no reason to lie, he answered.
“Me and Rich messed around a bit earlier this year, that’s all.”
They were quiet a few moments.
“You said it was a long time since you did this, what have you done before? Countered Stuart.
Michael laughed.
“What?”
“You are making me remember something that I had almost forgotten, the details anyway.”
“What was it?” pushed on Stuart.
“Me and my cousin when we were kids”. He took a few moments to gather his thoughts and then continued.
“We moved to a village where my uncle lived. I was about 12 or 13 and my cousin was a few months older. But my cousin was a bit strange, well not strange really although everyone thought he was. He had some condition that meant he had matured well ahead of his years. At 13 he looked at least 18 or to me at that time, an adult. Everyone thought he was a freak and he spent most of his time by himself. We palled up together though and I soon didn’t bother about differences. But maybe because he looked old, he had been able to get hold of some girlie magazines. He showed them to me one time in our den in the woods. Well, one thing led to another and we started experiments in having sex. I thought it was wonderful, something you wouldn’t normally expect back then until you were married. Suddenly I thought I had been given the keys to being an adult years before anyone else my age. Never occurred to me that doing it with my cousin was not the same thing!
But at 12 or so, I was nothing more than
wisp of grass, while my cousin had everything you would expect a man to have,
which included a cock like a horse. I’m not making it up, I saw it when we met
up in
After two years, we moved again to
He laughed again and began to move.
“Don’t take it out” blurted Stuart surprising even himself, suddenly worried that it would hurt more leaving than it did going in.
“Take it out? No fucking way, take it out!”
He grasped Stuart tight and rolled him over onto his back.
“What else could we be doing on a day like today better?” he asked.
They both laughed at this unexpected turn of events.
“You’re fucking amazing” said Michael grinning. “I could fucking eat you”
He bent his head down and playfully nibbled his jaw. Stuart laughed as he went on to bite his nose and then his bottom lip.
From his lip there was a gasp and the next thing was Michaels tongue duelling his and then their mouths sealed together. Stuarts mind drifted off in rapture. When his senses returned, he became aware of the steady rhythm of Michaels dick filling him up. He strained to impale himself on the quickening thrusts sending a fountain of his own cum spraying between their heaving bodies.
Everything was perfect.
So fucking perfect.
Chapter
13
Around
“What you got?” asked Michael.
Stuart did a quick search of cupboards and fridge.
“How about bacon and eggs, tinned tomatoes with toast and marmalade?”
“Sounds grand, do you need any help? I can do toast”
“Sure you can manage that” jibed Stuart.
“Fuck off” laughed Michael, giving him a sexy smile.
As he fried the bacon, his mind kept running over the previous couple of hours. If his mind couldn’t quite grasp it, then his arse told him it was true. He repeatedly squeezed himself, testing that it still worked for his whole bum felt double its normal size. He even thought he could feel a draught blowing up inside and imagined his hole to be an enormous cavern. Not that he would have changed a single thing; it had been the most exciting few hours of his entire life, which was why he couldn’t quite believe it had happened. And there was Michael like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, sat at the kitchen table flicking through the Sunday paper.
Brunch was ravenously eaten between reading the newspaper and magazine supplements.
“Now this is one thing I can do, so fuck off out of here and I’ll do the washing up” Michael caught his arm and twisted up his back, pushing him towards the lounge.
“No argument there, you’re welcome” said Stuart struggling to free himself from the playful grasp.
He switched on the TV and channel flicked. It was obvious the bad weather was nation wide as old movies had taken the place of all the sports programmes. When the news came on, it was mostly about flooding in various parts of the country. Bored, he moved over to the window and looked out down the street. It was still pouring with rain and he began thinking of what it would mean for tomorrows work.
Even if it stopped raining immediately the road works would be put on hold for days to come till the ground had dried out. No doubt all the trenches open for pipe works would be full of water by now. What chaos there would be, he was already beginning to dread it. Not just the work programmes changed, but the site would be a sea of mud for days to come. A complete change of clothes everyday, plus he would be wearing rubber boots. Shit! He cursed inwardly, what a lousy week it was going to be.
Michael came in from the kitchen and stood behind him.
“Not a pretty sight is it?”
“Just thinking the same thing” agreed Stuart.
“No fucking bonus this week, we’ll be lucky to find anywhere we can work for the next couple of days.”
“There are only the two bridges I can think of” replied Stuart. “Everything else is still in excavation works, so will be underwater.”
“All that fucking steel stuck in the mud. Christ, what a fucking job I got for myself”
“The joys of the outdoor life, and all that” commented Stuart. “The rough with the smooth etc., etc., etc.”
“Fuck the rough with the smooth, and the fucking etcetera, etcetera.” he answered dismayed.
Michael put his arms around Stuart’s shoulders and they both stood gazing out the window in silence watching the trees and bushes bending in the wind and rain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” sighed
Michael. “We should be working in sunny
Stuart grunted his agreement on that one.
“You fancy going down the pub for the afternoon?” asked Stuart although he didn’t really want to drink.
“No, I’ll get too depressed thinking of the weather or something” he laughed.
A gust of wind whipped rain hard against the glass snapping the thoughts each were following.
Michael broke free and slapped Stuarts arse, his mood lightening.
“How is it? Would it be wanting more shagging by any chance?”
Stuart smiled to himself. Somehow his arse was a different entity than the rest of him.
“Oh I’m sure it could be sweet talked into whatever you wanted” replied Stuart struggling to mimic an Irish accent.
“Fuck off!” laughed Michael and pulled a punch to his shoulder.
Stuart had never been fully at ease talking about sex in any shape or form, yet it seemed to slip off Michaels tongue as nothing out of the ordinary in the least.
“The problem with shagging you is that you make me come in half the time than with the women” he complained. “But on the other hand you make me twice as horny” he laughed. “Here, feel this!”
He grabbed Stuarts hand and pushed it to his crotch.
“I thought you were worried about the weather, but all you are worried about is if you get the chance to have me again.”
“I was, I mean I am worried about the fucking rain. But there’s no need to be spoiling a wonderful day is it?”
“Now?” asked Stuart.
“Now! Or you like a small delay, in half a minute” he grinned back.
Pushing and shoving each other, they jostled back up stairs throwing off their clothes all over the floor. Once in bed Stuart knew it would only be moments before Michael would be inside him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, you can be asking me anything”
Stuart’s inhibitions suddenly reared, but he got past them.
“Can I suck you off first before we shag?”
He had a desire to take Michael’s orgasm in his mouth, taste him and devour him if it were possible.
“And I suppose you’ll be wanting me to be sucking you. I bet you’ll be wanting to be shagging my arse too after all I told you about my cousin” he continued.
Stuart hadn’t thought that far ahead.
Michael continued. “And why would I be objecting to that? Just so long as you don’t use it like a pile driver, remember it was years ago for me, not a couple of months like for you”
Knowing he wouldn’t mind was enough for now, whether he did or not was no matter.
“I’ll be fine with sucking first and then getting well shagged after” he said bravely, feeling a little light headed talking so direct.
Michael was already pushing his head down below the covers and pulling his waist up so they could sixty-nine.
Stuart felt he was in heaven, burying his face into his groin, the soft skin of ball sack against his cheek, licking and sucking anything and everything he could reach. He was like a kid in a candy store.
If he thought he was going to get his own dick sucked then he had quite a shock. Michael did that, but also sucked on his balls and licked behind them and over his hole. Stuart quaked at this experience. Chin stubble rubbed over the now slightly tender skin surrounding his hole stinging him in the nicest possible way. When Michael pried his cheeks wide and stabbed his tongue right into his hole he was sure he was going to come long before he had sucked Michael dry. He wriggled to break loose so that it wouldn’t happen but Michael kept him grasped firmly and continued to torture him with his tongue.
All his reckoning was one sided, for it wasn’t long before he felt Michael was going to explode. Stuart quivered knowing it was about to happen and tried to take as much of the enormous dick into his mouth and throat as he could without choking. Seconds later he could feel the groans of Michael resonate through his tongue into arse hole and a wave of cum flooded his mouth.
It was everything he had imagined and more. The hot liquid poured into him instantly, the throbbing cock dug deep into his throat as Michael’s mouth bit and licked around his hole. He didn’t imagine seeing stars; it was indeed all he could see as his own dick exploded in perfect firework harmony.
Still panting in the aftershocks of orgasm, Michael pulled him up for air.
“Fuck, that was brilliant” whispered Michael.
“Michael?”
“What?”
“Fuck me now, as quick as you can” croaked Stuart with some difficulty, his throat bruised and still thickly coated with come.
His head was spinning in a climax induced drunkenness which he didn’t want ever to end. He still had come in his mouth, wet strands across one cheek and his bum tingled warmly. All he wanted now was to feel Michael fill him up, take him to bursting point with that big cock. Thrilled with the thought Michael was going to fuck him for the rest of the day, and that his body in turn could give Michael so much pleasure. He was delirious.
What a glorious day it was going to be!
An absolutely fucking brilliant day, to be sure!
The End