PLAY WITH THE GUYS By Mike Austin
nasstop@yahoo.com
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CHRIS-
I'm Chris, a 46 y/o residential contractor/handyman. Don and Richard are two other handymen and when needed, we work together on larger jobs. We've known each other for about 10-12 years and shared quite a number of jobs, profit and sex during those years. Don and I first met at Home Depot about 12 years ago in the fastener section. He was sporting a really tight white t-shirt and his furry black chest hair created a dark shadow beneath that T, but did nothing to reduce showing off his major pop out nips. It was obvious from the start as we talked, that we were mutually interested in connecting. I pulled out a couple of small fastener clips and grinned, nodded at them in my palm and then at his chest. He pumped his pecs and it was on. We hauled ass to the cashier, paid for our supplies and talked briefly heading out onto the parking lot where we could visit more freely. I was 34 and divorced; he was 30 and also divorced, both about 6' and under 200#s, as we stood by one of the light pole bases talking. "I wanna see that blonde furry chest of yours against my black chest hair bud and feel what you got packed in those jeans" Don remarked as his eyes dropped to my crotch. We first exchanged numbers, agreed he was coming to my place as it was nearest, loaded our materials in the trucks and headed out.
All the way home I thought about stripping him slowly, teasingly, maybe hood him if he was into fetish play. I was glad to have scheduled this an errand and supply day and didn't have to call a client and postpone a job. I was hopeful of the same for Don. Once we got home and inside I asked all the usuals, drink, pee, fetish play- which lit up his eyes!!!!!!!!! Taking him to the back room, my playroom, Don asked about a safe word. I replied "dick" to make it challenging, pulled out the hood, handcuffs, clamps, collar, cockring, butt plug and jar of lube. Don licked his mouth as I cuffed him behind his back, after pulling off that T-shirt and teasing his nips; then clamping each slowly. He pumped out his pecs in response and set off a shallow hiss between his clenched teeth. I asked if he had to cancel any work and he shook his head no, then I moved to his work boots, socks and removed his belt from those well-worn jeans that outlined that fine crotch. Grabbing his dick and balls and mock-jacking them through his jeans, brought the guy's initial wince of pain before I unzipped him, hauled his gear out and stroked his ample thick but short dick. He was about 6" long but had to be 7+" around and the head was blunt and already pouring out precum. Shoving his jeans to the floor, I stepped in the crotch and he knew to step from each leg that was puddled around his ankles now, to just be naked for me. "Bend over boy" I directed and he did as instructed and I continued, "show that hole, my hole now right." Shifting his feet wider apart now, he assumed the perfect A-frame outline. His furry ring was taut and well-muscled and promised to be a terrific fuck. As directed, he flexed his glutes and that awesome ring and my dick responded aggressively. I felt my slit throb out a strand of pre-cum in anticipation of that muscle, gripping my dickhead and pressure Don would deliver.
In no time, he was on his knees gulping my dick with full-throated swallows. His eyes teared as he cut them up to meet mine and his head felt warm between my palms, as I began a slow steady skull-fuck. My narrative began; "you need that dick don't you boy, that's a good cocksucker swallow full on, down to my base and then back up your throat hole, put out that volume of throat slime slick on my cock, out to the tip then dive back down boy" and he never missed the opportunity to please and give up his throat. The warmth of his throat and effect of those throat muscles was bringing me close to orgasm, so I backed away, spanked his face with my hardon, spattering the mix of his throat slime and my precum, across his face. While suspended in mid-air before his face, Don began, "please sir, feed me, face fuck me, use my mouth and throat, let me lick your balls and dickhead." I couldn't resist and fed my shaft deep in his mouth, running my head along the roof of his mouth to his throat hole before making that awesome plunge down deep. His moans and various noises assured me he was getting just what he craved and more. In no time I was getting close and held back, as I wanted this to last and him to really crave my dickload. While his sucking grew in intensity, I knew his jaws were tiring and pulled out, smacked my dick on his face as he slobbered and drool streamed from his mouth and off my dick. His begging added fuel to the fire and his head titled back, tongue lapping my balls assured me this cock-craving boy needed more priming before giving him my load.
Rubbing my foot under his sack and working his boinads, he moaned thank yous, low then louder. I worked the edge of my foot to his furry fuckhole and he rocked his hips back and forth assuring me the hole was mine for the taking. Again his moans grew louder and his pleas to get fucked were verbalized openly. I teased him with questions about who owned that hole, what and whom it was for and working the clamps on his nips, reminded him that those were wired to his cumhole and belonged to any top that was using him at the time. He agreed, bowed his head and rubbed the back of his skull under my balls in submission. I changed his position such that his hands remained cuffed behind him, his forehead balanced his upper torso on the floor, his knees spread widely for stability and his back arched up to sow off his fuckhole. His furry muscle ring was throbbing, pulsing and begging to be fucked, and his repeated requests for it re-enforced his urgent need for dick. The hood elevated his anonymity and need to be used and restated his cum junky role. A scoop of lube rubbed across and stuffed in that fuckhole elicited deep guttural groans as he hissed in heat repeatedly arching his ass up to meet my lubed hand and fingers. Gripping his hips, to the right angle, then rubbing the head of my hardon he pressed back and my head drove in the inner ring muscle and his moan echoed across the room. My head drove in deeper and his muscle walls gave way to the slab of dick boring through his well-lubed ass. His ass gripped me as best as possible and once seated all the way, began the fuck of this Home Depot submissive. I long dicked that ass for about 10 minutes, grew close again, back off, then resumed driving him crazy as he pleaded to cum. With each request, I grabbed his dick and balls, squeezed them until he cried out then resumed the fuck. Each fuck series grew more and more intense as I got closer and closer to cumming. Suddenly he screamed out "OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" and shot his load across the floor beneath him as I continued power drilling his ass. The power grip on my dick as he shot his own load was so intense I couldn't hold off my own load and flooded his hot ass deep breeding him to completion. I pulled back then out and watched the horny hole I'd just been fucking now for over 45 minutes, bored out and swollen, evidence of a great bottom pig. I uncuffed him, removed the hood, leaving his nips clamped then kissed him softly at first and then more passionately. Our tongues crashed against each other and he wrapped his arms about me in need of reassurance. I lifted him from the floor to the bed and we lay together, him wrapped in my arms. We woke about 1.5 hours later. I asked if he wanted anything, he mouthed "water" softly. I took a piss, got a bottle of water and returned to find him still drowsy in bed. He smiled a bit, took a long swig of the icy water, offered me some, we shared the bottle until it was empty, then I smacked his ass and told him we needed to go eat. He begged for a few minutes in the head, then we dressed and headed out to the diner. While eating, he squirmed even more than he had in the drive over to go eat. I smirked some and he gave me the finger, subtly and we both grinned openly. The waitress made a few visits our way with tea refills, but otherwise left us alone. Don would be my regular fuck for the next two years. It was during those years we worked on some jobs together and grew to know each other's needs and pleasures as well as knowing each other's professional skills and traits. It would become a winning situation and team effort. We made money, and were a good team in AND out of bed!!! We kept our separate homes, but spent increasing amounts of time together; a couple but not a couple.
DON and RICHARD-
Don and I had been fuck and work buds for right at two years. It seemed that when my jobs would slack off some, his would pick up. That ebb and flow had benefitted us both and we slowly began building our work along that premise. One Thursday as we were going in opposite directions getting supplies for a small commercial job, Don called and asked if I knew a Richard Long? I thought a bit and asked if he was a guy from Alabama, but Don wasn't sure of his home state, but had picked up a business card from the Contractor Desk Bulletin Board and his background looked like a good fit for a few upcoming jobs we had, and would bring it home that night. The day ramped down and this late in Fall, the sun set early and seemed to cut the workday really short. I pulled into the garage beside Don's loaded truck and he met me at the door with an icy Lone Star. As the garage door dropped, so did Don and in no time he was mouthing my crotch and I held the back of his head close in. He stood, we kissed some, then he ushered me into the kitchen where he'd picked up BBQ and sides for supper. As I helped set stuff out, we talked about our day and he pulled the business card from his wallet and handed it over. I didn't recognize the phone number, but with it being a 251 area code, I guessed at it being the Mobile, AL general area and tied it and the guy's card to the same Richard Long I'd known a few years back. A quick internet map check confirmed it and as we wrapped up supper, both agreed to call Richard and check him out. Don was curious if Richard and I had connected and I assured him that if it was the same guy, the answer was yes, about 2 years before us. Don made the call, asked about his card cell number location and when confirmed that he was from Mobile, nodded, grinned and informed the guy "hold on here's someone you may know" and handed me the phone to continue the conversation. "Hey Dick you old goat, it's Chris Jackson", I beamed, and Richard was laughing so loudly on the cell, that Don overheard it as he was busy picking up leftover supper stuff. From the call, I learned that after returning to Alabama over 2 years ago to help care for his aging folks, he'd now returned to Texas trying to resurrect his service business, hence the card posting at the Contractor Bulletin Board. He went on to ask if this Don guy and I were a pair and I confirmed that we were. I asked about meeting to visit and explain our upcoming projects and reconnect for some fun as well? He agreed and we set up a meet and greet at a local café that Friday night.
Don was now all "need to know details" after the call. We wrapped up the kitchen, both stripped and grabbed a shower, during which I got some great head in the hot spray of the rebuilt 10'x10' gang shower. We dried off and I began recalling how Richard and I had met, a description and what he enjoyed sexually. Don sat as I explained that Richard was a great carpenter, but had a natural ability as a landscaper and landscape designer; with a lot of innate ability with customer relations and that I used to joke about his "Southern charm being able to melt sand". Don chuckled. Richard was tall at about 6'3" and weighed in about 200#s, with sandy blonde hair, green eyes and a hot ass that was, like Don's, made to be fucked. His thick uncut dick was about 8" but Richard was a wholesome bottom boy and loved being cum and hardon controlled, even enjoyed having his dick locked up/caged. Don squirmed with increased interest.
Friday proved to be a really long, hard day with lots of challenges and gripes. Don was eager for the day to end for different reasons. He wanted to get home, shower, clean up and "get to the café to meet Richard and see where the reconnection might lead"; a.k.a. get him in the sack with us. I saw through his surreptitious urgency. In fact he headed home about an hour before I left the jobsite and once I had, he was texting me about every 10 minutes asking my status. While my dick had throbbed more than once that day thinking about Richard's great tail, I just needed time to get a shower and unwind a few before heading off with Don to the café and our meeting. I met Don in the garage again, but he was having no dick interest at that stage and urged me "to shower and change so we would be on time". I did as the boy requested and we arrived about 10 minutes early to find Richard already seated at a back table by the windows so he had a clear view of the entry sidewalk and the interior doors, and was waving at us as we entered. Crossing the dining room, we found our menus and water and out of nowhere the 20-something waiter appeared to get our drink order. Call me a pig but his ass was, well I digress!!! I greeted Richard and introduced he and Don then offered my regrets about his folks. It seemed he had a younger brother who was also gay and I asked how and where he was. Richard was stunned that I recalled his brother Tim, and said he was still in Alabama but had plans to relo to Texas once Richard's business was viable. We chatted a bit more about his family and Alabama and learned he'd hoped to land some landscaping jobs here over the Summer, but very little had gelled and his funds were getting pretty stretched. We both assured him that we could put him to work right away if he was interested; which he was and you could see the relief flood his face and demeanor. We agreed to shut down the work and money talk until the weekend and placed our order with our waiter Scotty, with the awesome ass..... Don and Richard giggled this time and made comments about me still being a horndawg!!! We relaxed our conversation and learned he had an apt. on the far southwest side of town, a pretty fair drive from us and our jobsites and that he was facing a lease renewal decision at month-end. Don jumped in and blurted out the offer "to move in with us" at which point I suggested Richard seriously think about it and that there was room for Tim at a point in time, if he came here as well. I added "No sex just hospitality" and Don interjected "unless he wants it, the sex" we were all laughing as Scotty brought our meals, refilled the teas and disappeared, again with my roving eyes following that tail... My dick was throbbing a steady stream of precum at this stage, with the two hotties at the table and that hot piece waiter coming and going to our table... What's a guy to do??? As we sat visiting more after supper, Scotty approached with coffee refills now and the check. As Richard reached for it, Don swooped in for the kill and snatched it from Scotty's hand like a fish eagle on a rainbow trout. "I'm impressed boy" I remarked and Don blushed, pulling out his wallet and credit card. "I think Richard can be bought, but it will take more than supper and coffee as compensation" I cranked out and we all laughed; before Richard added, "not these days". We were stalling the obvious, and finally I offered Richard a home visit. He asked if I was still at the same place and I nodded yes, then Don asks, "well I could ride with Rich, as he was now calling our guest, in case he gets lost" we all laughed and I added "sure, sure yeah in case he gets lost" then we hit our trucks and headed for Dixie Farm Road.