Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 16:05:12 +0300
From: Frank <sicnye@erols.com>
Subject: Sam & the Housebuilders

Sam and the Housebuilders
By Sam

The usual legal warnings apply.  If you are considered underage to read
adult fiction in your community, state, or country, please return to where
you came from.  If descriptions of gay sex between consenting adults
insults or bothers you, pass this story by.  On the other hand, if you like
to read about hot sex between hot guys, you are invited to read on....

For those of you who have not read my previous stories, I'm a city living
guy who likes to have fun with other men; and I continued to have my good
times with Mark and Larry throughout last summer.  But as time progressed,
it seemed that Mark and Larry wanted to `include me out' of some of their
roundevous.  Which was fine with me, as I prefer variety.  Now for the next
adventure.

The summer was winding itself down toward the end of August last year.  The
heat wave had broken and we were having a lot of rain, too late for our
farmers on the eastern shore and the watermen who worked 12 hour days to
catch those great Chesapeake Bay blue crabs.  One morning, it was
absolutely beautiful, around 80 degrees, slight breeze, and a nice bright
sun.  I decided to take my coffee and morning papers up to the deck which
is above my kitchen, and accessible only from the bathroom on the second
floor.  I was just going to read for awhile just listen to the radio.  I
was fortunate enough to be able to retire from Government service at the
age of 44, so I took advantage of it.  I started a personal services
business, (no not blow jobs, you dirty minded people}, more on the level of
helping people with job applications, resumes, and fighting the government
for what they were deserving of.

Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, I proceeded to the deck for a
relaxing morning.  I just had on an old pair of cut-offs that were my
favorite, nice and tight, and a tee shirt.  All of the sudden, I heard
someone calling "Sir, excuse me, may we talk for a minute or two?'  I
looked to the direction of the voice that I'd heard, and there was this
rather attractive young guy dressed in khaki pants, a short sleeved blue
short and tie.

I went back downstairs to the gate and asked the guy what I could help him
with.  As I got closer, and his features more visible I started thinking
what I would like to help him with.

"Hi, my name is Marty Anderson", he said as we shook hands, "I am the
project manager for the construction company that is going to be doing the
work next door, and I would like a few minutes of your time to explain what
is going to be happening over the next month or two".  The house next to
mine belonged to an elderly lady who had to be put in a nursing home by her
uncaring family, and her house was sold recently at an auction sale to
recover past due property taxes.  I invited Marty into the yard and we
returned to the deck.  I asked him to make himself comfortable and offered
him a cup of coffee, which he accepted.  When I returned from the kitchen
with the coffee, he dug out a lot of papers he had in his briefcase.

"First of all, here is my business card in case you need to contact me or
the company for any reason.  We understand that the owners of these old
houses hate to see construction companies come into the neighborhood and
tear up the houses for remodeling.  I assure you that this house, when
completed will be owner occupied, but as we do our work, we like to have a
good relationship with the neighbors".

 At this point my eyes were giving this hunk a physical.  He looked to be
about 30-35, 5'11", 175 pounds, brown hair with a hint of premature gray,
and the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen.  His face had very sharp
features, I would guess that he was of Scandinavian or Celtic decent.  The
way that he was sitting in his chair leaning forward, I could only guess at
his `vital parts'; so much for the physical.

Marty continued: "I have here a permit for 3 weeks to park a dumpster out
front, so that my wrecking crew can get rid of all the old stuff in the
house.  Of course, this means that you'll lose your parking spot.  That is
why my company always meets with the owners of the two adjacent houses to
let the people know what we're doing.  As a way to compensate you for your
lost parking spot, we will pay you $75. per week for the parking spot, we
will also not begin any type of noisy work until 8 am each day, and no
weekend work.  I looked at the papers that he presented to me and all
seemed to be in order.

While I was reading the papers that Marty handed me, I glanced up and saw
that his eyes appeared to be giving me a physical of his own.  "Are you on
vacation", he asked.  When I told him I was retired, he said, "So young?"
"Yes, and your compliments will get you everywhere".  I felt that I was
being a bit too forward, but when he shifted his position in his chair and
adjusted his crotch, I realized that there just might be something to this
chance meeting.  So now the ball was back in my court.  "So, everything
seems OK to me, by way would you like to join me for lunch?"

 "Sorry", he said in a sincere manner, "but I have a few more stops to make
today, but if tomorrow is OK, I'll take you up on the offer as it's my day
off.  It'll also give me a chance to observe how my crew is beginning the
job".  As he spoke, I gently shifted in my lounge chair and adjusted my
cut-offs, pulling them even tighter, and his eyes were definitely in the
area of my crotch.  "Great", I replied "It'll be nothing elaborate, just
some sandwiches and a salad, and do you like beer"?  "Love it", was his
quick reply.  So I had a date for lunch the next day.  Marty and I talked
for a bit longer, mostly I gave him a quick review and history of my
neighborhood.  After a while, he said that he really had to get to his next
appointment.  He extended his hand for a departing handshake, and it seemed
to me he held on a little too long, but with a firm and seemingly sincere
grip.  I sure hoped so.

The next day Marty showed up at just about noon.  No khaki pants and dress
shirt this time though!  He had on a T shirt that was what I considered to
be a walking advertisement for the National Aquarium in Baltimore, but he
did fill it out nicely.  His cut offs were stylishly short, but
provocatively tight (to my great pleasure).  His upper legs, with a bit of
light brown hair were well developed, I later found out by playing soccer
in his earlier days.  The `vital parts' area was what got my mouth
watering.  It looked to me that he had a large cock and big balls straining
to be released from their confines.

We had a quick lunch downstairs in the kitchen.  After we finished eating,
I suggested to Marty that we return upstairs to deck and have a few cold
ones.  He agreed saying, "This way I will have a real bird's eye view of my
crew working".

Once out on the deck, we each got comfortable in our lounge chairs.  It was
starting to get real warm and Marty asked if it was OK to remove his tee
shirt and cut offs; he said that he came prepared and had put a pair of
speedos on underneath his cut offs.  I told him he was welcome to take off
whatever he needed to in order to enjoy the sun.  Which he did.  First came
the tee shirt, revealing a chest that showed that his days of playing
soccer had done him well.  A fine light brown bit of hair let a trail down
to his pubic area.  His nipples were firm and about as round as a quarter.
His tan was even, I suppose from being outside a lot on the construction
sites.

After a beer or two, Marty got up from his lounge chair to look at the
activity down below in my neighbor's yard, where the wrecking crew was
removing old plumbing and wood paneling and creating a pile of refuse in
the back yard.  "Hey Sam, take a look at this", Marty invited me.  I joined
him at the rail of the deck to look below.  "See the guy down with the long
blonde hair with the headband, I get hard just watching him move".  This
took me by surprise, because up to now Marty had not given any indication
of his liking guys.

"He also gives a mean blow job", Marty continued, this time he started to
slightly rub his hardening love muscle.  When he saw me watching him, he
looked down at my crotch and said, "But not as good as me".  This really
got me hot and I reached over and gently grabbed that stiffening cock of
his.  I massaged him as his cock grew in my hand under the confines of his
speedos.  "Would you care to visit my bedroom and see how I have done my
own remodeling job", I invited.  Without a word, Marty turned, picked up
his beer and opened the door to the house.  "Shall we?". he said as he
invited me into the house.

Once we were in the bedroom, Marty wasted no time.  He pulled me toward him
in a tight embrace and begin to kiss my neck, then our lips met.  As I
opened my lips to receive his tongue, his hands unsnapped my cut offs.  He
then gently removed my bikini briefs over my raging hard on and began to
massage my cock.  He gently led me to a position on the bed where my upper
back was on the bed and legs were dangling over the side of the bed.  Marty
helped me remove my tee shirt then proceeded to give me a tongue massage
from my neck down to my pubic area.  His hot tongue licked and lapped at
the head of my cock, making me that much more ready for him to take me.  He
started to give my hard cock a sucking, taking my 8 inches all the way
down.  Marty worked on me for about 15 minutes before I warned him that I
was about to shoot a load.  His response was "Bring it on, Sam, I want it".
I started to shoot cum into his mouth and down his throat until I thought
he was filled up.  But no, Marty just kept sucking and swallowing until I
had shot my complete load.  All this time I had not touched him at all, but
that was about to change.

"Do you have any lube?", Marty asked.  Finally, I thought, he is going to
want to fuck me.  I directed him to the drawer on the nightstand where I
keep my baby oil and clean wash cloths.  I thought he was going to oil
himself real good and give me a good fucking, but again I was surprised.
He applied the oil to my still hard cock and then some to his ass.

I was now in a position on my back in the middle of the bed.  Marty got on
his knees and faced me.  He positioned his ass over my cock and with his
hand slowly guided my hard cock into his ass.  It did not take long for his
ass to completely envelop my raging hard on.  I started to pump a little as
Marty was beating his hard cock.  It didn't take long before he started to
shoot his hot cum.  I had never done a sit up with a 175 pound man on me
before, but I managed to get close enough so that he could shoot his entire
sweet load of cum into my mouth.  After I had licked his cock head clean,
we moved to a position on our sides so that I could really fuck him
properly.  After I shot another load of cum deep into his bowels, I asked,
"Could we rest a few minutes?"

My way of `resting' was to get a wash cloth and clean up a bit.  I returned
to the bedroom where Marty was just sitting leaned back on the headboard
having a cigarette.  He was still kind of semi-hard, so I joined him on the
bed.  I started the conversation while I fondled his cock, "If that blonde
hunk is half as good as you, I'm going to have a fun time while the work
goes along next door".  "That sounds interesting", Marty offered, "But I
gotta warn you, he has a 10" cock that stays hard for hours, and he loves
to fuck".  To that I replied, "I'm getting hot in anticipation", as I moved
lower in the bed and began to lick Marty's cut, glistening, pre-cum
dripping hot cock.  I couldn't hold back, I took his meat all the way down
my throat and tried to give him a suck job like he had given me.  I started
to pump his cock with my right hand while I slid his hot piece in and out
of my mouth.  It didn't take too long before he started to moan loud and
gently pushed my head further onto his throbbing cock.  Then I felt it: Hot
cum began to flow from his cock into my mouth and down my throat.  I sucked
him even harder knowing that my reward was a continuing flow of his hot
cum.

After I had cleaned all of the cum off of Marty's cock, I returned to a
position on the bed next to him and lit a cigarette.  "Sam, were you
serious about having a go with that blonde hunk"?  By the way his name is
Jerry".  "Would you mind having a threesome sometime?", was my answer.
"Sure, I can arrange that, how about Saturday, that way we can have a hot
time all night if you want".  "Do it", I said, "We can get together about
six or seven at night.

 My next date set up for two days hence, I started to massage Marty's meat
again to a stage of high and hard agitation. When Marty's cock had grown to
about 8.5" and began to drip pre-cum, I went to work.  I reached for the
baby oil and slicked that throbbing piece of man flesh so it would have no
trouble entering me.

I put some of the oil at the entrance of my love hole and turned onto my
stomach.  Marty mounted me and slid first his large cock-head in, followed
quickly by a hot 8" rod.  He then began to ride me for all that he was
worth for about an hour.  I counted at least three bursts of hot cum into
my ass before he, breathless, pulled out of me and leaned back on the bed
on his back, exhausted.  "OK, ready for another blow job?", I kidded him.
His way of replying was to turn on his side and cover up, laughing all the
while.

"Sam, where do you get your stamina?", while he had another cigarette and a
few sips of his beer.  "Oh, it comes with having so much free time on my
hands", I replied.

After a short while we decided to take a shower together, only after I
promised not to try anything until he had a time to settle down.  Marty was
apparently not used to having orgasms several times over a short period.
We had a nice hot shower together, and as we were drying off outside the
tub, just for fun, I got down on my knees in front of him as he sat on the
toilet cover drying himself.  He looked down at me smiling, knowing that my
promises were useless.  I started to swallow his growing hard-on and sucked
his entire cock down my throat for just a short time before we began to
fill my mouth with another burst of hot cum.  After I took it all, I got up
on my feet, and said "My promises only work in the room that I make them".
"I'll remember that", Marty replied.

After we had finished dressing, we returned to the deck and just relaxed
for the rest of the afternoon.  As Marty got ready to leave later that
night, he reminded me of our date with Jerry on Saturday.  "I'm counting
the minutes", I said as I kissed him goodnight, and as he worked his tongue
into my mouth, I started to fondle him through his cut-offs.  He opened my
front door, laughing, saying: "I got to get out of here and beat off, and I
can't wait for Saturday, good night hot stuff".

................To be continued...............