Date: Fri, 10 Jul 2009 13:10:11 +0200 From: Dave Gabriel Subject: Yardwork With Tom-5 The next morning, I was in for several surprises. 10:00 rolled around, and Tom didn't show up. Just when I was getting nervous, on my third cup of coffee, a red Ford pick up truck rolled up the driveway at 10:30. I recognized it after a few seconds - it was Tom's older brother, Steve! Steve was 29 at the time. He was married and had two little kids and lived close by. We got along well and related on kid stuff. I had hired him to do a lot of odds'n'ends stuff around the house - carpentry work mainly, stuff I was completely inept at, and he had a real knack for. He was very masculine in demeanor and nicely built - not tall and lanky like Tom, but a little shorter and more filled out in his chest, probably from the construction work he did for his main job. Steve was also really handsome: Big liquid blue eyes, large lips, great cheek bones, and a big tuft of black hair, jet black like Tom's, on his head. I always loved seeing him just to enjoy his presence, but today my stomach lurched - had Tom told him what happened the last few days? Was he coming here to kick my ass or worse? He got out of the truck and slammed the door. "Hey Steve," I yelled from the front door, as casual as possible. "Good to see you!" "Yeah, you too," he said, smiling. Neutral - hard to tell. He wasn't a stupid guy - he might play along at first like he didn't know about Tom and I, even if he did. "Tom went fishing with his uncle today and I told him I could help you out instead for a day. Okay with you?" "Sure! There's a bunch of stuff you could really help me out with carpentery-wise, if you feel like it. I can pay you how I always pay you." That's more than what Tom was getting. Steve did really good work and was quick. "Whatever, don't worry about that." One thing about Steve - like Tom, he was really polite. I found that really sexy all the time in a guy, especially when it was coupled with some raw maleness under the surface. We got started in the shed. Steve set up a table there and had some tools from the last time he was at our place already. He was measuring and cutting some plywood that he would use to reinforce our front door, which never shut right. Like Tom, he was laconic. I kept up the conversation. "How's Cheryl and the little ones?" I asked. "Good. She's real busy. The little guy won't leave her alone. You know how they are with their mom at that age." He was looking down while he worked. There was a silence. The only thing I noticed over the course of 45 minutes or so while we worked- because I was really looking for signs - was that he was breathing unusually heavy, almost flaring through his nostrils. Suddenly he spoke, not looking up. "Tom told me what you guys did the last few days." He put down the saw, and then he looked up, not smiling. I said nothing. I was petrified; my stomach turned and my dick retracted into itself. My legs were weak with fear. I just looked at him, waiting. "What kind of person are you anyway?" he said. The volume had risen, on the way to yelling. There was a husky, clipped tone - this was his anger, which of course I had never seen. "Tom's still just a kid you know." "Steve, I'm sorry. I don't know how it happened..." "The hell you don't. You led him on, took advantage of him - he's just a kid with lots of hormones." He took two steps toward me and puffed up visibly. "I should kick your ass. We put our trust in you as neighbors." He moved closer. Now he was inches from me. I could see the spit in his mouth bunching up into cottony globs - shit, he was really angry. "We invite you and your family over for Thanksgiving dinner, we pick up your mail when you go away - and you molest my little brother. Fucking BAS-tard," he hissed, and as he said 'BAS' he pushed me forcefully back. I flew against the wall and knocked my head a little, not really hurt, but shocked. He breathed heavily in short gasps. He approached me and pushed me against the door, holding me there with his two strong hands against my chest, and just looked at me, gasping still. I met his gaze. Then I saw the tears well up. His gasps turned into little sobs. He still held me there, looking at as he cried - no moaning, just breathing and tears. It freaked me out and I wanted so much to comfort him. I knew, instantly, that there was more to Steve than what was on the surface - there was something he was holding onto, something that he had done, and it was related to his reaction now, his tears and anger. I tried to release myself a little from his grip so I could embrace him and comfort him. He held me though, pushing me against the door. It hurt. Any time I tried to move, he overpowered me, as he cried silently, looking at me. The more I moved though, the closer he came to me, until it was finally an embrace of sorts, with him holding me there captor, while he cried. Now his head was next to mine and his strong body was against me. I felt the muscles of his chest and his forearms, and smelled the deodorant he was wearing, mingled with his sweat. Now I couldn't see his face, and that's probably what he wanted. He spoke quietly, clipped, next to my ear. "He...Tom...Tom and I - we..." "You what?" I asked gently. "Don't worry. Tell me. It's okay, Steve." "We...had sex together." He breathed out, trembling. "It's okay, Steve." I felt incredible relieve - for myself. And I wanted to comfort Steve, to let him know he wasn't bad. He moved his hands finally off my shoulders and stepped back. "No...no it's not." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Yeah it is." I rested it there and caressed him, squeezing his strong arm a little bit. With my other hand I cupped his cheek. He was so beautiful, with those big blue eyes and strong jawbone, and his two-day beard. He looked at me, not smiling. We stayed like that for a while. Then, he took my hand off his cheek and put it by my side. He pushed me lightly, but roughly, against the door again. He started to unbuckle his belt then, and then unbutton his flannel shirt, all the time looking at me. "Get your clothes off," he said. I paused for a moment in disbelief, and then obeyed, kicking off my shoes, and pulling off my shirt. He smirked at my naked chest. He pulled his wife beater off and I almost got weak - shiny black hairs around his hairy nipples, beautifully formed muscles. Big glory trail below his belly. You could see the six-pack at his belly, but he had a nice layer of thin fat there - just right, not all ripped like some magazine. Fucking hot Steve, right in front of me, pissed off and worked up, and ready for sex. I pulled down my pants and he looked at my boner impersonally, smiling briefly. Strangely, I felt the color run to my face. I was 6 years older than him but felt like a kid. He pulled down his briefs and his cock was huge - bigger than Tom's, probably 8 inches and quite thick, sticking out lewdly. It had a little blue tint to it - all that blood coursing through there. He stood in front of me. "Suck me. Get it wet," he said gruffly. I kneeled down and licked first. He jumped a little and took my head roughly in his right hand, pulling my hair a little. I opened my mouth and he pushed me down onto his cock. I gagged. He pulled me off of him. "Lick it again." I licked the head and down to the base. It tasted great - salty, and muskier than Tom's. "Stand up." I stood, naked and hard. "Lay on your back on the table." I did so, and he pulled my whole body easily forward so that my hole was on the edge. He spit onto his hand and rubbed his dick quickly, getting it wetter, then spit again onto his forefingers and roughly spread it around my hole. I shook all over, and he laughed quietly. He spread my legs, saying, "Gonna fuck you." Without any fanfare, he pushed his thick had against my ring and it went in a couple inches. I breathed in quickly and held onto the sides of the table. Then he pushed further and was in completely. He hit my prostrate immediately and a wave of pleasure moved through me, mixed with a little pain. Steve was big, and he was fucking me rough, poking the sides of my anal cavity with his cock head as he moved back and forth. Within 30 seconds it was over. He pushed forward suddenly and held his dick all the way in there, and I felt his cock pulse in me, and a little feeling of wetness deep in there. As he came, he reached forward and held my chest, and I found it so erotic - he was holding me there like a little animal so I wouldn't run away, while he finished himself off, taking his pleasure. He pulled out slowly, breathing heavily. "Sit up," he said. "Clean me up with your mouth." I took his big, slimy cock into my mouth and cleaned his cum off slowly with my tongue, sucking him too. Some more cum leaked out of his head, and I could taste my own musky asshole. Then he pushed me off, and sat down on the chair next to the table, looking at me, as his breathing slowed.