Date: Sat, 06 Apr 2019 19:36:45 +1030 From: Stephen Clark Subject: Both Hope you enjoy this story. All copyright is reserved to me Larry Ryder larry.ryder@mail.com [always happy to receive your comments with any suggestions! I'd like that too! Tell me how you like the story so far ] I am sure that you understand that such stories are legally managed in many jurisdictions. If you are too young (under 18 or 21), or forbidden by law, then go to (https://www.artsy.net/artist/jackson-pollock) and enjoy other artistic pursuits. Everyone suggests, and I do as well , that you should support Nifty financially [http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html] ---------- I am younger than I think I am. Today I feel about thirty five and every bone is aching. But I can still manage an erection, and I can still appreciate that the guy who is cleaning the windows really needs to have his arse fucked. He looks to be about twenty two. Six foot two, and sturdy build. He has no problem washing the windows. He seems totally oblivious to how much distraction he is causing those of us inside the building. I am sure that I am not the only one who is delighting in seeing him stretch and flex in front of the windows. I know that Dave in the next suite really gets off on watching `the help', we have often laughed about it. Neither of us has been at all secretive about how much we like to look at the guys who work around us. The window cleaner, I think his name is Eric, is fairly swarthy. He has hair on his chest and arms, and looks pretty fit. I am not even quite sure how or why I know his name. Maybe one day when I was working inside, he received a parcel from the delivery man. He brought it in and gave it to me, "The guy brought this, and I signed for it." I just laughed , and took it from him. It was stationery or something low key "Thanks, you shouldn't really have to do that, " I offered , and laughed, "It's not a problem, all part of the service" He turned and left and I couldn't help but think that I had a couple of other ideas about the service he could render. He cleaned every couple of weeks, and I got to know him a little. "Where do you live?" I asked him once, "Down by the beach." "Do you have a girl?" "No, I don't do girls!" He smiled and I carelessly answered, "Neither do I!" We both laughed. It was a couple of weeks before we crossed paths again. He was still washing windows "So," I said, "would you like to go out for a drink?" "Sure, I'd like that...I don't do girls, and you don't do girls...seems like a good match" That night we went to The Albion and had a couple of drinks, occasionally our hands grazed each others and we just laughed "I think," I suggested, " I would quite like to get to know you more intimately" "Oh," he smiled, " you mean you want to fuck me!" "Well that's one way of putting it. But frankly I was hoping you would fuck me too." I leant in and our lips touched "This is not quite the right place." His hand fell down and touched my private parts. "I know you are ready" he breathed as his hand caressed my cock and balls "I want your cum, in my arse, in my mouth, smattered all over my face" I whispered, "Fuck me now!!!" We left without any ceremony. "Where to?" I panted. I don't live far away but I wasn't sure if I was quite ready for him to spend the night. Looking back I was being a bit cagey. "Over there," he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me round, I quite liked the sense of being controlled. He propelled me into a lane, it got darker the further down you go. "Is this safe?" I spluttered. "Did you want safe? I find it rather boring. I don't really do safe", he kissed me hard on the lips and we collapsed in laughter. By now I had already undone his jeans and was tugging on them trying to see in the dark. I could see the flash of white Aussiebums, it was the only light in this the darkest of spaces. I could sense the heat of his loins. I grabbed him roughly. "So do you want to fuck here or get a room?" It seemed stupid. I wanted this guy, and he wanted me and here we were in a dark lane. "Both," I screamed as I plunged my face into his crotch. The smell was wonderful. Now some people don't get this; although men can "stink"...by and large the odeur (have used the French spelling to indicate the delicacy) is subtle and barely describable . It is, do they call it pheromones?, soft and barely noticeable. Women don't get it at all, but we gay guys do. As I soaked in the man-scent, I felt myself go up three points in the rigidity scales, my cock was now harder than it had been. I just wanted to "eat" him. It was not just about swallowing his cock, as beautiful as it was...shall describe it in a minute...I needed to devour everything about him. I wanted his Aussiebums to put in my lunch box so I could just suck on them tomorrow. He pushed me up against the wall, "So do you want to be fucked? Or fuck?" I didn't bother to answer, he had his hands on my arse and my jeans were around my knees. He had fallen to the ground and, oh bliss, his lips were now around my cock. I have cum a couple of times from being sucked off, but by and large it needs more. Not that being sucked off is not great...but we guys are such whores that we need to be roped and manhandled. Eric seemed to be enjoying the challenge and then stopped. "So," as he stood up, "is that enough of a taster?" I wasn't sure what he was driving at, "Well you asked me out, and we both don't do girls," he said, " and we both want to get fucked...and to fuck, and yet you can't trust me to lie in your bed for one night." I wasn't sure where this was going but I felt embarrassed, I know he was telling me that I didn't trust him. And he was right. "I clean windows, and you shift money across the world. Some would think that one of us was a slacker or is that wanker!" I got the point. "I am also a doctoral student in environmental science," he added, " and even though you are a prat, I quite like you." I winced, he had got me, I am most likely a total and utter leech. "So," he reiterated, "I want more. I don't want to be your window-cleaner fuck. I want to be your boyfriend...possibly I want to be your husband." I had no idea where this was leading, but things had changed. "Let's go," I said pulling up my jeans and squeezing his cock one last time. "you got me and I don't want to let you go." "Not so fast," he fell to his knees again. This time his suck was more intense, "I need some sustenance." His mouth greedily enveloped me, it didn't really matter. In thirty seconds I shot almost all my semen into him. All I could say was "Oh fuck!" As we left the darkened lane I took him by the hand, it was as though I never wanted to let him go. "It's not far, and it's not you I can't trust," I muttered, "it's me; I have commitment issues." We walked rapidly hand in hand, I dragged him as best I could. This had turned into something bigger than I had ever imagined. "So, " he said as we took the stairs two at a time, " is there anything you won't do?" "No, I'm up for everything. I don't really do scat, but I could..." I looked at him "I suppose if you wanted." Why did I even raise the subject of shit? I don't get it but he didn't seem bothered. "Shit is not really a turn on," he offered, "but you can piss on me any day of the week" This was way deeper than I had ever been with any other guy. My problem was not `doing sex stuff' but admitting that I liked it, and conceding that I was indeed prepared to do anything . As we go to the door of my apartment I took the initiative. I pushed him into the door and spoke into his now after five bearded face "It's not the stuff we can do, I can do anything...but I'm shit scared of being emotionally naked with you or with anyone else." His lips touched mine and he breathed into my face, "You and me both, that's the whole point." Things had changed. There seemed less hurry when we entered my apartment. This was not going to be a short stay. As we entered we just hugged and kissed. I had never known anything like this intimacy. Let's face face it, although I had fucked quite a few guys and been fucked I had probably only experienced sex, and not much intimacy. "What would you like to do?" I asked him. "I think I'd just like to sit and play with your cock, and then see where that goes " "Do you want to get naked?" "Not really, I just want to stroke your cock and make you happy" We sat on the lounge and I undid my jeans, he took hold of my dick which was now raging hard "I don' t want you to come yet" he said and leant over and took me in his mouth. It did occur to me that if he didn't want me to come then why the fuck was he sucking my cock! But he had better control than I did, he pulled down my briefs and sniffed deeply "You smell good," he said as he smiled up at me. After ten minutes or so I was ready to blow. "Eric, I'm going to come," I pathetically offered "That's O.K." He reached behind me and placed a finger in my arse, I squealed uncontrollably and he pushed another finger in "Just roll with it." I had never felt anything like it. Although I had fucked and been fucked, this was new. This was someone who knew how to please another man. My cock swelled and I knew the inevitable would happen. Streams of cum shot into his mouth. All I could think about was that I wanted streams of Eric's cum to flood me. "You are one dirty little fucker, " he whispered into my ear; at the same time I knew that my jizz was on his breath. And I loved being called a `dirty little fucker'. This was day one and there is more to come