You will, of
course, be familiar with the expression Cowboy
Builders - I
can tell you that for one short summer I worked with the firm
that invented the term. A & R Grace Master Builders would
have been better named Bodgit & Scarper Rip Off Merchants to
the General Public. The two brothers, Alan and Richard, always
had a full order book of rich and totally gullible customers.
I had just finished my first year at university when I stumbled
into a holiday job with Messrs A & R Grace. It is a time
which has brought a wealth of experience to my life not least of
all the week we were engaged to replace the wooden windows in a
large conservatory of a home just outside the Royal Town of
Tunbridge Wells. The house was on a wide avenue where only the
wealthy could afford to reside, little place for me coming from
a three bedroom semi in a far less fashionable town.
Richard Grace surveyed the job, offered a highly excessive price
which he then persuaded the home owner to accept as a major
bargain. On day one of the job I was left alone while Richard
and his brother Alan buggered off to start work on another
property. It was my task to take out all the wooden frames and
glass ready for the new PVCu replacements to be fitted.
"Just throw the rubbish in the skip on the drive,"
Alan had told me, "But be careful of the car. I asked him
to move it but he said he would be going out soon. Just take
care what you do as you carry things round to the front of the
house until he does."
I nodded.
That car was a rich blue Bentley shining like a jewel in the
early sun. In actual fact, I hadn't finished removing even the
first window when I heard its tyres crack on the gravel and
disappear down the long drive to the road.
Already it was hot, so I took off my shirt. It felt good in the
warm morning air and after all aren't builders supposed to work
stripped to the waist ?
The conservatory was large and covered most of one side of the
house. The brothers were going to show a tidy profit from
replacing so many windows. Strictly speaking it wasn't a
conservatory - it had no plants and things - but its half brick
and half glass room covered a swimming pool. The water did look
so inviting and I was tempted but a quick dip would have been
more than my job was worth and, besides, I had neither swimming
trunks nor towel.
I worked away for three hours and removed several of the large
windows before I decided to stop and take a drink. I had a
bottle of lemonade which had remained adequately cool in the
shade. I drank long and hard. It was good but not as good as the
water in the pool. Dare I ? My upper body was glistening with
sweat and I knew I would work much better if I could steal a
quick swim. I could swim in my pants and then towel dry with my
shirt. Yes, why not ? Nobody would ever know.
I was just finalising my plan prior to putting action behind it
when a door into the conservatory opened. Simultaneously I went
hot and cold from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.
I wasn't alone at the house after all. Thank got he hadn't
entered through that door five minutes later and caught me. My
mind exploded with the thoughts of what might have been. What a
narrow escape !
It was a lad of similar age to myself, he was prepared and
dressed to swim. I guessed he must have been the son of the
owner of the house. He smiled at me then took a long shallow
dive. The waters parted effortlessly as his body, shaped like an
arrow, pierced beneath the surface. As quietly and efficiently
as the water had parted they closed after him as he submerged to
a depth of about eighteen or so inches. For a time he glided
then beat two strokes from his breast before surfacing. Using a
less stylish front crawl he thrashed about, up and down a few
times before stopping at the pool-side opposite where I was
working. He stood up in the shallow water and rested his hands
on the tiled surround.
"Hi."
"Hi," I smiled a little embarrassed. Thank goodness I
hadn't succumbed to my earlier desires.
"I'm Scott," the lad said with a friendly note in his
voice.
We spoke through one of the gaps formed where I had removed a
window.
"Robert," I replied, "but everyone calls me
Bob."
Scott laughed loudly and until he explained I simply did not
understand the joke. "Hey - Bob the builder !!"
"Actually this is just a summer job, I'm a student."
"Same here," Scott said. "I'm at Warwick."
"Oxford," I explained.
"Hey clever boy. Too clever to work as a builder."
"The money's OK."
"You hot ?"
I was.
"Want to join me ?"
I did.
"Come on in."
"But I -"
"Wear your pants and I'll find you a towel later."
That water was delicious and the perfect compliment to a hot
summer day. Where I had removed the windows a cool breeze came
in and caressed us as we swam.
I was wearing a pair of white briefs which when wet turned quite
translucent. As I climbed out of the pool to sit on one of the
white plastic chairs Scott sniggered. "Hey man you dick's
visible."
I blushed. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry mate. Do you reckon it's as big as mine
?"
Now I am quite well endowed but not over so. I lost my virginity
in the sixth form at school and there had been three other girls
since - none had complained. And, of course, like all horny
young guys I fitted in a daily wank into my schedule however
busy it became. No, it worked well enough and I had nothing to
be ashamed of.
"So ?"
"So ?" I repeated Scott's words.
"So are you a bigger boy than me ?"
"I don't know do I."
"Only one way to find out." Scott
dropped his trunks and stood quite naked on the wet tiled floor.
He was a fine specimen and, yes, he could have been a little
bigger than me but it would have been a close thing.
"Come along Bob the Builder, get them off !"
Something inside me quelled any further hesitation and I stepped
out of those white underpants.
"Hmmmm, similar," Scott observed. "We'd have to
measure to get a proper result. I do like those pubes."
I am dark haired, almost black and down below I have a thick
forest. Scott was fair, almost blonde. Standing there naked I
was beginning to develop a semi-stiff hard on.
"You had a wank yet today ?" Scott asked.
"No," I lied. The truth was I had woken up with a real
stiff boner as I do every morning and had jerked it off to a
splendid ejaculation. What better way to start a day ?
"Well I have," Scott smiled, "but I'm ready now
for another."
We sat back in those two white plastic chairs, legs apart and
facing one another. Both had his manhood in his hand and beat
forth to perfection.
The morning passed and in the early afternoon I had to return to
work. When my two bosses came back they chastened me for how
little work I had done, complaining that my generation didn't
know the meaning of work. Why should they pay taxes to keep lazy
sods like me in universities when they had left school early and
grafted from day one ? But on the way home they changed position
and thanked me for the slow progress.
"He'll think the job is more involved and as there is a
daily rate we'll make more money out of him," Richard
explained. "You'll'' be on your own again tomorrow so try
to match the pace."
I intended to.
OK, I will have to confess to you now reading this that I had a
couple of wanking sessions with guys when I was at school but
they were more experimental than anything else and certainly not
sexual. As I explained earlier I have had a few good lays and no
way could I have ever been gay. No, not even bi-sexual but that
brief encounter with Scott made me start to look at myself in a
different light. I thought hard and came to a preliminary
conclusion that the feelings I was developing were not born out
of infatuation but more. Scott was fun but that was all, he had
been in the right place at the right time and a catalyst for
something which was lurking inside my subconscious being. I
needed to explore more this new trait I had found within me and
couldn't wait for tomorrow.
I had planned that evening to do some work on a major essay
which I needed to complete for the start of the new term but it
was impossible for me to concentrate, to think and put my mind
to anything save the events of that day. I wasn't gay and I
wasn't bi-sexual, at least I didn't think that I was, but if I
had the choice there and then of sex with a woman or Scott it
would be the latter I would chose. I urgently wanted to repeat
those activities with Scott and I wanted more. A lot more.
As I sat trying to put words into my university project a hand
slipped down the front of my trousers and soon all work was
discarded in favor of yet another good solid wank. I was back on
that pool-side naked with my new friend and jerking away for all
I was worth. It felt good, very good but no matter how hard my
imagination tried to put me back in time not so good as it had
actually been sharing the act with Scott.
These thoughts filled my head all evening and nearly all of the
night. I slept for only a couple of light hours and enjoyed
wanking twice more before the dawn sun broke though into my
room. Never before had I wanked so many times in twenty-four
hours, I amazed myself.
Having been awake for much of the night it was not easy to get
out of bed the next day but the prospect of seeing Scott again
filled my mind and gave me the more than the motivation I needed
to get ready for work. As I always do I awoke with a hard boner,
even after so many times of jerking off the previous day and
during the night, but this time I resisted all temptation - I
would save it now until later.
I was left alone at the house and instructed to continue
removing the old wooden window frames. I removed four large
windows and took them round to the skip at the front of the
house. There was no car on the driveway that morning and there
was no sign of Scott. I wondered if he was perhaps not at home.
With an air of bitter disappointment beginning to fill me I
continued working. The hard on I had beneath my trousers ever
since I had got out of bed eventually faded and a lack of sleep
began to make me feel tired.
I didn't notice Scott when he first entered the conservatory but
when he spoke my sleepy spirits lifted. "Well if it isn't
Bob the Builder," he chuckled.
I looked at him and smiled. My cock sprang upright. He was
totally naked save for a white towel hanging limply over his
left shoulder and that was the only limp thing about him. I
placed both of my hands onto the brickwork of one of the empty
window spaces, pressed down and vaulted inside.
"Those clothes are dirty," Scott said and you are
dropping dust all over the floor. Better take them off."
I agreed and soon they were gone.
"Come up to my room, we can swim later," Scott
continued. "I have a video ready for you to watch."
I followed him through the house, up a broad stairway and into
his bedroom. As I walked behind him I admired his bum and felt
that instinct was trying to open a new area of knowledge for me.
We sat together on Scott's bed as he pointed the remote to a
large wide screen television at the side of the room. Two guys,
perhaps a little older than we, were engaged in full sexual
activity. I knew I wanted to do the same with Scott.
"I'm not gay," I tried to explain," but what we
did yesterday was a real turn on and I want to do more with
you."
"I'm not gay either," Scott smiled. "Last night I
fucked my girlfriend but I do like taking pleasure with a guy.
So do you want to do that to me ?" He nodded towards the
TV.
I did.
In keeping with the size and opulence of the rest of that house
Scott had one hell of a room. Far more than a bedroom it had its
own bathroom with both a sunken bath and a shower, a sitting
area with a dark wood desk which would not have been out of
place in the board room of a major company and a computer which
alone would have cost a fortune. But all of these surroundings
soon passed into oblivion as I concentrated on my friend and the
few square feet occupied by the bed.
I have previously explained that Scott was gifted with two
perfectly formed and symmetrical cheeks, as he turned these
buttocks towards me the sight caused me to take a sharp intake
of breath. I breathed very deeply several times and the
additional oxygen flow to my brain released even more adrenaline
into my system. My cock could not wait and eagerly steered its
way towards the welcoming line where those two buttocks met.
Scott was kneeling on the bed facing away from me. As my cock
gently stroked between his cheeks he bent over onto all fours.
I felt as if my young heart would burst, such was the rate at
which it was beating. Faster and faster and faster. In pure
anticipation of the physical energies I was about to expend my
whole body began to break out into faint and small beads of
sweat. The perfume was that of the shower gel I had used
earlier, a pleasing and sensual aroma.
Soon the throbbing head of my cock was exploring deep between
Scott's cheeks and found the way of its destiny. I pressed
slightly and Scott groaned a little. It was a sound made to
encourage my continuance and nothing more. Gently but firmly I
continued my pursuit. How truly wonderful it felt, a new
pleasure previously unknown to me and one holding out a
welcoming hand for more.
As I pressed deeper my friend began to groan louder. "It
hurts but please don't stop."
I hesitated, it was after all a natural reaction.
"No, don't stop. Pain brings gain."
With a final solid shove I was all the way in. Scott let out a
deep gasp which turned to a faint cry, a cry of delight. For me
all delight was beyond anything I had previously known. It was
different to being inside a female, it was better - yes much
better - far, far better.
I think I could have remained there quite motionless and savored
the sensual joy of my new experience but I felt that joy could
be heightened. retracting just slightly then pushing in I began
the motion I knew would bring me the ultimate pleasure.
My hands were flat on Scott's back and I could feel the sweat
being generated by his body. My head fell back slightly in order
that I may better breath in its aroma.
My cock was working on an automatic overdrive with a will all of
its own. Faster and faster it thrashed deep inside Scott. With
each movement I could feel it growing larger and harder. I had
never been so aroused. My balls felt heavy and full but they
continued to hang low and not pull tighter towards me, instead
they were swaying ever so gently in perfect and opposite
synchronisation to my rhythmic pushing.
There was a sap now rising and I would not be able to contain it
for much longer. My lower stomach muscles tightened and an
electric wave began to sweep through my whole body. I pinched my
own buttocks together as tightly as I could and withdrew from
Scott as far as I could without establishing an exit. Then with
a last and violent push I let go every tensed up muscle and
came. Although I voluntarily initiated that final move from then
on no further action needed command from me. My cock twitched
with a life of its own and it spat out more and more of its
man-juice. Time lost all reckoning as it continued - on and on
and wonderfully on.
Only when all was finally spent did I withdraw and collapse on
my back. Scott knelt between my legs facing me and smiled.
"You are one mean fucker. Was that your first time ?"
"Yes," I replied. "Was it OK ?"
"OK ? Man it was brilliant you could fuck for England Bob.
Bob the Builder World Champion Fucker. Now suck me off."
As I moved to oblige my mobile telephone in my jeans began to
ring. I reached down and fumbled to pick it up.
"Hell it's Alan, my boss," I said looking at the small
screen.
"You'd better answer it then."
"Where the fuck are you boy ?" Alan demanded.
"We're at the house; where are you ?"
"Shit," I said very softly under my breath then in a
voice he would be able to hear, "I'm inside, upstairs. Just
a minute and I will be with you."
I frantically dressed and tumbled downstairs, out the front door
and round the side of the house to meet the two brothers.
"Where the effin hell have you been ?' Richard began to
take issue with me.
I had already prepared my answer as I scrambled down the stairs.
"Sorry," I started my explanation. "I needed the
loo."
"So I see," Richard continued. "Did we disturb
you ? Did you leave in a hurry ? I hope you had time to shake
it. Don't you think you have better do your fly up ?"
I blushed to the deep colour of a pillar box and reached down to
quickly bring my zip up to the level of my belt. The brothers
appeared to accept my apology and believe my story, after all
they had no reason to question anything. They were reasonably
pleased with my work as they began to inspect the empty window
spaces and make comments about fixing in the new units the next
day.
Then Scott appeared. He began to apologise for my absence from
the job. I quickly cut him short before he could say anything to
contradict my explanation.
Unlike when I first saw him that day, when he was quite naked,
he now wore a football shirt and a pair of denim jeans.
"You been for a pee as well ?" Richard enquired.
"Hey did you two go together ?"
Scott looked blank.
"Do your fly up son."
Like me his zip was at its lowest extremity. For the second time
in as many moments I felt the warming colour rising in my face.
Scott looked at me, smiled and winked an eye.
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