Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 20:51:11 +0100
From: Pedro Martinez <pedro976@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Builder

THE BUILDER
- by pedro976 -

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- - - - 1 - - - -

Barbara Hastings walked down her hallway to the foot of the staircase drew,
in one almighty breath and bellowed:

"Thomas Hastings!  If you do not drag yourself out of that pit of a bed now
then you will wish you had not been born!"

She was fairly certain that her neighbour's four doors down would have
heard her shouting but she could not care less.  She had a flight to catch
and she was running perilously late.

No response.  She sucked in another lung full of air ready to bellow again
but suddenly her fourteen year old son appeared at the top of the
staircase.  He was quite tall for his age.  His skill as a runner and
regular attendance at the local athletics club had given him a thin toned
build.  He was wearing just his pyjama bottoms exposing his smooth hairless
chest.  His blonde hair was tussled from where he had been sleeping and he
blearily rubbed his eyes.  He was a strikingly good looking boy.  He took
after his father on that front thought Barbara Hastings as she looked up at
him.  Shame that shit bag of a man had left them four years ago for that
slut of a personal assistant.

"What is it Mum?" He mumbled "its 7am and the school holidays!  Why are you
shouting up..."

"Tom.  For crying out loud" cut in Barbara Hastings

"You clearly do not listen to a word I say.  I am leaving now to catch my
flight to The Hague.  The builder starts today on the kitchen and you need
to be up and dressed by 8am to let him in.  Do not leave him on the
doorstep waiting because you are in bed asleep, do you hear me?"

It suddenly all came flooding back to Tom.  His Mum had to travel for work
and was going to be gone for four days.  He had persuaded her that he was
mature enough not to need any form of baby sitter and in any event she had
arranged for the kitchen to be refitted whilst she was away.  He had used
the presence of a builder to argue that he would not be alone in any event.
She had eventually agreed but on the condition he let the builder in each
morning at 8am and stayed at home to make sure nothing went wrong.  That
suited Tom down to the ground.  He wanted to crash out playing computer
games and watching movies and was looking forward to four days without
chores or nagging because if there was one thing Barbara Hastings excelled
at, it was nagging.

"Yeah I hear you" he answered.

His mother was about to say more, clearly unsatisfied with his dismissive
tone, but he was saved by the horn of the taxi that had arrived to take her
to the airport.

"That is the taxi, I am off, see you in four days"

With that she grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door.  The slam
echoed around the house for a moment before all was quite once more.  Tom
took a deep breath, yawned, stretched and then went straight back to bed.

- - - - 2 - - - -

Whoever was banging, Tom wished they would stop.  He rolled over to the
other side of his double bed and pulled the pillow over his head.  The
banging continued.  What on earth were they doing he thought.

"Shit!" he suddenly muttered.

It must be the builder banging the front door.  He scrambled out of bed and
saw that the time was just after 8am.  He could imagine his mother's face
if she knew that he had fallen back asleep.  It was not a nice image.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cried as he charged out of his bedroom and down the
stairs.  He got to the front door and without thinking he threw it open.
What he saw in front of him made him gasp in surprise.

Stood on the door step was the man who was clearly there to refit the
kitchen.  Tom could tell because there was a bag of tools in his hand and a
builders van parked on the drive.  What made him gasp was the size of the
guy.  He was huge.  He towered over Tom and must have been at least 6'7" if
not taller.  He had a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and a firm square jaw
line.  His head rested on a massively veined neck that lead to the widest
shoulders Tom had ever seen.  His huge pectoral muscles were straining to
rip through the material of his red t-shirt and his biceps twitched with
power.  Tom couldn't help notice that his tight jeans barely held a great
bulge at the front, framed by calf muscles bigger than Tom's entire torso.

Tom was so shocked he couldn't speak.  His mouth just hung open.

The giant man in front of him raised an eyebrow and asked in a thick
Eastern European accent "You have kitchen done?"

"Um, kitchen, um yeah?" Tom stuttered in reply, desperately trying to catch
his wits whilst being suddenly conscious of the fact that he was still just
wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else.  He involuntarily folded his arms
for security.

"I come in?" the man asked when Tom made no effort to move.

"Um yeah, sure" Tom stepped out the way and the man walked in.  Tom could
feel the power radiating from his body as he went past him.  There was
something frightening yet magnetic about him.  Like when you saw one of
nature's giants, a lion or a polar bear up close.

Tom led the man down the hallway.

"Ok then, here is the kitchen.  My Mum has moved everything out so you
should be good to go" offered Tom.

"Mmm" the man grunted.  He suddenly turned to Tom and held out a hand the
size of a shovel.

"I Krzysztof" he introduced himself.

"Oh yeah, right" mumbled Tom, embarrassed at his lack of manners.

"I am Tom" and he took the big man's hand.  His grip was like a vice and
Tom winced as they shook.

Krzysztof grunted in acknowledgement, turned, and put his tool bag down.
He looked back at Tom who was stood frozen to the spot and fixed him with
his piercing blue eyes.  Tom felt himself wilting under his gaze and wished
that he had stopped to put a t-shirt on.  He must look so puny to this guy.

After a second of awkward silence Tom decided it was time to leg it.  "I
will be upstairs... um... yeah" he mumbled and bolted out the kitchen and
back up to his bedroom as quickly as his legs would carry him.

He shut his door behind him and dived under his covers.  He felt his cheeks
burning with embarrassment.  What the hell was wrong with him he thought?
He had opened the door without a t-shirt on for God's sake.  That was all.
Why was he so worried about it?  He couldn't put his finger on the answer.
There was something magnetic about Krzysztof that meant you couldn't help
but marvel at his powerful physique.

Tom also realised that it had something to do with the way he had been
feeling lately.  He was no stranger to sex.  Well on the internet anyway.
He had a laptop and Ipad and his mother was singularly uninterested in
monitoring what he did on them.  Like most boys his age he was a
masturbation fanatic.  He jacked off whenever he had a spare moment.  The
internet was awash with free porn and he trawled the sites looking for new
stuff to get off to.

He had never had cause to question his sexuality until a few months ago.
Bored of the same old videos he had strayed into the gay section on one of
the websites.  He had been drawn to videos involving what were called
"twinks", young guys in their teens.  He had watched a video set in a
locker room where two athletic guys had sucked each other off then one of
them had fucked the other.  Tom had to admit that it was hot and he had
imagined himself fucking another guy in the locker room after athletic
practice.  He reasoned that if he jacked off to straight porn where the
girl was fucked up the arse then there was no difference to imagining
fucking a guy in the same way.

He had never found himself fantasising about guys who looked like Krzysztof
though.  Guys like that were not twinks but real hard, strong men who could
break you in two as soon as look at you.  Was he embarrassed by Krzysztof
because he fancied him?  No that couldn't be it he told himself.  It really
couldn't.

Downstairs he could hear the sound of Krzysztof getting started on taking
out the old kitchen fittings.  He couldn't help but let his mind wander
back to thinking about how massive his biceps were.  The old fittings stood
no chance against his strength.  What would it be like to touch those huge
solid muscles he wondered?

"Fucking hell" he muttered under his breath breaking the spell of his day
dream.  He was determined not to think about this anymore.  Grabbing a
towel he went and showered, doing everything he could not to conjure up
images of the huge hunk downstairs.

Having got dried off and dressed into his usual t-shirt and jeans Tom was
about to head down to get a drink and something to eat from the makeshift
kitchen his Mother had set up in the utility room.  She had put in a
mini-fridge and microwave in there so that he could survive for the days
that the work was being done.

He hesitated though as he reached the top of the staircase.  Going to the
utility room meant passing Krzysztof and he really didn't want to.  From
what he could hear the muscle man was well into ripping out the old
kitchen.  Maybe he would be too busy to notice him go by thought Tom and
with that thought offering him some courage he headed down stairs.

At the end of the hallway he stopped and carefully peeked around the door
frame at the entrance to the kitchen.  He really wished he hadn't.  Ripping
out the kitchen was obviously hard work because Krzysztof had taken off his
t-shirt.

His body was absolutely packed with pumped up muscle.  Tom could see his
two large pert nipples erect on top of his giant pecs.  Every inch of the
guy was covered in powerful gym pumped muscle.  Tom also noticed the mass
of tattoos running down the builder's arms.  He was too scared to look for
long enough to make out what the pictures were.  Instead he took a deep
breath and darted past to the utility room.  Grabbing enough snacks to see
him through the day he darted back the way he came and up to his room.  He
shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief.  He was determined not to go
back downstairs until Krzysztof had gone home for the day.

He passed the time playing his Xbox and hitting himself in the head every
time his mind began to wander back to thinking about the builder.  Soon
enough 6pm arrived and he heard Krzysztof shouting up from the bottom of
the stairs.

"I go for day now" he called.

Tom slightly opened his door and shouted back.

"Ok, bye"

He heard the front door open and then shut.  Breathing a sigh of relief he
waited until he heard Krzysztof's van pull away from the drive and went
downstairs.  The kitchen had been totally ripped out.  Tom would not have
been surprised if Krzysztof had done it with his bare hands.  He smacked
himself in the head again.

"Stop thinking about him" he muttered out loud.

- - - - 3 - - - -

"You slag!" shouted one woman at the other.

Tom was eating his microwave dinner whilst watching the soap Eastenders.
He had no idea what was going on but these two women were going hammer and
tongs at each other in their local pub.  It was quite good.

Suddenly the house phone began to ring.  He put his dinner down and paused
the telly.  He wanted to see the rest of this cat fight.  He picked up the
phone from the table in the hallway.

"Hello"

"Tom, it Krzysztof"

Jesus thought Tom, what did he want?  He had pretty much succeeded in
getting all thoughts of the man out of his confused mind and now here he
was on the phone.

"I left bag in kitchen.  Can I come now to get it?"

"Um..." Tom couldn't think of a reason to say no so he agreed.

"Sure.  Just knock the front door.  I am at home."

"Ok, be there soon" Krzysztof replied.

Tom put the phone down.  Jesus Christ he thought.  He walked back into the
front room.  His dinner and the catfight on Eastenders no longer had any
pleasure in them and he slumped down on the sofa.  What the fuck was wrong
with him?  He needed to get a grip.

- - - - 4 - - - -

Even though he was expecting it the knock at the door made Tom jump.  He
walked out into the hallway.  It was definitely Krzysztof.  There was no
mistaking his massive shadow through the frosted glass panelling of the
door panels.  Tom took a deep breath and opened it.

"Tom" smiled Krzysztof "Ok for me to get bag?"

"Sure" replied Tom standing to one side.

Krzysztof walked in.  The evening was a bit chilly and he was wearing a zip
up hoody with a white vest underneath.  Tom could just make out the central
line of his chest separating those huge pectoral muscles before it
disappeared behind the white cotton material of the vest.

Krzysztof went into the kitchen and came back with his bag.

"Can I use toilet?" he asked.

"Yep it is just upstairs on the left" offered Tom and tried his best not to
watch Krzysztof's muscular arse and legs as he climbed the stairs.

Not quite sure whether he should wait holding the front door Tom decided to
shut it and instead hovered at the bottom of the stairs.  After a while of
not being able to hear very much he decided that perhaps he should make
sure Krzysztof was ok, and thinking of what his mother would say make sure
that he wasn't stealing anything.

Reluctantly he went upstairs.  As he reached the top he could see that the
bathroom door was ajar. He hesitated but found the courage and walked up to
it.  He tentatively pushed it open.

"Krzysztof are you ok..."

He stopped mid sentence and stood shocked.  Not sure what to do.  Krzysztof
had taken off his zip up hoody and was now just wearing his tight white
vest top.  He was leant over at the side of the sink snorting a line of
white powder from the top of the cistern lid.

He looked up at Tom.  "Me ok, left my bag with my stuff and need it for
weekend"

He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Tom had caught him clearly
doing cocaine in his bathroom.  His Mum would have been screaming the house
down and dialling 999 even as Tom just stood there, too dumbfounded to
speak.

Krzysztof must have taken his shock for something else because he said "You
try" and he held out the rolled up twenty pound note he had used to snort
the line to Tom.  Tom didn't know what to do.  His first reaction was to
tell Krzysztof to leave but he was completely out of his depth.  Then he
felt a sudden compulsion to agree to Krzysztof's offer.  But what was he
thinking?

 He had only ever smoked a cigarette for fucks sake and now he was
considering taking a class A drug.

"I have never... um..." stuttered Tom, unable to resolve the conflict in
his mind.

"You do little" suggested Krzysztof and again offered the note.

Fuck it resolved Tom.  What could happen?  People did it all the time.  His
Mother was away for the next four days and he surely would have recovered
from a single snort by then.  He took a deep breath.  He walked over to
Krzysztof and took the note.  There was a small line of the powder left and
without allowing any time to talk himself out of his reckless agreement Tom
lent down and snorted it.  He straightened up and looked at Krzysztof who
smiled at him.

"You will be ok" said Krzysztof "it just little bit" and he laughed.  Tom
laughed as well.  He wasn't instantly struck down dead and he felt the
thrill of having done something incredibly mischievous.

A few moments later that thrill was replaced with a feeling that Tom had
never felt before.  It was like the feeling you had at Christmas when you
were a kid.  Uncontained joy and excitement.  Krzysztof laughed seeing the
smile plastered on Tom's face.

"It working yes?"

"Yeah, I think so" replied Tom "Hey let's put on music" and with that he
bounded into his bedroom to find his ipod.  Putting it on shuffle he turned
it up and felt the urge to dance.  This was great.

Krzysztof followed him into the room and sat down on the bed.  Tom didn't
know how long for but they chatted and chose tracks to play and Tom danced
in front of Krzysztof.  In his euphoric state he didn't notice the way
Krzysztof looked at him.  A passionate animalistic look of lust.  The drug
had put Tom completely at ease with this giant of a man.

"You want more?" asked Krzysztof suddenly.  Tom was too far gone now to
give any answer other than yes.

"Sure he said" and watched as Krzysztof took out a small bag of the white
powder and racked it up in lines on Tom's desk.  Krzysztof lent down and
snorted two of the lines in quick succession.

Tom took the note that he was offered.  There were two lines left, much
larger than the one he had done in the bathroom.  He lent down and snorted
one.

"And other" prompted Krzysztof.

Tom did as he was bid and snorted the second line as well.  He felt the
wave of the high hit him almost at once and he stood up and titled his head
back as it washed over him.

He suddenly felt the powerful presence of Krzysztof behind him and as he
turned his head to see what had brought the massive builder so close to him
he felt Krzysztof's arms encircle his waist and a hand go to his cock.

"What... what are you doing?" he stuttered, still caught on the wave of the
high.

"Mmmmm little baby" was all Krzysztof offered by way of reply and he
squeezed Tom's cock through the material of his jeans.  It responded at
once and was achingly hard within seconds.

Tom was powerless in the grip of this huge stud.  He was horny as hell
though.  The high had made him crazy to get off and he felt himself pushing
back against the muscle hunk.

"Yeah, baby wants me" growled Krzysztof and he let Tom go for the few
seconds it took to pull of his vest, exposing his massive physique.

Tom tried to turn but Krzysztof grabbed him too quickly and pulled him
against him so that they were both facing once more to the front by the
desk.  Tom could feel Krzysztof's massive pecs pulsating and lent backwards
against them as Krzysztof undid his jeans button and pulled both his jeans
and boxers down to his knees.

Tom was powerless as the effects of the two lines really started to kick
in.  His exposed teenage cock twitched in the air and his tight little
bubble butt was exposed to the builder who held him tightly.

Although he couldn't see behind him Tom could not mistake the sound of the
zip on Krzysztof's jeans being lowered nor the touch of the man's massive
cock head at the entrance to his tight butt hole.

In a sudden moment of clarity he realised Krzysztof was going to fuck him.

"Wait, Krzysztof, I..." he began but the hunk clamped a hand over his mouth
and stopped his protests dead.

"Shhh baby" he growled sexily in Tom's ear.

Tom felt Krzysztof let go of him and realised he was reaching into his own
jeans pocket to get something.  Tom breathed deeply, trying to focus, the
drug had him overwhelmed and before he could think with any clarity
Krzysztof's arms encircled him again and he saw that Krzysztof was holding
a small bottle of liquid.

"Poppers baby" offered Krzysztof by way of explanation.

Tom had no idea what that meant.  Krzysztof undid the bottle top and held
the bottle to Tom's nose.  Tom caught the strong smell and guessed he had
to sniff it.  He inhaled deeply once and then again.  Krzysztof took the
bottle and Tom heard him sniff deeply himself.  The effect hit him like a
freight train.  The wave of pleasure washed over him and there were stars
in front of his eyes.  His cock twitched uncontrollably.

"Fuck" he moaned at the effect of the high.

"I fuck" growled Krzysztof loudly who was clearly being driven wild by his
own poppers rush.

The huge muscular man put his hands on Tom's hips and suddenly he drove his
monster cock straight into the boy's virgin hole.

"ARRRRRRRRRRGH" cried Tom as the pain overcame the cocaine and even the
poppers.

Krzysztof bear hugged Tom against him as his pushed his cock in right up
till the hilt.  Tom was shaking uncontrollably in his vice like grip.
Krzysztof still had the poppers in his hand and so he undid the lid and
held the bottle to his boy's nose.  Tom sniffed deeply, wanting anything to
overcome the throbbing pain from his arse.  Krzysztof lent down and sniffed
at the bottle at the same time, the two of them inhaling the high.Krzysztof
put the lid on the bottle and put it on the desk.  He moved his hands down
to Tom's hips and slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip was still
inside the young virgin.  Then he ploughed it back into the tight hole his
huge thighs smacking against Tom's plump arse cheeks.  Tom yelled out again
but this time there was a cry of pleasure mixed with the exclamation of
pain.  He was so high all he could think was that he wanted this hunk to
destroy his hole.  His own cock was solid and leaking precum from the tip.

"God Krzysztof" he moaned "fucking do me"

The bull of a man needed no more bidding and he began to piston in and out
of Tom who gripped the edge of his desk.  Krzysztof's strokes were so hard
and powerful that the boy was lifted from the floor.  Suspended in mid air
and held in place between the desk and the iron grip of his muscular
builder Tom was nailed.  In and in drove Krzysztof, wild on the combined
high of coke and poppers.  His cock was thick with veins and his bollocks
heavy with spunk as he fucking nailed his little baby.

"Fuck yeah" he growled "You fucking bitch"

His insults, delivered in his thick accent turned Tom on even more.  His
eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt a pain and pleasure never
experienced before.  He could only moan and grunt like the whores he
normally dreamt about fucking in the straight porn he watched.  The noises
from Tom drove Krzysztof on even more.  Krzysztof suddenly pulled out of
Tom's boy cunt, lifted him up and threw him over onto the bed.  Tom lay
there panting for breath.  He felt down to his arse and could feel his hole
gaping at the ramming he had just been given.  He looked up at Krzysztof.

The man stepped out of his jeans and stood there fully naked.  His muscular
body was glistening with the sweat of exertion, the beads running down his
chest and tattooed arms.  His cock was huge and pulsating.  Involuntary
spasms causing the shaft to quiver every few moments.

"You like bitch?" he growled.

Fuck thought Tom, this man was a God.  His inhibitions were completely
gone.

"Yeah I like" he panted.

"Call me Daddy" Krzysztof grunted.

"I like Daddy, I like..." replied Tom feeling his cock throb.

"You want Daddy to fuck you?" asked Krzysztof

The reality of the massive cock tearing him open again caused Tom to
hesitate.

"Yes Daddy, but can I have a break..." he pleaded.

"No break for little bitch" ordered Krzysztof and he reached out to the
desk and picked up the bottle of poppers.

He undid the lid and sniffed very deeply.  Twice to each nostril.
Returning the bottle to the table he stood looking down at Tom.  Tom saw
the poppers take hold of the stud and he saw the massive cock begin to
twitch uncontrollably.  Then with a grunt Krzysztof strode forward and
grabbed Tom by the ankle, pulling him to him and flipping him onto his
front.  Two massive tree trunk arms planted down either side of Tom's head
as the hunk lowered his massive body onto the boy crushing him.  His huge
meaty cock, aching with unleashed spunk found its hole and once more drove
in deep.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK" cried Tom but he was going nowhere.

Krzysztof was making animal grunts and moans as he fucked the lad without
mercy.  If Tom had been nailed moments before this was something else.
Drugs drove the massive animal on, adding to his power and stamina.  For
what seemed like an eternity Tom lay moaning and begging for his Daddy to
fuck him as Krzysztof never let up.

The only pause was when the builder flipped him onto his front so that his
legs now rested on the massive shoulders and bent back down onto him
exposing his hole to the air and then the builder began fucking him hard
again.  The sweat from Krzysztof dripped from his huge pecs and landed on
Toms face and in his mouth.  The drugged up boy swallowed it down, happy to
taste his Daddies manly perspiration.

The fucking went on, never letting up until Krzysztof changed pace and
began to withdraw his cock all the way then plunge it as hard as he could
into Tom.  Each slow fuck was twice as powerful as the frantic pumping that
had gone before and the whole bed shook as the builder's mighty tool
speared Tom right into the gut.

Krzysztof let out a huge grunt as he crushed his massive rock solid cock
into Tom's tight hole.  Tom was completely overcome by the feelings
convulsing throughout his entire body.  He moaned loudly each time
Krzysztof drove into him, staring up into the hunks deep blue passionate
eyes, begging him to fuck his hole.

"Fuck me Daddy" he moaned over and over as Krzysztof did just that.

Krzysztof's huge thrusts slowed momentarily as he lent back and reached for
the poppers sat on the desk behind him.  Picking up the bottle he undid the
lid and lent in close to Tom, his massive shoulders forcing Tom's legs back
behind his head so that Krzysztof's face was against his.

"Sniff baby" he ordered and held the bottle to Tom's nose.

Tom did as he was told and at the same time Krzysztof sniffed them as well.
The two of them breathing in the strong odour of the drug and feeling it
take hold of them.  Krzysztof put the poppers to one side and lent back
down to Tom.  He began to passionately kiss the young boy, his tongue
forcing its way deep into Tom's mouth.  The muscle hunk's big full lips
completely covered Tom's and completely owned him.  Tom closed his eyes as
his Daddy desperately and frantically snogged him.

The poppers were doing their job and Tom felt their hot flush on his
cheeks.  At the same time he felt Krzysztof swell even bigger inside him.
The stud pulled away and adjusted his position to ensure he could penetrate
his young boy's cunt to maximum depth.  He placed one huge hand over Tom's
mouth and the other around his neck.  He was going to cum inside this kid
but the drugs in his system meant he was going to have to drill him without
mercy.  He wasn't going to let Tom even try to ask him to stop.  This was
about him now and no one else.  He began by driving into Tom as deeply and
forcefully as he could.  He felt the boy buckle and shake at the violation
and saw his eyes go wide with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"FUCK" Krzysztof growled.

He pulled his massive meat almost completely out the tight hole and let the
quivering of his cock massage the boys rim for a moment.  Then he smashed
it into the little cunt again, and then again and then again.  He tightened
his grip on Tom's mouth and throat and started to pick up pace.  The ipod
had run out of music to play and the only sound that filled the room was
Krzysztof's massive muscular thighs banging against Tom's bubble butt, the
huge roars of Krzysztof as he delivered each thrust and the muffled moans
of Tom as he took the massive cock right up his tight hole.  Faster and
harder the muscular God went.  He felt a huge load of cum building at the
base of his shaft and he shouted out as he drove into Tom harder and
harder, desperate to unleash his seed into his boy.

He looked down at Tom who was staring wildly up at him, his eyes watering
from being mercilessly ripped in two.  Krzysztof gritted his teeth and the
massive muscles on his arms bulged taut over thick pumped up veins.  He
drove Tom down into the bed causing it to creak and the headboard to bang
against the wall in time with his massive thrusts.

Then with one massive surge his cum was unleashed.  It flowed up his
massive stiff shaft and exploded out the huge round cock head coating the
inside of Tom's arse with thick white spunk.  Tom felt the hot mess spewing
up inside him into his guts and cried muffled screams of lust and joy into
the palm of Krzysztof's hand.

"URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" grunted Krzysztof as he slowed down his thrusting and
let the convulsing of Tom's arse milk out every last drop of his man seed.

Sweat was pouring of his pecs and forehead and he released Tom from his
grip and stretched his massive body.  Tom looked up with a mixture of awe
and longing.

"God..." was all he could manage "God..."

Krzysztof collapsed on top of him and Tom put his hands around those
massive shoulders.  Their sweaty bodies pressing tight against each other,
Krzysztof's cock still resting inside him.  Krzysztof began chewing at
Tom's neck and ears and the touch of the man's tongue and teeth caused Tom
to moan loudly.

"Baby not cum yet" whispered Krzysztof into his ear and at the same time
the huge man began to rotate his hips.  Tom felt the massive cock stir to
life inside him as it slid around in the cum that had just been fired up
his arse.

"Oh God Daddy" moaned Tom and Krzysztof rolled over onto his back, being
careful to keep his dick inside his boy.

Tom found himself on top and took a deep breath of air.  He placed his
hands onto Krzysztof's massive pumped up chest to steady himself and then
he began to gyrate his hips.  He felt the huge man's cock move inside him
and was hit with a new wave of pleasure.  Krzysztof held his hips to make
sure Tom stayed firmly on his dick but gave him the freedom to move his
arse in the motion he wanted.  Tom began to gyrate more quickly.  It was
nothing like the massive pounding Krzysztof had just given him, Tom was
being much more careful and slow but the wave of joy rolled over him as he
felt Krzysztof's cock brush his prostate.

He noticed that the bottle of poppers was still lying on the bed and he
picked it up and took a couple more deep sniffs, he held it to Krzysztof
who did the same.

Tom then began to bounce up and down on the shaft and Krzysztof slowly
rotated his hips so that his cock slid back into Tom at a slightly
different angle each time, causing new throbs of pleasure and making the
boy moan and groan.  Tom took hold of his teenage dick and began to slowly
stroke his own spunk out.  He used the sweat from Krzysztof's body as lube
and built up a steady rhythm.

"Baby cum for Daddy" growled Krzysztof and Tom began to bounce harder as
Krzysztof pushed his hips upwards to help the little boy take every inch of
his massive cock.

The look of lust on the studs face sent Tom over the edge.

"FUUUUUCK" he cried as hot creamy boy spunk sprayed out of his nob head and
onto Krzysztof's pecs.

"AHHH AHHHH AHHHH" moaned Tom as every last drop dripped out of him.

"Fucking good yeah?" asked Krzysztof as Tom looked down at the huge load
running over the hunks pecs and nipples.

"Fuck yeah Krzysztof" he panted.

"Daddy" corrected Krzysztof frowning.

"Fuck yeah Daddy" repeated Tom.

Quick as a flash Krzysztof rolled over so that Tom was once more underneath
him.

"Daddy hard again baby" he growled and suddenly and violently he rammed his
still stiff cock deep into Tom.

"FUUUCK" exploded Tom who was aware of the tenderness in his arse now he
had cummed.

Krzysztof withdrew and ploughed into him again.

"We have all night baby" he promised and he pulled Tom tight against the
sticky mess covering his massive chest muscles.  He began his relentless
pounding rhythm again the bed began to shake again.

"Fuck Daddy" was the muffled cry that came from the boy completely encased
in the builders huge arms.

It was going to be a long night.

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