Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 17:47:00 +0100
From: Belfast Nifty
Subject: Painter, Plaster, Blowjob Man: Part 1

I had been living in my house for roughly 2 years and felt that it was time
that I actually did some work to it. The wallpaper was old the carpet tatty
and I was definitely the more modern minimalist type. This house needed
some serious work. I could probably have done most of it, but it would have
taken me more than a good few weeks. Much like the introduction to this
story, it sounded boring as hell.

So let me set the scene, that eventually let to me having 2 hot boys
pounding my ass and getting my house decorated all for one price.

My name is Darren, you might know about my sexcapades already, but hey, if
not welcome aboard! At this time I was 22, young hung and no longer living
with mum. I loved my house, but I loved hunky boys too. And i loved that
they would come/cum and do some hard work for me.

I knew a friend from school. Matthew he left a few years before we finished
but I had somehow found his details in a local handyman leaflet. Matthew:
painter, decorator and add jobs. I knew him to be straight but I was hoping
that the odd jobs related to hand and mouth. I remember him being shorter
than I was at school, deep dark hair with brown tempting eyes. He always
had a slight tan but swore he never used the sunbeds. Thin, yet secretly
withholding a six pack from anyone who was not lucky enough to have been in
his class and see him naked in the showers. Of course that meant I had also
seen his cock. To be fair, he did in a round about way tell me to look at
it. We used to sit beside each other in computers class. I always had my
leg pressed up against his, yet he didn't seem to move it. One day I had
picked up enough courage to whisper to him, "how big is yours?" To my
surprise and delight he whispered back, "big, look next time we are in the
showers and you'll see." He wasn't telling lies that's for sure. The next
week I managed to rest my hand on his leg for a few seconds. Again he
didn't seem to mind. Anyways that was Matthew. Now after so many years I
was going to phone him up and ask him to come fill in my holes, and do some
painting.

The phone call seemed to go fine, why wouldn't it. Like most tradesmen he
used a mobile, so after the initial call he kept in contact by text.
Sending one an hour before he arrived. I felt nervous to say the least. It
was like being back in school I was getting nerves in my stomach just
because someone was coming to do some DIY. Yes the other factor was that
the person was hot.

Matthew's van pulled upside my house and I paces from the living room to
the front door several times. It seemed to take him ages to get out of the
van and to my door. When I saw him though, the nerves doubled, possibly
even quadrupled. He was as stunning as ever, although with now had a bit
more stubble. He came up to the door, which I opened before he could wrap
or ring the door bell.
"hey Darren" he said "I thought it was you" thankfully he remember me. So
at least there wouldn't be any awkward greetings. He extended his hand to
shake mine. I had never touched his hand before, so this was pretty
exciting, yet a little sad, after all it was only a handshake.

As I invited him into the house I heard the van door on the opposite side
close. I fixed my eyes on that direction and watched as a young 18 or so
boy walked round. Blond, tall, thin, and just as every bit as sexy as
Matthew. How on earth was I going to cope with two incredibly hot guys
working in my house. I wouldn't, I'd soon find out.

"Alan this is Scott, he'll be helping out with some of the odd jobs you
need done, where do you want us to start?"

I said hey to Scott and asked them both to follow me upstairs to the
bedroom which I wanted decorated.

"so, I want the wallpaper removed, the walls a re plastered and then
painted antic cream."

"Not a problem" Matthew said as he set some of his gear on the floor. "we
can start now. Scott ca you get the steamer from the van?"

Scott's velvety voice responded with a yes sure and he left to get the
steamer. I was left alone with Matthew.

"so Alan, been a while since computing class, hasn't it?" he said clearly
indicating he remember the days I wanted his cock. "so are you still...?" he
didn't finish but I knew what he was trying to say. I responded yes. "cool
mate, can't believe how long it's been. About 6 years now." I was good he
seemed alright with everything. It made me feel a lot more at ease. "ever
wish we..."

At that point Scott came up the stairs with the steamer and Mattew's
sentence remained unfinished.
"ok I'll get out of your way and leave to it" I said as I left the room,
brushing past Scott I could have sworn he left one had at his side to
purposefully brush against me. The air was certainly getting hot around me.
I saw Scott grin at me as I walked down the stairs.

It must have taken them a few hour to get the wall paper off the walls
plastered. I was in the kitchen when Scott came down the stairs with the
steamer and some bags of stripped wallpaper. He looked back at me and
smiled, I smiled back at him, wished I was sucking on his cock. He came
back in and instead of heading back upstairs to the room he came to the
kitchen.
"can I get a glass of water?"
"sure no problem" I said as I reached for a glass. He reached to take it
from me resting his hands on mine a while.

"Scott come here a sec" Matthew called from upstairs.

"maybe later" Scott said softly to me, as he winked and let go of my hands.
"coming"

I set the glass down. Maybe later what? I wondered. Perhaps I was being a
bit hopeful. With that thought trialling off, both Matthew and Scott came
down the stairs with the rest of their gear.

"Alan well be back tomorrow to finish things off and paint the room when
the plaster dries ok?"

"yes that's fine" I responded as I walked to the front door to see them off.

"I'll text you later with a time I'll be here at. Probably be the morning
though."

"that's great with me.". I said thinking in my head anytime as long as its
a long time. I saw Scott smile and watched as he left a bit of paper on the
table at the door. He followed Matthew out and they got in the van. Leaving
me exhausted from the sexual desires fillin my body.

I walked to the piece of paper, unfolding it.

I want you to suck me.
Text me

His mobile number was at the bottom of the scrap. I gulped, and my cock
hardened. Yes please I said to myself.

End of Part 1

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