Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 21:01:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flip This House - The Painter

Flip This House - The Painter

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I wanted to bend him over a sawhorse and fuck his
tight little ass right there and then. I was hornier
than shit and this handsome butch little stud walking
into my sight wasn't helping at all.

I had been trying to get this investment house fixed
up and ready for an open house this weekend and things
weren't moving along as quickly as planned. As usual,
nothing gets done without a lot of pushing and shoving
with the help. After a lot of yelling over the phone,
Roy my paint contractor relented to send one of his
guys out late on this Friday afternoon to help finish
up the trim work and touch up.

The little young stud was about 5'-8 and 170 lbs and
in his early twenties. He was handsome and cute in a
way that was masculine but still boyish. His buzz cut
head and lightly scattered black chin pubes gave a
hint of intellectual finesse to his otherwise blue
collar appearance.  His well defined bubble ass showed
well through his loose white painter's pants and his
V-shaped torso outline tore at my retinas as I watched
him unload the paint buckets from his truck. I shook
my head and thought of heading to the bathroom and
squeezing one off.

He finally came up to me and introduced himself as
Jose. He asked me to show him what all needed to be
done. I was tempted to tell him I needed my cock
cleaned off. But I needed the paintwork done more than
my own needs at the moment. My interest was piqued
however as I picked up on his trace flamboyant
mannerisms as he spoke and responded to my directives
around the house. He was not an overt flame queen, but
had an artistic air to him. Let's just say he knows
how to faux paint in a masculine kind of way. He
definitely had the razz-ma-tazz going such that this
dirty minded construction stud was getting wet down
there. His brown eyed gaze lingered on mine
occasionally as we walked the house and I pointed out
all the areas in need of work. My hopes were up.

After I set him up on his punch-list I headed for the
bathroom to handle my desperately throbbing cock. I
peeled open my 501's and leaned against the vanity as
I stroked my sweaty 8" meat up to size, shutting my
eyes and imagined my painter boy bent over and taking
it up his tight little ass. He arches his back and
groans under pressure as the veins of my 8" fuck stick
pass through his sphincter violently. The slapping of
my wet hairy balls overcomes the sounds of his
moanings just before I blow my spunk deep into his
stink hole. And as I shoot, I open my eyes and come
back to the reality of my juice splattering on the
freshly painted wall of the bathroom. Damn that felt
good, but I am still alone.

I have been at this for about 10 years now, flipping
houses here in Paradise Valley and Phoenix, AZ. I am
38 years old and fit the stereotype of your typical
lone wolf construction contractor. I am about 6'-0 and
200 lbs, well built and tanned. I keep my hair short
and my goatee thick and bushy. I shave my mug at least
3 times a week, letting it stay rough mostly. You will
usually find me wearing 501's, worn leather work boots
and a T-Shirt. I will put on a golf shirt once in a
while if I am meeting a client or a realtor, but I am
as construction guy as it gets.  I drive a lifted
diesel F-350 pickup with a lumber rack too. I'm a
clone, I admit it.

I get plenty of sex because I'm a stud. That's what
they tell me anyway when they are getting their brains
fucked out. I'll fuck women or men, but my favorite
mark is a butchy little guy like the one painting the
trim in my living room about right now. I am not all
that into twinkie flamers, but I will fuck them when I
just need a piece of ass and don't want to go through
a lengthy conquest. They are an easy lay that has few
risks. They have fag written all over them and I know
I won't get embarrassed barking up the wrong tree.

But for whatever reason I get the most satisfaction
out of getting it on with a good old fashioned
red-blooded stud. It takes more work but seeing a good
looking guy getting off when I am drilling him deep or
getting the best blowjobs only he can give makes men
the best trophy game for me. Obviously I am mostly a
top. I have bottomed once or twice, but giving it is
where I am naturally wired. Nobody has complained
about it yet and they always come back for more.

I had the house powered up but the AC was still not up
and running yet. In July, that is the worst here in
Phoenix so I had large fans blowing to keep the air
moving. Jose is meandering around the house shirtless
with brush and bucket, hitting this and that. I had my
T-shirt on but was sweating pretty strong as I
installed some light fixtures and switch-plates.  It
was getting toward dinner time and I heard the
landscapers packing up and leaving.

It was just me and Jose at the fort now. I grabbed a
couple beers from the refrigerator and caught up with
him to check his progress. Finding him on his knees in
the master bedroom trimming out some baseboard I
asked, "So how's it going stud?".

He looked up and smiled at the not so veiled
compliment.  "Hey boss. I am just about done. Just
this room and the master bath and that's it". I pushed
one of the cold Bud's his way with a smile and said,
"Man you look like you could use a beer to cool off".
He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow and
cracked open the bottle. "Thanks stud", he said back
as he took a good drink off it.

I gave him a few seconds to let the brew hit his
gullet and relax him. "That hit's the spot man", he
said wiping his brow with his forearm again. "Well you
finish this up and there's more in the fridge", I
offered. He smiled and gave me a wink, "Cool I can get
down on that. This is my last job for the day so I can
hang out after I`m done". Jackpot. He set the beer
down and got back to painting and I headed off to
check out what he had done to make sure we got all the
punch list items. About a half hour later he walked by
me in the kitchen carrying his paint and brushes
outside to his truck.

He came back and told me he was all finished up and
offered to take me around and show me all his work.
"No need man, I already checked it out. You do pretty
good work for a kid," I joked. I grabbed us another
cold one from the refrigerator and we cracked them
open. I was drinking in his lightly haired torso as he
tipped the bottle back and took a good swig. His other
hand rubbed over his flat stomach lightly as he drank.
"Oh man that tastes so good", he said.

I finally said chidingly, "You are old enough to drink
right?" He laughed and said, "I'm twenty two!...old
enough for you to call me stud! But, I'll take the
compliment as it stands." I smiled and replied, "Well
you do look pretty good. Enjoy it while you are young
because when you get to be an old man like me it's
harder and harder to keep your girly figure". He
played back, "You don't look so bad stud. What are you
30?" I let out a gutter laugh, "Shit, I'm 38 but I'll
take the compliment as it stands." A buzz was filling
the air as we took another drink of our beers.

We hung out and continued the small talk and minor
flirtation. It was getting dark out and said I had to
get my tools picked up and lock everything up for the
night. I had to be out here in the morning to meet the
realtor for the open house. Jose offered to help me
get everything put away. I was getting giddy as my
dirty mind was on overdrive. I would have my cock in
his ass before long.

After everything was closed up and put away we found
ourselves in the kitchen again. I was grabbing a
couple beers while Jose stood with his back to me
looking out upon the dining area. His tight bubble but
was staring at me as sweat rolled down his back. I
couldn't take it anymore. It was now or never. I set
the beers down and walked up behind him.

In one deft move I wrapped my arms around his upper
torso and planted my groin against his backside.
Before he had a chance to react my right hand slid
down and groped his package tightly and my left palm
slid upward across his chest. Pressing my hard cock
against his luscious ass I laid my hairy chin across
his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "You have any
idea how sexy you are?"

I got my wish. He let out a quiet murmur as he leaned
his head back and pushed his ass into me while my arms
and hands explored his frontal qualities. He sweaty
warm body melted like butter in my arms and began
slithering slowly in my arms. As my hands invaded the
front of his painter's pants he turned his face around
to mine and we locked lips in a heated exchange of man
passion. His switch was flipped. He was on and so was
I in an instant.

He tried to turn around and face me but I stopped him.
"No, I want you like this for now". He rolled his
sweaty head back onto my shoulder as I humped my tight
bulge into his soft ass cheeks. Nibbling on his ear
and rubbing my course whiskers on his neck, I had my
hand in his pants slowly jacking up his sweaty hairy
meat. He was pretty well hung for such a slender
little punk . "I want to fuck that sweet little ass of
your so bad man", I whispered sensually and need fully
into his ear. "You wan't to let me fuck you up the
ass?" I asked. This was his chance to run. But he
didn't.

He pushed his ass harder toward my gyrating groin and
said, "I hoped you would". I then let loose of him and
he turned around giving me a dirty and sensuous look
with those deep brown eyes. He then slid his painter's
pants down and stepped out of them as I unbuttoned my
501's. When my steaming 8" sweat stick popped out from
captivity he spit on his hands and gave it a good
squeeze and pumped it a few times. "Nice!", was all he
said.

"You want me to give you head?" he asked.  "Naw,
that's OK", I said. "I just want to feel that asshole
of yours."  He nodded and replied, "That's cool".
"Let me get some lube", I said.  "No that's alright
man" Jose responded. "Just spit on it real good and
keep it wet, I like it that". "You sure?" I asked.
"Yeah,  I'll let you know when you need to spit on it
more". He then spread his legs before the dishwasher
and bent down over the tile counter. He reached around
and spread his cheeks wide showing off his hairy nest.
My little butch boy was offering his love hole to me
with no inhibition.

While I didn't always get into it, the beer had gotten
to my head. His hole looked so inviting and delicious
I could not help but to dig into it with my tongue and
eat him silly. I knew he wasn't clean, but I couldn't
help myself. Within seconds I was on my knees, my
hands on his cheeks pulling them apart as far as I
could muster. As I descended my mouth and nose into
his sweaty stinky ass crack my heart began to pound
and beads of sweat popped from my forehead. I went for
it and buried my flaming writhing tongue into his
raunchy nest hard and deep. I flithered and ravaged,
licking and sucking on his puckered hole while he
moaned in pleasure. "Oh, man yeah! Rim me! Oh yeah
that feels good"

It was dirty, it tasted dirty at first but I my brain
was minding over matter and pushing my tongue further
into his asshole. The sweat and musk was overcoming my
senses. I could not get enough of his softening hole.
His spindly black ass hairs were tangling around my
tongue as I worked him for more of his man taste. My
cock was starting to run though and  I had to take him
now or I would soon blow on the floor.

I finally stood up and looked down at my butch boy
with his back arched, ready for my fuck. He turned his
head back and looked at me, "Come on man, fuck me.
Fuck me good", he begged. I  spit in my hand a few
times and wetted up my cock, mixing it well with my
streams of pre-cum. I was slick as could be as I
saddled up to Jose's tight little ass. The manly taste
of his love hole danced pungent in my mouth as I
grabbed his hips and sank my 8" tool into him. He
tensed up and let out a low moan as I went balls deep
slowly but surely.

Pulling out slowly and pressing back I continued the
slow work in as his palms grasped at the tile counter.
"Oh man, that feels good", he murmured. "You have done
this before huh?" I laughed as I sunk in all the way
once more. "Once or twice", I replied. I knew I would
not last long, but I did my best to take him nice and
slow for a couple minutes, savoring the feel of his
velvety tight hole and the sight of his back sweating
in the kitchen light.

Feeling the time was near, I began pumping him harder
and faster. "Oh, oh, ahh ahh, yeah, harder. Harder",
he grunted. I gave him what he wanted and began
banging his butch boy ass as hard as my redneck stud
thighs could. The smell of mansex filled the air like
a billowing cloud as the sound of my balls slapping
him got louder. Slap, slap, slap! "Uhh, uhhh, Uhh!" I
was now fucking his tight raw hole so hard it was
beginning to burn my cock as the friction increased. I
thought he would surely be asking me to spit on my
cock again, but he was just moaning and squirming like
a pro.

I was getting ready to cum so I slowed slightly to
savor it. But I felt the eruption coming so I slammed
him fast and hard a couple more times just before I
went bang. The warm fluid freed up the friction as I
filled him up. He was moaning increasingly and humping
toward me as I continued pumping my softening cock
into his wet stink hole. "Oh man I'm gonna cum!", he
cried. "Keep fucking me". As I continued massaging his
nest with my cum stick, he shuddered a couple times
and let out a peaceful sigh. His warm juice sprayed
the front of the black dishwasher before him as his
body went limp.

I fell over on his sweaty back and put my head next to
his as we caught our breath. My hairy face grinding
into his soft neck I whispered into his ear, "Thanks
man that is just what I needed". He sighed quietly,
"Me to bro, me to".

We finally composed ourselves and cleaned up. We did
the normal smile and giggle thing as we basked in the
afterglow. I finally handed him one of my cards and
said, "If you ever get tired of working for Roy or
want a side job, give me a ring. You do good work". He
smiled, "I'll do that". Still giddy I said, "Of
course, you can just come and see me once in a while
too if you want". He smiled bigger. "Sounds good stud,
I wouldn't mind that."

With that he left. It was time for me to lock up and
get home. I had to meet my new realtor tomorrow for
the open house.