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This story is in five parts and contains explicit sexual descriptions and scenes of Watersports, urination, anal play, gay sex, younger and older. All characters are 18years and older.
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Part 1 – Meeting the team
After my parents bought our house in the country some four years ago in Lisbon, my dad pondered on the idea of having a flat extension built on to the house so that I would have my abode and independence by the time I turn eighteen. Unfortunately, that did not happen because of unexpected delays in the approval of the building plan, for reasons unknown, and it was disappointing since I had recently turned eighteen. After much anticipation, they received the long-awaited approval, and my dad could finally begin with the build.
It was difficult for me to stay focused on my school tasks during the day in the following months, even though I eventually became accustomed to the noise and constant movement of different contractors entering and leaving the property. Instead, I would frequently spend study time at my friend Angelo’s house, who lived a few houses down the street.
To save money, my parents took on the task of managing the construction themselves and were regularly on site to oversee the process. However, given that they both had full-time jobs, it often proved to be a difficult juggling act, leading to arguments between my parents or between them and the contractors. I could see that some contractors were getting annoyed at my dad’s last-minute changes, causing frustration for everyone involved.
Word came through that Friday afternoon that my grandfather had taken ill and had been admitted to hospital. My dad hastily made flight arrangements while my mom packed a suitcase. The taxi pulled up the driveway and hooted. “Rogerio, son, I need you to take the lead here for a few days and make sure that everything runs smoothly. The contractors will be back in the morning to finish up the electrical work and the build finishes.”
“No problem dad, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” I answered proudly.
“I know you will. They all have been paid, so there shouldn’t be any issues. Be sure to give them everything they need to ensure there are no more delays.” My dad said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
Although I was still a young adult, I felt confident enough to manage a few contractors despite my lack of knowledge in construction. “Sure dad, you can count on me!” I replied, shaking my dad’s hand. Mom gave me a hug and kissed me goodbye before they left.
Overwhelmed by the delight of having the entire house to myself, I couldn’t resist the temptation to celebrate by undressing and relishing in the freedom of being completely nude. I took advantage of a rare opportunity to watch adult content on the large 75″ screen in the lounge. I can now understand why my dad always says it’s better on the big screen! Contrary to my parents’ beliefs, I was neither innocent nor a virgin. In fact, by the time I turned sixteen, I was sexually active with both boys and girls.
The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining in after a restless night’s sleep during the hot Mediterranean summer. I hoped the electricians hired by the contractors could get the central air-conditioning working, which had been disconnected since the construction started.
After a refreshing shower, I stood naked in front of my bedroom mirror while I dragged my fingers through my curly brown hair and plucked it into style. While I admired my youthful and fit physique, which was smooth for the most part, except for my chest and my legs, which had fine dark hairs, I ran my fingers through my natural carpet of black pubic hair that surrounded my uncircumcised penis.
Gripping the tip of my foreskin of my flaccid penis, I stretched and pulled it upward as far as it would go before releasing it and letting my dick droop over my ball sack, then began slowly sliding my foreskin back and forth between my fingers and thumbs until I was fully aroused. I thought the size of my erection was visually attractive, and everyone who saw it was amazed. Measuring five and a bit centimetre thick and twenty-two centimetres in length, with a curve to the left, made it look even more impressive.
I picked out the pair of AussieBum cotton-candy boxer underwear that my ex-girlfriend, Andria, had given me for my birthday, and slid them on and tucked my dick to its natural laying side, which gave off impressive bulging vibes, then turned to check its arse-cheek hugging fit in the mirror. At first, I thought they were too girly, but the soft fabric felt nice against my skin, and I couldn’t help but notice how sex-appealing it made me look. “Mmmm, maybe I’ll just wear these for the day,” I said to myself, which would be the ideal attire to cope with the hot weather.
The thermometer in the entrance hall showed 22deg C, not to mention the smothering humidity, and it was only 5:55 am. After having my breakfast of toast and coffee, I settled down and turned on the TV and resumed watching the porn video I had started the previous night. I reached for the phallic-looking bottle of lubricant from the coffee table where I’d left it and applied the slippery contents to my arsehole and inserted the bottle and began working it in and out of myself while fondling my now leaking erection. I was just getting into it when there was a knock at the kitchen door. “Shit shit shit!” I exclaimed aloud, plucking the slippery phallic bottle from my butthole and pulling up my underpants before turning off the television.
I took a quick glance at the clock on the wall as I went to answer the door. It was only 6:42 am. I couldn’t help but think that it was too early for the contractors to arrive. When I opened the door, I was taken aback to see three men standing in front of me. “Good morning!” I greeted them bewilderedly. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here so early,” I said, and noticed four more workmen offloading scaffolding and material from a truck.
“Hello, it’s a beautiful morning. I’m Reno Mendez,” said the jovial man, who seemed to be in his mid to late fifties, with grey, receding hair and a strong build, indicating that he had a history of physical activity. However, it seems that he has, over the years, gained weight, suggesting that he has been enjoying indulgent meals and experiencing the typical weight gain associated with middle age. His neatly maintained greying goatee beard circled his lips, while his warm dark brown eyes, along with the wrinkles at the corners, expressed a lifetime of laughter and wisdom bordered by thick black brows. Despite his appearance, Mr Mendez had a warm smile and a friendly demeanour that made him approachable. Wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a dark blue short-sleeved field shirt, my eye caught the left pocket, which had the company name Reno’s contractors, together with a logo and below his name embroidered on it. I immediately knew that he was the owner.
I extended my hand and firmly shook his. “Good morning, Mr Mendez, I’m Rogerio,” I greeted with a smile.
“Are your parents at home?” he asked, quickly surveying the area for any sign of other people in the house, and then giving me a once-over, evaluating how I looked.
“Umm, no, they had to go to Madeira last night because my grandpa got admitted to the hospital. But my dad said you’d be here today.”
“Sorry to hear that young man. I hope it’s nothing too serious and that he has a speedy recovery,” Mr Mendez replied. “We’re here to do the tiling, plumbing and get the electrics sorted.
“Thank you. I’m really glad to hear that the electricians are here. It’s been a living hell without the central air conditioning working in the house.”
“I can see so!” Mr Méndez said, motioning my attire with his hand as he chuckled mischievously.
“Oh, sorry for the way I’m dressed. Err, I had just finished taking a shower,” I commented, glancing downwards and realising the noticeable damp pre-cum stains on my underwear.
“Well, I’m the owner, Reno,” he said, pointing proudly to the branding and name on his shirt. “If any of my men are a problem, you just let me know,” he said, stepping aside. “This strapping young man is my trustworthy electrician, Mateo Garcia.” He said, patting the man beside him on his shoulder, who looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties.
Mateo wore a red short-sleeved shirt with similar branding on the left pocket, which was unbuttoned below his chest, revealing his toned bronze-caramel torso and well-defined pecs, which were smooth. With his muscular arms and sculpted biceps, it was evident that he dedicated time to working out, and his left arm reflected an artistic tattoo that extended all the way to his wrist. When he smiled, his deep red lips parted to reveal cheek dimples and bright white teeth that contrasted with his complexion. Mateo’s baby face showed off his dark brown eyes and beard stubble on his upper lip and chin.
He shifted the clipboard from his right hand to his left in order to shake mine, and I couldn’t help but notice his well-fitted shorts revealing the outline of a banana shaped bulge.
With a broad smile, Mateo greeted in Spanish, “Buenos días.”
“Buenos días. Are you Spanish?” I asked.
“Argentinian on my mother’s side, and Colombian on my father’s. You?”
“Oh, I’m a local Portuguese.” I answered. Mateo acknowledged with a quick nod and a smile.
Mr Mendez then turned to introduce me to Guillermo, a tall black man in his early thirties who was standing to his right. I noticed that he was wearing khaki shorts and a dark blue shirt, which matched Mr Mendez’s outfit. It was clear from his clothing that he held a managerial position.
“Good morning! Please, call me Granite,” he said with his deep voice.
“Okay, Granite. Pleased to meet you.” I couldn’t help but chuckled at the analogy and then shook his enormous hand, which made mine feel miniature in comparison. “Where are you from?” I asked. “I can tell you’ve got a bit of French and Spanish in your accent.”
“Dominican,” He replied and flashed a broad smile that contrasted against his mocha complexion and tipped up his chiselled chin in a quick nod. His lips were full and sensuous, framing a large and generous mouth that curled upward in a warm and inviting smile, while his eyes were wide and expressive, with thick lashes that framed deep-set pools of dark chocolate brown. His tight curly hair cut short on the sides, giving him a military look.
My eyes glanced Guillermo up and down and while his ebony muscular legs were defined, with quads that flexed and bunched as he moved with a fluidity, his arms were equally impressive. My mind raced to the sexual slang term BBC, which specifically refers to black men with large penises, intensifying my curiosity about what might hide in his pants.
“Please come inside. Mateo, I hope you can get the air conditioner up and running today,” I said, highlighting the heat wave as I fanned my face with my hand.
“I’m sure it will!” Mateo replied. “The wiring has already been pulled through to the distribution board. It’s a matter of connecting here.”
“Great. Well, the plumbers and tilers are busy that side. It won’t be long before the place will be ready to move in.” Mr Mendez stated. “Is your grandfather moving in there?”
“No. My parents built that for me. I can’t wait to move in and have a place of my own!” I answered excitedly.
“The good thing is that you won’t have to sneak out to meet up with your girlfriends.” Mr Mendez said with amusement and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder.
I laughed with them, “Well, I have little time for girlfriends,” I said as I glanced at all of them. “What with all my studies and stuff,” I added.
“Yes, of course. You don’t need all that girl stuff to interfere with your schoolwork. Good man! Good man!” he said, nodding his head.
“Rogerio, we just need to clarify a few things about the finishings, but I will come see you when the supplier drops off the swatches later this morning.”
“Good! I’ll leave you to it,” Mr Mendez said. “Rogerio, you are in expert hands.”
“Thank you, Mr Mendez.” I replied with a smile.
As he was getting ready to leave, Mr Mendez turned around and asked me if he could use the bathroom. I directed and gestured where to go as he made his way.
Mateo excused himself and said that he needed to fetch his toolbox from the truck, and together with Granite, they left through the kitchen door.
Part 2 – Oh, Mr Mendez!
Feeling a little under dressed and vulnerable, I thought it best to dress into something more appropriate and went to my bedroom. There I undressed and searched my draw for a vest and shorts, and as I stepped into view from behind the cupboard door, I noticed that Mr Mendez standing in my room. His eyes widened as he glanced at my naked body before him.
“Err, so sorry, wrong way,” he said, blushing from embarrassment and looked down at the floor, steeling one last glimpse before turning around to leave.
“Oh, it’s all right. It would not be the first time someone mistakes my bedroom for the way out,” I said sniggered.
Mr Mendez turned back to me. “So, I’m not the only one embarrassed, then?” he asked, while his gaze remained fixed on my groin.
“No, definitely not, and I’m sure you won’t be the last,” I said. “But hey, at least now you know where my bedroom is in case you need directions again,” I added with a smile.
“I don’t think anyone needs directions to your bedroom,” Mr Mendez replied with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling mischievously. I had a tingly feeling between my legs that led to sexual excitement in my penis.
“Oh Mr Mendez, look what you are doing to me,” I said, looking down at my semi-erection. His gaze drifted to my groin and rubbed the bulge in his shorts.
“Wow! you’ve got a big penis,” he said with a broad smile.
“Mmmm, let me see what you are hiding in those shorts,” I said seductively as I stood closer and went down on my haunches and loosened his pants, and with a light tug, they dropped to his ankles.
“You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? Mr Mendez said, loosening the buttons on his shirt while I hooked my fingers into his white Y-front underpants and dragged them down.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Mmmmm, shhhhh.” I hushed and stared in delight as Mr Mendez’s erection emerged from beneath his paunch. The elderly man’s cock was surprisingly large and firm, causing me to feel a rush of excitement and nervousness simultaneously as I fondled it and pulled his soft foreskin back and forth along the rigid shaft, while he removed his shirt and flung it aside.
Despite his stocky build and pot-belly, which was covered with a mix of dark and silver hair, he looked good for his age. I looked up and made eye contact with him, then returned my gaze to my hand, which dragged his soft foreskin back and forth over his now slick cock-head. With my other hand, I began fondling and stroking his sizable pair of balls and looked up at him, seeking approval.
“Oh, that feels good,” he whispered aloud as he rolled his head back and closed his eyes while he was enjoying the moment. My cock twitched between my legs at the taboo nature of the thoughts of having sex with a man who was older than my father. The thrill of exploring something new and forbidden was intoxicating.
“Do you want me to suck it, huh?” I teased.
“Oh, my goodness, absolutely!”
“Want me to suck your big daddy dick?” I taunted as my hand moved back and forth his excited erection.
“Oh yes, suck it, suck that daddy dick, please” He groaned. I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his cock, tasting his musky sweet cock flavours as it filled my taste senses. Mr Mendez gasped, and body jolted with unexpected sensations as my mouth travelled the length of his shaft while I gripped his foreskin back, exposing his sensitive cock-head. Mr Mendez emitted a series of moaning and grunting sounds while his body jolted.
“Oh yes, you have one hell of a mouth on you, son. I am enjoying every minute of it!” he exclaimed in his low, husky voice, running his hands over my head and shoulders. My lips returned to work on his cock as my hands explored and caressed his hairy abdomen and legs. My tongue moved beneath his shaft, trailing to his scrotum, absorbing them as I licked and sucked on them. “Oh god, oh my god,” Mr Mendez whimpered with delight.
“I want to suck your beautiful dick.” Mr Mendez said, moving me onto the bed, then wriggled himself between my legs and guided my erection to his mouth and began sucking me. He skilfully used his hand and mouth on my shaft, and his tongue moved in a swirling motion around the head, reminiscent of tentacles from another world. I have never had a pleasurable oral experience like this before!
“Oh, that feels so good when you touch me like that,” I spoke softly. With a moan of pleasure, I raised my head from the bed and peered down at Mr Mendez, my eyes fixed on the sight of my erect member sliding in and out of his mouth. I rolled over on top Mr Mendez and straddled him in a sixty-nine position. I slid my dick into his mouth, and I began rocking my hips, gently fucking his mouth as he moaned between my legs with pleasure.
Ever since I saw my friend Angelo’s dad wanking his stiff cock in the bathroom, after unintentionally walked in on him, I often had sexual fantasies about him, either crawling between my legs while I slept and using me or grabbing me from behind and taking me into his garage and fucking me on his tool bench.
In some ways Mr Mendez reminded me of Angelo’s dad while staring at Mr Mendez’ stiff cock bouncing between his legs excited me and I laid upon him and took his baby maker into my mouth again, savouring his shaft and balls.
“Oh yes, that’s right, oh fuck, that feels good!” he groaned beneath me.
The tickling, warm sensation of his tongue dancing over my arsehole after he spread my cheeks apart with his hands excited me. “Ahhhh, fuck!” I gasped at the first-time experience of ever being rimmed. My back arced with delight at feeling his tongue dart into my sphincter. I sat back on to his face and felt the touch of his bristly beard between my cheeks, which sent me into a frenzy of pleasure as he devoured me.
“Oh Mr Mendez, are you eating my arse?” I gasped.
I turned myself around and kissed him passionately, then explored his neck with my lips, gradually moving down to his prominent pink nipples nestled in his chest hair, which emitted the captivating aroma of expensive cologne. I playfully alternate between flicking my tongue and gently nibbling on them, seductively teasing Mr Mendez as he mewled and squirmed under me. Then I sensuously kissed his hairy body.
“Aaaaah, that’s it my boy. Oh god, you’re driving me crazy,” Mr Mendez panted. “Would you like to fuck me?” He asked, with a hint of apprehension.
I felt somewhat disappointed as I was looking forward to having him on top of me, fucking me, and filling my hungry hole with his babies.
I sniggered and nodded with approval and quickly took up the opportunity and reached for the half-used tube of KY lubricant from my bedside stand.
“Please, just go easy on me. I haven’t had a cock inside me in almost forty years,” Mr Mendez pleaded.
“Forty years. Wow, that’s a long time,” I exclaimed with a chuckle while I lubricated dick. “But I thought you were married?”
“Indeed, I am married, thirty years.” He spoke. After a momentary pause, he continued his tale, “I was twenty-one and serving in the military when I had my first sexual experience with a man. He was a lieutenant in the army with me. He had a big cock too, not as big as yours, but big enough,” He recalled with a chortle.
Mr Mendez rolled over onto all-fours and I positioned myself behind him. With a loud exclamation of “AAAHHWWW!”, he stopped me from going any further. “Slowly, your damn cock’s so big!” he cried. I paused a moment and felt his opening kiss my cock-head as it contracted and relaxed against the tip. “Mmmmaah Damn you!” He gasped again as my cock-head slowly entered him.
With my cock deeply buried inside him, I took a moment before carefully withdrawing myself from his tight anus, making sure it didn’t slip out, and then slowly inserted it back in. With long slow strokes, I eased Mr Mendez in as he began groaning in pleasure. “Oh god you’re deep my boy. Oh yes, you feel so good inside me, that’s it, that’s it, son, fuck me.”
With his arse sloppy and relaxed around my shaft, I began speeding up my stroked and soon, my hips clapped against his chubby arse cheeks, sending rippling waves. Mr Mendez was now on his side. With his leg between mine and the other on my shoulder, in a scissor position, our pelvic bones collided with each stroke.
His moan and lustful cries brought me close to the edge and felt the beginning of orgasm stirring in my balls. I slowed down and pulled myself from him moments before I climaxed.
“Why did you stop?” he asked.
“Time for something new.” Moving on all fours beside him, I answered him with my arse in the air. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I need to feel that beautiful dick inside me.”
Mr Mendez jumped up and positioned himself behind me while he lubed his cock, then used his thick lubricated fingers in and out of my hole. “BWHAAA, Yaaas!” With a gasp, I moved my shoulders onto the bed. I reached behind and spread my cheeks with my fingers and puckered my hips towards him. With my entrance available to him, Mr Medez’ put his broad cock-head against me, nudging and pressing himself into me. Overwhelmed with excitement as my fantasy became reality, I eagerly pushed myself onto Mr Mendez, who was over forty years my senior. A guttural cry escaped my lips as he entered me, his thick member filling me completely.
In a concerned tone, he asked his son, “Are you alright?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Mendez.” I answered, my voice filled with respect and deference, “I want you to fuck me like you own me. I’ve fantasised about being bred by an older man far too long!”
“It never crossed my mind that I would ever fuck with someone so young. You are certainly known how to make an old man happy.” He remarked while appreciating the firmness of my buttocks, “Your young love tunnel feels so smooth and tight around my dick.” Mr Mendez placed his hands on my shoulders and started thrusting in and out of me, gradually increasing the speed and intensity.
“AHHH yes!” I gasped, “Does my – boy hole – feel good Mr Mendez?” I asked, my voice broken with each thrust.
“Fuck yes, it feels good around daddy’s big dick.” He grunted while I moaned a slut in heat. His hips were smacking my ass as I squeezed around his cock, making sure he felt all the pleasure. Moaning, he fucked me harder and deeper, plunging himself inside me with every thrust.
“Ahhhh, Gaad, Mr Mendez, you fuck so well!” As he continued his skilled movements, my moans of pleasure grew louder, my fists gripping the bedding in response to the overwhelming sensations.
He increased his tempo and aggressively banged his hips with my cheeks. “You enjoy that, son; you like it when I fuck you deep and hard, right? “Fuck you like a cheap whore,” he degraded. “I’m gonna make you scream for more”.
“Yaaas, fuck, me. Oh gaaad, Mr Mendez, you are tearing me apart,” I cried out in pleasure and pain as he continued to thrust forcefully. The intensity of his movements sent waves of ecstasy through my body, leaving me gasping for breath and begging for more.
Mr Mendez grabbed hold of me and rolled me over onto my back. I quickly wrapped my arms around my legs, drawing them closer to my chest. With my arsehole completely open and having become wet and sloppy, Mr Mendez slammed his cock into me and began to vigorously fucking me. While I whimpered, I held onto him by wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his body. My eyes rolled back in my head, my toes curled tightly as I endured the pleasure of his manhood glide in and out of me like a piston.
Mr Mendez had a flushed face, and he breathed heavily, with occasional growls punctuating his breaths. “Oh, fuck… Oh Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum.” He panted.
“Yes, Mr Mendez, cum in me!” I pleaded.
“AAAAHHHHH FUUUUCK! I’m cumming!” he moaned, as his strokes came to an abrupt stop, followed by several grunts. His cock convulsed forcefully inside me as ejaculated his load into me.
“Ahhh yeas, fill me up… I’m getting close.” I panted and wanked myself with vigour. My toes curled into spasm as my boy-juice gushed up my shaft. “I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned as streams of boy custard gushed from my slit.
After Mr Mendez spent his load, his limp penis slipped from my slippery opening. Still panting, he rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to while he got his breath back. “You’re one hot fucking tiger!” he said wiping the beads of perspiration from his brow. I too felt flush and wiped my face with the palm of my hand.
We were lying next to each other in bed when his phone suddenly rang. He turned to his side, grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and answered the call. “Hello Andreia……. Yes…. Yes, okay. What’s the time now…Give me an hour and I’ll pick you up. No, it’s fine, sweetheart…. Bye.”
Following the end of the call, Mr Mendez placed the phone down and gently ran his hand over his receding hairline before reclining on the bed next to me. “The person I was talking to was my daughter.” He said with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, then turned to me and noticed the look of surprise on my face, which prompted him to continued his earlier story. “Well, after the army, I had no choice but to marry, lead a heterosexual life. Things were different back then.”
“What happened to the lieutenant?” I asked.
With a mournful tone, he uttered, “He was killed in the line of duty.”
I comforted him by gently caressing his chest and redirected the conversation. “How many children do you have?”
“Only the one.” “You know what? My daughter is about your age,” he said, fetching his wallet from his pants pocket. He opened it and showed me a family photo he had in there. The moment I saw the photo, I felt a shiver of recognition as I realised it was Andreia—the girl I had ended things with only a week ago. It was an unusual coincidence, and I decided to stay silent and not reveal my association with his daughter.
“She’s pretty,” I responded after clearing my throat.
“You woke my youth and ignited a fire within me sexually, that I thought had long been extinguished forever, and just being with you reminded me of a time when life was full of endless possibilities.” Mr Mendez said while putting on his clothes.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” I said reassured him as he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I’d like to do it again, you know, have sex with you.” I blurted out, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness at the same time. The words hung in the air between us, waiting for a response.
Mr Mendez smiled warmly and nodded, his eyes sparkling with a renewed sense of energy. “I would love to,” he replied, his voice low and husky with desire. “Let’s make it happen soon.” With that, he gave me one more lingering kiss before leaving, leaving me feeling alive and excited for what was to come.
Part 3 – Pedro’s Piss Kink
While I was busy cleaning my bedroom and making my bed, I enjoyed the refreshing breeze from the open window on my bare skin, until I was interrupted by the sound of a powerful stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I quickly looked around the corner of my door and saw Pedro standing by the toilet in the guest bathroom, which was directly across from my bedroom.
With his dirty overall jacket in one hand, he exposed his slender, unclothed upper body and tattooed arm, while using his other hand to hold his penis between two fingers, like a cigar. My interest was sparked when I observed a wide and clear stream of urine gushing from his exceptionally long and drooping foreskin. Fascinated, I obscurely stood by my bedroom door and spied on him as his stare remained focused on his aim.
He idly rubbed at his foreskin with his fingers, dragging it back and forth, then repeatedly pinched the tip of his foreskin closed and ballooned it with urine, before releasing it with a gush. Noticing the thickening of his penis, he seemed to enjoy doing it. I felt a familiar sensation in my crotch as my body responded with an erection.
I accidentally tripped, catching Pedro’s attention as he looked towards me. His torrent of pee dribbled to a stop, followed by last few spurts into the toilet bowl. He looked me up and down and focused on my partially aroused state. With unwavering eye contact, I nervously watched him walking towards me with his cock swing from the opening in his pants while his jiggling foreskin continued to drip.
As Pedro approached me and entered my room, I instinctively took a step back. He had a lustful smirk on his face and dropped his heavy leather tool belt pouch to the floor with a loud clang. My gaze was all over the rugged young man who was covered in dust and grime from the building site and appeared to be in his early twenties.
Despite the dirt on his well-defined torso, a clear tan line marked the boundary between his tanned upper body and the paler skin hidden beneath his pants’ waistband, showcasing the hours he had spent working shirtless under the scorching sun.
Besides his tattooed arm, there was also a tattoo on his left breast. It displayed the word ‘Anno’ followed by a sequence of Roman numerals, suggested that it might represent his birth year or conceal a deeper narrative beneath his rugged exterior. Sporting a smile, he lifted his arm, revealing a hairy armpit as he tousled his dusty hair.
With my backside against a chest of draws, I couldn’t retreat any further as Pedro inched closer and his mischievous blue eyes twinkled. With a combination of a youthful moustache and chin stubble, his face had a captivatingly untamed allure, and my attention was fixated on his scarlet lips that playfully curled at the corners.
“I see you like staring at my cock taking a piss.” He remarked, flicking his cock between his fingers, causing droplets of piss to fly off the end of his foreskin nipple. Pedro’s captivating voice aroused a stirring sensation in me and felt my cock harden in response. “You look like the type of person who would stare at pissing cocks in the public bathrooms.” He casually dropped his overalls to the ground, causing a swirl of dust.
I wasn’t in the habit of watching guys urinating, but Pedro’s observation sent a rush of excitement through me, and I couldn’t deny my attraction to the sight of his penis taking a piss. “Yeah, I guess I found it fascinating, especially your foreskin,” I admitted, feeling a surge of arousal that threatened to overwhelm me.
The excessive length of his foreskin intrigued me as it swung from the tip of his fully erect penis, which I estimated to be about eighteen centimetres long and a girthy five centimetres thick. The meaty shaft hung with a subtle downward curve from a substantial, well-trimmed patch of dark, curly pubic hair.
“Would you like me to show me more?” Pedro grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a mischievous gleam and led me by my arm towards the bathroom with a knowing smile on his lips and guided me into the shower.
“Wha-What you gonna do?” I asked.
“Ever heard of watersports, golden showers?”
My response was uncertain, and my voice wavered with hesitation as I replied, “Umm, yeah.” Could I do this? Was I losing my mind, or was there something seriously wrong with me?
With a mischievous grin, Pedro directed his erection at me, and a slow trickle of pee leaked, gathering pressure until a hard stream of warm urine gushed off the end of his foreskin nipple sprayed against and cascaded over my naked body. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I felt and watched him pee over me, feeling like a strange yet erotic form of foreplay. I reciprocated, aiming my stream like a firehose at his chest and down towards his hardened cock.
“Fuck dude! You piss like a horse,” Pedro giggled and spoke. “That’s one forceful stream!” taking hold of my cock with one hand and wiping my warm liquid over his chest and neck with his other.
In a provocative manner, he held the tip of his foreskin closed, letting it swell up like a balloon, as he temptingly suggested, “Don’t you want to get on your knees so I can piss on your face?”
I went down on my haunches and as I glanced up at him, pointing his cock to towards my face. Unexpectedly, a warm, clear liquid splashed into my mouth and over my face as he released his foreskin, causing me to gasp in astonishment at the strength of his piss hitting me. I spat out a mouthful of the salty fluid and held my eyes sightly shut as he drained his bladder.
“Ahh, fuck dude, that’s so hot!” he said excitedly while being showered by his warm, fresh bodily fluid. Would this be considered degradation? Did I experience a sexual initiation involving piss-play with an attractive and enthusiastic individual? If that’s the case, I absolutely adore it!
“Do you still have piss? – I want you to pee on me,” Pedro said, kneeling in front of me as I stood up.
My bladder was half-full, but I struggled to urinate with an erection and had to lean forward over him.
“Relax, don’t concentrate too hard. Just let it flow.” It felt like an eternity before I finally felt the release of droplets from my slit. “Yeah, that’s it, pee on me, mmmm” he encouraged, then tantalised me by delicately caressing my slit with the tip of his tongue, prompting my bladder to empty further.
I released a few quick bursts of urine into his mouth, followed by a steady stream as he moved my foreskin back and forth. Pedro’s mouth closed around my urinating cock and gave me a blowjob at the same time, leaving me gasping at the sensation. “Fuuuck!” With a sudden surge of excitement and arousal, I exclaimed, my mind swirling with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and intense gratification, all fuelled by the thrilling taboo of the act.
After I finished urinating, Pedro stood up and used his hands to wipe his face, then he flicked them to dry. “Did you actually drink my piss?” I asked with a sense of curiosity.
“Yeah, some of it, why… didn’t you like it?” Pedro asked
“It was nothing like I expected, but I absolutely loved it!” I replied, my voice filled with excitement. “I got to swallow some of yours before I spat it out. Was I supposed to drink it?” I asked with curiosity.
Pedro laughed, “There are no rules, whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“Oh, okay, I wasn’t sure. I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said.
“Me neither. It was my first time too?” Pedro admitted.
“Huh? – Serious? What made you wanna do watersports today- with me?” I asked.
“I dunno hey. When I was taking a leak just now, I was thinking about a piss video clip I was jacking off to this morning. I saw you watching me, then I thought you being gay and checking me out and got this urge to try it with you. I know it’s weird, but the idea really turned me on.”
“Oh, but I’m not gay though!” I clarified.
“Not?–Sorry man!” Pedro reacted with surprise.
“No! not really, umm, I don’t know. Bi, I guess. I have – had, had a girlfriend, but we broke up last week. I explained.
“Bummer man.”
“It’s all good. I broke it off anyway. What about you?” I asked,
“I’m like you, Bi, I guess. Maybe a little kinkier than you,” he chuckled, giving me a playful nudge with his elbow. I’ve got a girlfriend living with me, but I’m into dudes too.”
“Wow, talk about getting wild. I tried something new today and maybe liked it a little too much,” I laughed.
Pedro chuckled and sheepishly admitted, “I guess I’m a bad influencer.”
With a playful tone, I expressed, “When it comes to influencing, I’m more than willing to continue learning from you.”
With mischievous eyes, Pedro leaned in closer, his lips meeting mine in a brief, tantalising kiss. He whispered quietly, “mmmm, I think that might be a good idea!” We both realised that we were pushing our boundaries and enjoying every moment.
“I can’t get over how thick and big your cock is,” he said, wrapping his hand around my stiff shaft and examining it with his hand as he squeezed it. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him too, so I reached out and grasped his penis, then continued my exploration by gently feeling his tight balls.
“You have an awesome cock.
“I totally love your foreskin. Wow, it’s long. I wish mine was like yours,” I complimented, playing and fondling it.
Despite his penis being moist with urine, I felt an unexplainable urge to suck his cock, and kneeled in front of him on the piss-covered floor of the shower. The tangy, musky, pungent flavours filled my senses as I leaned and kissed and licked his balls. My mouth instinctively opened as I introduced my lips to his cock, which oozed a mix of piss and pre-cum from within.
The salty flavour with an undertone of bitterness flooded my appetite as my lips dragged his foreskin back as his cock slid into the depth of my mouth. It may not have had the best taste, but I still found it remarkably stimulating.
Using the skills I had learnt from Mr Mendez earlier; I slowly stroked the tip of my tongue around the underside of Pedro’s cock head before taking it deep into my throat. Pedro’s sudden gasp was followed by him grabbing my hair and pulling my head up and down his shaft, all the while groaning with pleasure. “Fuck dude, you really know how to swallow my cock!” he exclaimed with enthusiasm.
The warmth of his cock against the back of my throat and the sound of his moans fuelled my desire even more. I could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. He pulled my head firmly towards him, feeling his downward cock edged further down my gullet. “Ooohh Fuck, you swallow cock like a fucking pro!” Pedro exclaimed. “Fuck, I wish my girlfriend could suck cock like you.” He complimented and began fucking my face.
I led Pedro to my bed where it would be comfortable. Still wearing his dirty work boots, he laid on his back and raised his knees while resting his shoes upon my bed. While crouching down, my eyes were mesmerised by the sight of his smooth scrotum, swaying above a strip of pubic hair that ran between his buttocks. When I saw his exposed opening, it resembled a tightly tied balloon, and I couldn’t help but feel a sudden desire to lick it, just as Mr. Mendez had done to me.
Parting his cheeks with my hands, I dragged my tongue over his taunt perineum muscle. “Ahhh, Fuck! That feels good,” Pedro gasped and observed at me through his knees as I let my mouth wander around the edges of his scrotum, teased and tickling the skin with my tongue. As I worked my way up towards the base of his cock, I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of taking him fully into my mouth again.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around the shaft of his cock once more, relishing in the salty, musky flavour that still lingered from our earlier adventure. My tongue danced around the ridge of his cock head, and I could feel the warmth and hardness of his erection against the back of my throat. While he expressed his pleasure through moans and groans, his body couldn’t help but react by thrusting subtly, completely surrendering to the sensations I was creating on his throbbing cock.
As I trailed my tongue along the tight, puckered entrance to his anus, I could feel him moaning with pleasure at my gentle exploration. The musky, earthy scent of his crack was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist the urge to delve deeper. “AHHH FUUUCK…. SHIT!!” Pedro cried out loudly this time while his fingers dug into the sheets. Pedro raised his legs as my tongue darted into his rose-pink dilated opening. “Oh, fuck yes, eat my hole out,” he pleaded as I forced my tongue deeper into him. “It might sound greedy, but I need your cock inside me so bad right now.”
“Want me to fuck you?” I asked, reaching for my lubricant, pre-empting his response.
“Yeah!” he nodded, applying more saliva to his opening while I lubed myself. I knelt between his parted legs and carefully inserted my penis into his concave. I leaned against him, sensing the pressure as his anus stretch to accommodate me.
“AHHHH, FUUUCK!” Pedro cried out, “Please wait” he pleaded. I stopped and leaned forward, experiencing a snapping feeling as my cock popped through his anus. “SHHHHHHIT FUCK! AHHHH, YOU FUCKER!” The sound of his whimper filled the air as I thrust myself deeper inside him.
With grunts resembling those of a wounded animal, Pedro laid there, his intense gaze fixed on me. Throughout, I felt his sphincter tightening and spasming uncontrollably around my shaft. “My arsehole has never been stretched so wide before. Fuck, it’s intense,” Pedro murmured.
As soon as I sensed its relaxation, I began moving with short strokes, gradually transitioning to longer and more powerful strokes, feeling the warmth and softness of his inner walls clutching at my cock. “You’re so big, and it’s rearranging my guts,” he moaned.
“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you – especially when I push it into you like this?” I teased, slamming my cock as deep into him as I could.
“Huuh,” he shuddered. “Oh Fuck yes! I never thought I would meet someone that gets me so god dam aroused.”
“Yeah, well, same here. My cock is aching right now. I said without breaking stroke.
While I rhythmically fucked him, his arsehole relaxed and made wet slapping sounds as my balls slapped against him with each stroke. “I’m supposed to be working, but all I can think about is you dominating me,” Pedro whimpered and craned his neck to kiss me. Our tongues lashed against each other and exchanged saliva as we kissed each other lustfully.
“This feels so goddam good, but I also wanna fuck you. Can I Huh?” he asked.
“Yeah, I would love you to fuck me,” I responded with enthusiasm savouring the thud sound as my cock made contact with my stomach after sliding out of him.
Pedro acted swiftly, grabbing me as though I were a doll and placing me in the missionary position. I found Pedro incredibly captivating, and I couldn’t decide if it was his adventurous and kinky nature or his rough and rugged aura that drew me towards him, but either way, I felt an undeniable attraction.
I curled, hugging my knees against my shoulders, in a position that made me open and ready. Pedro pulled back his foreskin, revealing his lubricated penis head, and positioned it against my wide opening. As he pushed himself against me, I let out a gasp as my ring gave way to him, and I observed his cock disappear inside me with a single, effortless motion.
“Fuck..! it’s incredible, your hole feels so good,” he groaned.
“Mmmm, yeah. Fuck me, prove how good my hole is.” I said with a mischievous tone. Pedro began his rhythmic stroke.
“Oh yes, that’s good, mmm, fuck me harder!” I pleaded.
His cock made squishy sounds as it slid in and out of me. “Hear that? – My cock fucking your sloppy hole?” he uttered.
“Fuck, yes! It sounds and feels so good,” I panted in response.
As Pedro leaned on me, his hands wrapped around my throat, creating a suffocating sensation. His eyes locked onto mine, his breath heavy and laboured as he gritted his teeth.
“Oh yeah, I wanna fuck you so hard!” he grunted and leaned in and kissed me, biting on my bottom lip as he broke his kiss with me.
“Fuck me then – go on, fuck me!” I hissed through my constricted airway.
I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as Pedro tightened his grip around my throat and continued to fuck me with relentless force as my body tensed and released in waves of pleasure.
We flip-flopped and changed positions, and he laid on his back. I grasped him by his work-boots and held him with his legs parted and smoothly inserted my shaft with one slick stroke into his moist gaping anus. Without pause, my strokes slapped against him.
“Oh yeah, fuck! Your cock feels good! – I’ve never been fucked like this, ever.” He confessed.
“Yeah, I’m enjoying fucking you,” I panted. “.. you like me to finish inside you?” I asked, as I increased my pace and felt my climax building.
“Fuck yes! Gimme your spunk!” he panted. “Fuck yes! Yes, that’s right,” he groaned as I placed my hands upon his shoulders as leverage and increased my thrusts. “Fuck me! – Fuck me harder,” came Pedro’s strained gasp. His words igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t resist. My eyes rolled back as my seed eagerly primed to be unleashed.
“Oh Fuck! I’m gonna cum” I cried out. I couldn’t hold back, and my slit forcefully released streams of my seed into his anal cavity.
Pedro whimpered like a submissive bitch, “Fill me, fucking fill me!” grabbing my hips and clasping me until my cock stopped twitching. Panting heavily, I collapsed onto the bed next to Pedro, completely drained. Without mercy, Pedro was soon between my legs. “I want to fuck you and cum inside you,” he said, using my cum from his arse to lubricate his shaft.
“Wow! you are horny” I chuckled in response and lifted my legs for him again. Pedro’s fingers felt for my opening as he guided his cock into my already slick, dilated opening and then pressed himself in. With no pause, his penis moved like a rabbit, thrusting in and out of me with vigorous strokes while I watched my feet sway with each vigorous stroke.
“ohhhhh F-u-u-u-u-k” i moaned, as my body shook as he fucked me.
“You like that?” he asked panting over the clapping noise.
“Ahhhh yaass!” I exclaimed. It was no exaggeration. I truly enjoyed the intense pleasure he was giving me, and I couldn’t help but whimper in ecstasy as he continued. “Oh yes. Give – it – to – me!” I gasped, gripping my cock and masturbated frantically. His downward cock stimulated my prostate and bladder. I was certain that I would have another orgasm!
Pedro’s face, neck and chest turned flush as a tomato. “Here it comes!” he grunted through gritted teeth. The arteries in his neck and forehead pulsating visibly while his face took on a gooning expression. With one last thrust, he held his breath and slammed himself into me and waited as his cock pulsed, his load deep into me. “Tahh – Fuuuck. Tahhh” he gasped between breaths.
“Huuh, Huuh, I’m Cumming again!” I panted. My toes curled in spasm as I climaxed again. Pedro exhaled a strained release of breath, his body quivering against mine, then he pulled out and collapsed next to me.
“Fuck! That was awesome,” he muttered, glancing at his watch as he shifted from the bed and began gathering his clothes.
“Does your girlfriend know about you?” I asked curiously.
“No way. She’ll fucken leave me like that if she found out,” Pedro said as he dressed. “I better get to work!” Pedro remarked, looking at his watch and securing his tool belt around his waist. “Maybe we can do this again, if you want?”
“That sounds awesome, and maybe you can teach me something else,” I said with a smile.
He clicked his tongue like a cowboy, flashed a thumbs up, and then walked out of my bedroom.
Part 4 – Sparks fly with Mateo
I fixed my bed covers for the third time that morning, then took a shower and reflected on the numbness in my behind. I chucked to myself as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table; it showed 9:47am and thought about how much of a bettering my arsehole had endured over the past three hours.
I got dressed in a loose vest, jogging shorts, and flip-flops before making my way to the kitchen when Mateo’s presence caught my attention. “Hello again!”
“Oh. Hello,” I replied and flashed a quick smile. “Umm, would you like something to drink?” I asked.
“Wow, yes, please! Something cold would be great! Thank you.”
After grabbing the juice box from the fridge, I turned to Mateo and asked how many workers on site. I thought it would be considerate to serve everyone, as I was sure they would enjoy something chilled.
“Four. Granite, Pedro Juan and me,” he confirmed.
I handed Mateo his glass and put the rest on a tray before heading to the construction site and found Pedro, who was sitting on a pile of bricks in the shade while leisurely smoking a cigarette. “I brought you guys something cold to drink,” and placed the tray down beside him.
Where’s the other guys?” I questioned, while surveying the surroundings, when I noticed a young man appear from around the corner who appeared to be approximately the same height as me.
“Hey Juan, this is Rogerio. This is his pad we are working on. Here, Rogerio brought us a cold drink,” Pedro said handing him a glass.
Juan shook my hand and thanked me for the refreshment. We made some idle small talk while I looked Juan over.
It was clear from the loose fit of his overalls that he had a slender physique. The dust and debris from his work environment had settled on his blond hair, which was styled with shorter sides and back and longer on top. Despite his Mediterranean looks, it was his captivating, stormy-grey eyes and perfectly chiselled jawline that added to his irresistible baby-face charm. My horny teenage thoughts undressed him, and I couldn’t help but fantasise about what secrets lay hidden beneath his baggy clothes.
“Oh, Granite went to the shops. He’ll be back in a moment.” Pedro said, having just taken the last gulp of his drink from his glass. Juan handed me their empty glasses and thanked me again before I turned and made my way back to the main house.
Back inside the house, I noticed Mateo’s glass was empty and asked him if he wanted a refill. He smiled and nodded as I refilled his glass. “Thanks!” he said and chugged the contents without pause. “That went down well,” he said with a small burp, placing the glass down.
While I enjoyed my drink, I engaged in conversation as Mateo worked on removing the outdated power distribution board. He didn’t seem to mind my presence, which prompted me to stay and perch on a nearby cabinet to observe, hoping to gain some knowledge from the process.
Mateo climbed his ladder and entered the trapdoor in the ceiling, then called down to me and asked if I would pass him his multimeter along with some other tools he required. I stood on a couple of steps below him; and reached up to hand him the tools he asked for. With my face almost at eye-level to his crotch, I could not resist accidentally bumping my face into the bulge and trying to steal a sniff.
“You mind squeezing up here? – I need an extra pair of hands,” he asked as he wriggled himself, making a little more room.
“Sure,” I accepted and ascended, wedging myself against him in the tight confines of the trapdoor. “Huuuuugh” I groaned as I pressed myself against him feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. “It sure is a tight squeeze,” I chuckled, feeling his breath against my neck.
“Are you able to reach that cable over there?” he asked flicking on the light attached to his hardhat and pointing to a cable.
As I grunted and stretched my arm, I realised the object was frustratingly out of reach. “Nope. I’ll have to climb in the roof,” I responded, scrambling upward.
“Mind that you only put your weight on these rafters, otherwise you will fall through the ceiling,” he cautioned.
As I manoeuvred past him, my crotch pressed firmly into Mateo’s face as I spider crawled and lifted my leg over his head to get in, at the same time being mindful of where I placed my weight. With my bum on a solid rafter and my legs spread between two trusses, I reached the cable with ease and handed the one end to Mateo.
While he connected it to a junction box and other wires, Mateo’s conversation delved into more personal subjects.
“I’m sure you and your girlfriend will be pretty happy about having your own place and privacy.”
Laughingly I responded, “No, no girlfriends at this stage. I had one until last week, though.”
“Oh, well, I’m sure you won’t have a problem finding another, especially being hung like that,” he said pointing to my crotch.
“Huh?” I remarked confused.
“Your dick’s sticking out your shorts,” he said, tapping the end of my penis with his screwdriver.
As I glanced down, I realised my penis was protruding from the left leg opening of my jogging shorts. “Fuck, sorry!” I apologised at the realisation that it was impossible to cover myself while in the awkward position I was in.
“No need to apologise!” he responded with a chuckle. “It’s quite impressive.”
“How old are you now?” he asked breaking the uncomfortable pause of silence.
“Eighteen. I’m turning nineteen in January… and you?”
“Twenty-eight, Tuesday last week.” He replied without looking up.
“Oh, happy birthday for last week,” I tittered. “I see you’re not wearing a wedding ring… not married?”
“Yup! Divorced two years ago.”
“So, what happened between you and your girlfriend last week that caused the breakup?” Mateo asked me.
“I dunno, we kinda have different needs, if you know what I mean.”
“What… was she not giving you any pussy? I know when I was a teen, I wanted to do it like four, sometimes five times in a day.” Mateo chuffed. “… and after school every day I had to whack-off to porn.”
I laughed and boasted with a mischievous twinkle in my eye, “Me too! I was literally watching porn in the TV room this morning when you guys arrived.”
“Ahhhh! That explains the wet marks I saw on your underwear,” Mateo sniggered, and we laughed together. “What type of porn do you like watching?”
“Umm, all porn turns me on. I mainly watch group-sex and anal, especially verbal and dirty talk gets me horny,” I giggled. “It really depends on my jerk-off mood.”
“I know what you mean. Me too! Have you done anal with someone before?” Mateo asked as he finished tightening and closing up the box where he joined the connection.
“Yeah!” I replied and chuckled, thinking about how he had no idea that I still had his boss and co-workers’ spunk inside me. “What about you? I asked inquisitively.
He chuckled before responding, “Yup!”
“I guess, being a mix of Argentinian and Columbian, they probably had a hard time handling your meat. Apparently, you guys are pretty hung.”
Mateo burst into laughter. “Don’t believe everything you see in porn. Many Argentinian and Columbian guys have small dicks too.”
“But you aren’t one of them! I saw the bulge in your pants,” I remarked. The conversation created a stirring sensation between my legs, and there was no way of hiding it.
Mateo grinned. “I guess, I’m a little above average,” he declared nonchalantly, “But yours is not that small either,” he commented, taking hold of my very visible semi erect shaft and began tugging on it. “WOW, it’s really thick, and MUCH bigger than above average.”
I experienced a surge of excitement when he touched me, causing an immediate erection. “Mmmm,” he expressed with admiration, taking off his hardhat, as the beam of light redirected elsewhere, leaving me sitting in partial darkness. The sensation of moist, warm lips wrapping around my shaft took me by surprise as his mouth glided up and down my erect member.
“Ahhhh-Fuck” With a loud exclamation, I leaned back as far as I could and held onto a roof support nearby for stability. As Mateo’s hand explored further up my thigh, it skilfully wrapped around my testicles, caressing and massaging them with a teasing tug, while his expert mouth continued to pleasure me with its sucking.
Although I was thoroughly enjoying myself, I felt relieved when he proposed we come down from the ladder. While my penis was still protruding from the leg opening of my shorts, I exited the manhole in the ceiling and carefully descended the ladder behind Mateo. I brushed off as much dust as I could and placed my hand on Mateo’s thick hard bulge in his shorts.
“It’s so hard!” I murmured with excitement, and quickly unfastened his shorts and pulled down the elastic waistband. I inserted my hand into his damp, blue briefs, feeling the warmth and moisture, along with the rough pubic hair, and clasping onto the thick erection that was positioned to the left in his underwear. Eagerly, I tugged his shorts and underwear from his hips and his thick brown penis sprung free from their sweaty confines. “Jesus, that’s HUGE!”
Holding the heavy chunk of Latin meat in the palm of my hand and admired its presence and the thick bulging vein that ran along the top of his shaft towards the tip. “How big is this thing? Like, have you ever measured it?” When I wrapped my hand around, I noticed that my middle finger and thumb couldn’t meet. I squeezed it, eliciting a pulsating response and a release of pre-cum which seeped from the noticeable slit on the tip of his swollen dark pink cock-head, which peeped out from under his foreskin.
Mateo laughed; “Do you want to measure it?” he asked, reaching for an old, frayed tape measurer from his toolbox and handing it to me. I positioned the tape against his pubic bone, noting the length and circumference as I measured, “24cm long, and 19.5cm in circumference!”
He took the tape measure from my hand and said, “Let me measure yours,” with a mischievous grin. With my erection in hand, he carefully measured the length of my member. It measured 22cm in length and 16.5cm in girth.
Mesmerised by his cock, I crouched to my haunches and admired the motion of his foreskin rolling back and forth over his shiny, dome-like tip as I stroked it. With my heart pounding with excitement, I reached below and caressed his dark-hanging ball-sack. A primal urge washed over me as I inhaled and smelled his musky male odour from his hot sweaty crotch as I nestled my face into his bushy pubic hair and gently circled my tongue around his scrotum.
Mateo hissed in delight, and I gripped the base of his shaft and brought it closer to my mouth. As my lips dragged over his meaty shaft and it made its way slowly to the back of my throat, I savoured the taste of his salty-sweet pre-cum as it drooled over my tongue. “Aw fuck. That’s it. That feels good! Just slurp all over that cock.” He murmured, “Look up at me. Yeah, just like that. I wanna see your eyes while you take every bit of that fat cock in your mouth.” I obeyed and looked up into his lustful brown eyes.
“Do you like it when I talk dirty, huh?” he groaned and bit on his bottom lip and loosened his shirt.
The only way I could express my satisfaction with Mateo’s erection in my mouth was through a subtle “Mmmm” sound and a nod of approval.
“Ahhh yes, your mouth feels good,” he whispered seductively, gently pressing his hips forward, encouraging me to accept more, and placing his hands on my head. That’s it! Take a little more.” My body heaved as I gagged on his bull-nosed cock head as it stretched my throat wider and edged into my oesophagus. “Fuck, you really know how to deep throat that cock.”
“Come on now. Show me what you can do. You’re getting it nice and hard, so take it right to the base. Come on, I wanna see it disappear into that mouth of yours. Every inch. Go on, you can do it. You’re a pro, I can tell.” Mateo’s cock was halfway in my mouth, and I was certain that I couldn’t accommodate the full twenty-four centimetres of his Colombian cock.
My face was flushed, and my lungs were on fire from the struggle for breath while his erect member slid in and out of my gullet. Instinctively, my hands pushed against his thighs until he released his grip on the back of my neck. My lungs gulped fresh air as his hole-wrecker cleared my airway, and pre-cum and salivary phlegm dribbled from my lips onto my chest as I coughed. With teary eyes, I submissively looked up at him with desire as I wiped away the slime against my forearm, all while enduring the painful feeling of my throat and jaw being displaced. Despite my discomfort, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement from the experience, especially when I heard Mateo’s deep groans.
“How’d that taste? You like the taste of my cock in your mouth?”
I nodded, “Fuck, yes. I love the taste of your cock!” I replied, catching my breath.
“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t think it’ll be the last time you taste me.” Mateo said as he lifted me from my knees. With his lips pressed against mine, he led me backwards through the archway and into the sitting room. Once inside, he carefully placed me on the exquisite coffee table, a treasured piece of furniture carved from a solid tree stump by my great grandfather, and handed down through generations to my mother.
Mateo aggressively tugged my shorts from my waist and tossed them aside and while I laid there naked, he undressed, then stood between my parted knees. His naked caramel figure was impossible to ignore, especially when paired with the striking contrast of the reflective vest and safety boots, reminiscent of a scene from a Latin adult film I had once seen. I felt thrilled with anticipation for what was about to happen.
Mateo took my veiny erection, which lay across my left leg and leaked pre-cum as it twitched and yearned for attention and started stroking it. “You have a gorgeous cock. So big and thick, and I love how it bends like a banana.” He complimented, as he gently fisted my foreskin back and forth.
My jaw dropped and my body shuddered at the first feeling of his mouth as it encircled my shaft. “Oh yes. Suck it!” I instructed, then his head began bobbing up and down on my shaft, swallowing as much of the length that was available. “Yea…oh fuck. Get your tongue under the foreskin… oooh, yes, just like that.” I murmured, as his tongue rolled and lapped my slick glans and hairy nut sack before dragging it along the base of my shaft and sucking me again. It felt great. No one had ever done anything like this to me and I felt a humming sensation between my legs.
While Mateo pleasured me, I shifted my position, propping myself up on my elbows and spreading my legs wider. I could feel Mateo’s fingers exploring my backside, seeking my entrance. “Mmmm, you’re so open and wet,” he said, sliding a finger into me. Mateo maintained eye contact as he skilfully stimulated my prostate with his middle finger, studying my face as it reflected the various expressions of pleasure.
“Oefff” I gasped as his finger slid in and out of me. Mateo went back into the kitchen and scooped up a generous amount of butter from the butter dish and returned and lubricated my arse with it. I gasped and raised my legs further, clutching my ankles. It took little for his fingers to make squishing sounds and he dived two, three and finally four fingers into my already open, cum-filled cavity.
“Oh wow! Your hole’s slurping on my fingers,” he said as he worked the palm of his hand deeply into me.
“Ahh-huh! Yes, oh fuck! Your hand is deep,” I reported with a grunt, as I enjoyed the sensation of his fingers exploring my insides. My voice quivered as I cried out, “Mmmuuuhhh, Gaaad,” and a damp sensation soaked through my groin, intensifying the moment.
“Ooohh Yes! If a finger on your prostate makes you whimper and squirm like this, imagine what my big throbbing cock could do? I don’t know about you, but I say we find out. What do you say? Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Mmm, Yesss, please put your cock in me. I want to feel your dick stretch me wide open.” I whimpered as he positioned his hips close to my opening.
With a seductive low voice, Mateo muttered, “Do you feel my dick pressing against your hole? I’m so fucking hard for you and you’re so wet for me, huh?”
“Push… push it in me!” I begged.
“Oh my god, did you feel that head pop inside you?” Mateo verbalised.
I gasped as I felt his cock enter me, gently sliding deeper. I shifted my position, leaning forward to see more clearly between my legs, and watched as his brown cock disappeared into me.
“Aaahhh gaad!!” I groaned as I felt my anal passage stretch beyond anything I’ve ever experienced as it pushed into my gut.
With each thrust, Mateo pushed deep inside me, teasingly stopping just before it could slide out of my squishing entrance. My legs shook in my grip as his cock fucked me.
“Oh fuck, do you realise your eyes are rolling back in your head right now? Is that how good you feel with your arse stuffed full of cock?” he asked.
Mateo’s pillow talk made my whole-body tingle. The sounds of our synchronised moans filled the room as Mateo’s hips found their rhythm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Right at that moment, Mateo’s mobile phone interrupted the panting with its sudden ring. “Fuck!” Mateo swore with frustration. It’s Guillermo.” He paused his motion and steadied his breathing before answering.
“Hey boss, What’s up…. Yeah, I’m still here…. Sure, no problem…. Where’s the truck keys?… I’ll be there now.
Mateo ended the call and mentioned that he had to make a trip to the yard to get more tile grouting for Pedro to use in the final stages.
“Aww, that sucks!” I replied with a sense of disappointment.
“I’m so horny and I wanted to cum inside you,” he said as he pulled out.
After we finished getting dressed, Mateo left the house and saw Granite waiting for him in the garden, where he received the keys.
Part 5 – All for one and one for all
When I saw the contractors return from their lunch break, I remembered that Granite had mentioned wanting to discuss some drawings with me. Not knowing if he had forgotten, I went in search of him, seeing it as a splendid chance to assess the condition of my new living space.
Dressed in my black jogging shorts, white vest, and flip-flops, I headed towards my nearly finished cottage, filled with excitement at the thought of seeing it completed and having a place of my own where I could enjoy my personal space and some privacy. I inspected the front of the building, the entrance, and then envisioned the plants I wanted in the garden before continuing to the back.
As soon as I spotted Granite, I froze in place; he was leaning against a pile of scaffolding with his penis in his hand. I took cover behind two drums, only a few metres away, and peered at him through the narrow gap. His long ebony snake dangled loosely from his shorts as he scrolled through his phone, growing thicker and longer as it became more excited. It was clear that he was watching erotic content on his mobile device. A mix of emotions overwhelmed me as my heart raced, battling to contain my arousal, witnessing my excitement manifest as my erect member pushed its way through the leg opening of my shorts.
Granite’s foreskin rolled back on its own accord, exposing his dark purple glans as it pulsed to attention. I’d never been with a black man before, and needless to say, I was pretty turned on by the thought of sucking and fucking my first black cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about getting naked with him, my pale skin against his dark body, and the myth about black men being well-endowed turned out to be true for me. Although his cock resembled Mateo’s Brown Columbian monster in size, the anticipation of his ebony shaft penetrating my pink hole excited me beyond belief as I watched his hand moving up and down his shaft.
Startled by the insect’s nip on my leg, I unintentionally kicked a nearby drum, which reverberated with a deep boom that caught Granite’s attention. Before I had a chance to make a move, the sound of his deep voice spoke, “You must really like black dick!” I glanced up at his shimmering bald head, beaded with perspiration. His plump lips tugged at the edges of his smile, brimming with sparkling white teeth, while his dark eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief. “First, this morning I noticed you staring at my crotch. Now I catch you spying on me while I’m jacking off!”
“Err, umm, I’m sorry. Um, I was coming to look for you, About the drawings, remember, you said you were, umm, wanted to see me,” I stammered.
“With your stiff dick, huh?” Granite responded, grabbing my erection, which was moist with pre-cum. “Ever had black dick before?” I shook my head, feeling both nervous and excited.
“Once you’ve seen black dick, you want to taste it, once you’ve tasted it, you’ll want it in you, and once you’ve had it in you, you’ll be craving it,” Granite said, then laughed aloud as he stood over me with his cock inches from my face.
Nervously, my eyes travelled over his defined athletic, muscular torso, which was partially covered by his unbuttoned work shirt. A sense of exhilaration flowed over me as my gaze settled over his coarse woolly pubic hair and observed his thick, uncircumcised penis swaying like an elephant’s trunk. After a few moments, my eyes traced back to Granite’s face. “Are you ready to taste it?” he grunted as he glided his foreskin back and forth a few times, flashing the bulbous dark purple cock-head.
I cleared my throat and placed my hand on his cock and stroked it slowly. As I picked up pace and stared at his foreskin roll back and forth, his hand moved to my shoulder, then to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer towards him. I wrapped my lips around the fat tip of his semi-erect cock, while my tongue found his slit, which was salty with pre-cum. My mouth attempted to engulf his impressive shaft, but I could only handle about half of his ebony meat before I was filled.
“Look at that mouth, so excited and ready for me,” he murmured. With his large hands, Granite firmly held my head in place while he ravished my mouth with his penis, while my throat struggled to keep up with his aggressive pace.
“Does it taste good?”
With my mouth full, I let out a satisfied moan of delight.
“Yeah, that’s it, you like that big dick in your mouth, don’t you?” he murmured as I worked my lips down his rod, writhing my tongue on the thick-vein along the underside of his hard ebony cock to take more in my mouth. The bulbous head touched my throat entrance with my lips still a good fifteen centimetres from the base of his shaft.
“Let’s get you ready to take me, and give your body some attention, yeah?”
As I looked up, our eyes met and I could feel the strength in Granite’s hands as he lifted me from the dusty red soil, pulling me closer as our lips intertwined. His tongue felt large, like his penis, and appeared to completely cover mine.
I peeled his shirt from his back while his hand slid down the front of my pants, taking a firm grip around the base of my balls and cock, giving them a tug. “Your cock is really big, and so wet” he murmured, looking down at my penis, which trickled pre-cum, flowing out like a baby’s drool on a bib.
Granite went down on one knee and engulfed my boyhood, sending a shiver down my spine. The sensation was incredible, and I found it difficult to stifle my moans of delight as he pushed and pulled my hips towards him. As I turned around, I quickly bent over a steel drum, only to feel Granite’s massive hands tug my shorts below my buttocks and forcefully pulling my cheeks apart. Granite’s tongue lapped and stabbed my gaping moist opening, as I parted my legs further and pushed my arse out towards him. “Yeah, your arsehole tastes good,” he remarked with a hiss before sucking his middle finger and sliding it in.
While his finger glided around and felt my cavity, he commented, “You’re so wet and lubed for me.” I gasped at the feeling of his finger tracing my prostate. Granite stood and moved behind me and teased my backside with his ebony member, circling the tip around my opening.
“Put it in me. I want to feel your cock inside me,” I pleaded. My eyes glazed, and I gritted my teeth when I felt his hammer-like cock head press against my resisting ring. The pressure from Granite intensified, and I could sense my rear opening surrender. I let out a long whimpering gasp as his black cock passed through my Sphincter and slide smoothly along the walls of my love tunnel until I sensed the feeling of his thick pubes tickling the crack of my arse.
Granite gripped my arms and held my hands behind my back, pressing them up to my shoulder blades as his cock glided in and out of me with long, deep strokes. “Oh yeah! it’s like fucking tight white pussy!” Granite grunted as he gave me a flat-handed slap upon my left rump.
“Oh god yes!” I moaned. With a forceful grip, Granite pulled a handful of my hair, forcefully tilting my head back. It was at that moment that I noticed Pedro and Juan stroking their erections while watching us through the window.
Granite also noticed them. “You like being watched as you’re being fucked, huh?”
“Ahh, yes” I panted.
“Or do you want them to take turns fucking your sloppy pink hole?”
“Oh, fuck, yes! I want them to fuck me too and watch you fucking me,” I moaned.
Granite let out a mischievous laugh and replied with a flirtatious tone, spanking me on my backside once more, said, “Yeah. You’re a cock-hungry whore! Aren’t you?”
Until that moment, I had never experienced such a combination of verbal degradation and sexual objectification, but I couldn’t help but find it strangely arousing. I had a fresh and surprising encounter that brought out something in me I wasn’t aware of.
Granite motioned for the two men inside to join us, and in a matter of seconds, they were by our side.
Pedro and Juan eagerly stripped themselves from their work clothes. Juan confidently displayed his smooth, hairless chest and delicate pink nipples, and his erect penis gracefully curved downward, protruding from a blond pubic hair patch. The visually attractive penis had a pale and elongated body, with a wide base that tapered towards a concealed head, covered by a snug phimosis foreskin.
While Granite continued to pump me from behind, Juan Stood in front of me and pointed his dick at my face, which was about eighteen centimetres long and of average girth with pink wrinkly scrotum below it. I firmly held it in my hand and slid it back and forth along Juan’s erect shaft, observing how his foreskin snugly covered the engorged head, emphasising the contours of his glans within, which gleamed a deep plum colour as it peeped from the elastic boundaries of the opening of his foreskin.
“Suck it! Open your mouth and suck it,” he ordered with a mischievous grin as he held his cock by the base and slapped my cheek with it repeatedly. I eagerly slid my mouth over his velvety, elongated shaft, savouring the tangy nectar it provided. “That’s it, keep sucking.”
“He’s a grade-A cock sucker and can deep throat it like a pro!” Juan commented to his co-workers while thrusting his cock down my gullet, leaving me choking. Pedro patiently waited for his turn, and once Juan’s dick was no longer in my mouth, Pedro moved in, taking his turn.
The sound of Mateo’s voice, which I recognised immediately, filled the air with a cheerful “Hey Hey Hey!” Mateo exclaimed, setting down the items he had collected.
“You’re just in time for some sweet arse!” Granite said pulling his cock from me.
“I hope you boys have left some arse for me,” he said lifting his sunglasses onto his head as he approached us and began shedding his clothing.
“Let’s get you out of these!” Mateo said as he pulled my shorts off so forcefully, they tore, and one of my flip-flops went flying as I lost my balance and swirled to the ground.
Mateo stood over me and clenched a fist of hair and aligned my mouth with his flaccid cock. “Take it you fucking cocksucker!” he grunted as he pried my mouth open with his fingers and fed his penis to it. While it was flaccid, his cock filled my oral cavity like a coiled snake, but it became too much for my mouth to handle as it grew thicker and longer as it became erect.
With Granite to my left and Pedro and Juan on my right, my hands moved over their genitals, fondling them, jerking them, pleasuring them in the best way I could. “Here, take my cock!” Granite grunted, stealing my mouth from Mateo’s dick and began fucking my throat harder and faster.
Spit trickled down my chin as my mouth was passed around like a flesh light and my throat repeatedly fucked by the four men. Pedro breathed heavily, and his body spasmed as he ejaculated into my mouth. Then, he finally released his grip after he clung my head firmly against his groin with his cock buried in my oesophagus. My head flung back as I gasped for air and expelling a mix of spit and cum drooled from of my mouth onto my chest.
One of my earliest sexual fantasies involved being in a threesome with two men and feeling their touch as the most amazing sensation. I never thought I’d be turned on by being used as a sex toy and a cum dump and getting dominated by a team of construction workers.
Granite lifted me up and, while I held him behind his neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist. With his big hands supporting my buttocks, he manoeuvred his cock to my entrance and began lowering me onto his shaft. My jaw fell and my eyes widened as his bull-nosed tip stretched me open again, and his girthy shaft rearranged my insides as it tunnelled deeper into me. While I kept a finger-locked grip on Granite’s neck, I wondered how much more I could endure. “Oh God, yes! Your cock is so big!” I whimpered as my arsehole slammed against his pubic bone each time I travelled down his shaft.
Granite stepped back after carrying me and laying me on the wood-cutting table, letting his manhood slip from my opening like a thick, slippery eel. A stream of cool air flooded my gaping cavity as I lay there with my legs spread, waiting for one of the others to take his place.
Juan wasted no time and took place between my legs and pushed himself against my gaping spongy sphincter with the tip of his cock. His foreskin, white with creamy pre-cum, slid inside me, and as he took hold of my ankles with a tight grasp, he began fucking me like a rabbit.
Mateo, behind me, angled my head back, and I felt his warm moist scrotum over my forehead as he slid his cock into my throat, which, at this angle, seemed to glide further into my gullet. “Oh yes, open that throat, open that throat for me,” Mateo grunted while he played with his nipples.
“Ahh, Jesus. Fuck Granite! Your cock is… Ahh fuck, slowly!” I heard Pedro in extreme pain as Granite had him pinned against a barrel and was forcefully penetrating him.
Juan’s breathing became more intense, and he uttered, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum… Ah Fuck!” His breath came in ragged bursts, and Juan’s face and chest grew flushed as he struggled to catch his breath.
With his cock throbbing and pulsating against my prostate, I could feel him releasing his seed inside me. Meanwhile, with my mouth full of Mateo’s Columbian brown member, I let out a blissful moan as I eagerly reached back and pulled Juan’s hips closer to me.
“Fuck, that was good!” Juan said, as his limp dick slipped from me.
“Here, Wanna come sit on this?” Mateo asked, shifting his position and lying on his back on the ground, and teased with his arousal.
I accepted his proposition and straddled his hips, feeling a surge of pleasure as I lowered myself onto him with a soft moan. “Aaahh yes, sit on it, take it all the way,” I could hear his low mutterings as he urged me to take it all as I moved my hips, easing his dick in ever deeper into my bowels until my balls were buried in the soft thicket of his pubic hair. Mateo put his hand behind my neck and pulled me down onto him and kissed me deep.
Granite withdrew himself from Pedro and moved and stood in front of me, his cock slick from Pedro’s arse juices. “Come suck my cock clean!” he said, pressing his bulbous cock head into my mouth and rocked his hips while he held my head in his hand.
The sweet, bitter taste coated my airway as he forcefully pushed his cock down my throat until I felt the coarse pubic hair bush press into my face. His cock slipped out of my mouth for a moment, allowing me to gasp for air before he forcefully thrust it back in, making my throat produce a series of gurgling sounds.
“That’s right! Open that throat motha-fucka, so I can fuck your face,” he grunted. Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, I could only feel my body being tossed around, akin to a rag doll, as I endured the forceful thrusts of cocks from both ends.
Granite stepped back; drool dribbled from my lips as his slick cock sprung from my lips and moved behind me, while Pedro took his place. Pedro guided his shaft to my lips, and tapped them with his long overhanging foreskin nipple, which leaked pre-cum. I eagerly placed my lips around his shaft and sensually moved his foreskin back with my mouth as he slid deeper into my mouth.
I felt Granite’s hand on my back as he pressed me onto Mateo, beneath me. As I glanced over my shoulder, a wave of disbelief washed over me as I realised I was about to be double penetrated. No sooner had the thought settled in my mind, I could feel the weight and pressure of Granite’s ample shaft against my entrance. “AAAAHHHHHH FUUCK!” I cried out in pain. My eyes grew wider, and my jaw dropped as their girthy throbbing members strained against the tight confines of my sphincter.
Their penises plunged deeper into me, each one struggling for a spot in my already packed anus. “OOOOOOWWWWW!” I cried out as the sweat began beading on my forehead.
“Come on man! You know you want it!” Granite hushed against the back of my neck. It felt like I was going to tear or explode, as Mateo & Granite slowly started see-sawing their cocks in and out of my arse. Uncontrollable squirts of pee squirted from my slit as their cocks stabbed my bladder.
“Oh yeah, we have a squirter!” Pedro boasted upon seeing my piss. “Yeah, he’s sure enjoying it!”
We changed positions and I reversed sat on Granite’s cock which felt hot and placed my feet upon his knees.
“Ready to feel this cock pound you? Granite asked.
Before I could respond, Granite’s cock began slamming it in and out of my arse with rapid succession while he made guttural animalistic sounds of lust and expectation.
Granite’s strong arms wrapped around the back of my legs, effortlessly lifting them up. He then locked his fingers behind my neck exposing my dilated arse wrapped around the base of his shaft.
“Oh yeah! His arse is so open and sloppy,” Mateo commented and moved himself between my legs. Aaahhh-haaa Fuck! I cried out as his cock slid against Granite’s slick shaft. My sloppy arse began making squishing sounds as Mateo’s thick baby maker effortlessly slid all the way inside me and fucked me while he held my ankle with one hand while the other around my throat. With my airway strained, I whimpered as their cocks rearranged my guts, while Juan balls rested on my head as he wanked himself with fury. “Jesus. I’m gonna blow my fucking load!” he grunted as he released gushes of seed across my face and chest.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Pedro moaned as he aimed his creamy cock tip towards me and squirted like a firehose.
With my face glazed in semen, Granite and Mateo panted with erratic breath and their strokes became faster. “Huuuh! Huuuh! Came Granite’s grunts as his body spasmed beneath mine. The wet squishing sounds grew louder as he filled me with his warm cum.
Mateo’s breath panted like a dog before he let out a series of animalistic grunts. Slurping and squishing noises continued to resonate as my arse-juices and cum frothed from the friction of their furious dicking. “Oh Fuck!” Mateo gasped and rammed himself one last time with his cock twitching. He tightly shut his eyes and clenched his jaw and groaned with gritted teeth, “Ahhhh fuck I’m cumming!”
“That’s it! Fill him with your dick custard!” Granite murmured to Mateo.
Once Mateo and Granite’s encounter ended, I stood up, feeling the aftermath. As I turned to face them, I couldn’t help but notice the four men, visibly exhausted and their bodies shimmering with a sheen of perspiration. As they caught their breath, their smiles lit up their faces and warmed my heart. The contractors collected their scattered garments and got dressed. In contrast, I stumbled upon my single shoe and the remnants of my ripped shorts to cover myself before returning home.
As I stepped out of the refreshing shower, I could hear the central air conditioning unit hum to life, bringing with it a much-appreciated flow of cool air. I quickly dressed comfortably and made my way to the sitting room, where I ran into Mateo, packing up his electrical tools.
A big smile spread across his face as he caught sight of me, and he exclaimed, “The air-con is up and running.”
“Thanks! You are a lifesaver,” I acknowledged with a laugh. “I’d like to…” I began speaking as Mateo spoke.
“Umm, I just want to…” he began speaking when he was interrupted by Mr Mendez.
“Hello hello hello!” How’s everything going? Are you guys finished yet?” Mr Mendez’s voice boomed through the room as he entered. “Where’s Granite? Come, let’s check on things.” He said, leading Mateo away.
Two years have passed, and Mateo’s untold message continues to haunt me. Sitting on my sofa, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, a smile playing on my lips as I stared at the spot where the four contract workers had left their indelible mark.
Every week, like clockwork, over the following months, Mr Mendez would discreetly pass by my place for sexual encounters before my parents came home from work. Our relationship came to an end when he found out that I had previously been romantically involved with his daughter.
Am I gay, am I bi? I don’t know, one thing I know is that I enjoy sex!