This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people is purely coincidental. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. It it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. It includes unsafe sex practices 'coz it's just words on a screen; for reality, practice safe sex.
This is part one of an intended six-part series. Enjoy. Feedbacks appreciated. Thanks.
My father and Linda, my step-mother, had decided to install an in-ground pool in our backyard. In two days time, the backyard turned from the green shrubby enclave that it was into a wide open dirt land with a deep gaping hole in the middle. It amazed me how quick the backyard changed as I did not see the construction happening `coz I leave for school early and, with basketball practice, come home late. The third day of construction though, I was home early and I got to see the people working on our backyard.
I peeked through the kitchen window and saw three men pouring concrete on a mold that went around the sides of the hole on the ground. One of the guys had his t-shirt tucked away in his jeans' back pocket, his evenly-tanned body glistened with sweat. He wasn't tall, probably around 5' 8" tall but his impressive muscularity more than made up for his height. His chest was full, not in the least bit flabby, and it capped a column of ripped abs. His back was equally developed and with no fat to hide the defined muscles layers, it seemed to ripple with his every move. If I was to base his age solely on his physique, I would say the guy was probably in his late twenties. Seeing his face though, I would guess he was probably just 20 or maybe even 19 (which would make him just two years older than me).
I don't think they noticed me watching them as the sun was shining bright outside and I was standing fairly far from the windows. Good thing too for my pants started to tent at the sight of that shirtless guy.
I quickly went to the bathroom and shed my clothes off. I started jerking off in front of the mirror. I don't think I look bad at all. I mean, I'm pretty well toned. Kept myself fit and playing hoops helped a lot. But yes, I admit, I am not as ripped or as evenly tanned as pool boy. That solid chest of his and those abs!. That's what I focused on as I closed my eyes and started to really work my dick. I rubbed my hard six incher back and forth. Precum leaked out so I spread it all over my dick. With my other hand, I pinched and pulled on my nips. I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I pumped my dick faster and then I felt it - I reached the point of no return. As my dick spewed out its first gob, I felt the bathroom door swing open. I opened my eyes to see pool boy himself standing there, half naked and all sweaty.
In my shock, I just froze and stared, dick in hand and squirting all over the bathroom floor.
"What the fuck" he said as he quickly pulled the door close in front of him. Faintly, I heard the kitchen screen door shut too.
I sat on the toilet for a long time not knowing what to do. I was mortified to say the least. I eventually cleaned up and went to my room upstairs. I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid not to have locked the bathroom door. But it was habit for me not to. Usually, when I come home from school, my dad and Linda would not be home till early evening, giving me ample time and privacy to do whatever I want. Still I was careless.
"Hello, excuse me," someone shouted.
I went downstairs to see pool boy, who was now wearing his t-shirt, standing by the kitchen door.
"Dude, I'm really sorry busting into you like that. I should have knocked. I thought nobody was home. So... I'm really sorry."
"It's o.k." I murmured.
"So you're Matt, right?"
"Yes." I said looking puzzled.
"Linda's my aunt and she, well - she lent me keys to your house so we could use the bathroom. - didn't need to bring a porta-potty that way. She told me you don't come home till late though. My name's Paul by the way." He extended his arm to me.
I reached for his hand then realized what I was doing and pulled back.
"It's o.k. dude," he said, keeping his hand outstretched, "You did wash, right?"
"Yup," I smiled as I shook his hand.
"Listen, dude, I need to pee real bad, do you mind if I use your bathroom?"
"No, go ahead."
He gave me a pat on my shoulder as he made his way towards the bathroom.
Later that night, I couldn't help but think about Paul. He was such a cool dude that I felt even more embarrassed because of it. His demeanor quickly made me feel at ease even after such an awkward situation. It wasn't long though when my admiration turned into lust. I grabbed my once again hardening dick and shot off a load before going to sleep.
I pretended I was sick the next day and perfect timing too `coz that day only Paul showed up. He had on a pair of cutoffs and work boots and a clean white shirt. I watched him for a while from my window, curious as to where the others were. The thought that it was only him and me there excited me, though I don't know exactly why - it's not like I expected the day to be more climactic than me masturbating. In fact, if he sees me at it again I would definitely be labeled a perv. Still, I justified, just being able to talk to the guy again was cool enough.
"No school today?" Paul asked as I stepped out into the backyard.
"I," I didn't really think this out thoroughly, "I'm not feeling that well."
"Playing hooky huh?" he said without waiting for an answer. He gave me a wink. "Don't worry, dude, you're secret's safe with me."
"Hey, where are the others?"
"Oh, it's just me today. The cement has to set for a couple days. I'm here to clean up to get ready for the pavers.
"Can I help?" I said trying to keep the conversation going.
"I'm o.k., thanks, besides you're supposed to be sick remember?"
I smiled. "Just let me know if you need anything."
"Sure, thanks."
I went back inside and plopped myself in front of the living room TV. I wasn't paying it much attention `coz I was peeking out the window much of the time. Sure enough, as the day got warmer, Paul chucked his by now muddy shirt giving me, once again, the privilege of watching those well sculpted muscles flex without obstruction.
I was sixteen and had not had sex with anybody yet. I was aware early on that I admired guys' bodies more than I did girls but I haven't really admitted to myself that I was gay. The only `experience' I've ever had was with a bottle of lotion and free porn on the internet.
I guess, in an attempt to recreate the embarrassing yet strangely erotic feelings I had of being caught yesterday, I pulled down my pants and started stroking my dick right there in the living room. I kept an eye on Paul's every move in case he decides to come inside the house. (don't want to get caught again.) Soon enough, my dick was stiff and drooling. I actually had to stop stroking several times to prevent myself from cumming. Not just yet, I thought. Also, I wanted to heighten the experience even further and so I grabbed my dad's home laptop and started surfing porn sites.
It was while I was watching a video of two guys banging another guy's mouth and ass that I suddenly heard the kitchen door open. I heard Paul call out my name.
I snapped my web browser closed and grabbed a couch pillow to hide my stiffy. I was just in time too, Paul found me in the living room. The TV was still on.
"Hey, dude, I'm going to the deli to get lunch. Do you want anything?"
"Sure," I said, I really couldn't stand up (not without embarrassing myself). "Could you just get me a ham & cheese sandwich? I forgot where I put my wallet though," I lied, "could I pay you when you get back?"
I was thankful when he said it wasn't a problem. When he left, I quickly changed my precum-stained shorts. My dick brain got the better of me though and decided to not wear any underwear.
We sat by the kitchen table with him sitting across from me. I found it hard to look him straight in the eyes, fearing that he would see through me and know how much I lusted after him. I offered to pay for my sandwich then but he refused.
"It's the least I can do after barging in on you like that yesterday." He said. I felt myself fluster a bit but didn't say anything.
As we ate, we talked a little about my school and his work but mostly we talked about the many places his gone to. Turns out, he's an avid traveler. He has gone to so many places that it made me wonder how old he really is. I asked him. He said he was twenty-three, a lot older than I thought.. When the conversation lulled a bit he suddenly asked how often I jack-off. I didn't know what to say so I told the truth.
"Once a day" I said.
"Have you done it today?"
I shook my head.
"How about you, how often do you do it?"
He smiled.
"Don't need to -- not when I got willing bitches to take care of my needs. Once they get a feel of my tool they just can't have enough. I've got a big dick, you know."
I didn't but I guess now I know. Meanwhile, my dick started its throbbing journey to full mast -- thankfully, the kitchen table hid this from his view. It was all the more surprising then when Paul stood up, unbuttoned his shorts and scooped his dick and balls out of his skimpy black briefs. He let them hang over the waist band.
"See what I mean," he said.
They were flaccid but they probably measured six inches already. His dick head was cut and, I would say given the few dicks I've seen so far, has a vary long pointy helmet. I tried to imagine how they would look erect. He shook his waist band, jiggling his dick up and down a few times, before he tucked his package back inside his briefs. He bent down to pick up his shorts and when he stood up, he smirked at me.
"I can see someone is enjoying the show."
"Huh?"
"You're sporting a woody." I looked down on myself knowing the obvious. Without my underwear, I was as tented as a teepee.
"Are you gay?" he asked.
"No." I said, my head still down.
"You don't sound so sure?"
"I'm not" I said a little more firmly.
He walked around to my side of the table.
"You know, there's one way to be sure." He said.
Paul chucked his shorts and his briefs too. He started stroking his meat till it was standing on its own. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It not only grew another two inches but the width seem to be much more thicker.
"Why don't you suck my dick to find out. If you enjoy it then you know you're gay, if not then you're not."
"No, I don't think so. I'm not gay."
He didn't stop stroking his dick and I didn't stop staring at it. He would let it slap back up to his belly every once in a while and it just mesmerized me. He stepped closer to me. His dick was just a foot away from my face.
"I'm not asking you what you think. I'm telling you what you're going to do to find out. Now, get down on your on your knees and suck my dick."
I didn't move from my chair. He lifted me up by my shirt and threw me down to the floor. I was stunned. In that short a time, Paul's demeanor had changed from a easy-go-lucky dude to a domineering bully.
"I said `get down on your knees'".
I knelt in front of him, suddenly scared of his sudden rage.
"That's better. Now don't do anything that will make me beat the shit out of you, understand?"
I nodded for which I got a slap on my face.
"I'm sorry," he said very sarcastically, "I didn't hear your. What did you say."
"I understand."
"Good. Now open that mouth and start sucking."
I had to pull his dick down from his belly to get it inside my mouth. I slowly wrapped my lips around the shaft just beneath his dick head then started the in and out motion which I have seen so many times from porn. It felt strange for me to be actually doing it. His dick was salty and smelled quite musty.
"Yeah, that's it but keep those teeth under your lips."
I complied. He kept push himself further into me but I would always pull back. After several attempts, he decided to grab the back of my head and shove his dick all the way in. I gagged but he held me in place. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge.
"Breath through your nose, bitch"
I obeyed. There was really nothing I could do anyway. When he knew I had relaxed enough he started humping my mouth. This was the first time I`ve ever touched another guys hard-on, much less sucked on one.
"Yeah that's it Matt. You're a natural cocksucker."
Hearing my name for some reason made me realize what I was doing. I was sucking another guy's dick. I suddenly didn't want to. I pushed Paul away.
His dick slipped out of my mouth as he stumbled back a few steps. Before I could stand up though, he had me pinned down to the ground. He reached for my left arm and twisted it up behind me. I screeched in pain.
"listen bitch, you're going to suck my cock till I cum or else I'm going to snap your arm off. And then you would really need to stay home from school.
Got it?"
"O.k., o.k. I got it. I got it."
He put more pressure on my arm.
"Please Paul. No, that hurts. I'll do anything you say. Just don't hurt me please."
He let go off me and I just laid there crying.
"Kneel!" Paul said.
I slowly got myself back into position -. tears still rolling down my cheeks. I opened my mouth and just like before he grabs the back of my head and starts humping me again. This time he is much more aggressive and he is humping my face faster.
"Breaking you just makes me hornier, bitch"
He suddenly went into a frenetic pace and I know he was about to shoot. I just let the assault happen. Then he buried my face in his crotch. His pubic hair pressed right against my nose. I almost couldn't breath. His body twitched and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed. I swallowed everything. That was all that I could do.
...To be continued.