Man About The House

So I reached down and rubbed my bulge through the black material of my trousers. I ran my palm across it, gently coaxing and caressing it.

I whispered, "I'd really appreciate it..."

He was staring at what I was doing to the outline of my cock, captivated by it. I moved my hand to one side and pushed my groin towards him, inviting him to take over.

He reached over towards me and then stopped with his fingers just a couple of centimetres away from my trousers. I looked up at his face and found that he was staring into my eyes, quizzically; even now doubting my motives.

I nodded my encouragement.

He completed the journey and his fingers found there way onto my cock. He kneaded it between them, playing his fingers over the thickened rod as if it were dough. His touch was bold and confident, his pressure firm, as he rubbed and squeezed its curved length.

I laughed, "You're gonna have to take it out... it's getting painful being cooped up in there..."

He smiled and reached for my zip.

He said, gently, "I'm guessing that this isn't the first time, Dr Wallace...?"

"Not exactly..."

"But you are generally straight?"

I smiled as he pulled down my zip. My cock was straining so hard against the material that he had a lot of difficulty getting the zip down.

I said, "I don't go in for labels. I'm generally me."

When he'd managed to get the zip all the way down and pulled my cock out, he held it gently inside the grey cotton of my briefs. It felt good to be released and it rapidly reached full size in his hand.

"But you generally go for girls, right?"

"If I did, would it turn you on?"

He stared into my eyes again. Then gave me some more of that smile. It never lost its impact.

"Yeah. I guess it would, actually."

He rubbed my cock through the material of my briefs, making long strokes to take in the entirety of its length.

I said, "Well, I kind of go through phases. Right now I'm happy with Melissa. But sometimes it's nice to have a change..."

He grinned and pulled the front of my briefs down, exposing my naked cock to the creosote-scented air of the shed. The red head of it looked shiny and wet, the light-bulb above us reflected in the moisture covering it.

He asked, "It's a big change. I mean, going from a girl to a guy..."

"I'm a man of rich and varied tastes."

He knelt down in front of me, as if in awe of my eight inch cock.

He said, "Do you go in for being sucked?"

I laughed. "And the rest!"

He laughed too and looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his showing warmth and affection.

Then he put his lips around the end of my cock, tasting the wetness of the slick red head and licking it gently with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of head and pulled him further onto it, forcing five or six inches of its length into his mouth. He made a few gagging motions but these rapidly subsided as his throat became used to the intrusion.

I said, "Suck it, Nathan," and he willingly complied, gently groaning in pleasure as he noisily worked his mouth along the length of my stem.

I kept holding his head, allowing him to withdraw so that only the head of my cock was inside him, but then pulling him towards me with each inward stroke, trying to force more of my cock into him each time he lunged forwards. He would occasionally gag and try to pull back, but I think he managed to get about seven inches into his mouth: a far better achievement than any girls who've obliged me.

His mouth felt fantastic: soft, warm and extremely wet, the taste of my precum seemed to make him salivate copiously. He was literally drooling on it, his dribbling lips open wide to accommodate the broad stem.

He reached up with his left hand and grabbed my arse through the material of my trousers. He gripped my right arse cheek and started squeezing it, working his fingers into the seat of my trousers, finding his way into my crack. If only girls would take the initiative so readily!

I looked down and noticed that his right hand was on the large bulge at the front of his grey trousers. He'd hitched his jacket up a bit to afford himself access, and was rubbing gently at the mound his cock was making just to the left of his fly.

He was getting turned on by sucking me off: the sight of that made my cock swell even further and stiffen to full-size in his mouth.

He pulled back from me, resisting my attempts to force him back onto my cock and removed his hand from my arse. He held my cock with it, still gently massaging his own bulge, just kneeling there, staring at it in his hand.

He looked up at me and grinned. His lips were wet with his spit and my precum. I felt so aroused to have just had my cock penetrating such a beautiful mouth.

He said, "You've got an amazing cock, Dr Wallace!"

I smiled back at him. "I think it would express the same sentiments about your mouth..."

His eyes turned to look back at my cock, throbbing in front of his face. A dribble of precum leaked from the puckered slit on the fat red head and he leaned forwards to hungrily lap it up.

Then, with both hands, he pulled the front of my trousers further down and released my balls from the confines of my briefs. They dangled over the top of my open zip, loose and heavy within my fuzzily-haired scrotum.

He grabbed my cock again, directed it upwards against the front of my shirt, and, to my surprise, lunged forwards to bury his face in the warm, wrinkled ball sac. He started licking at it, swirling his tongue around both of my balls, moving them around inside my scrotum with his tongue. His other hand returned to his own cock and started rubbing it again, his rhythm far quicker than before.

The sensation was a bit odd because it was unfamiliar: girls, and most guys for that matter, just aren't into balls. I'd heard other guys make jokes about ball-licking or scrotum-sucking but had always thought of it as something you might try, find a bit weird and then never return to.

But Nathan really loved it. He took one of my balls into his mouth, licking it and rolling it around with his tongue and then moved across to the other and did the same. I could feel his breath against the base of my cock, coming out in short rapid bursts. He was getting really excited by this, relishing the sensation of having the sources of my sperm, of my manhood, inside his mouth.

I liked it too, but more from the fact that he was getting so into it than from the physical feel of it. I pushed his hand away from my cock and started masturbating it, opening my legs and pushing my hips forwards slightly to drive my balls further into his face. I ground them into him and he groaned his appreciation.

He impatiently pulled my trousers and briefs further down my thighs and worked his tongue downwards, underneath my balls. He pushed it forwards between my thighs, working it into the sweaty hairy cleft and, with my free hand, I grabbed the back of his head, egging him on. As if encouraged, he started pushing it in, running it along the valley between my balls and my arsehole, licking it like he was feeding from it.

I buckled my knees and pushed my hips further towards him, allowing him access to my hole. My hand speeded up on my cock and I gripped it as hard as I could, masturbating it roughly. I loved the feel of his tongue between my legs; loved the anticipation of where it was headed.

But before it got there, as it was on the verge of reaching its prize, he pulled out and stood up.

He stood face-to-face with me, his expression serious.

I thought that he'd had second thoughts about what we were doing; that he was going to back out. I didn't know what to say.

But then he put his arms around me, pulling me forwards and towards him, and pressed the large hard mound at the front of his grey trousers into my cock.

Grinding it into me, he said, "I just had a thought: I didn't lock the front door."

I wanted him. I felt a desperate urge to have him lick my hole and then to turn him around and fuck his arse right here in the shed. I really needed it and everything else was irrelevant.

I get like that sometimes.

I snapped, "Fuck the door. No-one's gonna bother us."

"And what about your girlfriend?"

That stopped me in my tracks.

"Oh yeah."

He smiled. His mouth smelt slightly of my cock and of my arse-sweat. "Don't say you forget all about your girlfriend every time a cute-looking a guy comes along...?"

I smiled back. "And where's this cute-looking guy supposed to be?"

He giggled. "Like you don't find me cute... like you weren't checking out my arse when we were in the house..."

I kept smiling at him. 

Then I said, "It's not my fault if you've got a very fuckable arse, Mr Blackmore."

He looked pleased. "Well... if we go and lock the door, then maybe you'll have the opportunity to get better acquainted with it, Dr Wallace..."

That sounded like a pretty good offer. "Okay."

He leaned forward as if to kiss me, but I casually moved away like I hadn't realised.

As I pulled my trousers back up and zipped the fly, I noticed that the front of his jacket was wet with dribbles of my precum from where he'd been pressing himself against me.

I pointed at it and said, "That's gonna be a bugger to shift..."

He looked down at it and winced. "Oh shit. My mother's gonna go up the wall. I've only had this suit for a couple of weeks..."

As we left the shed and made our way back up the garden path in the near-darkness, I asked, "So you're still living with your folks, then?"

"Yeah. It's a bit of a pain. I'm supposed to be looking for something but prices are off the scale at the minute..."

His still living at home made me wonder how old he was. I'd assumed he was around my age - in his mid-twenties - but I realised he could easily be at least five years younger than that. He certainly looked very young; his face was fresh, his attitude almost boyish.

We walked through the kitchen and down the hallway to the front door. He opened it and we glanced out. I half-expected Melissa to be standing in the front garden, trying to call me on my mobile. To my relief, it looked like she still hadn't arrived, though: the road in front of the house was still empty except for my car.

I said, "I wonder where she is... I hope she's okay..."

I reached into my jacket and fished out my mobile phone. I can't have it switched on in the surgery and Melissa's always having a go at me for forgetting to turn it on to check for messages when I leave work.

While it warmed up, Nathan locked the front door. He said, "I bet she's coming at seven o'clock like it says on my appointments list. I bet she phoned into the office and they changed her time without changing yours."

Then he walked back down the hallway to the kitchen while I scrolled through my message list to see whether Melissa had sent one.

Sure enough, she'd sent a message that afternoon saying she had to work late and had changed our appointment to seven o'clock. Knowing her sense of time-keeping, that could mean she'd arrive anytime in the next three hours.

I went through to the kitchen and found Nathan in his shirtsleeves, dabbing at the front of his jacket which was lying outstretched on the draining board of the sink. He was partly bending over, inspecting the results of his efforts, and I walked up behind him and rubbed the bulge of my mostly-limp cock between the twin mounds of his arse.

I said, "You were right. She'll be at least another half hour... maybe a lot longer..."

I looked at him through the darkened window in front of us and saw his reflection grin. He looked up at the window and looked at me through it. He grinned more broadly and said, "Nice one."

I grinned back at him and continued rubbing myself against his arse cheeks. My cock was gradually coming back to life and he could no doubt feel it becoming more solid as it pressed into him. "You know, Mr Blackmore, your arse seems even more fuckable looking at it as you're bending over..."

He smiled his beautiful smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Makes me wanna pull the back of your trousers and ram my cock up there..."

He chuckled and faked a camp voice. "Oooh you've such a way with words, Dr Wallace."

I reached round his hips and felt the mound his cock and balls were making in the front of his trousers. His cock felt really good - large and thick - and I told him so.

He seemed puzzled, "You like guys' dicks?"

"Absolutely. All shapes, all sizes, but especially nice big ones like yours..."

He laughed as I kept stroking his developing bulge. He said, "Funny... I didn't quite see you as a cock man..."

"What sort of man did you see me as?"

He was a little hesitant. "I dunno... I guess a tits and pussy man... and in the absence of those... maybe an arse man..."

I laughed. "I'm an anything man."

His cock continued to develop inside the confines of his trousers and my own did the same, pressing insistently into his arse cleft. I gently rubbed the length of his rod, now feeling far more solid and becoming wonderfully thick, between my thumb and forefinger. I felt it stiffening further in response and squeezed it with more pressure through the dark grey material. He gasped quietly and then bent further forwards, pushing his arse more firmly into my cock and then grinding it against me.