The Painters

My parents were going to Europe and they'd decided to take the opportunity to get their house painted while they were away. So, they asked me to stay at their place and keep an eye on the painters. I didn't mind because I figured it would be quiet and I could just put my feet up and relax for a few days and let the painters work.

Came the day they were due to arrive, an ancient Camaro pulled into the drive. Out stepped two guys in their late 20's. One was about 6' tall probably, with long, rock-styled black hair. He was on the grungy side, in old jeans and a T but good looking if a little skinny. I did notice that he seemed to be really packing. There was something snaking down the right leg of those Levis. 

His partner was a shorter blond guy with a scruffy Van Dyke and equally scruffy clothes. He was compactly built with thick muscular legs and arms, not stocky but obviously well-built. He wasn't showing much, but there's always hope. He was sexy though, his walk and his eyes. Man did he have sexy eyes. Usually I'm not into blonds but this guy was a turn-on.

I waited inside the door until they rang the bell and I opened maybe just a second too quickly. I watched as the black haired guy flipped a roach over into the grass. The smell of weed blew right into the room. Now I knew why my dad had wanted someone here to keep an eye on these two. A couple of dopers and slackers.

"Hey," the black haired guy said, "we're here to paint the house"

"Great," I replied, "this is it. Go for it."

"Well," the blond said, " our boss is supposed to be bringing over the paint, equipment and ladders. He's not here yet, so we'll just hang out in the car till he gets here.

Yeah, I thought, hang out in the car and toke your brains out.

"Why don't you come in and wait here," I said. "I've got some coffee made and I just bought some Danish."

"Cool," mumbled the dark one. "I'm pretty hungry. That would be good before we get started."

They followed me in and back to the kitchen. As we walked I checked them out. Tall, dark and skinny was really handsome when you got up close. He had that sort of hostile attitude that straight guys assume if they think you might possibly be gay. Maybe the attitude just helped him seem more attractive. Of course, I checked out the Levis, and sure enough, there was a big one lurking there. Unfortunately, or maybe not, the guy caught me looking. 

I thought, "Shit, I'm clocked for sure. These two guys are going to beat me to death."

Instead, dark-hair just looked at me and smiled. Then he reached down and readjusted his package. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I think it was growing."

I turned to look away from him and caught blondy checking me out. Now, I've been around the block enough, even at 25 to know when I'm being checked out. Maybe I'd read these two wrong.

As we sat down at the table I asked them if they lived close by, and they told me they lived up the coast in one of those poor towns that progress has left behind. Both of them had live-in girlfriends, and the tall dark one had two kids. I learned their names were Jason and Sandy. Jason was the dark one and Sandy the blond.

They told me that their boss found them jobs all over the place and then took a cut of the money. They were left with enough to pay the rent on their trailers and not much more. Not much of a life, but they didn't seem too bothered by it.

As we drank coffee and chatted, Jason lit up a cigarette and leaned back his chair and stretched out his legs before him. There it was in plain view, and hard as a rock, his really big cock. I was just guessing at that point but it looked like it had to be an easy 8".

My mouth dropped open, especially when Jason caught my eye and just stared at me and then looked down at his pants snake. As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off it for too long.

Then, Sandy, stood up, stretched and even though he was wearing painter's pants that weren't tight, I could see an very nice mound of hardness. These boys were ready for it at 8 in the morning. Well, not to be outdone, so was I. My 7" was tenting my shorts and I knew that if I had stood up at that point, I would have creamed myself in an instant.

Sandy sauntered over to the coffee pot and filled his cup and then walked over and stood right in front of me. It was an impressive mound. It wasn't snaking down his leg like Jason's but I knew that it was going to be a nice piece of meat, probably short and thick, judging from his body build.

"You like that,don't you?" Jason said matter of factly and shoved his crotch right into my face. "Go ahead and lick it."

I went to work on the front of his pants, mouthing his cock. It was so hot I could feel it through the material. It was growing bigger by the minute.

"OK faggot, stop messing about and dig that cock out and get to work on it. We don't have all day and you're gonna have to take care of Jason too."

So, I reached up and took hold of his zipper and pulled it down. I
reached into his pants, slipped my fingers under the top of his jockeys and started to release the prize.

Then Jason shouted, "Oh shit! There's the boss. Wouldn't you fucking know it! Just when we're about to get some good head for the first time in a week and that prick shows up. Listen, don't mention this to him or you're gonna have some big trouble, understand? We need this work.

"Don't worry," I mumbled dejected, thwarted just at the moment of triumph, "just as long as I get a chance to take up where we left off later."

Jason laughed and rubbed his big cock through his jeans. "Don't worry about that, dude. You're gonna get all the chances we want over the next week."

Unfortunately, they had to head out to meet the boss. I watched as he gave them their marching orders and helped them unload their equipment. Then, he was off like a bat out of hell.

I'd sort of hoped the guys would come back in and we'd take up where we'd left off. Now, I was really hungry for some hot, hard dick.

But, they went right to work, setting up ladders, and preparing to scrape the clapboards. They'd set up the laddersjust outside the patio doors in the greatroom so I could see both of them up on the ladders and they could see me. Every so often, one or the other of them would stroke his cock to tease me.