BATHROOM REPAIRS by Thor and Rocco http://thorandrocco.wordpress.com/
This is Thor here.
Hi everyone!
I wanted to start this blog to share my most inner thoughts on sex.
I am a gay man and am just itching to get these nasty thoughts out of my mind and down on paper (well, the computer). So here we go.
We suddenly have cracks in our tile. So we need to have the bathroom torn up and redone.
I stayed home from work today to allow the workmen to do their thing.
So the boss, Tom (not his real name) shows up at 9:00 as promised. He explains to me what he is going to do. "we will first tear up the tiles, remove the toilet, sink and shower door. Then we can see where the leak is".
His 2 guys show up 5 minutes later, bringing in equipment. 1 guy is (most likely) early 40?s. Decent built, goatee, work boots, pretty tough, but not overly intimidating. His helper is a hot kid of 20(?). He is lean, built, shaved head and has the most fucking awesome blue eyes that stare through you.
I greet them both, as I start to get those funny thoughts in my head: [I would love to blow this kid, while the guy in charge is in the other room] But that shit is in my head – and never happens! (or so I thought).
The 40 something guy leaves for a while and says he will be back later and for the kid to finish gutting.
I have an idea.
I take my cell phone in my hand, walk into the master bedroom where he is working (on the master bathroom) and make sure he sees me holding it in my hand. "Hey man, how is it going? Can I get you some water or anything?" He looks up at me, sweat pouring down his sun-tanned forehead and says "na, i'm cool. Thanks". I tell him that if he needs anything that I will just be in the other room.
I walk around the corner where he can't see me anymore, but I know he can still hear me. I make off like I am now talking on my cell phone. I act like I am not aware that he can hear my conversation, since he is out of site, but I am only a few feet away near the entrance to the bedroom.
Me on the (fake call) "oh hi. yes, they are here gutting the bathroom. Yes, they are doing great work, blah, blah, blah..." I then act like I am whispering, like I don't want this kid to hear me, but I know he can still hear me since I am only a few feet away.
Me whispering on my fake call: `pst, yeah. This kid that is here now is so fucking hot. Yeah, no, he is definitly straight, but what I would give to blow him while his boss is out. No, I don't think so...Ya, no, not sure, blablab... I will see if I can get him to bite, but I don't know...No, I know he is straight...I won't even take out my dick, I just want him to let me blow him..no strings. I will chat him up again and see if he bites...i don't know..maybe if he kinda grabs is crotch a little, that would be a signal enough for me...ok, bye"
So I end my fake, whispering conversation knowing all well that he heard me, but I am pretending like I was whispering in private...yes, I am the foolish one.
So I try again..."hey man, how is it going?" (if he ignores me or just grunts, then I know it is a non-starter. ...but... "Cool man, how about you? are you off from work today?" He now stands up and I am facing him and he is staring me down with those fucking blue eyes. I keep up the small chat all the while staring eyes-to-eyes with him. He is kinda fiddling with his tools, almost a little nervous, since he most likely never has had this happen before (even with a girl).
He turns around, then around again and shows me the work he is doing in the shower stall. I figure I will make this easy for him.
He is standing up looking in the shower, showing me what he has gutted. I go into the shower next to him and, to get a better look, bend down on my knees. So now I am on my knees in front of him, while he is towering over me, showing me the gut work. I keep looking at his crotch, not stalker-like, but (a little) obvious. He finally makes a quick move like he is scratching his crotch or readjusting himself. He does it really quick, so I am not sure. I continue the bullshit small talk so I can continue to be on my knees in front of him while he happily stands over me.
Finally, he gets that I keep staring at his bulge and he kinda grabs himself. I look up at him, he looks down at me and I move my head up and down (saying YES, without using any words). He gets it, starts to undo his zipper and I stay there, kneeled down, with my mouth open, like a good, little cock-sucker. He now realizes that this is going to happen for real. (Side note: I am dripping pre-cum right now while typing this!) He takes his cock out. He has a smooth, cut, beautiful dick. I unbutton his pants so he can drop them and his underwear. I am making it clear that this won't be like a quick "blow job though the zipper thing like chicks he has been with" but a real, cock sucking, ball licking, bush inhaling experience like only a real gay dude can give.
I make him drop his pants and underwear so I can see his full package in all its glory. I touch it, I feel his balls which are so fucking smooth it almost make me cum in my shorts. His dick is wet at the pee slit. Left over piss? Pre-cum from the past 5 minutes? Who cares. I take his, now fully erect 6.5 (i estimate) dick in my mouth. I open my mouth so wide so that I can completely put it to the back of my tonsils before I close my mouth around it. I suck so gently that he just closes his eyes. He can't believe how good this feels from a guy. I look up at him, because I want him to look down at me. I want him to know that he is in control. He is the straight, construction dude with a girlfriend that is getting head from me, the faggot cocksucker, that is paying HIM for contruction work. I want his thoughts to be "I am so fucking hot, that even guys want to blow me. I have this guy here who recognizes my hotness, my big dig and my work belt. Hot dam, this guy SHOULD be blowing me, I am the fucking king here and like any good fag, he should be on his knees. I can't wait to blow a load down his throat."
Now that he is probably thinking this, I am fully prepared to play my part. I continue to suck, lick his balls, lick under his ball sack (which I know he has never had done, judging from his reaction), inhale his unkept bush and he starts to breath heavy.
I keep up my awesome technique of "slurp and jerk" using my hand and my mouth to keep him rock hard. He finally starts to talk..."Man, you keep this up and I'm gonna blow". I keep it up and he warns me again. I think he is saying this because, like with most girls, he could never blow a load in their mouth or on their face. He has never been with a real cocksucker.
I continue the assault on his dick until he gives his 3rd and final warning, "man, oh man, i'm gonna...i'm gonna.." and he starts to shoot-all the while I keep it deep in the back of my throat, as to not miss a drop. There was not a drop spilled or lost. I happily looked up at him and swallowed, making sure he saw me swallow. He says: "dude, that was fucking nuts!" I stand up, motion for a hi-five from him and said "you rock man, thanks!" I then offer him a water and he says sure.
He can't believe that I was thanking him.
His mind is now open a little more. He definitely loves pussy, but now knows what a good cocksucking experience is and soon will not forget it.