Day Labor
It was a hot, sunny Texas day, the kind that sweats it outa you early in the morning. I wanted to get my garage painted and knew it'd take some time working by myself. While I was at the paint store, I noticed a group of men on the corner across the street. Most were grown and wore professional painters' outfits stained with years of work. Some looked more like lost boys, anxious and very directly eyeballing me the second I got out of my car. I saw a couple that looked more like they would do about anything to get out of the heat, but went in and got my paint.
"So, what's the story with all the guys across the street?" I asked the salesman. He looked out the window at the milling crowd. "Shoot, they stand there everyday from about four in the morning, sometimes," he explained. "They'll scrape, or paint for about a day without a foreman (meaning he figured I'd need help), and then wander off." He winked broadly at me, "Some of em 'r so green they wouldn't know which end of the brush to hold in their hand. They'd be the cheapest but you'd have to train em, "he said winking again. I thanked him and loaded up my paint and brushes.
As I unlocked the car, I heard a throat clear behind me. I almost dropped the cans. Turning, I saw the youngest of the crowd had gotten brave enough to cross the street and see if I needed help. He wasn't very tall, but had a good build. His latino dark-fringed lashes made his eyes almost girlish, but he stuck out his chest. "Hey, man that's a lotta paint. You doin' something big?"
"Nah," I replied, taking in his broad body, good shoulders in a tight white strap tee that showed off his cinnamon skin, chest and arms. "Just gonna paint my garage, no real paint job." Immediately he moved closer, I could smell his tangy sweat. "Yeah, but you gonna scrape, right? You gotta get the old paint off first, dude."
Swallowing hard, I couldn't resist asking as he inched closer, "Well, how much do you charge?" I felt like I was closing with a hooker. "Oh, man, not much! I just need the bread bad, y'know? Maybe fifty dollars for all day? You won' have to feed me, I promise I know what I'm doin'!"
"Fifty dollars! I haven't got it, mano, or I'd hire you to paint the whole thing." I was worried cause now I really wanted to get him home. I guess he saw that, cause he fired right back, "OK, no sweat! I'll help you for five bucks an hour if you can let me work at least six hours, deal?" Well, thirty bucks was cheaper and about all I could manage, but I said, "OK, deal!" and he ran to jump into the other side of the jeep before I changed my mind.
On our way down the street, he leaned in very close with his hand stuck out. "Hey, I'm Frankie, my buds call me Paco." I took his hand, and instead of shaking he squeezed mine firmly and slowly. I nearly had a wreck. Amused, he slumped back in the air conditioning of the truck and sprawled, his eyes closed and hand dangling over his crotch which, despite the baggy white painters pants, showed some pretty big equipment curves.
We got home and unloaded the truck. He took the stuff into my back yard, which is surrounded by a twelve-foot privacy fence and filled with a nice garden of honeysuckle and banana trees. "Gee, man, this is a cool yard!" Paco's eyes narrowed appreciatively as he spoke, "Maaaan, you should get a hot tub! A yard this private, nobody'd see ya and you could just skinnydip and make love!" He turned to mixing the paint but I already had a huge hardon in my jeans just thinking of him, naked in the garden soaking in that hottub I was going out to buy right now...
"Hey!" his shout erupted in my daydream. "where you want me to start, dude?" I showed him to the remotest part of the backyard garage wall. Looking straight at me, he reached down to his waistline with both hands crossed and stripped his tee off his firm brown torso. The pecs were firm and round, hairless with little bullet nipples. I could swear they were already hard! Then he reached down to his fly, popping the first button, "Dude, it's too hot to work without airin' out, know what I mean?" He grinned as my eyes automatically moved across his smooth-skinned torso to the fine dark hair in the tan V of his fly. He moved his hand down across his hips and came up with a sweat-soaked hand.
I don't know how it happened but I stopped his hand in middair. He just kept smiling like he knew why I was taking his hand, turning it palm out and raising it to my lips, as I licked the mansweat off his fingers. "Dude! You need it bad, doncha?" He seemed genuinely pleased that he'd figured me out. "Me too! G'head, work it out, man, I like dudes who go for what they want."
With this permission, I popped the rest of his fly buttons with both hands, peeled down the jeans which held tight to his muscular butt but fell away around his thick muscular thighs to his Nikes. His manhood, his cock was like golden spear, all fat and tied to a nice brown small ballsac, surrounded in a sweaty moist halo of straight dark hair. I stroked his head with my hand and he grunted in a happy way as a gusher of clear pre-cum welled up over his dickhead. I slathered his whole dick with the slippery handful and then bent over to taste it.
He took both his hands and pushed me down to my knees as he pushed his bronze pole in past my tongue, enjoying it as I sucked down hard on the whole length in my throat. "Man! You sure know how to use your mouth, guy! That's fucking fantastic!" He kept pushing deeper into my gagging throat, then pulling almost out, letting me taste all the salty precum he was pumping out.
Meanwhile, with his encouragement I had opened my Levis and pulled out my own long prick to beat off with him. He kept encouraging me, pinching my tits gently then hard, then pulling my head down on his dick rhythmically, all the while chanting, "Yeah, yeah man suck that cock, my dick is so hot in your fuckin' mouth, yeah baby jack that long ol' dick off, man I wanna see you shoot a load, man!"
The horny litany of sex talk combined with his regular strokes and pushing his balls up under my lip while he fucked my face really sent me over the edge. I got a good volume of suction up on his head and when he pinched my left nip I squeezed and grunted and spewed out about a quart of hot cum all over his Nikes and the grass and my jeans.
"Dude! Love that cum, now suck me, suck all that juice outa my nut man, make me nut hard, gonna fuck that pretty mouth Deep, booy! Agggh, shit I'm cummin in your mouth, dude!, aggg!" and he practically lifted me by the lips on his cock off the yard while shooting in my mouth, letting me pull back and take it the face and lips and all down my front. He was still pumping out a load as I got a handful of it and reach up and he leaned down, putting his cock back in my mouth while he sucked and licked his own load outa my hand. I just leaked a load all over again across his Nikes.
Well, we cleaned up and got the paint job down with only one more trip down each others luscious dark love muscles. Then we drove to Home Depot and bought a hot tub. I've painted the house, too, and he needed a few friends to help out. Boy am I glad I bought that hot tub! And extra brushes!