As I drove home from work one day several months ago, I noticed some men clearing rubbish and undergrowth from a derelict site at the end of my road.
The area had once been a small industrial estate, but the companies renting properties on it had moved away for one reason or another, and the whole place had become very run down. I spoke to one of my neighbours, who said she thought it had been taken over by the local council. She hoped it was going to be redeveloped because of the drug dealing that went on there. I agreed with her about something needing to be done to the area, but I had never seen any evidence of drugs there; it was just an eye-sore. A couple of days later, most of the rubbish, brambles and rubble had gone from around a small shed, and a notice appeared proclaiming that Steve and Joe's Car Valeting Service' would be opening there soon. Well, at least someone was putting the site to good use. A week later, the place was open for business. I thought I might as well try it out, as my car had got rather dirty in the winter rain. As I drove onto the site, a young man greeted me. "Hi, I'm Steve. Can we clean your car for you, sir?" My heart skipped a beat, for this gorgeous young guy with a broad smile was wearing very tight dark blue jeans and a thick parka jacket against the cold. "Hello, Steve," I replied. "Yes, please. A good wash is what it needs." "An exterior wash costs two pounds fifty, and vacuuming the inside is another one-fifty." "Just the wash, please. I haven't got a lot of time. Maybe next time..." "OK, give me twenty minutes. You can wait in the shed; it's a bit warmer in there." "Do you mind if I just stay here and watch?" "Feel free!" As he prepared the soapy water and adjusted the hosepipe, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was young, looked 16 but maybe a little older, and quite hunky really. His muscular thighs amply filled his jeans and a good-sized packet showed in front. He was clean shaven and his dark hair was cropped very short. There was a small scar or blemish near the back of his head where the hair didn't grow, but that seemed to be his only fault; otherwise he was perfect. He worked quickly but well, and every so often looked across to me and smiled. As he washed the final suds off, I asked him how he came to be doing this job. He told me that he and his school-mate Joe had found it very difficult to get a job when they left school--neither of them was very good at passing exams, it seemed--so they hit on this idea of getting some support from the local council and some other well-wishers to tidy up the derelict site and to get a car cleaning service off the ground. They hoped to make some money that way for themselves, and to repay a loan from one of Joe's uncles. I wished them both well, as he wiped the car dry, and gave him his money plus a tip. It was a pity I was in a hurry on that occasion, as I'd have spent all day ogling at beautiful young Steve. I wondered what Joe was like. I found out a week later. I had driven to Birmingham on business for most of the intervening days, and my car was sorely in need of Steve's attention. As I drove up, Steve was washing some woman's white Ford, but another young hunk, this one blond, came up to me and introduced himself as Joe. My legs wilted beneath me as I got out of the car, and asked Joe to give it the full treatment, inside as well as out. Steve saw me and called hi' in recognition. Well, to cut a long story short (and to get nearer to the bits you really want to read about!), I took my car to the lads every week for its wash and brush up. As the days got warmer, the two worked in fewer clothes. The thick jackets gave way to jerseys, and then to t-shirts; the dark jeans gave way to thinner ones, and then to shorts. By the time summer arrived, Steve had stripped down to some very skimpy white shorts, his trainers and nothing else. Joe wore a pair of blue Speedos. Of course, being young, they liked to lark about, turning the hose on each other when business was slack, or when I alone was around, for we had struck up quite a pally relationship by then. I'm sure they'd got my number, as I sometimes took the car to them even when I hadn't used it for a week and it was still spotless from last time. And I always stayed outside to watch them, and always tipped well. I mentioned Steve's white shorts. Well, they emphasized his ample cock so well, and his lovely round bum, that I couldn't keep my eyes off him. And when Joe playfully sprayed him with water, they turned almost transparent--just a thicker pouch at the front protected his vital parts! And from the rear it was obvious that he had nothing on underneath; indeed, it looked as if he was completely naked, so thin was the material. So I decided to take the plunge. "What time will you be through?" I asked them. "About six-thirty," Joe replied. Then he added, as if he knew what I had in mind, "Why, have you got something in mind for later?" "Maybe... Why not come over to my flat when you've finished. It's not far," and I gave them the address. "Come as you are!" I cheekily added. At twenty to seven, my doorbell rang, and I opened it to Steve in his tight white see-through shorts, and Joe in his light blue trunks, both carrying hold-alls. "We, umm, didn't exactly have time to get dried and changed," Steve stumblingly explained. "Hope you don't mind--you said to come as we were. Our clothes are in these bags." "Come on in lads," I invited. Joe followed Steve into the hall and I ushered them into my living room. I lustfully watched Joe's arse in his tight Speedos as he walked in front of me. I wanted to rip them off and bury my cock straight between his cheeks and up his cable crimper. My cock was as hard as Iron. I had been in a bit of a lather since inviting them over earlier. I could not believe my luck when they had agreed to come, and for the last couple of hours my stomach had been in turmoil with excitement. I had had a lovely wank thinking of the possibilites and I knew it would not take much to make me spurt again. "Like some tea lads?" I offered. "I could murder a beer," Joe said, with Steve agreeing with him. I went to the fridge and fetched 3 cans of Tetley's Old. The lads sat down next to each other on my couch and I sat opposite them in one of two matching armchairs. The hiss of gas was heard as we pulled the rings in unison. I zeroed in on Steve's crotch. He had let his legs flop open and I could just see a bit of scrotum up the leg of his shorts. I started to speak: "Er lads, I suppose you know why.....?" I was cut short by Steve's very direct reply. "You either want to fuck us or you want to see us fuck each other," he said gleefully. I had forgotten how the younger generation today could be so direct. I could hardly find the words to reply. A lovely feeling of warmth and expectation flooded my body on hearing this. "No worries man," Steve said, "we knew what you wanted almost as soon as we first saw you."
He took a long gulp of beer from his can then stood up. He pulled his shorts down to reveal a semi hard poker pointing out from a lovely black bush. He started to work his cock with his left hand and he was soon full on with his glans exposed. I did not need inviting. I stood up and walked over to him before dropping to my knees. I soon had my lips firmly squeezed around the barrel of his dick. His cock was delicious and I savoured it with a great lusting im my body. Very soon I had two cock-heads in my mouth as Joe's Speedos had slipped their moorings and his hard cock was soon side by side with Steve's in my gape. It was a little while since I had had such young cock in my mouth let alone two. I felt a churning deep in the root of my cock and soon the first packet of cum was on it's way up my piss pipe. My cock twitched heavily as I made the first deposit in my pants. I kept sucking on the boys' cocks, who must have sensed I was shooting, as almost simultaneously with moans and a weakening of the knees, Joe, then Steve milliseconds later, bucketed wave after wave of cum down my parched for boycum throat.
I had forgotten how much spunk a virile youmg man could pump, never mind two of them and I started to gag a little, so I had to finish them off with my right and left hands respectively in my face.
"Whhhhhooooooooeeeeeeeee, you sure now how to suck cock," shouted Steve at the top of his voice as the last twitches of their cocks subsided. I must have looked like an advert for pearl necklesses.
"Do you provide this service for all your carwash clients?" I asked, grinning. "Nope, you're the first," said Joe. "Wait a minute though," said Steve, "what if......?" He never finished as my hands were just starting to part his cheeks. I brought my right hand to the front and pushed my thumb up against his portal. Gently I pressed it home, his ring giving just enough to take it down to the bottom joint.
He hissed and said, "Mmmm that's good" and I felt his ring squeezing and relaxing on my thumb, possibly involuntarily.
I said "How da ya fancy something a tad bigger and possibly harder too, in there Steve?"
It was not long before Steve was face down on my sofa. I scooped some vaseline onto my fore-finger from a little pot on the sideboard. Joe held Steve's ass cheeks apart like a stable lad preparing a mare about to be covered by a stallion. I slid my forefinger in him up to the second knuckle. I turned my finger left and right like an auger. Steve moaned deeply as I caressed and rubbed his prostate. Joe complained he wanted some finger too, so very soon I had two butts facing me side by side and a finger up each of them. I joked, "I only have the one cock you know lads." Steve said, "Yes and I am having it first." "Fuck off," Joe said, "you had his mouth first, so I am having his cock first." "Settle down lads, I am sure we can resolve this amicably." "I know," I said. By this time they were both totally naked. God they had the loveliest bodies and I was about to fuck them too.
"Now let me see," I joked, as I let the end of my erect dick touch firstly Steve's pucker who was kneeling on the left and then Joe's on the right. "Which pucker needs it most urgently? Which shall I favour first? Which shall I fuck first?" "Me! Me! Me." they shouted in unison. I decided to grease up both holes and my cock too. "I will need to sample the goods before I make my mind up," I joked. I eased my cock end up Joe's anus first. His ring stretched to take me in. He let out a long gasp. "AAAAAAAggggggggghhhhhhhh, Jesus that is real good," he moaned. My intention was to fuck just a couple of strokes, then pull out and do the same to Steve, then rpt it all again for a few cycles. Unfotunately I was only in Joe for a second or two before I totally lost it. The grip of his pucker around my cock end was too much and I shot what felt like a gallon of spunk in him. I struggled to get my rythmn right for maximum enjoyment but I had overcooked it. It was still fucking good though. "Oh Joe that was the Mother of all fucks, your arse is beautiful." "What about my arse," Steve protested, "when do I get a top up?" "Oh in a minute or two Steve, my balls are all spent." "Well mine ain't," he shouted and before I knew it he pushed me forward and was nosing his cock at my ring-gear. It was a while since I had been ass-fucked, but Steve soon had his ungreased cock buried up my arse which fucking hurt. He was very rough and proceeded to, what I can only describe, as rape my arse.
It was fucking good though, as the base of his shaft and head pumped on my love nut. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he screamed as I felt his cock jerking deep within my bowels. He pulled out and collapsed in a heap on the floor facing skywards. "Man that was good he panted, you a virgin?" "No. Why?" "You are really, really, tight." "Oh that's probably because my arse does not get much cock." "That was great." Soon Joe was begging for a piece of my arse too. Very soon, he too, was pleasuring his young cock in my arse, only I made him grease up first. As he pumped hard, he panted and moaned out loud, as he worked towards his climax and I thought to myself this is more cock than I have had in years He clawed my back as he fucked me soundly, each fuck of his shaft sending wonderful feelings through my body as I heard the slap of his thighs hitting my cheeks. Soon he was shouting at the ceiling too as he reached his blistering orgasm. "Oh God" he said, "I've died and gone to heaven."
So was the start of a wonderful friendship. I continued to take my car to the boys for it's weekly wash and brush up and they came to me for their servicing needs. Cum they did too, only rather more than once a week!!
The End.
Ken.
May 2003.
Story and concept by Ken with help and encouragement from Graham.