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This follows on from the Divorce Party, I may make it a little series....we'll see.
"Tom!! Get up! It's ten o'clock already, the builders'll be here any minute. If you don't get in the shower now, you probably won't get one. They`re probably going to be turning the water off in the next hour"
Tom groaned and pushed himself up in bed; his bleary eyes found the clock on his bedside table as his mum stomped off down the corridor.
It was Monday morning and, for once, he didn't have to be in college. It had been a long Saturday shift at the takeaway, though it had ended very well, and he'd had a heavy session of day drinking on the Sunday. Today was about catching up on some sleep and a little bit of college work, or that had been the plan before the rude awakening.
Tom threw on a dressing gown, loped downstairs and found his mum speaking to the builders at the front door, it seems she was right about the timings. He quickly ran back upstairs and threw himself in the shower. As the hot soapy water flowed over him, Tom found himself appraising his body. His narrow frame, six pack just visible, light downy hair, and the impressive cock that hung between his thin legs, it wasn't bad but it wasn't what he found attractive in a man. He liked bigger, muscle or not, heavier, thicker set, older, hairy. He liked the types of guys he had met on Saturday night. The delivery and its events had been burned on his mind since, and as he played over the events again in his mind, Tom's cock began to plump and climb. The blood was flowing pleasantly in to his manhood and he found himself soaping it much more than it needed. Soon, all thoughts of the builders, soon to be shut off water, and the need for haste had left his mind. One hand moved over his hardened cock, now standing at a solid and pleasingly girthy 7 inches, whilst his other hand stroked the heavy low hanging balls that were suspended beneath. As his fist pumped up and down his thick rod, thoughts of Saturday night....thoughts of big cocks, straight men, and load after load of cum, ran through his head. Within moments, his pace had quickened, his glistening pink head pulsated and several large globs of cum spilled from his cock as a fantastic feeling of release spread from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers.
Tom shut off the water, pleased that he'd beaten the builders to it, and then wrapped a towel around himself. As he opened the door to cross the landing Tom cursed himself for not taking clean clothes in to the bathroom with him; one of the builders was knelt in the hall closely inspecting a radiator. Tom sucked up some courage, cleared his throat, and said "Sorry, can I just..." to the man, tailing off as the face turned to him.
The handsome, broad, face of Terry looked up quizzically from the floor, "Sorry fella, I...err...do I know you from somewhere?" Terry asked as he shuffled out of the way, a look of concentration on his face as he obviously tried to place the lithe young man in front of him.
Tom panicked slightly; Terry had seemed more than happy with the events of Saturday night...on Saturday...when he was still drunk. How he would feel now, in the cold light of day, was a different thing. Tom made up his mind, shrugged his shoulders, and just said "small town, probably seen me around" as he turned away and shuffled to his room, his face glowing. Terry followed his progress, still not able to place him, until the bedroom door shut and he could look no more.
Tom dried and dressed, a panic rising in him. He hadn't really thought of any consequences of Saturday, it was just something that happened, but all sorts of things ran through his mind now, his parents finding out, Terry sober and regretful telling people Tom had forced himself on them, or worse threatening him to make sure no one found out.
As Tom pulled on his socks and then his shoes, there was a knock at the door. "Yeah?" He called out, expecting his mum to reply.
"I just need to quickly check the radiator, done all the others, is it okay for me to come in?" It was Terry. Tom stood quickly, let the guy in and waved vaguely to the radiator under the window, looking anywhere but the large muscular gent in front of him. As Tom made to leave, his mum appeared, laden with laundry. "Good, you're still here" she said, "you can put this away for me" she carried on, putting the laundry basket firmly in his hands. Bypassing Tom, she carried on into the room, practically ignoring the builder on his knees. "I'll hang this on your chair" she called, bustling over to his desk, work uniform in hand, "you'll need it out for your shift tomorrow".
Tom's face suddenly burned, as it appeared Terry's interest had been peaked and he couldn't help glancing up at mum and son. Either this or the chair being so close to where he was working meant he could hardly avoid being a part of the conversation. As Terry's eyes rested on the garish pizza shop uniform, understanding dawned on his handsome face, eyes moving slowly between the yellow t-shirt and the red-faced young man. But he said nothing, did nothing, aside from grin and carry on working.
The day moved on, the builders came and went time and time again, dropping off truckloads of scaffolding and taking away old fixtures and fittings. For some reason Tom's parents were doing everything to the house at once, whilst living in it.
At around three pm Tom was back in his room, avoiding the builders like the plague, when there was a quiet knock and the door silently crept open. He looked up from his bed to see Terry's handsome face grinning round the door. "You didn't think I was drunk enough to forget about your little performance the other night, did you? Terry whispered, his voice smooth as silk. Tom didn't move, he didn't want to guess what was coming next but he had a feeling it wouldn't be bad. He lay on the bed and watched Terry approach him. The large man leant over, a hand on the younger man's back, and whispered "Don't worry, the only regret I have is that I didn't get a go on your arse..." in Tom's ear, so close that he felt Terry's hot breath on his skin, the large hand finding Tom's arse and giving it a firm squeeze.
Tom relaxed immediately, his cock hardening and a grin of relief spreading across his face. "Well, we could change that..." he suggested, some unknown confidence rising in him.
"I certainly hope so" Terry replied, his tongue moistening his thick lips. "You know Georgey-lad's here too...the big fella from Friday. Didn't get a change to tell him you're holed up in here though" he continued to whisper, his rough hand making its way under Tom's jeans and finding the soft smooth flesh beneath. "Him and the lads are on tip run, and I think your parents are out..."
Tom found Terry's eyes, "Yeah, weekly food shop" he said slowly, "usually takes them all afternoon" he continued as he rolled on to his back, looking up at the man standing over him.
As the thin and fair 19-year-old lay there, Terry reached down to his own belt. Slowly and purposefully, he pulled the beaten leather loose, his fingers found his zip, and then he was pushing his black worker trousers to his ankles. The middle-aged man stood there for a second, thick black cock straining against a pair of stained and sweaty Calvin Kleins, before Tom was off the bed.
Knelt beneath Terry, he reached up quickly, found the waist band and pulled deftly down. Before Tom's eyes, the girthy peace of meat bounced up and down in front of his face.
Terry was quite right, he hadn't had a piece of Tom the Saturday before, and Tom realised, as he looked at the beast of cock, that he hadn't even properly seen it without a hand around it. It looked huge, in front of him, wide and long, torpedo shaped, and with a juicy foreskin almost completely covering the head. Part of the bright pink head was visible under the foreskin, contrasting against the beautiful deep brown of the rest of Terry's cock and legs. Tom could barely contain himself. He rocked forward on his knees and was balls deep on the cock without a single gag. The salty, tangy taste of the unwashed cock filled his mouth, and the sweaty manly scent from the bush above it filled his nose. His hands found Terry's big bull balls, and he began to tug and massage them as his mouth deftly moved up and down the thick 9 inches, fucking his own face with the cock before him.
Terry was already groaning in lustful delight. His hands found the back of Tom's head and held the boy still; he was in charge here. Slowly, Terry began to rock his hips, small movements at first, teasing the boy with increasing lengths of his cock, until he built a rhythm. Within a few more strokes, Terry was fucking the full length of his hefty cock in and out of the young mans face, balls slapping on the boy's chin and drool spilling from his lips. No gag came from Tom, this was how he liked it, and as he continued to be used by the older man, his hands found his own jeans. He pushed them down as best he could, and furiously began wanking.
"Fuck yeah boy, you like that don't you" Terry was gruffly muttering above, eyes closed with the pleasure he was experiencing. "I wanna fuck you boy, you gonna let me?" He asked, as he opened his eyes and found Tom's gaze. Tom pulled himself of the cock, eager to feel it inside him properly, and, through ragged breathes, practically begged "Oh fuck yes, please, get it in me" whilst dragging himself to his feet, using Terry's muscular form as an anchor.
Terry leered at the boy, centimetres from his face, and then leaned in suddenly, his soft large lips finding the boy's spit-soaked mouth, tongue invading, and tasting his own cock on the teen's breath. Terry licked deeply at Tom's mouth, kissing him ferociously, before pulling out and quipping "I been telling the lads for years that they've been missing out on half the holes in the world, think you finally convinced them on Saturday" before spinning Tom round and bending him over the bed.
Tom felt his jeans being pulled off fully, two rough hands grabbing his arse and then the heavenly, warm softness of a tongue sloppily invading his hole. He practically jumped off the bed in pleasure, as Terry began to lap at the lad's hole, licking along his crack, spitting loudly and then feverishly tongue fucking him. As Terry took a breather, Tom felt the man's large fingers begin to invade his wet hole. "I don't like lube, boy, gonna get you lose with spit and fingers, that better be alright" the man said, as he began to pump two fingers in and out of Tom.
The younger man could barely speak, the two large fingers were pummelling his insides already, bouncing off his prostate, and the best he could manage was a loud groan of please.
The fingers quickly pulled out; Tom felt empty for a moment as he heard Terry stand behind him, before he felt a hard clap on his arse and Terry growled "that should fucking do".
Tom felt the thick cock head pressed against his hole, his knees in the mattress, Tom grabbed two fistfuls of duvet cover and braced, sure this would hurt at least a little. But he was surprised, Terry must be used to this. He was gently pushing the knot head against the boys pink ring, slowly allowing his body weight to increase and apply the pressure needed for it to "pop" right in to the young lads arse. Tom groaned loudly again, "fffuuuuuuucck" was all he could manage, as he felt the full length slowly follow.
Once Terry was in all the way, he stopped, allowing Tom to acclimatise to his size. Terry reached round and began to slowly wank Tom's own sizeable cock, gently beginning to move himself in and out.
Tom quickly grabbed Terry's hand to halt him, "just fuck me, if you wank me as well, I'll be done in seconds..."
"Have it your way then...." Terry said with a chuckle, bringing both his hands up to hold Tom by the hips.
With that, he began pumping at the boys insides, his cock driving all the way in and all the way out, allowing Tom to groan and moan over every inch of it. Tom was in heaven, head on the bed, arse in the air, sweat clinging to his body from the heat of the fucking, as the older mans sizeable balls slapped against him and the cock slammed in and out of him.
Tom's prostate was being pummelled, as above him Terry pistoned away. His pecs bounced and his solid trunk, that of a power lifter, moved rhythmically. As Terry kept the movement up, a stream of filth was leaving his lips, "you fucking like that don't you son.....you love a big thick cock up you....fucking made for this aren't you...little cock slut....you want a load in you...better fucking earn it boy....tight little fucker....need a group of lads to loosen you up". As Terry kept up the steady stream, all Tom could do was moan in reply, in fact he couldn't stop moaning if he wanted. He'd never been fucked like this, such a big cock, for so long, and so skilfully.
As he bathed in the filthy words from the builder above him, he felt that familiar intensity build in the pit of his stomach. His own hard cock had been bouncing around from the hard fucking, and he realised he could take no more, with a strangled gasp Tom called out "ARRRGGGHHHH YEAAAAH, fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
This made Terry rut even harder at the young lad and suddenly Tom's arse was clamping down on Terry's cock as his own shot wad after wad of cum on the bed beneath him. It was too much for Terry and he began to unload to. Tom felt the man's cock throb within him, pulsating as it shot ropes of cum in to the team.
"FUCK!" Yelled Terry, as he finished, pulling his quickly softening cock from the young lad. He slapped Tom on the arse, as they heard a door slam outside. Terry leant to the window, and looked down. A wicked grin crossed his features as Tom scrambled for clothes, thinking of his parents. "Not so quick lad, looks like it might be time for round two....George is back from the tip..." he finished with a wink to Tom.