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I made the decision last weekend, while standing on the deck of my cottage, the place where I had grown up. I looked down over the gardens that in my childhood grew vegetables and flowers, now overgrown with weeds and grass. I looked out at the trees which had bordered the backyard, now also overgrown and inching ever closer to the house. Vines crept up the walls, and the few bits of fence that were left were rotting and falling apart.
Now, I hadn't let it get to this stage myself. I'd only recently taken ownership of the cottage back this summer. My (good for nothing) brother had been `looking after it' for years now. I'd seen it occasionally in the past twenty years, but didn't realize how bad it had gotten. He'd decided that last winter he'd rather live in Australia. A week after he decided, he was gone. And I was left with the keys to this place and a storage locker full of his junk.
I mean, this was the house we had lived in when we were kids! I wanted so much to restore it to at least some of its former glory.
I could do some of the work, but I would need an extra set of hands or two. There was only one real landscaping company in town, and I'd had some bad experiences with them before when they tried to work on my office's yard. I knew there was a sizable student population (we were a university town), even in the summer, so there must be one or two students around looking for some easy work. I vowed that when I got back to town on Monday, I would see what I could dig up.
I wasn't even on the computer for five minutes before I found a board of students looking for work on the university website. I clicked through a few, but one in particular caught my eye. He said he was a music student who was looking for some extra cash to keep him going through school. Being a musician myself, I was drawn to this guy more than the others. Sure, the two football players might be a bit better at the grunt work, and for some reason they thought they had to post shirtless photos on the ad so we could see just how muscled they were (shame about their faces...), but if I could help a fellow musician, I would try to do that first.
I dialled the number that was at the bottom of the post, and waited a few rings.
"Hello?" A man answered on the other end, sounding sleepy. It was only 10am. I'd been up since 6am of course, but I could forgive a student for sleeping in during the summer.
"Hi, is this Matthew?" I asked.
"Oh yes, sorry." He cleared his throat. "This is Matt."
"Hi, I'm John, I saw your ad online that mentioned you were looking for some work..."
I briefly described what I needed, and he seemed eager to give me a hand with it. Turns out he worked nights at a cafe on the campus, so his weekends were totally free.
"Well, I could drive you out Saturday morning and back in Saturday evening if you'd like."
"Oh no that's fine Sir, I have wheels."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah it's fine."
"It will probably take more than the one day too, maybe even a few weekends."
"I'm free every Saturday and Sunday, so whatever you need is fine."
"I'd suggest staying overnight, there's plenty of room, but if you're not comfortable with that..."
"We'll see how it goes." He said with a chuckle.
"As for pay... what were you looking for?"
"Probably 15 bucks an hour or so, that's what I usually get for yard work."
"Sounds good to me, and if things go really well maybe I'll give you a bonus. Is there anything you would need?"
"Drinking water and tools."
"I have everything there now, and I can give you some food too."
"Sounds awesome sir." He said. "Thank you so much, things have been tight around here lately, wasn't sure how the next semester was going to go..."
"I'm more than glad to help Matthew, and I'll see you Saturday."
We had one more phone call Friday evening where we finalized the plans to meet up and I gave him the address. As soon as I hung up the phone, I drove out there to clean up a little. It was almost 45 minutes outside the city, and when I got there I realized I was more in the mood for a glass of wine and a book on the patio than I was for cleaning.
Still, I got the dirty clothes all in the hamper. I tidied up around the kitchen and den, and made sure to stash away the few porn DVDs I had laying around the den. He definitely wouldn't want to spend the night out here if he caught a glimpse of my daddy/son porn DVDs. I had no sexual designs on this, it was just to tidy up the place. Still, I might have to drop a load tonight so I wasn't high strung tomorrow. I left one of my favourite DVDs out, just in case.
Sure enough after an hour or so out on the patio, I ended up downstairs, putting the DVD on with one hand and undoing my belt with the other. An hour later I was emerging from the shower, and fell into bed, contented and looking forward to tomorrow.
I woke up the next morning and had another quick shower, as it was bloody hot out there at night and I was sweating despite being nude on top of my sheets. I threw on an old pair of denim shorts and a grey t-shirt, made some breakfast and went outside, waiting for Matthew to arrive.
The front yard was even worse than I had thought. The road leading down here was private, but you could barely see the house for all of the overgrowth. It crossed my mind that it might be too much work for the two of us, and I wondered if I should have just sucked it up and gone with the landscaping company. Well, too late now, Matthew would be here soon.
I was waiting for the sound of a car coming up the gravel road, so when I heard a small noise behind me I almost jumped. I turned around and there was a young man on a bike coming down the road. My heart was pounding in my chest, both from fright and from sudden curiosity. The boy coming down the road was incredibly handsome!
He had long brown hair, swept back away from his face with a white bandana. I loved a boy with long hair. His eyes were hidden by a pair of dark glasses, but a fine stubble coated his jaw line, with a small patch of beard just under his lips. He was shirtless, and I couldn't see an ounce of fat on his well toned, hairy body. He was quite tall from what I could tell, and looked boyish up close, despite the hairy torso and beard. He wore a pair of baggy brown cargo shorts and white sneakers, and had a white tank top was tucked into the back of his shorts. A white waistband poked out over the top of his shorts a little, with red cotton underneath, I assumed boxer-briefs.
"Hi there, John I presume?" The handsome young man said, brining his bike to a stop.
"Matthew?" I asked, a little stunned.
"Yes sir." He dismounted carefully, as he had a rather large backpack strung over his shoulders, and came up to shake my hand. "Good to finally meet you!"
"Same to you." I shook his hand vigorously. He had a firm grip.
"This is a nice place you have out here!" He used a hand to shelter his eyes, looking over the house. "Did you say that you grow up out here?"
He grabbed his water bottle from the bike, and as I showed him around the grounds, I told him the story of the place. He seemed to be just as disgusted as I was with how my brother had let it get into such a state.
"I swear, if I had a place like this I'd be out here all the time." He sighed as he saw the overgrown gardens in the backyard. "And it would never get even a tenth as bad as this."
"I'm glad you feel that way Matthew, I was worried that I was going to get someone who didn't care so much about the property, just the money."
"Well I was worried I was going to get some out of towner who wanted his place cleaned up so he could sell it off." He grinned. "So I guess this works out for both of us."
"I guess it does." I smiled. "The shed with all the tools is just over here." I brought him around to the far side of the house. It was a pretty big shed, one of the few good things my brother had installed, even though I had to buy all of the tools for it.
"How far back does this go?" He asked, gesturing at the forest.
"My property goes for a few miles, there's a small lake in there and some paths."
"Nice! Maybe I'll go for a swim to cool off afterwards." He laughed.
"Heh, maybe." I said, despite not having even seen the lake in years. It could be in the same state as the house. "Why don't we get your stuff inside and then we can get started?"
"Sounds good!" He said jovially, following me back to his bike. We retrieved his backpack and I led him inside.
"Oh wow..." He whispered as I led him inside. The interior was wood panels down the main hallway, which branched off into the sitting room on one side, the dining room on the other and the kitchen and a bathroom at the end of the hall. A set of stairs led down to the den and laundry rooms, and another set led upstairs to the bedrooms.
He marvelled at the old pictures up along the walls, as well as the antique furniture in the sitting room. "This place must be worth millions." He said, stroking the wooden back of an old chair.
"I wouldn't go that far." I chuckled. "And the downstairs is all new stuff, my modern corner of the house. I tried to keep the upstairs and main floor as close to before as I could. Except the appliances of course." I said, gesturing towards the kitchen where I had new, stainless steel appliances.
"It's great, I can see why you want to get this place back to normal." He stroked the keys of an old upright piano I had in the sitting room.
"Do you play at all?"
"On my electric keyboard in my apartment." He laughed. "Nothing like this."
"Go ahead, give it a shot."
"I couldn't..." He said half-heartedly. I could tell from his eyes he wanted to.
"Go ahead, it's alright." I smiled.
"Maybe a bit." He sat down at the bench and stretched his hands out over the keys, playing a soft, almost mournful ballad. After a few bars, he started to hum a melody alongside it, one that made it seem less mournful and somehow hopeful.
"Wow Matthew, that's beautiful." I said, coming up beside him. He was still shirtless, and I could smell him at this range, musky and delicious. "I don't recognize it though."
"It's an original." He chuckled. "Haven't come up with a name yet, or lyrics. But it's almost there."
"That's fantastic!" I exclaimed.
"It's alright..."
"No really, you have a talent."
He blushed a little as I complimented him. "Thanks." He said uneasily. "But we should get started out there." He stood up quickly.
"Well, you can drop your bag up in the guest room." I showed him up there quickly, and soon we were outside in the garden.
"For now, I just want these gardens completely cleared. Next spring I'm going to replant them all, but for now I just want them emptied." I said, showing him around the backyard. "Anything too big to just throw in the garbage bags we can toss into the woods."
"Anything at all you want to save?"
"No, this is all stuff my brother put here anyway. Anything from my childhood is long gone."
"Shame." He said softly, kicking his shovel into the garden to unearth some old rosebushes. In a few minutes he had the first one dug up, and he tossed it aside onto the lawn.
"So what made you get into music?" I asked, digging beside him.
"My parent's record collection." He said. "They had everything in there. My father loved rock and roll, my mother loved classical."
"Very nice, and which way did you lean?"
"I loved both. My favourites were the combinations though. Rock albums with an orchestra backing them up, symphonies with guitar solos in the middle of them." He pulled the shirt from the back of his shorts and wiped his face. "That's really what I'm hoping to get into after I'm done at school. Art rock, blurring genres, that sort of thing."
"Wow, sounds like you've got it all planned out. Have you been recording anything?"
"Just little demos and stuff with friends here and there. Nothing like what I want to do though. It's tough to book an orchestra when you're a university student."
"What about computers? Synthesizers?"
"It can get me to about 80% of the sound I want but it's still far from perfect. Do you play anything?" He asked, tossing another bush aside.
"Guitar, piano, mandolin, anything I can get my hands on really. Started out when I was a kid and the church needed an organist really. I picked it up from the old lady who was playing, and when she passed away I took over."
"Nice, always good to meet a fellow musician." He smiled.
"Well, truth be told that's why I called you first. I saw you were a music student."
"Glad that helped me out." He chuckled.
I paused and wiped my brow with the bottom of my t-shirt. "God it's hot out."
"Why don't you take your shirt off?" He suggested.
I looked down at my body, a bit larger and rounded than it had been in my youth. "No, nobody needs to see that." I joked.
"Oh come on, it's just us out here. Nothing I haven't seen before." He kicked the shovel into the dirt again. "If you want to melt, that's okay with me." He smiled at me over his shoulder.
"You've got a point." I mumbled, pulling my shirt over my head.
"See, isn't that better?"
"A little." I agreed. His eyes flickered over my chest and arms, still well muscled, and my bit of a beer gut, all covered in thick grey fur, then back to his work on the ground. "So that song you played me earlier, what is it about?"
"The first time I was in love." He said quietly.
"Didn't sound very happy."
"It didn't end well." He laughed.
"Ah. What was her name?" I asked.
He paused. "It's a long story." His voice sounded like he didn't want to discuss the matter any further.
"Maybe some other time." I said.
"Once I get the lyrics written. And a name for it." He chuckled.
A few hours later and we had most of the gardens cleared out, fresh earth overturned in the empty beds. Bags of weeds and grass lay beside them on the lawn, along with the uprooted bushes and small trees. "Well, that went much more easily than I had expected." I wiped my face with my shirt again, seeing the sweat gleam on my chest.
"Yeah, it looks better already." He too wiped his face, then dragged his white undershirt down his chest, also wet with sweat. "I was hoping it would be almost cool today, but I guess not."
"No, it's a day made for the lake, not for yard work." I agreed. "Too bad we have so much more to do." I looked at the lawn, in desperate need of mowing and perhaps a good weeding, then to the trees and vines everywhere.
"Well, no point in lazing around. Why don't we refill our water and then keep at it?" He suggested, taking the last few drops from his water bottle.
"Sounds good." I said, taking his bottle.
"I'll get started on the lawn." He called, already heading to the shed. He had a good work ethic at least. I had been a little afraid that I was going to get someone lazy, but Matthew seemed just the opposite. When I got back outside he already had the lawnmower out of the shed and was tackling the backyard. It was pretty level, so it wasn't a hard mowing job, it was just big.
"I'm going to tackle some of those vines while you do that." I handed him his bottle.
"You don't have to man." He said. "You can go relax inside while I do all this stuff."
"I'd feel guilty." I said.
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Well, if you need a hand with anything let me know." He said, moving on to the rest of the lawn. I tried not to stare at his bared back as he walked away, but I couldn't help it. I bet that if I undid the cloth belt that held those baggy shorts up, they would slide right down to the ground.
It was past 6 when he was finally done the backyard, and I was starving.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked as he was packing away the lawnmower.
"A little, I had a sandwich while you were up on the ladder clearing those vines."
"I didn't even notice."
"No you were pretty into it up there." He smiled at me, god it was a great smile.
"So do you think you'll stick around tonight? Or just meet me back here tomorrow?"
He considered it for a moment. "If you wouldn't mind me staying, I'd love to."
"That's fine with me son. I'm going to go get some supper ready I think."
"Do you mind if I grab a shower beforehand?"
"Not at all. I could probably use one myself. There's one downstairs you can use." I said as we headed in through the back door to the kitchen. "Down the hall, first door on the left."
"Big room with the toilet?" He grinned, kicking off his sneakers.
"Yeah." I chuckled.
"I'll just run upstairs and grab some clothes." He paused at the stairs. "What's the dress code for this evening?"
"Comfortable?" I suggested.
"Do I need a shirt or anything?"
"Not if you don't want to."
"I'd go naked if I could." He laughed. "I tend not to wear a lot of clothes if I don't have to."
"Not that comfortable." I rolled my eyes a little. God, I don't think I'd be able to control myself if he were here and naked.
"Gotcha." He said, bounding up the stairs. He came back down with a bundle of clothes in his hand as I was scoping out the fridge, trying to decide what to get for dinner.
"Oh you probably want a towel. There are none down there."
"Might help." He smirked playfully.
"I'll grab you one, just a second." I went upstairs to the linen closet, then came back to the kitchen. He must have already been downstairs, so I went down to the bathroom. "Here you go." I said, swinging the door open.
Matthew stood with his back to me, wearing nothing but his underwear, a pair of very small red briefs, not the boxer briefs I had assumed earlier. The bottom of his muscular ass cheeks poked out of them, and a small bit of them was tucked up between his cheeks. My head swam as he bent over to place his belt on the ground on his discarded shorts.
"Oh hey." He turned around and I quickly recovered my senses. He seemed completely relaxed with having me there while he was practically nude. "Thanks man." He took the towel from me with a smile.
"If you need anything else, let me know." I said, trying not to notice the bulge in the red cotton, accentuated by the white y-front and waistband.
"I should be good from here." He turned back to the shower, throwing the curtain aside. I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me, praying my cock wouldn't get fully hard. It was useless though, by the time I was back in the kitchen I was fully hard in my shorts.
I threw a frozen pizza into the oven, and when I heard the water shut off downstairs, I went back down and stood outside the door. "There's a pizza in the oven Matthew, I'm just going to grab a shower upstairs."
"Sounds good!" He called through the door.
I hurried upstairs, tossing my shorts aside once I was in my room. I had a door installed between the master bedroom and the bathroom upstairs earlier that year, so I went right on through. The door to the hallway was locked and closed as usual. I sighed as I turned the water on, stepping out of my black boxer briefs and getting in the warm water.
My cock was still on edge, and I was soaping it up it started to grow again. I resisted the urge to jack off though, not wanting to take too long up here. What if Matthew grew concerned and came upstairs? He'd catch me jerking off in the shower. That was an interesting thought...
"No!" I grunted under my breath, letting go of my cock. I finished my shower and quickly dried off, heading into my room to get some clothes. I heard Matthew puttering around in the kitchen, and wondered just how comfortable' he was. He seemed pretty comfortable standing there in a tiny pair of briefs, what if that was all he was wearing down there? I opened my underwear drawer, deciding to go for a pair of black satin boxers, with a pair of black pyjama pants over them. I felt a little weird wearing one of my sexy' pairs of boxers, but I was in a naughty mood that night.
I opted to skip the shirt, as Matthew had suggested earlier, assuming he would do the same thing. When I got to the kitchen, my thoughts were right. Matthew was shirtless, with a pair of black, blue and white plaid pyjamas on. A black elastic waistband was attached to them, but no underwear was visible poking out over them. I was a little saddened at that, but also had to wonder if he was even wearing anything underneath of them. He was bent over the stove when I got there, pulling the pizza out of the oven.
"Hey, how was your shower?" He asked, standing up. His bandana was gone and his long hair hung down over his ears, curling around his neck. I wanted to brush it aside and nibble at his neck. I shivered with the thought. It was also a pleasure to see his eyes freely now, rather than hidden by his sunglasses.
"It was pretty good. Worked out a bit of the soreness." I cracked my neck, reminding myself that I would be even more sore tomorrow.
"I hear that. Going to be a little sore come Monday." He smiled. Oh to be young again. "Good choice on the pizza. I could use a little grease after that."
"My thoughts exactly." I said, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Want one?"
"Sure." I grabbed a second bottle, and we sat down at the table.
"So where are all your instruments?" He asked.
"Oh, they're at my condo in the city."
"You should have some out here. What if you get the urge to play?"
I'd had an urge to `play' since I saw his sweaty torso riding up the street. "Well I've got the piano out there, that tides me over."
"Was your first instrument, right?"
"Pianos and organs, yeah."
"You always remember your first." He said wistfully.
"What was yours?"
"Guitar. An old acoustic of my father's. He'd bought it years ago and never really learned how to play it. I taught myself with stuff I read online."
"Wow, self taught?"
"Well, as much as I could. Eventually they got my lessons for it. And I picked up a bass guitar, and a mandolin. I started playing the piano my mother had in the living room. They were really impressed with it, right up until I said I wanted to pursue music as a career." His voice got sour at the end of that.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Dad was an entrepreneur with his own business. Mom was a doctor. So they assumed I would be following their footsteps. A stiff collared, upper class job. I was going to be a lawyer or a doctor. Or take over the family business. No son of theirs was going to be professional musician." He raised his nose in the air and affected a snobbish accent for the last part.
"So how did you end up here at the university?"
"My grandmother was the only one who saw past their crap. She's been paying my rent while I was here, and helping where she could with the tuition."
"That's pretty good of her."
"Yeah, it was supposed to be my inheritance but she'd rather see me get to enjoy it while she's still around." He blushed again. It was cute, seeing this seemingly masculine kid getting a little flustered. "I have to cover most of the tuition, hence why I'm working at a cafe and working odd jobs here and there."
"How is the cafe?"
"It's alright. Mostly just pouring coffee, though they let me perform at their open mic nights sometimes."
"I'd love to come in and see it when you're performing next." I grinned at him. "After that private show earlier I'm curious to see more." My mind flickered back to the `private show' he'd given me downstairs in the bathroom, and how much I would have loved to have seen more of that!
"I'll let you know when the next one is." He smiled as he pulled another piece of pizza free. "And if I have another beer or two, maybe I'll give you another show later on."
"Well drink up then son!" We both laughed.
"So what do you do?" He asked me.
"Nothing exciting sadly. I run the I.T. department at a local law firm."
"You're a computer geek?" He chuckled.
"Extraordinaire."
"You didn't strike me as the type."
"Why not?"
"Dunno, maybe seeing you out here surrounded by nature and digging through dirt, sweaty and dirty, doesn't add up to computer guy." He finished off his beer. "Maybe if I saw you all done up in a suit and tie in an office it would be different."
"I don't remember the last time I got that dressed up for work." I laughed.
"Well I've barely even seen you with a shirt on, I don't think they'd let you go like that to the office." He said, getting up. "Mind if I grab another beer?"
"Help yourself. And I wish they'd let me go like this to the office."
"Might be a distraction for the women there." He said. "A hunk swaggering around the office with barely any clothes on."
"A hunk?" I almost spit out my pizza. "You're a funny kid."
"Give yourself some credit." He admonished me, apparently in all seriousness.
"They'd be more apt to go for one of the musclebound building maintenance men. Or one of the rich old lawyers."
"You never know. A lot of people would find you rather handsome."
It's true, a lot of people did seem to. Young guys looking for a sugar daddy. Married guys looking for a fling on the side. Men older than me and in much worse shape. Never a nice, normal guy. "I'll take your word for it." I scoffed. "What about you? Anyone special?"
"No one at the moment."
"See, I would have thought you would be the one fighting off the women."
"No, I don't have the time or energy for that sort of thing right now. Especially after..." He trailed off. "Just not in the mood these days. Would rather wait till I'm done school and have my life together."
"Probably a good plan. I know a lot of my friends got married around your age and regretted it."
"What about you? Never been married?"
"Once. A long time ago."
"Didn't work out?"
I barked out a mirthless laugh. "I thought it had for a while, but things just felt apart after a few years. She cheated on me, I cheated on her, it was just bad." I got up and grabbed myself another beer.
"I know that feeling."
"That what that song of yours is about?" I asked.
"Almost." He smiled a little. "It turned out in the end that I was the one they were cheating with."
"Oh no. How long did it go on for?"
"Almost a year."
"And you had no idea?"
"None."
"Wow. That must have been rough."
"It inspired a lot of music." He laughed.
"Well some good came out of it then."
He ate the last piece of his slice of pizza, and leaned back in the chair. "That was good, thanks a lot man."
"No problem son. Thank you for all your help today."
"It was a good workout and a fun time. This is a great place you have here. I'm... proud to be here helping you with it." He grinned.
"So what do we do with the rest of the evening?" I asked.
"What do you usually do for fun out here?"
Jack off. Look at the stars. Watch TV. "Usually go for a hike or something."
"Are there trails and stuff?"
"A few. We should have another few hours of sunlight if you want to go out. I could show you the rest of the property. And the lake."
"That would be great!" He exclaimed. "I should probably change out of my pyjamas if we're doing that."
"Yeah me too."
"Or we could do it in the morning. Maybe even take a dip?"
"We could do that I suppose. I am pretty comfortable now."
"And we've had a few beers, probably best we don't go tramping through the woods at night." He chuckled to himself.
"We could just play cards by the fire."
"Fire?"
"Oh yeah, there's a fireplace downstairs in the den." I said, standing up.
"It's a little warm for a fire, but I wouldn't say no." He got up to follow me.
"Grab us another round, and come downstairs." I went down and grabbed a few of the logs for the fire, as well as a starter log. Matthew came down as I was lighting them up.
"Wow. It really is nice down here too. All I saw was the shower."
"Yeah, it's not quite as old fashioned as the rest of the house." I gestured at the large TV on one wall, and the couch and recliners. "But it's still pretty nice." There was a table near the fireplace, where my deck of cards was already out. Matthew took a seat on one side, and I turned off the lights before sitting down opposite him.
"Cribbage?" He asked, looking at the board on the end of the table.
"Sounds good."
"I was going to suggest strip poker, but figured it would end up being a quick game." He smiled across the table at me, his face even more handsome in the flickering firelight.
"We could go put some more clothes on." I smiled back.
"And sit by the fire? I don't think so. I'd be throwing away good hands just to get out my clothes faster."
We spent a good hour just playing cards, making small talk about some of our favourite musicians and albums. He had a pretty good knowledge of classic rock, especially when it came to the more artistic and out there stuff. He also had a few more beers, and while he was far from drunk, he was definitely in a good mood.
He didn't even seem to realize how handsome he was. His hand would reach up and scratch the back of his head, showcasing his muscled arms, hairy pits and long hair all at once. It was a tantalizing show, especially with the firelight hitting him from the side. It made every muscle and hair on his body stand out.
As I got up to get another beer for us, I must have limped a little or something. "Are you okay?" Matthew asked.
"Yeah, just my feet are a little sore from working all day. Used to sitting at the office, you know?"
There was a momentary pause. "Well, I've taken a few massage courses. Want a foot rub?"
"Once I get another beer." I agreed, heading upstairs. As soon as I got up there, I wished I hadn't. I mean, I didn't have a foot fetish or anything like that, so it wouldn't be intensely arousing. It was just a whole other level of contact for a boy I'd just met that morning. As comfortable as we seemed to be around each other, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep myself under control. As long as it stayed with just the feet...
I felt trepidation roiling through my stomach as I got back downstairs. Matthew had abandoned the card table and was sitting on the couch. The couch had its back to the fireplace, so the light was even dimmer over there.
"Come lay down." He said, standing up. I headed in that direction, taking a swig of my beer for courage as I did. I laid down on the couch with my hands behind my head, and watched as Matthew knelt down on the floor by my feet. "I hope you don't find this weird." He said. "I used to do it for my father all the time, and my ex."
"Oh no, not at all." I lied, feeling his hands start to manipulate my feet. Oh god, he was good at this.
"Guess I'm doing a good job." He said after a few minutes. I realized with a touch of embarrassment that I had actually groaned out loud with pleasure.
"You could make a lot of money doing this." I chuckled.
"I wish." His hands slid a little up my pant legs, rubbing my ankles and legs. I felt a pang of alarm as his hands traced up my hairy legs.
"Let me know if I'm going too far." He said quietly.
"I will."
His hands moved back to my feet, alternately pressing deep into my feet and sliding gingerly over my toes. "So you're a size 11 or so?" He asked.
"How'd you know?"
"I can just tell." He might have been blushing, I couldn't tell in the light.
"But yeah, a size 11." I sighed, letting him work out the rest of the soreness in my feet.
"Big feet." He chuckled. "You know what they say about guys with big feet."
"And it's usually true."
"I bet." He smiled, his eyes glued to my feet. Looking back, I should have realized there was an undertone running through this whole evening, but I was a little stunned when it came to things like this apparently.
"What about you?" I asked.
"It's about average sized." He blurted out.
"What?"
"You meant my feet, didn't you?" His hands paused and he blinked, definitely blushing now. "They're a size 8."
"Wow. Guess we are getting comfortable tonight." I laughed. He seemed uncomfortable, so I tried to assuage his fears. "Don't worry son, we've had a few beers and really, I told you about mine first."
"Yeah I know." He was still massaging my feet, and although he seemed to be less freaked out, he was still not looking at my face. I decided to just close my eyes and enjoy myself.
"How long were you planning to do this?" I asked.
"As long as you wanted me to sir."
"I'll let you know." I said with a yawn. With my eyes closed, the warm basement, the waves of pleasure coming from my feet, I probably could have fallen asleep. His hands moved up my legs again, then back down to my feet. I must have dozed off for a moment or two, because I felt a sudden wave of wetness on my foot. And I heard a groan from down there.
I kept still as I realized what was happening. Matthew had my toes in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my big toe as if he was giving it a blowjob. Now, like I had said before, I didn't have a foot fetish. But somehow this boy worshipping my feet was driving me insane with lust. My cock started to perk up before I even dared to open my eyes.
Another moan as his tongue traced down the bottom of my foot, then back up, licking in between my toes. I bit my lip to keep from groaning myself as he moved to my other foot. I peeked through one eye and saw him down there, thankfully his eyes were closed. In the dim firelight he looked to be in heaven, eagerly licking and sucking at my bared feet. I quickly shut my eye as he leaned back to look at them, now wet with his spit. I felt his hands move up my pant legs again, his fingers practically clawing at my legs.
My pyjama pants were tented up now, and I felt a finger tentatively tracing up and down the bulge. "Holy fuck." I heard Matthew whisper. It was almost ten inches when fully hard, and it was going to be there in a matter of moments. I could feel it straining against the silky boxers I was wearing, which was only making it harder.
I felt something else pressing against it, and I was unsure what it was. I peeked through one eye again and saw Matthew's hair hovering over my crotch. My god! He was nuzzling his face against my hard crotch! I was fully hard now, but he showed no signs of stopping.
A million thoughts raced through my head. Should I stop him? Should I keep going? Should I see how far this goes? What if he freaks out? I mean, I am enjoying it, but it might not be as arousing for him once he realizes I'm awake. What if it's just he gets off on molesting people in their sleep? His face left my crotch, and went back to my feet. I felt his warm, wet tongue sliding around my toes, sucking them like little cocks. God, if he could get that much pleasure out of my feet, I couldn't wait to feel what a blowjob was like!
He stopped at my feet, and I heard him move closer towards my head. I wasn't sure what was coming next, as I heard his breathing get closer and closer. I felt his breath in my armpit next.
"Why did you have a shower?" He sighed to himself as his nose moved around my pit. He spent a few minutes there, then I heard him stand up. "It's been fun. Wish we could have more." He whispered in the darkness, and then I heard him move back to the table. From what I could tell, he picked up the empty bottles and took them upstairs.
I sat up. Holy fuck. What just happened? I heard him still in the kitchen poking around, but I knew I couldn't sleep down here tonight. I might not sleep at all after what just happened! Should I go tell him? Should I invite him to my room? Should I wait till he goes to bed and return the favour? I heard him coming back down the stairs.
"Oh, you're up." He said with surprise as he entered the room. I was still sitting on the couch.
"Yeah, did I fall asleep in the middle of your foot rub?"
"Yeah you did." He chuckled nervously. Had he thought to come down and play with me a bit more? Maybe I should have pretended to sleep for a while longer.
"Well, I'm sorry Matthew. But consider it a job well done if you got me that relaxed." I stretched and yawned. "Perhaps if you wouldn't mind, we can head up to my bedroom and you can continue?"
"The foot rub?"
"Of course."
"I'd love to. I mean, sure." He said. I could tell in the dying light of the fire that he was still a little hard. And I was too.
"I feel bad, seems like I'm taking advantage of you." I chuckled, putting my arm around him and leading him upstairs. I wondered if he could see my cock still half hard. It was pretty dark down here.
"Oh don't worry man, like I said, I love doing it."
I know you do, you kinky boy. "You do it very well." We went upstairs, him in front of me. It took all of my control not to reach out and pull those pyjama pants down over his tight ass, but I had to restrain myself for now. Wait until the right moment. Once we got to my room, he looked around as I lit the small lamp beside the door.
There was a massive poster bed in the middle of the room, which at one time had probably had a canopy over it but I had left it bare. The original drawers and closet doors were still in place here. The lamps and decor were modern, but it was all of the original furniture.
"Wow." He said, looking around. "It's great. I love the antique stuff."
"Maybe tomorrow when I'm more awake I can tell you more about it." I said, heading towards the bed. "I can't sleep with pants on, mind if I take them off?" I asked.
He looked down at the floor. "Whatever you're comfortable in is fine with me."
My cock was down to almost soft now, but as I pulled down my pyjamas and stepped out of them, his eyes were glued to my boxers.
"Nice boxers." He said I moved onto the bed, sitting in the same position with my hands behind my head. My back was propped up on pillows though, so I got a better view of what was going on.
"Thanks son, I usually just wear them to bed or if I have a date or something."
"Yeah I guess so. I have a few pairs at home but figured they wouldn't be too good for yard work. And didn't think anyone would be seeing them." He sat down at the end of the bed and took my feet into his hands, once again starting to rub them.
"Sometimes you just like to wear them though. It's like a naughty little secret, you know?" I sighed as he found a particularly sore spot. "Although you kids these days sag your pants, don't you? Wouldn't be a secret for long I guess."
He laughed a little. "No, usually whenever I wear them anyone can see them whenever my shirt goes too high I guess."
"No fun." I said dismissively. "You need a naughty secret now and then."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled up at me. "And what would yours be?"
"You see them now." I waved my hand down by my boxers.
"Is that it? Sexy underwear?"
"Well I have a few more, but I don't know any of yours."
He blushed again. "I don't think I have any."
"Oh come on son, everyone has a few kinks. No matter how deeply they're buried they're there."
"Yeah but I dunno, I just feel weird talking about them." He was turning bright red now.
"Haven't you ever explored them?" I asked.
"Yeah, but it's different talking to someone who you know is into them too. Especially if you're both willing to explore."
"You're afraid of scaring me off?" I asked with a smile.
"Maybe."
"Matthew, I'm in bed in my underwear with you rubbing my feet. There isn't much you could tell me that could scare me right now."
"What if I told you I had a foot fetish? And an underwear fetish? And a thing for older men?" He blurted out suddenly.
"Then that would explain why you were sucking on my feet and nuzzling my cock downstairs." I said simply. My cock started to grow in my boxers as I saw the realization dawning in his eyes.
"You.. you were awake?"
"The second your lips hit my feet."
"And you didn't say anything?" He had his hands on my feet still but the rubbing had stopped. "I mean... how long were you awake?"
"The whole time."
"So you heard me..."
"I saw a bit of it too. The feet, the pits, the crotch. All of it."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because son, it seemed much more exciting to see how far you'd go without me even knowing. Why, if I hadn't had pants on you probably would have tried to get my cock out of my boxers, right?"
He stammered.
"Right? Son?" I asked again.
"I probably would have."
"Keep rubbing my feet."
"Ye-yes sir." He said, slowly starting to rub my feet again. My cock was hard again in my boxers, and his eyes got even wider when he saw it.
"So by my count now, you've told me three of your secret desires. Assuming you were telling the truth."
"I was sir." He said with a swallow.
"Somehow I figured. Your little show downstairs was a big tip off. My first thought was that you might just get off on molesting people in their sleep."
"Well, it's a fantasy too sir." He blushed even deeper. The boy who was downstairs brazenly slobbering on my feet was gone, replaced by a shy, nervous boy who nonetheless had a huge hard-on tenting up his pyjamas. I wasn't sure which boy was turning me on more.
"Well that's four. And if I'm guessing right you probably have too many fantasies for me to hear in one night."
"Well I think all men do."
"But yours tend to revolve around older men. Controlling older men."
"Yes sir."
"Hence why you've been calling me `sir' this whole time. Before we started the yard you were already calling me that."
He blushed. "I didn't think you'd notice."
"Why did you do it?"
"It gave me a little thrill." He admitted, still massaging my feet. "Like you said, naughty secrets. Thinking you were straight and probably had no idea what a simple thing like calling you sir meant to me."
"And getting me to take my shirt off?"
"Was definitely a thrill." He smiled shyly.
"Having me find you downstairs in your briefs?"
"A surprise actually. I didn't think you would have come right in, I figured you'd just pass the towel around the door or leave it there for me or something. I liked having you see me in my briefs though sir."
"Hmm. I had thought that was a planned thing boy. You surprise me."
"I'm full of surprises sir."
"By the way boy, if you want to enjoy my feet a little more, you're welcome to. Just answer me when I ask you questions."
"Really sir?" His eyes moved away from my bulge to my feet, which were still in his hands. "Can I do whatever I want to them?"
"Yes boy."
"Thank you sir." He immediately laid down on the bed on his stomach, rubbing my feet against his face. He let out a low groan as his tongue flicked out and licked up my arch. "Can I ask you something sir?"
"Of course. This night is all about sharing."
"Have you ever had anyone worship your feet before?"
"No boy, the first time was down there in the basement."
"How are you enjoying it sir?" Another swirl of the tongue around my big toe.
"To be honest, the thought never would have crossed my mind boy. But I'm really getting off on it. Obviously." I said, giving myself a grope. A wet spot was appearing on my boxers where my cockhead was straining against the satin.
"I'm glad sir. I want to bring you pleasure." He knelt before me on the bed now, pulling my feet up to rub against his tented pyjamas. His head dropped back and he let out a moan as he moved my feet against his stiff cock. It was a little thicker than average from what I could tell, and maybe a little longer. Seven inches or so.
"What do you have on under those boy?"
"Briefs again sir."
"You usually wear briefs?"
"Not really sir, I have quite a bit of everything in my collection at home. Stuff I've bought, been given, traded with buddies, stolen from friends." He blushed again. "It's just this weekend I figured I'd be moving a lot and would want support rather than style."
"I don't know son, I thought those briefs looked damn sexy on you earlier."
"Thank you sir."
"What would you like to be wearing right now, as you worship daddy's feet?"
His eyes shot up at the D word. I wasn't sure whether I should pull it out or not, but the lusty look in his eyes told me I'd hit the jackpot. "I think in a case like this it should be whatever daddy wants me in, rather than what I want to be in."
"Daddy has his own opinions but would like to hear what his boy thinks first."
"I prefer briefs when I'm with daddy."
"Why?"
"I like feeling more exposed. Without being overly slutty like a thong or something."
"What if daddy wanted you slutty?"
"I would do what daddy wanted me to."
"Anything else cross your mind?"
"Well, I had imagined that a pair of my satin boxers rubbing up against yours would feel pretty damn awesome."
"Or my feet rubbing your cock through them?"
"Oh yes daddy." He moaned. "For someone who had never thought of it until now, you're catching on very quickly."
"Daddy is an expert at making horny boys very happy." I kicked my feet free of his hands now, and rubbed them against his crotch. He visibly shook with pleasure as my feet rubbed up and down. "Did you jack off in my shower earlier?"
"No sir." He breathed out slowly.
"Did you want to?"
"Oh god yes." He moaned. "Sir!" He added quickly.
"Calm down son, I'm not one of those men." I chuckled. "I like to be in control, I like to tease, and I like to talk dirty. I know I'm in control of you whenever you're with me, I don't need you to call me sir or daddy every time you speak."
"Just sometimes daddy?" He winked.
"It's nice to hear sometimes." I smiled at him.
"Do you have a particular pair of boxers you'd like to wearing for daddy at the moment? Can you picture something special in your mind?"
"Yes sir. A pair I nabbed from my friend's father. They're red satin with a black stripes, and a black waistband."
"They sound very hot boy."
"Thank you sir. What would you like to see me in?"
"For now? Whatever you have on under those pyjamas boy. Get rid of them."
"Yes sir." He sounded nervous again, but stood up beside the bed and pulled his pants down slowly. A pair of baby blue briefs came into view, just as small as the red ones I had seen earlier.
"Very nice boy. Come lay beside your daddy."
"Yes sir." He got onto the bed and came up beside me. I put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, making him gasp. He didn't have long to gasp though, because my mouth closed over his, and his moans just leaked into my mouth. Followed by his tongue.
I rolled over on top of him, our stiff cocks grinding together as my tongue invaded his mouth. His hands moved down my back and up through my hair as he rolled around on the bed, sheets twisting beneath of us. It had been a balmy night as it was, and a little muggy since I had left the windows open. Our bodies were soon stuck together with sweat, not that I minded. Between our sloppy kisses and our sweaty bodies, I was rather enjoying this.
It seemed like he was too. When I pulled away finally, the front of his pale blue briefs were now dark blue with our combined precum. My boxers were slick with it.
"So if you had a choice sir, what would you like to see me in?" He smiled up at me.
"Honestly I love the briefs boy. I'd love to see you in a pair of white ones though."
"I have a pair in my bag." He said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well in that case, Daddy is going to let you up for a minute." I rolled off of him, giving his damp crotch a squeeze before I let him get up. "Go change for me boy."
"They're my last pair though, I'll have to find something else for work tomorrow."
I chuckled. "Do you think I'm going to let you out of the bedroom tomorrow Matthew? It took the yard thirty years to get this bad. I'm sure it won't mind waiting another week or two."
He nodded with a sheepish grin and went to roll off of the bed.
"Besides, I have a bit of a collection here, if we need to I can probably find you something of mine to wear."
He turned around in the doorway and opened his mouth to say something.
"Let me guess?" I cut him off. "Another fantasy?"
"You have no idea." He said, and darted down the hall. He returned quickly enough, wearing exactly what I had hoped. The same briefs as the red and blue, just in white, with his hard-on still raging inside of them.
"Perfect son." I sighed, leaning on my arm. He came slowly into the room.
"I'm glad you like them daddy." He laid down beside me again, and I traced my fingers slowly up his flat stomach, up through the hair to his nipples, taking one between my fingers and slowly twisting it.
"Oh god.." He hissed between his teeth.
"Daddy likes his boys to know the line between pleasure and pain."
"It's all pleasure for me sir." He said, despite his face screwing up at the last word as I twisted his nipple again.
"Sensitive nipples son?"
"Very sensitive daddy." My hand lazily brushed through his chest hair to the other nipple, which I gave the same treatment as the first.
"You say you find it all pleasure boy, but Daddy knows better." I gave it a sharp twist, and his back jerked off of the bed a little. "See?"
"Daddy knows best."
"Should we have a safe word son?"
He looked up at me. "No sir."
"You sure?"
"If you go too far, I'll let you know. But I doubt you will. There's only a few things that I wouldn't do for you daddy."
"What wouldn't you do?"
He whispered them to me, and thankfully they weren't anything I was into. They were pretty extreme or disgusting, so I assured him I wouldn't push those boundaries.
"And if something else happens to come up, I'll tell you."
"In that case..." I gave his other nipple another sharp twist, and he cried out.
"Should I try to stifle myself daddy?" He asked.
"Not at all boy. If I want you to stop making noise I'll just shove something in your mouth to keep you silent. I don't have a real gag here so I'll have to find something else. Boxers perhaps. Or a sock."
"Mmm your boy would love a sock. Or boxers." He grinned, which was cut short by another twist of his nipples.
"Let me guess? You would have preferred to come right in the house and lick my feet clean before I had a shower?"
"Oh god yes daddy. Pull your sneakers off, then your socks off with my mouth." He groaned as I gently played with a nipple. "Then clean your feet for you with my tongue. And give your pits a nice tongue bath too."
"I like the way you think boy. I wish I had known, I would have left them nice and ripe for you." He leaned over and licked at my armpit anyway, even as I twisted and pulled his nipples. "Another thing you've shown Daddy he likes." I grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his face deeper into my armpit. He made a noise of surprise but eagerly licked and sucked at my hairy armpit.
His grunts and noises of pleasure were muffled by my armpit. But damn, it really sounded like he was enjoying himself. "Yeah boy, suck on my hairy pits." I grunted, really pushing his face down in there. I let go of his hair and grabbed another handful with the other hand, pushing him towards the other pit.
"Fuck yes!" Was all he had time to exclaim before I pushed him deep into it.
"Tomorrow I'll get them nice and fucking sweaty for you boy, how's that?"
He said something that sounded like an agreement, it was hard to tell. I was in a horny frenzy now, but for some reason I hesitated to just whip my cock out and shove it down his throat. I loved foreplay, especially when I had someone vocal and willing to share some deep fantasies like Matthew. When I'd had enough of his ministrations on my armpits, I pulled him away by his hair, which flung him flat on his back on the bed.
"Stay there boy." I said, standing up and going over to the back of my door.
"Closing the door in case someone hears us?" He grinned.
"You don't strike me as the type that would mind someone listening in Matthew." I said over my shoulder. My robe was hanging on the back of the door, and I pulled the belt from it. I didn't have any good gear out here with me, so I would have to improvise a little. "Kneel on the bed, back to me." I ordered, a position he quickly assumed. "Hands behind your back."
"Yes sir." He placed them there, and I grabbed his wrists in one hand, using the other hand to wrap the silk belt from my robe around his wrists. I let go when they were fastened together, and after a few quick knots, his hands were secure.
"There we go boy." I pushed him over on the bed, and he landed on his side towards me. "Nice and tight?"
His arms flexed and wiggled a little. "Yes sir."
I moved to the other side of the bed and laid down behind him. I worked one arm under his chest and wrapped the other around his waist. My arm underneath of him found a nipple, and my other hand found his damp package.
"Damn boy, that's two pairs of briefs you've soaked through."
"You have that effect on me daddy. Even the red pair was pretty damp for most of the day while we were outside."
"You like watching your daddy?"
"You looked so fucking good out there, shirtless and sweaty."
"I'm shirtless and sweaty now boy."
"And it looks even better here in your bed. I wish I could see you." He moaned as my hand rubbed his cock through the damp cotton.
"You're right boy." I said, getting up again.
"About what?"
I went to the guest room, leaving him there on the bed. My guest room had the two things you always find in a hotel room in the bedside table. A bible, and a black sleeping mask. Silk. I took the mask, heading back to my room.
"I think you've seen enough of Daddy for now." I said, going back in and wrapping the mask around his eyes.
"Oh daddy... I won't get to see those sexy boxers of yours."
"But you'll feel them rubbing up against your tight little ass boy." I said, getting back into the bed behind him. "Like this." I slowly rubbed my tented boxers up and down his ass crack. He shivered and sighed with each stroke.
"What about your sexy body?" He asked.
"That's against you too boy." I said, putting my arms back around him and pulling him closer to me. The sweat on his back was slick against my chest. "Now boy, it's time for some truth."
"Anything daddy."
"If you had gotten a chance, would you have come up here to daddy's room and snooped around a little?"
"Probably daddy."
"Why?"
"To find your underwear collection."
"And what would you have done then?"
"Seen what you had here. Maybe rubbed a few pairs over my face." He groaned as I slipped a finger up the leg of his briefs, stroking at his sack. "I would have tried to find a laundry hamper or something too, to see if I could find a dirty pair."
"And what would you have done with those if you found them?"
"Sniffed them. Sucked on them. Definitely tucked them in my bag to keep for later." If you could hear a blush in someone's voice, you could hear it in his now.
"And when I found out they were missing?"
"Most guys don't even think of it. They assume they went missing in the laundry or something. And even if you did realize they were completely gone, nobody assumes they have an underwear thief in their midst." He sounded proud of himself. "I have stuff from friends of mine I've stolen over the years, sometimes four or five pairs from the same guy. They never figure it out."
"Oh my, I have a little thief on my hands here." I gave his cock a hard squeeze.
"Only if the guy is sexy enough, like you daddy."
"Tell you what, when you leave tomorrow you can have a pair to keep, I'll let you pick through my collection here."
"I know what I'd want already daddy. Those boxers." He groaned.
"Hmm. I figured boy." I chuckled. "But only if daddy can keep a pair of yours too."
"You can have all three if you want sir."
"Maybe, and if you come back I can make you wear them for me again."
"I hope you'll have me back sir. I hope I can please you enough to make that happen." He sighed as both of my hands moved up his chest to play with his nipples.
"Oh boy, you already have pleased me more than enough to get an open invitation to my condo and my cottage here." I said truthfully. A kid this hot and this kinky? I wasn't letting him get away.
"Seriously?"
"Of course boy."
"Thank you sir." He sounded genuinely grateful.
"For now..." I reached down with my hand again, groping at his soaked briefs. "For now I'm going to have some fun with you boy." He gasped as I licked at his exposed neck, following it up with a quick bite. More of a nibble really.
"Oh fuck daddy, my neck is so sensitive."
"I think your entire body is sensitive to daddy's touches."
"That's true." He laughed. It was close to a giggle.
"Especially when daddy touches your sweet boy cock." I slipped my hand inside of his briefs finally, and he almost shouted with pleasure. The inside of them was soaked, and his cock (uncut!) laid in a nest of wet hair. "Mm... my boy keeps things natural down there."
"I can shave them if you want daddy."
"No boy, I like a boy to be natural." I dropped my voice to a whisper. "Like his daddy. And uncut, like his daddy."
He shivered with delight again, and I licked his earlobe while my fist wrapped around his throbbing cock. He must be aching for some release by now. I knew I was. But I also knew it wasn't coming anytime soon for either of us. And I was fine with that. I rubbed his cock a little, up and down slowly, feeling his foreskin peel back and forth over his swollen head.
He made little noises of pleasure and disbelief as I stroked his dripping meat. I pulled my hand free of his briefs, soaked with his precum, and held it up to his mouth. "Come on son, clean it for daddy." I parted his lips with my fingers, and he eagerly sucked them clean.
"I'd rather have some of your juices daddy." He cooed.
"In good time boy, in good time." I caressed his chest softly now, rubbing his sore nipples with my thumbs. I rolled him over onto his stomach, slowly pulling his briefs down in the back. He sighed as his incredible ass came into view. Well muscled, and surprisingly smooth, it was perfect. His hips moved up enough for me to pull his briefs down his thighs, his beautiful cock springing out underneath of him.
I knelt over the back of his knees, my hands kneading his ass cheeks. He was making soft groans and moans as my hands manipulated his ass, sometimes sneaking through the crack to brush past his hole. Each time I made contact with his puckered hole he spasmed underneath of me.
I didn't give him any warning, I just leaned down into his hole and stuck out my tongue. He let out a cry that I'm sure they must have heard in town as my tongue made contact with his hole.
"Oh my fuck daddy!" He groaned, wiggling underneath of me. His hands were still tied behind his back, and the briefs around his knees didn't give me him much room to move. "Oh god! Fuck!" He kept shouting as my tongue wriggled its way into his tight hole. Eventually as my fingers joined my tongue, he gave up on speech altogether, just noises of pleasure and amazement leaking out of his mouth.
Soon, his crack was as wet as his cock was. Sure enough when I reached underneath of him to give his cock a quick stroke, my sheets were soaked with his precum. I pulled his briefs down and off completely, then spread his legs with my hands, kneeling down in between them. His hairy balls were visible just under his crack.
"Now that daddy has got your pussy nice and wet..." I stood up long enough to pull off my soaked boxers. "You know what's coming next boy."
"Oh daddy, please... be gentle." He said. I could tell from the tone of his voice he wanted anything BUT gentle. I took my boxers from the floor.
"Open up boy."
"What?" He asked, and I shoved my boxers (damp crotch first) into his mouth.
"You wanted to taste daddy's precum, now it's all yours boy. You can suck the flavour out of those while I'm pounding that gorgeous ass of yours." I gave his ass a quick spank before I got back on the bed. He wriggled a bit as I spread his legs further, really getting a good look at his pink hole now. "Damn that's a nice ass." I said, lining my cock up with his hole. It was still soaked with precum, and my spit still glistened in his crack.
As my head slipped inside of him, I almost fainted with pleasure. Fuck, he was tight. I must have made some sort of bestial growl as I pushed deeper inside, and I could hear Matthew almost screaming into his damp, satin gag. In the back of my mind I wondered if I should check and see if he was alright, but my animal instincts had taken over. All I wanted to do at that moment was pound this little fucker's hole. And I was going to do it.
I thrust in quickly, burying my ten inches of cock inside of his ass. I heard another muffled cry from the top of the bed, but didn't stop. I pulled out slowly and drove it back in hard. Another cry of pain? Delight? Orgiastic joy?
I worked up a fast rhythm, pounding away at his ass. "Oh fuck boy your cunt is some tight." I growled in his ear as I felt his tight hole wrapped around my shaft. "Daddy loves fucking a nice tight ass, I'm going to have to do this every night." He nodded his head as I thrust away into his hole.
I went on for a few more minutes and felt myself slipping over the edge. Truth be told I had been ready to cum since he'd been sucking on my feet downstairs, but seeing him tied, blindfolded and gagged with my dirty boxers, I could barely hold it in.
"You want it inside you boy? Huh?" I asked over the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He nodded vigorously, and I was just about ready to cum. "Be careful what you wish for boy." I grunted, increasing my tempo even more as I felt my body shake with an orgasm.
I almost fell over it was so intense. White light exploded in my skull as I felt the first volley of cum shoot out from my cock. His hole clenched tight around my cock as shot after shot of cum raced out. Beads of sweat broke out all over my body as I gave my final few thrusts, the last few drops being squeezed out by his ass. I slowly pulled my cock free of his dripping hole, my cum leaking out slowly along with it.
I didn't waste any time flipping him over, his cock still hard, my sheets practically ruined with all of the precum leaking out onto them. And my own cum that would be seeping out of his ass, I realized. I engulfed his cock in my mouth before he even knew what was happening. If I thought he screamed loudly into the gag while I was fucking him, it was nothing compared to the noises he was making now as my tongue swirled around his exposed cock head.
I jacked him quickly with my hand while my mouth massaged his head, my other hand playing with his balls. He was thrashing around on the bed now, his hair was slick with sweat and whipping around as his head flopped from side to side. His hands were pinned underneath of him as he struggled, and his balls tightened up to his shaft. I knew his own orgasm was only minutes if not seconds away.
His cock tasted amazing as my mouth sucked the juices off of it. Salty, sweet, sweaty, it was the scent and taste of a perfect cock. I realized my own cock was still hard, even after my explosive orgasm a few minutes earlier.
Without warning I heard him scream into the gag, and his back flew up off of the bed. A warm jet of semen sprayed into my mouth as I sucked harder and harder, followed by a few more shots, then just a quivering boy desperate for me to stop sucking on his overly sensitive cock. I gave him a few more minutes of teasing with my tongue, slowly licking around his twitching cockhead. Eventually it started to grow soft in my mouth, so I left it alone.
I pulled the boxers out of his mouth and kissed him again, the taste and smell of precum strong around his mouth. "Daddy has a present for you boy."
"Oh daddy, what else can you give me?" He moaned. I moved up the bed, kneeling by his face. My cock was rigid, just as hard as it had been when I was fucking him. Both of us were dripping with sweat now, the scent of it almost overpowering the smell of cum in the room. I put my cock to his lips, and he let out a sigh of delight before taking it into his mouth. His hands were still bound, so I took a handful of his hair to control the speed of the blowjob. He was in heaven as I pushed and pulled his head around my crotch, my cock burying itself in his throat (which I was surprised he could take) before pulling it all the way out, seeing his tongue and lips try to reach it as it slipped from his mouth.
A few minutes of this and I was ready to shoot again.
"You're going to get daddy's cum from both ends tonight boy." I said, running my hand through his silky hair.
"Please daddy! I want it now!" He begged.
"Coming right up son." I groaned, feeling my cock twitch as another orgasm racked my body. It wasn't as big of a shot as the first one, but it was enough to make him almost choke as he tried in vain to swallow it all. A bit dribbled down his chin as he tried. I used my hand to wipe it up into his mouth, before falling down on the bed beside him.
"Thank you daddy." He whispered to me, leaning up to kiss me. Despite how tired I was, I attacked his mouth with vigour.
"Damn boy, that was intense."
"I don't think I've ever cum so hard daddy. Or been fucked so hard." He nuzzled into me, still bound and blindfolded. "Especially by a beast of a cock like yours."
I pulled his blindfold off and smiled down at him. "I don't think I've ever had a hole so tight. Or a boy so handsome as you." He blushed and looked away from my eyes, leaning his head into my chest. I reached back and untied his arms, which he quickly brought in front of him to rub his hands through my chest hair. I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him in close to me.
"That was amazing." He said as he snuggled against my chest.
"Completely." I panted, still a little hoarse from my second orgasm.
"I had no idea that was going to happen sir. I figured the most I would get was a footrub, and maybe a little sucking on them if you fell asleep."
"Life is full of surprises." I chuckled. "So you really like feet, eh?"
"Oh god yes. You couldn't tell?" He laughed.
"I had an inkling. I'm still amazed at how much I enjoyed it."
"Trust me sir, that's what everyone says the first time they're treated to one of my foot rubs." He winked up at me, then tried to stifle a yawn.
"I agree son, it's late. Let's get some sleep."
"Only if you hold me all night." He said, rolling over and spooning with me.
"I promise." I said, kissing the top of his head. I closed my eyes and practically fell asleep right away.
I awoke in the morning with Matthew still in the same position, his back to my chest. The room smelled like sweat, sex and man. The events of the night before came rushing back to me, as did the knowledge that I had one of the worst cases of morning wood I'd had in years. It could be due to the fact that my cock was perfectly positioned to slide up Matthew's ass crack. I sighed with pleasure, feeling it slide up and down, still damp with sweat.
He stirred in my arms, and I kissed his neck as he slowly came awake. He craned his head back to kiss me, our tongues meeting in the middle and spit flowing freely. He groaned as one of my hands stroked his chest, the other one moving down his body to find his cock just as hard as mine was.
"Good morning son." I whispered as our kiss finally broke.
"Good morning daddy." He rolled over, our pricks now rubbing up against each other. "I hope you slept well."
"After you tired me out last night? I'm surprised I didn't sleep for days." I ran my hands through his hair.
"We might have. Do you have a calendar around?" He chuckled. "I sure felt like I could have last night."
"If I'm going to spend a week in bed I've got the perfect partner for it." I smiled, parting his lips with my tongue again. He pressed his body tighter against me, and I rolled over on top of him. I kissed the side of his neck, making him gasp and shiver. He ran his hands down my back as I kissed lower, down to his nipples, which I hoped weren't still sore from their punishment the night before. If they were, his groaning gave no sign of it. I wrapped my tongue around one hard nipple, slowly licking around it and then grazing my teeth over it. His body jerked with surprise underneath of me.
I let out a slow moan as I moved to the other nipple, just laying over his lower body now, his cock leaking precum against my chest as I kissed and licked his chest and down through his furry abs.
"I have an idea." I smiled, pulling him up out of bed by his arm. I led him to the upstairs bathroom, ushering him into the shower stall.
"What's going on daddy?" He turned around, backed into a corner.
"Daddy has to get rid of all of that beer from last night." I smiled, backing him further into the corner. "So why don't you get down on your knees and I can start to get rid of it."
He grinned, dropping to his knees and looking up at me expectantly. I reached down and opened his mouth my hand, using my other free hand to aim my half hard cock at his mouth. I sighed as my piss started to flow, the first shot shooting past his mouth to splash on his face. He just moaned. I soon got the flow going into his mouth, holding it open with my hand as he tried to swallow it all. He wasn't managing to get it all though, and streams of it leaked down his chin and onto his chest.
"What about you son, I bet you have to go too."
He nodded while my piss splashed in his face, gulping all the while. "Well go ahead boy, let it rip."
He grabbed his cock by the base and pointed it up at his chest, and with a mighty groan his own flow started. It splashed up his chest and over his face, for a few moments both of our streams were flowing into his mouth. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.
I shook mine around, letting it coat his hair and chest. He ran his hands through his hair while his cock sprayed wildly around the stall. My legs were coated now, and a bit of my own cock from his wild spray. Eventually the last few drops dribbled from both of us, which we shook out onto the floor of the shower stall.
"Get up here and kiss me boy." I grunted, grabbing his arm and dragging him to his feet. Our faces almost crashed into each other with his eagerness, the taste of piss on his skin and tongue. Whatever softness our cocks had achieved with pissing was soon undone, both of us rock hard as his piss soaked body grinded against mine.
I let go of him long enough to turn the shower on, the initial blast of cold water making us both jump but soon it was hot, pouring down our bodies and washing away the cum, piss and sweat of the night before. Not that I would have minded stinking like that for a while longer, and I doubt that Matthew would have either.
We kept kissing as the water coursed down on us. I pushed Matthew up against the wall of the shower, pressing our bodies together as we kissed. I repeated my motions from earlier, kissing down his neck and then to his nipples. My hands found his stiff dick and slowly jacked him off in time with my tongue swirling around his nipples. He bucked his hips along with it, fucking my fist.
He looked even better wet, with his long hair slicked back against his head and the water beading in his brown chest hair. I pushed him down to his knees, and without even telling him anything, he reached out and took my cock in his hands, bringing it to his mouth. I hadn't had a chance for a really long blowjob last night from him, and I wanted this one to last.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned as I leaned into the wall, pushing my cock deeper into his throat. He gagged a little at first but managed to take it, earning a smile from me. I pumped into his mouth, his eyes closed against the water but still taking my whole cock into his mouth. He took it out and held it in his hands, jacking me off as his head ducked down and I felt my balls enter his mouth.
My cock went back into his mouth and his hands reached around to grab at my ass, almost stuffing my cock even deeper into his mouth. I felt his tongue furiously slashing around my shaft and head as my dick slid in and out of his mouth. He groaned with pleasure as it slid deep inside of him again. He was just as good with my cock as he had been with my feet.
I let his mouth massage my cock for a while longer until I felt an explosion welling up in my balls. I debated letting him know or surprising him with it, but I couldn't hold back my moans or curses.
"Fuck boy! Daddy's going to cum!" I groaned, my cock exploding into his mouth. Unlike last night, he swallowed every drop as my veiny cock emptied itself into his throat. When I was done, he was still down there sucking.
"Come on boy, it's your turn." I lifted him up and gave him a quick kiss, before sinking down to my knees and taking his cock into my mouth. One of my hands took his balls, the other went up behind him, a finger slipping into his ass.
"Oh daddy!" He cried out. He was half bent over in the shower, pleasure overwhelming him to the point where he could barely stand up. I slipped another finger inside as I sucked harder and harder on his cock. He eventually collapsed backwards against the wall, throwing his head back and letting out a stream of wordless cries.
"Daddy! You're too good to me." He panted. "I can't believe... Oh! Fuck!" He groaned as I pulled my mouth off of his cock, stroking it now with my fist.
"I want to see you shoot boy."
"It's so close daddy." He moaned into the steam.
"Come on boy, shoot for your daddy." That sent him over the edge, and his whole body shook as his cock shot off a rope of jizz that splattered against the wall behind me. The next shot landed on my shoulder, and before the next one shot off, I wrapped my mouth around his cock again. The last spurt of his cum went straight down my throat.
I stood up and helped him stand up while he caught his breath, then gave him a good deep kiss, the taste of our cum mingling in our mouths. He smiled as the kiss broke.
"Why don't we finish up our shower and get some breakfast?" I suggested.
"How about we stop by your underwear drawer first?"
"Of course son."