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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Long story but based on true experience, and I will continue if enough interest.....
Answering the door in my dressing gown that I’d hastily threw on in the hurry to get to it before the person ringing the buzzer disappeared, as I usually just sleep in my boxers, I let the gentleman before me in and showed him to the small plumbing job that needed fixing in the bathroom. It was still quite early in the morning for me yet to be fully awake, on my day off, being 8:45am. In the half-asleep state, I asked the gentleman, who now identified himself as Joseph, if he would like a drink. “I wouldn’t mind something hot, white and sweet” was the reply. I acknowledged his answer by walking down the hallway and into the kitchen of our ground floor flat. Returning just a few minutes after with a mug of hot tea, I asked him whether two sugars were sweet enough for him. “Not quite what I had in mind, but yes it’ll do” he replied. I didn’t quite know what he meant by that, but in my still half-asleep state I brushed it off and returned to the kitchen for my much needed injection of caffeine in the form of my strong white coffee.
Joseph had started to work on the pipes behind the sink clearly form the noises I could hear, the rummaging of tools in his tool bag, and the biting of metal on metal. Finishing my drink a few minutes later I now started to feel at least a little more human and awake. I started to approach Joseph from the hallway, and could see he was fumbling with something in his hands in-front of him, but he must have heard my footsteps and quickly shoved what I now recognised as a Smartphone in his pocket. “I’ll be back out from the bedroom (which was bathroom adjacent) in a min, I’m just going to get dressed properly.” Joseph nodded and continued to look sheepish.
I thought about Joseph whilst disrobing and noticed that my cock had started to stir and starting to swell from the tent I was beginning to adorn, and I thought to myself that he looked genuinely handsome. I closed my eyes for a second, letting my mind wonder what I could do/have done to me by this handyman in the flat right now, if only he knew I was bisexual. My hand started to caress my chest, standing there in the bedroom with nothing on apart from my boxers, my stiffened rod now exposed to the cool air of the bedroom environment through the hole in the front of my underwear.
Devilish thoughts raced through my mind, I was horny by now, and thought sod it to myself. I tweaked at my right nipple, and gave it a pinch, letting out a low moan as I did so, paradoxically hoping and not that Joseph hadn’t or had heard me. The room was warming up now, but not through any of the heaters, it was my body temperature, and that of the filthy mind creating an air of electrifying sexual tension. I moved my hand slowly downwards towards my hard pulsating cock, and came into contact with it. Wrapping my hand around the shaft, and beginning to stroke ever so slowly, up to the engorged head, I was in heaven. The thought of Joseph only being in the very next room, possibly hearing me, turned me on even more, knowing that whenever I had tossed myself before I usually get quite noisy with my grunts and moans. Still, I tried to be as quiet as I could, running my hand over the tip of my cock, spreading the clear pre-cum from it over the frenulum, and sides around the head, making for a rather nice and slippery experience heightening the pleasure, the arousal, and the sensations.
My breathing had become slightly more intense and my gasps and groans, as per usual, had become slightly louder to this point, so I thought I’d better calm down and open my eyes, but to my shock when I did, there stood in the doorway to the bedroom stood Joseph, with the biggest smile on his face and winking at me. “Oh, don’t stop on my account”, he said. I thought I recognised you from your profile on fabs, which is why you almost caught me looking through on my phone before, but I wasn’t sure, so I had to check. I am also registered on the site, my profile says I’m straight, but I do like a bit of good hard cock….. |
