The Maintenance Men

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

I know this is the third story I've posted today (My Brother's Secret - Part 4 is up on Reddit for any of you following it), but it's sunny as fuck in Ireland at the moment, so I'm in the middle of filling a hot tub, and it gave me an idea for a story that I just had to come in and write. Now I'm going to get drunk in a hot tub. Enjoy! 

Dad prided himself on the pool in the backyard. Ever since we'd gotten it built, he'd been like a kid at Christmas. Every opportunity he had, Dad took anybody who would humour him out to see the pool. Even in the depths of winter, he'd bore my extended family with unimportant details and give them yet another tour.

It was that time of year again, and Dad was buzzing with excitement. Unfortunately for him, there was a problem, and it wasn't one that he, even with all of his Dad knowledge, could fix. Cue a phone call to some handyman, and that's where it all began.

I was eighteen at the time, and casually strolling through a sexual awakening like no other. I knew I was bisexual, but I had yet to fully come to terms with all of the interesting things that brought with it. I'd been dating a girl from school, but both of us knew that it wasn't going anywhere serious, so without saying as much, we'd both agreed to something more open.

As I lay there under the warm summer sun, reading a book and sipping away on an ice tea, I noticed the first of two handymen and my eyes bulged under my sunglasses.

He looked to be in his early thirties, give or take. His skin was bronze, with dark tattoos covering both muscular arms. His jet black hair was cut tight, and his jawline was cut tighter. As I watched him, thankful that I was lying on my front, I noticed the second man and I almost couldn't believe my luck.

A fair haired lad of about twenty appeared, sauntering lazily across the yard, and where his boss was hot and rugged, this guy was cute and devious. His golden hair was longer and wavier, messier, too. He had a gleaming smile that he showed off as the two of them joked about something, and I couldn't believed that two men who were so fucking handsome, could actually be friends.

The book was neglected entirely, and instead, I focused my attention on them. After twenty minutes of searching for the problem, the younger guy, who I learned was named Corey, peeled a sweat drenched t-shirt over his head and threw it aside. My cock swelled against the blanket.

He was more slender than the older man, but still packed with muscle. Two lines in his abdomen led down to where his boxers met his work trousers, and I found myself endlessly imagining what lay further. The older man, Andy, seemed content to stew in his own seat, and the grey t-shirt that he wore, soon became soaked in the stuff.

Dad arrived, and in typical dad fashion, began to crack jokes with the two of them. Both of them endured him with awkward laughter until he came over to me.

"I'm taking your mother to get laser eye surgery" he told me, and I cocked a brow. "Don't ask, Jamie" he shrugged, because my mom had never worn glasses in her life. "Can you settle up with the guys when they're finished?" He handed me a wad of cash and I nodded as he left.

As much as I tried to take my mind off the stunning workmen, it was impossible. I had a perfect view of them both, and the more I tried to focus on something else, the more I focused on them.

Corey was the more mischievous one, which wasn't surprising given the age difference. At one point, he held a water bottle between his legs and pretended to jerk off before squirting Andy in the face. The sight gave me ideas that made the inside of my underwear wet.

I caught Andy's eye a few times, and it became awkward after the third. It was one of those situations where the first time is a mistake, the second time is, too, and now we were both locked in this awkward game of is he staring at me? Eventually, I noticed a smile.

I was mistaken, of course, because why would some stunning man who probably had a row of beautiful women lining up for him, ever even look in my direction. Yet, he was looking, and now he was looking and smiling.

I played it off, but the more it happened, the more I began to wonder if there was something more. But how would he even know? I wasn't the flamboyant sort, so there was absolutely no way that he'd be able to tell that I was almost cumming in my underwear just by looking at him.

Finally, after almost two hours of the men baking under the sun, Andy approached.

"We're finishing up there, man" he said, wiping his sweaty hands on his work pants.

"Oh yeah" I swallowed, pulling out the cash. "How much is it?"

"Two" he said, lighting a cigarette, "unless you want to keep the money and suck our cocks instead".

I watched as a plume of smoke covered his face. He took a drag, looked back over at the pool and then shrugged casually. "Up to you".

The words didn't register. I lay there, baffled, and certain that I'd either misheard him, or he was taking the absolute piss out of me.

"Sorry, what?" I finally managed.

"You can suck us both off if you'd rather that" he said, "otherwise it's two hundred bucks".

He was definitely fucking with me. I sat up with the money still in my hand, and instead of stuttering over my words like I usually would, I decided to fuck right back with him.

"Alright, I'll suck you off" I said, waiting to laugh to hide the truth in it.

Andy looked around. Our next door neighbour's house looked directly onto the spot that I was lying, so he cocked his head forward, toward a gazebo that Dad had tried, and almost succeeded in building. I grinned and shook my head, silently informing him that I knew that this was all just a joke, but I stood up and followed him.

"Yo, Cor!" He called, and the younger guy turned back, "come on".

I watched as Corey rubbed his hands together. Were they both in on this prank? When we stood under the privacy of the half-finished gazebo, Andy held his cigarette between his teeth and unzipped his pants.

"I'm fucking sweating" Corey said, stretching his half naked body. I watched as beads of sweat trailed down his sides, but my attention instantly turned back to Andy, who dragged a tube of cock from his zipper. Every organ in my body froze.

The long, meaty pole hung down like a trunk. A thick foreskin drooped down over his cock head, and a river of thick veins ran through the shaft. It was darker by at least two shades, than the rest of his golden body.

"You gonna suck it or what?" He asked, taking another drag.

I looked to Corey, almost waiting for him to be as shocked as I was, but he was too busy biting his thumbnail and scrolling through his phone.

"You can do him next" Andy said nonchalantly.

"Wait, wait" I finally said, "is this a joke?"

Andy cocked a brow before checking his watch. "Look, mate" he said, "if you're not into this you can just pay us and we'll be on our way".

"No, no!" I almost yelped, "I am, but I just thought you were fucking with me".

"Does it look like he's fucking with you?" Corey asked, slightly sharper than I would have liked.

I gawped at the cock again. It was indeed, a beautiful cock. Dad wouldn't be home for a few hours at least, and even if mom walked through the door now, she probably wouldn't be able to see anything, anyway! I took a breath and decided that for once, I wasn't going to let this slip.

"We've got a job tomorrow morning" Corey said, completely ignoring the fact that I was now on my knees in front of his boss, "it's gonna be a fucking scorcher, too" he continued.

"As if that bothers you" Andy chuckled, as I reached out and took his heavy cock in my hand, "you'll take any excuse to show off your little chicken arms".

"Chicken arms" Corey sniggered, as I peeled back the foreskin and felt my heart explode in my chest. "These chicken arms would still smack the shit out of you".

I leaned forward, my whole body shaking, and closed my lips around Andy's damp cock. Instantly, I could taste the sweat from him, and it filled me with a pleasure that I'd never known.

"Come back to me when you've hit puberty" Andy joked, and pulled my head deeper onto his cock as it began to swell.

I still couldn't believe it was happening. I was choking on the cock of a guy I didn't even know, and I was being watched by a guy who was barely a couple of years older than me! I gagged, but neither of them seemed to notice.

"Can we get lunch after this?" Corey continued, and I could see from the corner of my eye that he'd already dropped his work trousers, and was standing in a pair of white boxer briefs. My own cock leaked more pre-cum.

"Do you ever stop thinking about food?" Andy asked, guiding me further down his cock as he began to pulse his own liquids into me. "You're a hungry fuck, do you know that?"

"If you didn't work me like a slave I wouldn't be hungry all the time" Corey scowled, "give me a shot of him".

Without another word, I felt my head being passed from one man to the other, and suddenly a larger, but skinnier cock was pushing against my lips. Corey was far paler in comparison, and cut, too, but the taste of his pole made me moan.

"You like that, huh?" He laughed, "see, my one tastes nicer than yours".

"Don't know how" Andy scoffed, "you haven't changed those boxers in a week".

"Shut up, you dipshit" Corey spat, thrusting into my throat, "and how would you know, anyway? You checking me out you fucking fag?"

Andy chuckled to himself and finished his cigarette as Corey fucked my face. I'd never experienced anything like it before, but I would have stayed on my knees in front of the two of them for the rest of my life.

"Alright, open wide" Andy said, jerking his cock next to me.

Corey pulled his slick prick from my mouth and I obeyed the man and kept it open. He pressed his calloused hand onto my forehead to keep me in place, and beat himself off with the other. His breathing fastened, and his jaw clenched.

"Fuck" he grunted, his face drenched in sweat, "aw fuck!"

The first rope caught me off guard. I flinched as his seed spurted directly into my mouth, and his sharp taste covered every taste bud on my tongue. More of it exploded as he moaned, filling my mouth and spurting across my face.

Corey shoved his cock back into my mouth almost instantly, and hot, salty cum burst down the back of my throat, forcing me to gulp the heavy load down as quickly as I could.

Andy wiped his wet cock head across my cheek as Corey orgasmed and moaned, and a minute later, both of them fixed themselves up and picked up their bags.

"Tell your old man we'll be back for a maintenance check in a week" Andy said, "it's free of charge, but if you're around, maybe you could pay us, anyway".

I remained on my knees, still drenched in sweat and cum, with their delicious flavours on my tongue, and watched as Andy winked.

Corey tussled my hair, and as the two of them left, I heard a snippet of conversation.

"He wasn't actually too bad" Corey said.

"Yeah, maybe we'll take his ass the next time".