My affair with a sexy, exhibitionistic carpenter (MM) [MM] (M/M) [M/M] …mmmmmmmmmmm

I love to recall an encounter I had with a horny carpenter who was working odd jobs on weekends. I had recently moved into a new townhome, and I discovered the skylights over my living room leaked during a rainstorm. I was furious because all of my furniture was new as well, and water dripping on my couch would never do. I called the people who sold the property to me, and I complained bitterly about their shoddy construction. They assured me a reliable repairman was scheduled to fix my leak that following Saturday. In the meantime I had to place containers under the dripping water when it rained.

Saturday was my day off, and I wanted to stay in bed until late in the morning, but I couldn’t because the repairman was already thumping on my roof as soon as the sun came up. He didn’t bother to knock on the door prior to working because he was hired by the builder. I decided to get up early, and I busied myself with some housecleaning because I wanted to stay around until the repair work was done. I remember being impressed when I realized the carpenter was removing the shingles all around the skylight to make sure he found the exact leak. This guy appeared to know what he was doing.

In only a few more hours that summer day grew hot, and I glanced up through the skylight to see my repairman had removed his shirt. The poor guy was already shiny with sweat in the early hours of the day. I also noticed he had a good tan, and his strong build was impressive. He had long hair that he controlled with a bandana, but his locks were so long and thick that the wind often blew the bandana loose. I thought he was kinda sexy. I was about to look away when I suddenly felt a twang in my crotch. He had turned just the right way so I could see he had thick blond hair all over his chest. I had to force myself to break my gaze because I didn’t want to get caught staring. He definitely had me thinking this day was getting better.

Soon my cleaning chores were done and the last load of laundry was in the dryer. I decided to take a break by stretching out on the couch. There was nothing on TV that interested me; all I could do was lay back and try to relax. The banging on my roof became especially loud so I looked up just in time to see the repairman lifting the clear dome off my skylight, and I used the chance to call up to him,
“You look pretty hot up there…you want something to drink?” He acted surprised that someone could call up to him like that, and he seemed to be surprised.
“Oh no thank you,” he stuttered, “I didn’t know anyone was living here.” He laughed with a cute chuckle, “I have water up here with me, so I’m good.”
“Well I have a 12-pack of beer waiting down here if you get thirsty,” I said trying to tempt him.
He smiled for a moment like he had something more to say, but then he looked away and went back to his work. I had seen his face though, and that was enough for now because he was very handsome. He even had a sexy cleft in his chin, and slight dimples when he smiled. He seemed really nice too. But it was the sparkle in his blue eyes that grabbed me the most. He had a purity about him that was hard to ignore.

It was another hour or so before I became stir crazy with nothing to do, and I wanted to leave, but something told me to stay until the roof was fixed. I guess I didn’t really trust the builders of the complex because I found a lot of incomplete work in my place after moving in. It soon became a regular routine for repairmen to show up at my door because I wanted it all to be corrected under warranty. None of those previous repairmen looked near as nice as this guy on my roof though. My blond, longhaired carpenter had grabbed my attention without even trying, and he had no idea how horny I was getting. I stretched out on the couch again, but I couldn’t sleep because of his constant thumping on my roof. It was tempting to watch him because the dome of the skylight was still off, and I could see him clearly through the opening.

The repairs were taking a long time, and the sexy guy was sweating a lot, so he stood upright to face the breeze every opportunity he could get. He was so beautiful that it appeared he was striking a pose up there. He faced the breeze with eyes closed, his head shook back and forth to let his hair flow freely, and he looked totally relaxed. I wish I had taken his picture just then because he resembled a perfect statue in that moment. Soon he was stripped down to some baggy shorts, and he stretched his legs wide to straddle the opening in my roof while he worked. He adjusted his shorts to let the air circulate when I suddenly realized he was freeballing, and I caught a glimpse of his dick hanging down one pant leg. Immediately my cock started to swell and I crossed my legs so it wouldn’t show, but it was too late; the repairman saw me squirming, and he was looking at me in return.
At first I assumed he would get angry so I looked away and pretended to be stretching like I was waking from a nap. My cock was rock hard though, and it showed, so I adjusted it out of embarrassment. He was still looking down at me and I didn’t know what to do. Then he went back to work and said nothing. It kinda looked like he was smiling though. Now it was a game for me, and I knew with time I would probably get another glance of his low-hanging balls; I just had to be careful so he didn’t know I was watching him. God but he was good looking up there! Tanned skin, hair bleached by the sun, muscular legs, thick chest hair, and I had a straight shot to look up his leg to his cock if he would move just the right way. This boring afternoon suddenly became a lot of fun!
Then things got even better. The carpenter glanced down another time before taking a stance that almost seemed intentional. Was he trying to give me a show? I couldn’t be sure, and I was careful to look only when he was facing away. Lord! I got a good glimpse of his big cock hanging out, and it was heaven. Now I was turned-on something furious, and by instinct I started rubbing my crotch. Then the repairman moved again and bent over after he pulled his shorts up high. This time he was obviously looking at me as I could see his balls hanging out of his shorts, and they swung around as he worked. He saw me squirming and broke out in a bigger smile as he kept working. He was enjoying himself too; the fucking tease! I was speechless and totally focused on him as I eagerly watched every move he made now. Then he teased me more by acting surprised his balls were showing and he covered them again. Damn, he made me hot, and this game of peeking balls continued the rest of the time he worked up there.

After several more hours of that beautiful view his work was done. I signaled him to come down, which he did by jumping off the roof and onto the railing right outside my door. He just stood there looking like a shy angel. I didn’t know what to say and he smelled of his afternoon of sweaty work. He smelled repulsive and sexy at the same time. I stumbled for words, but I somehow managed to offer him a beer. He seemed eager to have one, and he followed me inside to the same couch where he had seen me stretch out. He stood there and looked up at the skylight to check his work, and I handed him a beer. Then he acted uneasy and said,
“I’m too dirty to sit on that couch, so I’ll just stand.” He was smiling very sweetly and he was polite too.
I gave him a folding chair and he quickly sat down in front of the couch where he guzzled his first beer in 30 seconds. I laughed and went to the fridge for another.
“Thanks,” he said opening it quickly, “I really worked up a thirst today.”
The second beer went down almost as fast as the first, and soon he was drinking his fourth before he finally slowed down enough to talk a little. His name was Danny and he was from North Dakota where all of his family still lived. He was only 25 and already had 2 kids with another on the way, so he worked odd weekend jobs to help with expenses. Next he started talking about his wife, and it didn’t sound good. He was clearly horny all the time, and she was not having a good pregnancy so she was refusing to have sex. To make his situation worse she was bitchy and wouldn’t give him head either. I noticed his legs opened as the beer kicked in and he started to relax a little while he talked. I could see the outline of his cock swelling in his shorts, and his balls moved around as he shifted. The sexual tension was getting unbearable for me, but he smelled really bad.

Danny took another huge gulp of beer and belched long and loud like a bear, so we both laughed, and I decided it was time for me to make a move. I stood up and held out a 5th beer for him, but I made him get up to reach it, and I led him down the hall to the guest bathroom. He was getting a little high on the beer and he weaved. I stood there and pushed him toward the shower, and I told him to use it because his smell was a bit much for me. He just grinned and took the beer, opened it, and drank half in one swallow. Then he dropped his shorts with his back to me as he walked into the bathroom. His butt was white as snow while the rest of him was dark brown. He turned around and asked me to scrub his back. His large cock was cut and half hard, and he had blond fur from the top to bottom of his chest. His nuts hung down low, he was smiling, and I was naked in seconds.

Danny laughed when I jumped into the shower stall with him, and I backed away from the blast of cold water that spit out of the shower head. Even his laugh was attractive. There wasn’t much room in that small shower so I could feel his cock touching my butt crack. Then the hot water was just right so I pushed him under the stream and I could see the dirt and sweat roll off him. Next I covered him in soap and scrubbed everywhere. His long locks of blondish hair hung past his shoulders and down his back as I massaged his scalp. He was enjoying the attention. I took a chance and started to scrub his ass and groin. He only smiled and let me touch him as much as I liked. Soon his cock was fully hard and it throbbed in my hand. He leaned back into the hot water as I gently rubbed his shaft and cupped his balls. He was a handful, and I was incredibly turned on as well.

I got down on my knees so his cock was in my face. I licked and caressed his dick head with my tongue as he mumbled his approval. He continued to lather and scrub while I gave his beautiful cock the attention it needed, and soon he was breathing hard as I stroked his shaft. His balls bounced, his legs got stiff, and he shot a load all over my face as he moaned. It was an incredible release for him as the tension left his body and his eyes rolled up. I made sure I licked his dick clean, and then I stood to wash his back and massage his stiff shoulders some more.

After a while Danny showed his appreciation for the blow job by scrubbing me in return. His hands were rough and muscular, and when he caressed my cock it felt like I was being mauled. I loved his strong touch though. He wasn’t shy at all, and he had no problem slipping his fingers into the crack of my ass to scrub. It felt good to be touched by his large fingers down there, and I responded by pressing up against him and kissing his neck. The kiss surprised him, and he backed up to look at me straight on. We locked eyes and I melted in his arms, then he kissed me right back on the lips with a passionate probe of his tongue. He was breathing hard again, and I was all his. We kissed more, I licked his nips, he touched my asshole, and I spread my legs to give him better access. I pressed against him again and could feel his cock growing up between my legs, and he was unstoppable. The next thing I knew he was pushing his soapy cock into my hole…gently at first, then faster and harder as my ass loosened up. He was big; I had never taken one that size before, and the pain of adjusting to it soon turned into pleasure as I became completely controlled by him. Every thrust felt deeper than the last; until my ass screamed at his invasion, and I relaxed my hole as best I could as he pumped faster. Soon we developed a rhythm and I could feel his balls slapping me from behind. He put his hand on my shoulder and bent me forward till my face was in the corner of the shower stall. Then he let loose and rammed me hard and fast. I couldn’t breathe, and I put my hands on the wall to stop from ramming my head into the tile. We were both moaning and I couldn’t have stopped him if I tried because he was so powerful. My ass became a receptacle, a smooth hole to stick his cock into, and he was fucking me out of pure animal reflex. If I was a gazelle he would have been a lion, and he was ripping me apart. His moaning changed into a growl, and I came so hard that my legs grew weak, and still he was pounding my hole. Then he suddenly slowed down and cried out as his cock throbbed inside me. I could feel his cum shooting as he pulled out of my hole. Then he pushed back in for a few more cum soaked strokes. It was heaven.

We both stood there breathing hard and feeling the fantastic afterglow of orgasm. It was incredible as the hot water ran over our bodies. I could hardly remain standing, and Danny leaned against the wall as he caught his breath. Then we slowly dried off and got dressed without talking. He glowed like a newborn baby, and his face was beautiful with his constant, sexy smile. I gave him a pair of my clean workout shorts and he wore them commando like before. He was bigger than me so they fit tight, and his cock outline looked real nice.

I led him back to the living room and we drank the last of the beer before he went home. I don’t think we said a word to each other as he walked out. Somehow I just knew I would never see him again. A week later he sent me a receipt for the work. I was confused because the builder hired him, not me. But then I noticed it was smudged and almost unreadable. It smelled like his sweat because he purposely wiped it over his dirty, wet chest. It was his strange way of saying thanks, and don’t forget me. I still have it stashed away, and I will never throw it out because it still smells like him.
A few months later I saw him in the supermarket with his family. His wife was still very pregnant, and his two little ones were fighting. He looked miserable and they took up the entire isle. I avoided them and walked away before he could recognize me. I never saw him again. It’s been many years now since he worked on my roof, and sometimes I wonder what happened to him. If he reads this story he will know who wrote it, and I hope he kept my shorts like I kept his receipt. Fond memories never die. Danny, you should call me if you read this.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4cfunk/my_affair_with_a_sexy_exhibitionistic_carpenter