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Working with Joe
by kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)
***
Working away from home for a couple of days with a
hunky straight guy named Joe, Ron finds that alcohol
allows him to get something extra from his colleague.
(MM, 1st-gay-expr, nc, mast, oral, anal, alcohol)
***
"It'll mean staying away for a couple of nights," the
foreman said. "It's a pain especially when the
weather's so fucking bad but the job needs doing and
you and Joe are the only ones free."
Some suspended ceiling had partially collapsed in a
supermarket and we had the contract to look after it.
Generally I worked within moderate reach of home but
the team on the next area were rushing to meet target
on a new superstore and we had been asked to do this
simple job. I was kinda new to the job having only
been here two years and Joe was a straight-talking 35
year old who had been in the job since leaving school.
He was a surprisingly well groomed and good looking
guy, married with two kids and a wife all the guys
drooled over. My problem was that I drooled over Joe.
He was a shade over 6 feet tall, slim, well-built with
a great body and not too many muscles. His hair was
blonde and short and he had a tattoo on each upper arm
each showing a crest. One was his family coat of arms
and the other his beloved Manchester United.
Now at 24, I felt positively childlike against him. I
was 5 feet 8 inches, slim, red hair, a few freckles
but at least I was good looking. The guys ribbed me by
calling me Weasley after Ron Weasley, the character
played by Rupert Grint in Harry Potter. Apart from the
red hair I looked nothing like him. The fact that I
was a Ron didn't help.
Joe stocked the van and organised a B&B at the other
end and we were off. We arrived at the store around
10.30am on the first day and worked our balls off
until 4.30pm when we headed to the B&B. We left the
van in the car park and checked in.
"Oh sorry lads, I thought you were a couple and I've
given you a double room," said the owner. "We're full
tonight as well but I'll try to give you a king-double
if that helps."
I was horrified for Joe's sake but he just shrugged
his shoulders and said, "I just need a shower!"
Once in the room he stripped down to his white briefs
and disappeared into the shower room. I stripped down
too and waited until he came out about 10 minutes
later, towel around his waist and his body glistening
with the remaining drops of water. I dived in and
showered too and when I came out Joe was already
dressed to go out. I quickly finished and we hit a
local pub for some food and a few drinks. When it came
to drinking, I was a lightweight. I usually drank wine
but this was not wine company so I had to stick with
beer.
It was around 11.30pm when we returned and Joe was
staggering a little having drunk on a 2 to 1 ratio
with me. He went into the toilet, leaving the door
open and stripped. I could see his muscular arse as he
stood over the pan, pissing. He then turned to the
sink, wet a face cloth and rubbed it over his face,
chest and then cock and balls, quickly drying when he
had finished. He walked through and I tried hard to
avoid looking at his swinging cock. It was heavy and
thick, the foreskin draped over the head and a thick
bush of pubic hair. The hair spread up to his stomach
and onwards to meet his light chest hair.
All he said was, "I'm fucked," and climbed into bed,
turning his back to me and was soon breathing heavily,
even before I was finished in the bathroom.
I freshened and decided to follow suit, not wearing
anything below. I would have put my underwear on but
found it slightly erotic being in bed with Joe naked.
I could easily pretend I was drunk too.
I lay for about 45 minutes, drifting in and out of
sleep and listening to him breathe. My cock had
started to grow. I just couldn't help it as I lay on
my back relishing the excitement of just being naked
in bed with him. He suddenly turned and as he did, one
of his legs straddled mine and his head nestled into
my chest. I froze. His hand then wrapped around me and
brushed my erection. He seemed unaware and I assumed
in his drunken state, he assumed the warm body was his
wife.
I lay frozen and a little numb for another 15-20
minutes and the breathing became much deeper. I
decided to try to get him off me so gently lifted his
arm up and pushed him back. He rolled on to his back
and his legs flopped open in a "V" formation. I pulled
the covers back slightly and in the process revealed
his top half in the light of my bedside lamp. I
snuggled gently up to him and licked his nipple. It
went firm and he moaned slightly. I pulled the covers
back a little more until the covers were tantalisingly
at the "reveal" stage just above his cock. Then I
pulled them fully back.
His cock lay dormant over his balls and this hunk of a
man was before me. I quickly leaned over to my phone
and took a couple of shots thinking I may never see
this again. I gently lowered my head until I was
resting on his stomach looking down at his cock and
lifted the soft flesh with my right hand, stroking as
I pulled back the foreskin and then pushed it back
over again. I put my head further down and tucked his
cock in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the soft
flesh as I caressed his heavy balls. My own cock was
stiff.
I was aware my mouth was filling and realised blood
was rushing at some speed into his cock as it filled
me. In under a minute his organ was standing close to
8 inches long with only the head in my mouth. I gently
wanked it while I sucked. My phone was quickly used
again as I took a picture of my face as his cock
filled my mouth.
After having my fill of oral sex I pulled myself up to
face this beautiful creature in bed, gently kissing
his lips as my hand traced his cheeks. My hands were
on his hips and his were by his side. I wet my finger
and worked it into my hole imagining the pleasure he
could have been giving me if he hadn't been straight
or unconscious. My hole was wet and willing but sadly
my partner was not.
Suddenly he grunted and pulled me closer, my legs
still slightly open so that his legs went between mine
and his hard cock pushed into my balls. Even in his
drunken sleep his body was thrusting in an animal-like
fashion. I lifted my legs further until I was in a
slightly awkward position of having both legs up
towards my chest while still facing him.
His cock was still humping, trying to find something
to do. I gripped it and aimed it to my arse which was
still slightly slick. At first his cock tried to enter
in one hard push and I had to grip and control it. I
wet myself more and aimed once more and this time the
head plopped in. The humping continued as I tried hard
to control the automated fucking machine. Soon I had
about half of him inside me and at no stage had he
stopped humping so this was difficult.
Once his subconscious knew he was embedded in flesh,
the animal took over and he started really fucking. He
was saying something as he did it but I had no idea
what. It was never going to be a romantic episode as
he fucked. My hole was quite sore but the pain was
exquisite as his big manly cock fucked me. I held him
tight with my legs around his back terrified that he
might waken and realise what was happening. His
movement became more erratic and I realised he was
pumping cum in my hole. With a few more thrusts, he
dumped a hefty load inside me, and then simply pulled
his cock out and turned over to continue sleeping.
I slipped from the bed and went to the toilet, my
fingers exploring my hole and releasing his liquid as
it ran down my legs. I took some of it and rubbed it
on my cock to bring myself very quickly to an almighty
orgasm, firing my load in the sink. Once clean, I
pulled on my briefs and slipped back into bed and was
soon contentedly asleep.
Joe was up and it was the sound of the shower which
brought me into the real world. I slid out of bed and
watched morning television until he appeared, once
more with his towel wrapped around him.
"Looks great out there today," he said. "Obviously you
can't hold your drink so I let you have a few minutes
more in bed. I feel great today!"
I quietly thought, "So do I!"
There's no point in taking you through the day but
needless to say the afternoon and evening were a
mirror of the previous one. If anything Joe was
drinking slightly more. He pointed out that I could
drive back home the next day anyway.
I didn't dare hope I could repeat the previous night's
exploits so had no illusions anything was going to
happen. When he started to knock back whisky shots
though, I wondered if it might!
This time it was slightly different. I was sure that
Joe had no idea that anything had happened the night
before but during the evening he was a lot chattier
and did comment more than once, of not knowing why he
was so horny.
"If I wasn't a married man," he said, "I'd love to
pick up some bitch and give her a seeing to!"
I quietly thought, "Like you did last night?"
Probably his horniness had been brought about by his
sex with me the previous night.
When we got back to the B&B, it took all my skills to
keep him quiet and get him to our room which
thankfully was at the back of the building in an
extension. He sat on the bed and asked me to pull his
shoes off which I did. He fumbled with the shirt and
the belt but finally was standing in front of me
naked.
"Not bad for my age, is it?" he said looking down.
He walked into the shower room and again, pissed and
washed himself down but came out and asked me to dry
him which I did. As I did his cock slightly grew.
"See told you I was fucking horny, didn't I? Just as
well we don't have female engineers eh?"
He crashed back on the bed so I stripped and prepared
for bed coming into the room to find him stroking his
cock.
"You're a fit look lad yourself," he said.
"Thanks," I said, not sure where he was heading with
this as he looked at me and wanked his cock.
I climbed into bed and lay beside him. He was talking
slightly incoherently and I just lay as he spoke until
finally there was silence. I looked over and he was
stark naked in the bed, his eyes closed, his stiff
cock in his hand, sound asleep. I quietly took a
couple more pics.
I lay totally still for over 30 minutes, naked on the
uncovered bed and waited until his breathing was deep,
bordering on snoring. His cock was soft again. I knelt
up on my side of the bed looking down on his naked
body and then dropped my head to take his cock in my
mouth. The breathing slightly stopped with my initial
contact and then resumed its steady pace. The reaction
was not immediate but I found this time I could handle
him a little more firmly so I took his balls in my
hand and cupped my fingers around them almost making a
cock ring as I sucked. The result was quick. His
breathing again slightly shallowed and as it did, his
cock started its swift rise to full mast.
I was a bit drunker too and probably a bit more brazen
than the previous night so I lifted my leg and
straddled him so that my cock and balls lay on his. I
gripped both cocks together and started to wank them
as one. The feeling was electric. Another few pictures
were in order as I wanked. He was snoring but also
giving little contented grunts as I continued. I
needed more of him.
I slid down his legs and once again took his stiff
cock in my mouth slurping the full length rather
carelessly. Joe, however, was quietly grunting,
mumbling and thrusting his cock into me all at the
same time. He seemed to be having one hell of a dream.
I went into the shower room and rummaged through my
toilet back for some hand cream I had (even workmen
get chaffed hands). I slithered it on my arse and ran
back to the room, once again sitting astride Joe. I
gripped his hard cock and aimed it at my hole, slowly
lowering myself on to his stiff pole. All was going
well until in Joe's dream he decided to "give that
bitch a seeing to," and rammed his cock straight into
my arse all the way to the hilt.
It took all my self-control not to scream. I had
little time to recover as his cock started thrusting
into me. It wasn't the steady thrust of a fully
conscious male fucking a female but a slightly more
erratic variant.
His cock would thrust in, slightly pull back, slightly
push in then he would go silent. When I moved, even a
little, the cock would be hammered back in again.
Obviously fucking in your sleep is a slightly
different experience. I was able to let Joe fuck me
like this for about 10 minutes but the hand cream was
drying in and my hole was beginning to ache a little
with his big cock.
I slid off him and went back to get the wet face
cloth, wiping the remnants of the cream off his cock.
This time I wanted his load in my mouth. I just hoped
I could make it happen without wakening him.
I had once read that to cum in your sleep, a man has
to be partially awake. It was difficult to cum whilst
in a deep sleep. What I did was to wank him until he
grumbled a bit, did his thrusting and then waited
until his breathing went back to the steady rhythm.
Then I would suck him a little and then go back to
wanking. His cock stayed rigid throughout this long
procedure.
I was about 25 minutes in when I was aware his cock
was harder than it had been before and I felt I was
getting him near. His dick started to spasm slightly
so I put my mouth down over it and grabbed my own cock
with my left hand. Sure enough the familiar thrusting
meant he was on his way and a jet of cum rocketed out
of the tip hitting my face. My mouth quickly covered
what felt like 4 or 5 more spurts. Joe grunted as I
shot cum over my leg which was tucked under me as I
sat alongside him on the bed.
Once again Joe, grunted something like, "Gotta sleep,"
and rolled over.
I mopped up and again had the sleep of my life.
On the way home the following day Joe commented on how
clear his head felt considering how drunk he had been.
"You know Ron, you must come with me next time we have
a job like this. You're obviously good for me and know
how to look after a guy when he's had too much to
drink."
I smiled.
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www.kewtieboy.blogspot.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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