The bosses other son Pt. 5
I awoke the next morning a little sore to say the least. The fuck frenzy that Sean and I ended up in last night was part whisky, part pure animal lust. I looked over and he was still asleep, facing me with his head on his arm. His summer tan still deep brown and his short black hair ruffled. I stared at his big long eyelashes and his chiseled features under his dark stubble that was longer than usual. This man was everything, literally. We had kicked off the duvet during the night, so I could see him in his full glory. Muscled arms, his hairy abs and thick legs. His dark tattoos on his arms and leg framing him like an Adonis. And that arse, hard and round with a delicate dark fuzz over it. It was easy to see why I was so into him. And I knew he felt the same way. Although I was fairer, in both skin, hair and eyes you could tell I'd been in the sun, I was looking the best I had ever. My arms growing like my chest was through all the graft, I still had a slim waist and my frame was slighter than his, but we just fitted each other. His hairy to my smooth, his braun and hard to my lean but defined. His eyes deep and sometimes sad, mines bright and eager with youth.
I think I was still tipsy, and as he started to stir I pulled myself into him. I really didn't like showing him the effect he had on me, so this dreamlike slumber would have to end soon. He was warm, and smelled every inch a man who had fucked last night and it was intoxicating. Aftershave, alcohol and that sweet musk of mixed man sweat from a few hours ago. I saw his eyes flinch and I closed mines. I could feel him looking at me the way I had just looked at him. His hand gently stroking my shoulders and back of my neck. I felt his cock swell towards me, as mine arose to greet it. His slightly thicker and longer than my quite hefty 7" but again another perfect match. He gripped both of our cocks together and thrust gently. Still staring at me. I eventually opened my eyes as I was about to cum, we stared at each other with no words as he pumped our rock hard dicks, pressed hard together. Back and forth as we looked into each other more than we ever had. Those sexy big brown eyes, my deep green ones reflecting back at me from within them. His muscled arm jerking us into a frenzy until we both came at exactly the same time, breathing in rhythm. Covered in the warm wetness, we pressed our sweaty foreheads together and just held each other. We both got up, jumped straight into the shower and quickly soaped each other up and cleaned each others bodies. The whole time we hadn't said a word to each other, just in unison. We had got to know each other so well being confined in the small space, working every day together. Now sleeping together. I knew every single inch of his body, and he mines. The hunger he had for me, spending all those years craving to live his true self and be with another man. It was mind blowing. Yet there was something within me telling me to keep it from going too far, the sensible part of me I'd always had. The part that told me to focus on my trade, build a future, have fun and be young. Yet when I was with him, every single part of that was beginning to fade more and more with each passing day. It was consuming my every thought. Sean stepped out of the shower as the hot ran out and I allowed the cold water to shake me back to reality again. I had to keep in control of this, be the mature one, because in gay terms I was the adult here. I had been where he is right now, fuck, I should still be there. Shouldn't I?
Sean dissapeaed up to his dad's house as I cleaned up the cottage. Spunk stains on the carpet, on the wall. We had to be more careful, but try telling that to two drunk and horned up tradies in the summer heat. I stripped the bed too, I would need to get this laundered before his mother noticed anything when she cleaned the place.
Sean returned clutching 2 plates covered in tinfoil. His dick bouncing about behind the thin fabric of his football shorts, his big white smile beaming like a kid who just won a goldfish at a carnival.
"Sunday scran! Mum and dad are back already, they have someone in from the big hotel up the road cooking for them, get tore in", he said as he placed the plates on the dining table in the open plan kitchen and living area we had now made our home. "Oh and dad wants you to pop up and see them later, didn't sound serious", he threw in casually at the end.
This was unusual, but I wasn't too worried. We had worked like mad to get this project finished and the other 5 cottages were almost done. We were due to start on our cottage so that must have been what he wanted. We sat down to a five star breakfast. Sean's mum had done her wrist in playing golf, so they had employed a chef it seemed until she healed. I'm sure it was one of their relatives who owned the grand Victorian hotel and spa just outside of town. They were definitely not short of a few quid, and who cares. Free breakfast, I'm happy. Sean kept smiling at me from across the table and rubbing his bare knee against mine. He was like the cat that got the cream. Give it another couple of hours and he was getting mines, the sexy cunt.
I washed the plates and headed to the door, as I passed Sean he grabbed me by the neck and planted a long, hard kiss. Cupping my nuts through my black nylon shorts as he did. "Fancy a beer and a joint in the dunes again later?" He said looking down at me with that killer smile. I nodded and he kissed my forehead and patted my arse as I walked away. It was hot outside, this summer was the best I'd seen in years. The heat hit me instantly and by the time I had walked past the row of cottages and up the long driveway to the big house I was sweating.
I was greeted at the door by an over eager Chris. He smiled at me and took my shoulder as he ushered me in to the massive reception hallway. I was only now starting to see Sean in him. They had the same smile and even though their eyes were different colours, they were the same shape. You could definitely tell they were related, I suppose now I've stared at his brothers face in bed and as he fucked me, I was getting used to his features. From memory their dicks were similar, though the most I'd seen of Chris was as he wanked beside me, half pissed. I could never get a proper look for fear of being caught, but he was showing off a hefty bulge in his gray joggers today.
"Mate! Not seen you in ages man, come on in. Dads expecting you, I'll take you up to his office".
Fuck. I'd only ever seen my boss, their dad, on site and in the portakabin. I followed Chris up the huge staircase winding up the side of the double height hall, my eyes fixed on his ass all the way. I was seeing a lot more of Sean in him now at every glance. There were double doors just at the top of the stairs, at a balcony overlooking the hall. Chris knocked and I followed him in. The room was huge, a large desk backed onto a full length window, looking out across the back lawn and out to the sea. Shelves lined the walls with leather clad books, in between sporting trophies and dimly lit modern artwork. There was a small bar in the corner, with two modern black leather couches at the side. "Come in, come in", my boss beckoned to us, "take a seat lads".
Mr McKenzie was another handsome bugger. He must have been in his late 50s but looked much younger. His fair hair, short and cropped in. His sexy eyes twinkled like Chris' do, deep blue. He hadn't shaved and it suited him. Thick silver stubble on sunkist skin. He had such a cracking smile too, and he clearly worked out. Dressed in a tight black t shirt and faded blue Jean's that hugged his asre and meaty looking packet. He walked over to the bar and as Chris and I sat on one couch, he sat opposite, placing two cold Buds in front of us and returning to pour himself a whisky. I noted it was the same brand Sean and I got pissed on the night we met. Chris chinked my bottle "Cheers mate, not done this in ages man".
I was still nervous. What the fuck was this about? "Won't keep you long pal, just need to run some things past you and I need you to be completely honest with me, right?". Mr McKenzie was never really one for chatting to us. It was always either Chris or Mrs McKenzie that relayed instructions to the foreman for us. This was unusual but I tried to play it cool and took a swig from my beer.
And with that my throat seized up and I couldn't swallow. I glanced at Chris who was looking at me intently. I put my beer back down and tried to act casual. "Yeah? How what's up?".
"We need a word because... well, we need to know the truth about him. And it's too sensitive to talk to him about. We noticed you two have spent a lot of time together at work and outside working hours". Mr McKenzie stopped for a swig of whisky, Chris didn't let silence fall and butted in.
"Mate, you know from before our problems with Sean. It took my mums best effort to get him here after it fell apart with Donna. We are all getting closer, but we dont want to scare him off..." he paused. I knew where this was going. I was like a rabbit in the headlights.
"Ricky", Mr McKenzie continued, "he came bounding up here today happier than I've ever seen him. He's dying to get to work in the morning, he's committed. He's on time. He's a different man, son. And we think that's down to you". Chris nodded in agreement.
"Oh really?" I answered, my voice shaking.
"Aye mate" Chris said, still nodding.
Mr McKenzie drained his glass and looked at me. "Ricky, I need you to be honest here, because a lot relies on it... do you think Sean could be..."
I necked the rest of my beer. Fuck, I was hating this, I wanted away from here now.
"Do you think Sean could be interested in learning a trade? Like you? Maybe an electrician?"
I nearly burst out laughing, mostly with relief. I seriously thought the game was up.
"It's just he's a different man from the one who left here all those years ago. I feel like I've got my brother back", Chris said happily.
"And me my son", Mr McKenzie piped in. I didn't know where to look.
"Aye, well, yeah I guess so?" I said.
They were right though. He had totally gotten his head screwed on, minus the slip up with Donna yesterday but he was already resolving that. I heard them speaking on the phone when I was getting ready. But it seemed she wasn't going to be an issue. He was laughing away and I heard him say he'd see her and the kids next week. Chris and his dad explained to me that Donna came from a hard family. They had their fingers in many dodgy pies, mostly a corrupt security firm and scams galore. Her brother was banged up for armed robbery and they were worried Sean was too far gone. It seemed that Sean was smarter than they gave him credit for and knew exactly what he was doing.
Before I left I told my boss to just speak to him, but I really thought that Sean had the makings of an excellent site foreman.
"Yeah, he seems to always be on your arse!" Chris laughed. If only you knew mate, I thought.
Chris took me down to his flat in the basement level and we had another beer. This was great news, we had agreed I was to say they mentioned it in passing and they would get a chat with him tomorrow. Chris pointed at a bottle of Vodka and said "If you're not busy we could get on it? Been a long time since we had a sesh?".
He was saying drink, but I think I knew he meant get pissed and wank next to each other. My dick stirred at the thought of watching him beat his straight meat within inches of me, but I had already made plans tonight.
"Rain check mate? I've told Sean we would so stuff tonight".
Chris looked a bit pissed off, he was my mate after all, but I knew he understood. As much as it would have turned me on like fuck, I didn't want to risk asking either of them if they were comfortable whacking out their cock in front of their own brother and knocking one out to a porno. I know guys do it all the time but this wasn't one of those situations. One in the wank bank for me later though. We arranged to hook up the next Friday and I headed back to the cottage.
I had to chuckle at earlier, I really thought Sean was about to get rumbled. I was really proud of him though, and I hadn't thought until now that maybe I had something to do with Sean and his changed ways. He had done the biggest part, finally admitting to himself who he was. Hopefully things were on the up for him like his dad and brother said. I opened the door of our cottage and Sean was sitting at the table, skinning up. The air was thick with the smell of weed and he had a half empty beer next to him. He looked up as he licked the papers and smiled at me. That fucking smile man. I got butterflies every time, but I'd never let on. It was getting harder to stop them. I didn't care if he was 11 years older than me, we were on the same level. I could tell he was happy I was there, as he stood up his bulge was distinctly larger and it bobbed from side to side under his shorts as he padded barefoot towards me. "What kept you?" He said as he grabbed my neck and pulled my face to his. Gently rubbing our sheathed cocks together as he swayed his hips from side to side.
"Many joints have you had?", I laughed back. We grabbed some beers and the joints from the table and headed over the playing field towards the beach and sand dunes we first messed about in the night we met. We sat on a secluded dune top and watched as the hot summer night fade into dusk. I had said to Sean about his dad commenting on how impressed he was, and although he didn't say anything I knew it meant a lot to him. He was sometimes too much of a man to let me see too. But we both had our reservations, I suppose. Sean put his hand on my leg and ran it up my thigh as he passed me the last of 3 joints we'd had. I was totally feeling them, and the beers. I was unbelievably chilled as we leaned into each other. The light was fading, we were still only in our vest tops and footy shorts. The heat from his hand sent shivers up to my ball sack and he started kissing my neck. I ran my hands through his short, thick black hair as our lips met. Lost in the warm sea breeze and smell of night time, the sound of the waves, the wetness of our tongues dancing against each other. I reached down and felt his thick, rock hard cock through his shorts. A spot of wetness seeped through, neither of us wore underwear around each other. I was gone, the weed, the beer... him. Just in total ecstasy.
I got in front of him, wanting to suck his cock but the sand was going to cause problems. Instead I got into his lap, straddling his waist. I pulled up the leg of my shorts and pulled down the front of his, releasing his hot, wet dick. As I lowered myself onto his dick, lining it up with my hole, he spat in his hand and rubbed it round his dick. It pressed against my ring as I kissed him hard. The tip popped through and we stayed like that for a moment, allowing me to open up, my arsehole relaxing and enveloping his stuff prick. I moved back and forth, piling it into me as Sean stared at me again in awe. Ending the day the way we started it. I threw my arms around his neck as he guided my hips, grinding them onto his cock. My own dick squashed against the fabric of my shorts, soaking the front with pre cum. Sean grunted and let out a moan and I tightened my hoop around his cock. Riding his pole faster and faster. His first spasm sent me over and as he filled my hole with his hot spunk, I filled my shorts with mines. Pulse after pulse of blood rushing through our veins matched the spurts of jizz at they left out bodies. We stayed still, kissing. Him inside me until he flopped out and I had to take off my top to clean us.
I was cold as we walked home, Sean had his arm around me keeping me close to the heat from his sweet smelling armpit. Rubbing my nipple and giving me goosebumps. As soon as we got in he stripped, as he leaned over to drop his shorts I couldn't help myself. I kept him bent over and stuck my face between his hairy ass cheeks, my tongue planting on his hole. Sean grabbed his shins and thrust back onto my face, my mouth lapping his tight, delicious ass. This was amazing, my tongue slipping in as he loosened. He ground into me, still smelling clean and soapy but something was driving me mental. I pushed in further, my tongue wetting the walls of his sphincter as I darted in and out, flicking it and making him moan. Without moving him I stood up, spat on my cock, took both his hands and planted them on the wall, like I was frisking him. I grabbed his shoulders as pressed my tip to his slippery hole. Teasing him. "You want my dick in you big man, don't you?" I growled.
"Aye, aye mate. Stick it in, get your dick in me now".
I slid into him. Hard and fast like he did with me last night and he loved it. Banging him against the wall, by balls slapping is arse. I reached round and he was solid. His dick throbbing. With one hand on his hips and the other gripping is dick I pounded away.
"Fuck me Ricky, that's my boy... fuck me".
I loved it when he called me things like that during sex. Back and forth I slid in and out, building a rhythm up. Steadily. Slap... slap... slap, slap of my nut sack on his arse, building heat around my dick.
"You want my spunk? You want my spunk inside your arse?" I growled back.
As I arched upwards, getting deeper into him, my own hole tightened again too, sending a trickle of Sean's jizz from before down my leg and that was all I needed. I blew my 2nd wad right up him, pumping my balls dry as he let out his across the wall. We groaned and grunted. Emptying whatever was left in our sacks. We came down a bit, and I don't know where it came from but with Sean's hands still on the wall, I withdrew my jizz covered cock and I fell to the floor, sucking the last drop of spunk from his dick and then turned and licked it off the wall. It was the heat of the moment, but had to be done. He laughed, but threw him a glare.
"Just fucking cleaned these today man!", I said.
He laughed, and pulled me up. Kissing me, tasting his own cum from my lips. With a distinct aftertaste of emulsion.
We cleaned up and climbed into bed. Moaning about our sore arses, we had a hard graft tomorrow too. Sean spooned into me as we drifted off, his hairy chest and big arms making me feel safe. Looking back, I wish we had more nights like that. But for now, we were slap bang in the throes of something hot and passionate and it made us feel alive. Nothing good lasts forever, nothing this amazing anyway. This would do for now, we were both into it. Into each other. Call it what you will. We were into something. We were happy, and I'll always remember it like that. The coming weeks were to only make things better, and hotter. I grabbed his arm round me and drifted off. Trying to ignore his cock in the base of my back, well, until our alarms went off at least.
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