The bosses other son Pt 4.
A long bank holiday weekend was justified after the hard graft we had all put in. Sean was off for some much needed time with his family and I had never been away from home in my adult life alone. I was lapping up the new found freedom I had. I was feeling adventurous and restless at the same time. Sean had only been gone a matter of minutes and I had already found a new pal. Alex the Polish plasterer, who was here for a few days and staying in the, almost derelict, cottage next to the one Sean and I had called home for the last week or so. Alex was stunning, typical European looks, tanned skin, striking blue eyes, fair hair. Slim, toned and clean shaven. I could already tell he didn't have a gay inkling in his body, but for the duration we were friends I was just going to admire him. His smooth legs and big bulge moving from side to side every time he adjusted himself in his seat in front of me. He just oozed sex appeal and I was hiding my semi the best I could, putting one away in the "wank bank" for later.
We chatted for an hour or so, his English better than half the Scottish people I knew. He was over with his brother looking for work for the holidays. He was smart and funny, and being similar age with a passion for football we clicked instantly.
"Do you party?", Alex asked me as I finished my second beer.
"What do you mean mate? Like take drugs?".
"No", he laughed, "party? House party?".
"Ah, right. Aye mate, whenever I'm home with my mates".
"You want to party?", he asked doing a wee dance in his seat, "my friend has a big house in the next town and is having party tonight. You come?".
"Eh, aye mate. Thanks!", I replied enthusiastically. Hopefull there would be more European eye candy to swatch when there.
Alex's mates did not disappoint. They were like an Olympic team full of fit hotties. They had put on a huge spread and I hadn't eaten, so all was good. We were only 15 minutes away from the site but I knew it would be a long night, so we didn't bother booking a return cab. Alex introduced me to some of his mates, they were all in the trades or labourers. Fit as fuck and thankfully all spoke great English, when I was in the group conversation they all switched so I didn't feel left out, honestly never met a nicer bunch of people. The girls were also stunning and I felt absolutely no pressure to hook up with any of them. The music was jumping and I went in search of the source.
We were in a big warehouse style loft apartment just next to a port, all open plan. A few sofas here and there, a bar full of booze. They even had a keg connected up, with spares. I made my way over to the speakers and clocked the DJ. He was hot. Over 6 foot, short cropped blonde hair and long gold stubble. His arms and chest muscles under his basketball top. A few tattoos and tanned. He was focused at the mixing, bouncing along with the hard dance beats. He must have felt my stare and he looked up from the decks. His eyes were electric blue, piercing into mine as my dick twitched. This cunt was stunning. He lifted his bottle and motioned at me towards the bar, I gave him a thumbs up and fetched us two ice cold beers. He took one from me and put his finger up, as if telling me to wait until his mix was over. He nailed it, to me he was world class but then again I was drooling over his arse in his shiny blue trackies as he was bent over. Oaft. I couldn't stop myself.
Back to reality, my bottle chinked as he cheersed me.
"You are Alex's friend? Ricky?", he asked. His accent thick and as hot as he was. I had a wee shiver.
"Aye mate, some mixing by the way", I blurted out, sounding like an absolute fanny.
"Cheers mate, I'm nearly done. Wait there".
I hung about, awkwardly until he was done. I looked over at the bar area and Alex was chatting up this gorgeous lass, he was totally punching above his weight but she seemed into him. He nodded over towards the DJ guy and gave me a wink. What the fuck was going on? He beckoned me over and we took a few steps towards each other.
"You like guys", he said. And he wasn't asking me, he was telling me.
Normally this is the point I shit myself, but Alex was just as friendly as before. I nodded to him.
"His name is Luca. My brother is his best friend. Luca likes guys too."
And with that he punched my arm, stuck his tounge out sming and walked away. Fuck! It was a bit much to take in, but as I looked back I saw Luca and the next DJ start swapping places, he caught my line of sight again and my stomach flipped. I was not expecting to get any action today but as always never ruled it out. This was better than any work bonus. Luca smiled at me, and it was clear now that I had been discussed before with him. Being so far away from any city, meeting another guy for some cock fun was a rarity. I couldn't help but think cockily that he must be relieved I wasn't a munter. I staggered back across to him again.
"Honestly mate, that was some set. Sorry I missed the start". I said as I put my hand out to him. Checking out his muscles and bulge in his trackies.
"Glag you like it buddy. Have you been here long?". He was panting, sweating from dancing about and the heat. He gripped my hand longer than he should, hard at first and then softer but didn't let go. I looked down at our hands, his larger than mines. Rough, his small scar marks highlighted with his dark tan.
"Not long. Want to get another drink".
He nodded and we went back to the bar area, he mixed us up a couple of pint glasses full of spirits and mixers, I've no idea what was in them but it was strong and tasty. Just like him. We sat on one of the sofas, had some small talk. Got to know each other a bit.
"This is some gaff, eh?", I said.
"Thanks man. Took me a while to make it habitable to live and work in but I had a lot of help from my mates".
"Shit, is this your place! Fucking hell. It's dynamite mate. What is it you do?", I asked trying to not sound too enthusiastic. I wasn't 100% sure he was into me yet, he was playing it cool and I had to tell myself to do the same.
"I'm a welder. It's my company that is based here, we fix machines. All boring. I am an artist too, I like sculpture. Would you like to see?". Did he have to ask?
Luca must have only been 5 years older than I was, but clearly had his life sorted out. We got up and I followed him out of the main area folk were in, glancing back to see Alex giving me a comical "whoop". Cheeky cunt, I had been totally set up. As we went round the corridor, away from the noise, we approached a heavy, large metal rolling door. Luca slid it and beyond was a huge space. Well lit with large windows, iron pillars dotted about and his personal space was near the door, a huge bed and sofa with a large TV and games console. Beyond that several clumps of metal that vaguely resembled some sort of creatures, they were rough but striking. We walked over to an open plan kitchen area and downed our drinks.
"You have a boyfriend then?", Luca just blurted out.
"Not for a long time. It's so quiet here. It's hard".
We both realised his slip of the tounge and our minds were clearly elsewhere. He looked at the outline of his soft cock in his trackies and back at me, we both just laughed and we relaxed. Getting another beer he showed me around his living space and his artwork. He was deep, really into making something with his life, as wel as being creative. As he showed me a painting he had bought, worth hundreds apparently, I think he realised I just wasn't that into art. His arm went round my shoulder as he finished pointing out the meaning of it. I turned and looked up at him. His handsome jawline defined with his blonde stubble. The veins on his muscular neck throbbing as he necked his beer and he glanced down at me staring at him. He looked at my lips, then my eyes as he lowered his head to mine and we kissed. He was strong and yet so soft to begin with. Dropping his bottle he spun me round and pushed his tounge into my mouth. I felt his cock stirring in his trackies, dropped my beer too and with one hand on his tight round arse, I placed the other onto his dick. He was semi and already huge. Luca pulled back.
"Listen, mate. I'm so horny and I really fancy you. Like really, but...",
I wasnt expecting to be cut short. Slightly surprised I just nodded, "Sorry mate, I think it was that drink, it's went right to my head".
He grabbed my head and kissed me again, his now pulsating dick hard against my waist. He pulled away again. "No Ricky, I don't just want a quick fuck and go".
His phrasing was cute as fuck but I got what he was trying to say. I think that having a different culture, one that was a bit more honest than a Scottish one, some things could get lost in translation, but I seen where he was going. Yeah I might have been up for dating and taking things slow, had it not been for one thing. Sean.
Since the moment I twigged I might be getting laid tonight I've used this blonde, Swedish hunk as a means to forget him. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind, even in my tender years knowing full well that guys like Sean, in his fledgling years of experimenting with guys, could be volatile to invest feelings in. And I was starting to get feelings, I thought. It was a first for me too.
I stepped back and Luca kissed my head. Grabbing his huge cock through his trackies and said "look what you do to me man. I want you too. What do you say? Will we do this again but slow?".
I smiled, and nodded. Knowing full well I had no idea if I would repeat this night or not. He kissed me again and cupped my balls and dick, squeezing gently, his hand massive around my semi.
Just then the door knocked and we pulled away as Alex's brother entered. What the fuck was he doing here? Who was watching the site?
"Oh hi you guys, hope I not interrupting" he said cheekily.
"Have you met Stefan?" Luca asked.
I walked over and shook his hand. "I've seen you on site, how you doing mate?".
"Good thank you. I see you and my buddy here are getting on good? And don't worry pal, I know some of those other guys wouldn't understand. I say nothing".
I smiled and Luca winked at me. We all headed back to the party.
"What's happening on site mate? We were supposed to leave someone there?", I asked as we reached the bar again.
"Oh Chris arrived back on his own. He was looking sad and pissed off man. He went into your cottage and said I could leave if I wanted".
"Ah, cool. Well, I think I should maybe head then too. I share with his brother and he's maybe needing to talk to someone".
I knew fine well if Chris was back he had fallen out with his parents or the idiot of a girl he was seeing. Probably wanting to get drunk and wank at porn with me, my mind raced at the thought. I missed Sean, but having his brother in my gaff with his cock out would settle as a good replacement this weekend.
My cab arrived and Luca walked me down the stairs of the warehouse to the street outside. Before we got to the door, he pinned me against the wall forcefully. I got tingles from my head to my feet as he kissed me.
"We see each other again then Ricky?".
I smiled and this time I knew that we would. What I had with Sean was good and horny but it wasnt going anywhere was it? I had to think of myself too. Knowing Chris was back and probably looking for me, his "straight" wank buddy only cemented that I was too young to worry about getting emotional with a guy who wasn't even sure who he was, never mind one with family commitments. He was where he should be, and who knows, maybe seeing his ex and the kids could re-ignite something. I was clearly just trying to play down what I was about to do earlier with Luca. At least a wank with Sean's brother, looking and not touching was justifiable, while still allowing the horny demon that drove my libido out to play for a bit. I was only 21 for fuck sake.
I didn't realise how drunk I actually was until the taxi was swerving down the dark cliff top roads that took me back to the site. The moon shining on the sea being the only light. I couldn't stop thinking of Luca and his big arms and his thick cock. I wanted it, to taste him the way I did Sean. There he was again. I couldn't go long without him popping up. I remembered our last encounter, him cumming in my ass after I came in his. Work boots, sweat and dust. I was hard again, and in the dark of the back of the cab I played with the outline of my dick through my jeans. Not long and Chris and I would be wanking away to the porno I got for him, the same one his big brother fucked me to in my first night at the cottage. Precum leaked from my pulsating shaft as I rubbed it more, having to stop before it became too much.
The cab pulled up to our cottage at the end of the row, I didn't see a car so Chris must have parked at his mums and come looking for me. I walked up the path, the flickering light from the tv illuminating the kitchen curtains. I could smell weed as I approached the door, which was odd as Chris wasnt a puffer, or as far as I knew. I opened the door quietly and could see it was a music channel playing. I was expecting to find Chris, boxers at ankles, drunk and pulling away at his perfect, 7 inch dick. The toilet flushed and a figure moved into the light of the telly and looked towards me. With the saddest look that made my heart flip, it was Sean. Staring at me and then the floor as he spoke.
"Mate... I'm sorry if you had plans. I had to come back. It's just... mate...", he paused as I heard how upset he was. I walked over to him.
"Hey mate, it's alright. Are you alright? What's happened?".
There was a tension in the air, one I hadn't felt before. Sean had been drinking, the whisky was well tanned into, we were both past tipsy.
"I met that Polish guy, he said you were at his mates party and I told him to go too. I didn't want you to feel you had to come home or that".
"No don't be daft, he said you were Chris", I laughed.
"He's called me that since we met, he's got mixed up".
Sean poured us a whisky and ice and sat next to me on the sofa. Staring at his drink and eventually having a swig and looking at me. His eyes were so sad, dark and with such depth. He was clearly in conflict here.
"Do you want to talk about it? Was it something that happened at the cabin?" I asked.
He huffed and I could see he was holding back tears. Breathing deep, he returned his gaze to the glass and nodded. Ashamed he was emotional somehow. My feelings pushed away to the back of my mind, I had to be here for him as a friend. He didn't have anyone else to confide in, and it's not as if us fuckng each other was anything serious. Was it?
"We were only there a few hours and Donna says she had to talk with me", he finally said.
I took a swig of my whisky, hoping this wasnt going to end horribly for him.
"She said that she's met someone and it's getting quite serious but she didn't want the kids to meet him if I wasn't okay with it".
"Mate that's a great thing though. I mean, shes a stunning woman and you said it was definitely over, but... how does this make you feel?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder.
He reached up and put his hand onto mine and squeezed it before returning to his pose, staring at the floor. Not wanting me to see him vulnerable, him being the older guy. The dad in the room.
"No, I an absolutely fine. The guy sounds great, I know it's what she needs too. It's just... after she told me and we were cool with it, arranged for me to meet the guy and stuff, she asked if I was seeing anyone."
"Oh right", I said. Feeling bad he didn't have anyone to say that he was.
My heart sank, my immediate reaction thinking he was seeing someone else. Then I clicked that he meant me. I didn't know what to say, we just sat in silence.
"That's not all", he continued, "she said right away she was happy for me and then pure right out of nowhere asked me if it was a guy".
Fuck! Sean and Chris' parents were not exactly the most progressive kind of people. My heart raced.
Sean shook his head and laughed nervously.
"Fuck all. I just fucking bolted. I drove all the way back, half cut. I didn't know what to do mate. What if she says something? What if I lose the kids?".
I grabbed him and embraced him. He buried his face in my shoulder. I held the back of his head as he sniffed. Fuck! What the actual fuck? He must have been all over the place. I wasnt surprised when he pulled away.
"Listen, mate, you're too young to get involved in all this shite and I'm sorry for putting my problems on you. We are just having such a laugh and I've never been as happy, fuck or even turned on by anyone in my life as the last wee while with you".
He was right, it was a lot to put on me and my head was spinning. Between this and Luca my head was pickled. Sean could see it too. He stood up.
"I'm going to head back up to the house, it's been a long day and I think I've said enough", he said sounding almost sarcastic.
"Sean, don't be daft. It sounds like you've got a load of shit going on and I think the last thing you need is to be alone. Stay".
He looked at me, knowing I was right.
"We should maybe just lay off a bit then eh?" He said.
"If that's what you want, no worries".
"Just take it as pals and that, have a laugh no hastle" he said again as he put down his glass.
"Absolutely mate, whatever you need", I replied not taking my eyes from his as our breathing both got heavy, something was building between us.
"I'll just stay out the way and try not look at you. Best to just stop what's been going on".
I nodded, "I'll fix the shower so we can use it separately too".
With that we stopped. The air fell silent. Out of nowhere Sean rushed at me. Throwing me against the wall as he kissed me, harder than ever before. The two of us, lips locked, banging our chests together. Breathing deep, hars and fast. My hands on his waist, his holding my head in place as he devoured me. Humping me as he sucked on my neck. Grinding his already solid cock into mines. I pushed him back, ripping open his shirt, buttons popping. I went right to his hairy chest, breathing deep as I sucked on a nipple, pulling his sleeve off as I lifted his arm and took in deep his manly, musky smell under his arm. I took my t shirt off as he undone my buckle. I fumbled with his. Trousers at ankles we embraced again, falling to the floor and cocks sword fighting under the fabric of our boxers. Shoes, denims and boxers all off.
We were on the rug in front of the TV. The softness of his chest hair on me, the stiffness of his prick as it was joined once again beside mines as he slid on top of me. I pushed his head down towards my cock. Fuck all this chat, we were into each other. End of story. And right now I wanted his mouth round my dick. He lapped it up hungrilly. Sucking me as he pulled my balls and fingered my hole. He came up for air, kissing me and straddling my chest. He held my head at both sides as he forcefully shoved my face into his groin. I opened my mouth and swallowed him, nose buried deep in his neat pubes as he fucked my face, I gripped his muscular hairy thighs, holding as he thrusts in rhythm.
Back in an embrace we kissed and rolled around the floor until I ended up face down in the carpet. I looked over my shoulder as Sean kissed down my spine and to my arse, his tounge flicking my ass crack and digging into meet my twitching sphincter. His eyes locked mines as he got me wet. Placing his arms next to my shoulders as he came back up and positioned himself on my back, lining up his stiff, 7.5 inch rock hard dick to my ring, he pushed in. Hard, grunting in my ear. Further, quicker than ever before. Right inside me, arm around my chest as his full weight fell on me. Pumping me, breathing hard on my neck. The two of us sweating as he grinds into me, my cock squashed on the floor. My breath was taken as he drilled me into a frenzy, in me, owning me.
"Ah, ah ah..." is all I can yell as he pummeled into me and the slap of skin on skin grew faster.
"Take it baby, oh take it deep. Feel my cock right in you, you like that?"
"Fuck me, harder. Fuck me", I was lost. Totally gone. His rock hard cock sliding deep within my arse, almost all the way out and then back in, ball deep. Hitting my spot, stars appearing in the corners of my eyes.
Sean screamed in my ear, "take my spunk Ricky, take it baby" as he shot his load. Deep inside me. Spurt after spurt, he groaned and fell onto me. The heat from his jizz warming me from the inside.
Without hesitating, he pulled out, spun me round and kneeling, pulled me back onto his dick. Slipping it back in again, holding my waist as he fucked his cum deeper in me. My dick swinging around, looking at his rugged, stubbly face. His animal grunting again as I started spraying cum over my abdomen and one or two shots up onto his chest. I eased him out and he lay next to me, cuddling up behind me, panting, kissing my neck. The two of us high as fuck on each other and the smell of our cum heavy in the air.
We lay like that for a few minutes. Him nibbling my neck and ear as he ran his rough hands all over my body, holding me tight.
"Ricky. Can I ask you something" he whispered as I stirred out of my fuck induced dream.
He squeezed me again, I could feel him smile. He was truly happiest when covered in my cum.
"Don't ever fix the shower, eh?".
We both laughed and headed to my bed. Not even washing the cum, knowing full well we probably wouldn't make it through the night without some more being spread around.
Something changed that night, and it was just the beginning. Fresh and new for us both, so many horizons to explore. And limits to be explored, sex felt new. I got hard again just thinking of what the next few weeks would bring. I pulled Sean into me, his head on my chest as he drifted off. I didn't know where we would end up but for now it was horny, and happy and this cunt made me cum like I had never before. And that was enough for one summer. Just as I started to drift of with him, Sean sleepily stirred.
"Here... if you thought I was Chris, then why were you in such a hurry to get back?".
I pretended to snore and ignore him, hoping that he'd forget and not ask me again again. I didn't even want to think what his reaction would be if he found out.
