Robert

Robert was a hard working man, he sweat for every dollar he earned. Carpentry was no easy business in South Texas, where temperatures rarely dropped below the 90’s and the humidity made life hell. But Robert always liked working with his hands, and even the blistering heat wasn’t enough for him to give up his work for an air-conditioned office. Robert’s latest project was building a deck, porch cover, carport and gazebo in a young woman’s backyard. Robert liked this client, she was sweet and always offered him something to drink making sure he didn’t end up with heat stroke. Most clients didn’t give a shit as long he built the thing level. Robert was finished with the frame of the deck and was getting ready to floor it and put the porch cover on. He’d pre-cut the planks the day before and was only left with nailing them down. Robert reached into his carpenter’s apron for nails and got busy, working his way from the house out. After about 30 minutes of hammering, Robert heard the glass door slide open and he knew he’d find his client standing over him with a pitcher of ice tea. Robert put down his hammer, wiped his brow with a bandana and looked up smiling. Robert was surprised to find a young man standing over him, holding the pitcher of ice tea. "Oh," Robert was startled, "I was expecting your wife." "Oh, Cindy? She’s not my wife," the man explained while pouring a tall glass of tea, "she’s my sister even though we look nothing alike." "Thanks," Robert accepted the glass of tea, "what do you think so far?" "It looks outstanding," he replied, "you do excellent work. But my God, how do you stand the heat?" "You just get used to it, learn to pace yourself." "Well, I’m unduly impressed, there’s no way I could stand this. By the way, I’m Pete." Pete extended his hand and Robert greeted it with a sweaty shake and his name. "Tell you what, Robert," Pete said, "I’ll prepare some lunch, and when you feel like you’ve hit a good time to break just come inside and we’ll have us some eats. Deal?" Pete had a winning smile, the kind no man could deny, so Robert agreed. Robert pressed on, nailing down 2x6 planks, his mind not entirely on his work. Robert wondered if Pete was just being friendly, a trait already displayed by his sister, or was this more? Robert tried not to assume anything, but it was a fact that most people didn’t invite working grunts inside for lunch. At the most, they brought food and drink outside to them. Don’t assume, Robert told himself, you still need to work in this town and one mistake might hurt you big time. Once he finished planking the deck, Robert sat back with his now warm glass of tea and lit a cigarette. He puffed on the smoke while admiring his work. Sweat dripped off his brow as he contemplated the best way to roof the porch. Pre-cut, or cut as I go, he thought, looking up at its frame. The door slid open once again and Pete stuck his head out. "Ready for some brisket?" he asked. "Sure, that sounds great," Robert said with a puff. "Well, c’mon inside." Robert crushed out his cigarette and stepped through the doors. On the table was a huge spread, as if it were a build your own sandwich bar at a deli. Sliced day old brisket sat on a plate, with warmed bbq sauce in a bowl next to it. Pete disappeared momentarily, then came back with a towel and a T-shirt. Pete tugged at Robert’s shirt, lifting it over his head, then handing Robert a towel. Pete then pulled the dry shirt over Robert’s head, and let his fingers trace Robert’s torso before the shirt covered him. It was a little small, but it was dry and Robert was still a little dazed about the events taking place. The men sat down across the table from each other and ate lunch. "Robert," Pete said between bites, "I have something to tell you." "Oh?" Robert tried to be non-chalant. "My sister told me all about you and that’s why I’m here." "Do you need work done?" Robert played dumb. "Actually, I do, but that’s a discussion for later. May I be blunt?" "Sure." "I want you to fuck me." Robert nearly choked on his sandwich. Pete went beyond blunt and the blood rushed to Robert’s face. Pete noticed. "Oh shit," Pete said, "You don’t fuck men, do you?" "Well," Robert tried to regain his composure, "it’s not that. It’s just I don’t get asked like that every day." "Oh, oh, good," Pete sighed with relief, "I thought maybe I’d misread you. So, how about it?" "Well, sure," Robert said, still thinking this was very peculiar. No seduction, no tip toeing, it was very rare for this part of the country, as people still feared being outed. "I need to explain a few things first," Pete said. "I’m married, so this only about sex." "Alright," Robert replied. Pete stood up from the table and motioned for Robert to follow him. Pete led him into a room Cindy used as a home gym. Pete stripped as if he were going to take a shower, and seemed perplexed that Robert didn’t immediately follow his lead. Eventually, Robert did. Pete positioned himself face down on the bench press mat, stomach flat to the board, dick dangling off the edge. He pulled his legs up around the outside of the bench, and curled his fingers around the far end. He stayed in that position silently as Robert finally pulled off his boots and jeans. Robert knelt down to rim the prone man’s muscular ass. He lapped at Pete’s ass, dipping his tongue in and out while stroking his own cock until it was hard. Pete never moved once, never made a sound, never gave Robert any inkling whether he was enjoying it or not. What the fuck, Robert thought, and he plowed his raging cock into the man’s backside. Pete gasped, squeezed his eyes shut and white knuckled the bench. Robert tore into him, fucking him like a whore. Robert’s legs surrounded Pete’s and he grabbed the bench around Pete’s head. With all the force he could muster he fucked Pete hard and long, slamming into him furiously. Robert could see Pete’s face, the man’s teeth were clenched and his forehead wrinkled. Robert couldn’t tell if Pete was enjoying it or not, but he figured Pete would speak up if he didn’t like it. So Robert continued to fuck the man. Pete never moved, never bucked, never twitched. At this point, Robert didn’t care, he was getting his rocks off and Pete’s demeanor only turned him on more. Robert had never fucked such a passive man before and he was discovering just how much he liked it. Robert continued to thrust his cock into Pete’s tight asshole, the squeeze on his meat felt incredible. Slamming deep hard thrusts, the sweat from Robert’s body now dripped onto Pete’s back. Robert felt his wad surge, and he reared back and slammed it home, right up Pete’s ass. Each forceful slam produced a thick burst into the bottom’s canal. Then Robert pulled out, he pressed his dick between his fingers and Pete’s back and shot the rest of his load on the man’s smooth skin. Humping Pete’s back, greedily extracting every drop, Robert watched himself roll off Pete’s back and onto the bench. Pete still didn’t move. When Robert was finally done, he lifted himself off of Pete and started to get dressed again. Finally Pete moved. Getting dressed, Pete looked at Robert as if nothing had happened, and in a businesslike manner he said, "I need an addition put onto my house, and I want you to be my man for the job." Robert knew he hadn’t seen the last of this man’s submissive hole, and he suddenly loved his job more than ever.