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Hey guys, this is the second and final part of The window fitters. It’s a paid chapter, but I’ve left plenty to keep you all entertained!
A brief summary: the unnamed protagonist is working from home while two window fitters are doing their job. After a run, he takes a shower and, half-naked, goes to the bedroom only to discover that the two men are in there to install one of the last windows. And desire takes over.
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……..“What’s wrong, aren’t you enjoying it?” Fred was still sitting on the floor, his eyes fixed on my cock as he spoke.
“The opposite, I don’t want to spoil it too soon.” Rob’s cock was still protruding from the ladder, and I felt like I was speaking into a large microphone. The temptation to wrap again my lips around its glistening head was overwhelming.
Finally, Fred stood up, leaning against the ladder in front of me. It was too much to bear: father and son, both standing there with their hard-ons on display as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, Rob’s cock jutting between my face and Fred’s, just inches away. I could appreciate every vein, every bump, the shiny head; and, I’m sure, his father could too!
And Fred... OMFG, that man was made to turn me on! Not because he was older—no, I’m not particularly interested in “daddy” types—it was his body and his unassuming attitude.
Like I said, there was nothing special about him in theory, yet, to me, he was perfect. Fred was compact, and by that I don’t mean small; it’s hard to put into words, but imagine a body that ticks all the right boxes with minimal effort. Well, Fred was like that to me. And the ensemble was enhanced by the salt and pepper hair that covered his torso like a soft down.
Oh, and I haven’t even mentioned his cock yet. Well...nothing average about that: it was larger and heftier than both mine and his son’s. Nothing I’d never seen before, yet it was somehow unexpected in someone like Fred: neither his body nor his laid back attitude seemed to match it, and that’s precisely what made him even hotter.
Fred’s cock was large, with the thickest part in the midsection.
“You like it, huh?” He spat into his hand and began stroking his manhood without taking his eyes off me.
It was hard to imagine that this was the same polite, rather shy man I’d seen around the house the previous few days, and it was that contrast that made everything so damn exciting. I might have expected this swagger from Rob, instead, once again, it seemed like his son was waiting to take a leaf out of his father’s book. Maybe I hadn’t been wrong about the boss/apprentice dynamic after all…
Since Fred seemed to be challenging me, I decided to play along. Now it was my turn to stare at him. I wrapped my hand around Rob’s balls, caressing them and pulling them down a little, making his cock stand even more, then I leaned forward, taking it into my mouth, slowly, almost aimlessly, just for the pleasure of feeling its weight inside me, the pleasure of sucking, swirling my tongue around its head, all while his father watched, just inches away. Fred could have simply leaned in and joined me; I wouldn’t have minded sharing. Instead, he just stood there, licking his lips and staring at me with a mischievous smile in his eyes.
He leaned against the ladder, placed a hand on his son’s back and gently pushed him towards my face, so that his cock was once again deep in my throat. As he did so, I grabbed his dick, still wet with his saliva, and began stroking it, feeling its varying width in my palm and playing with the prominent edge of its head. I can’t tell if it was because his father’s hand was on his back or because he’d seen me holding Fred’s cock while he thrusted in me, but I was sure Rob’s rod was harder than it had been a couple of minutes earlier: the shaft in my mouth felt absolutely solid.
Suddenly, Fred pulled away from me; Rob must have sensed something was wrong because he, too, stopped thrusting, though his cock remained in my mouth. I looked up and saw them both looking toward the bedroom door.
I turned and saw Archie standing in the doorway.
