This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real, please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were surprised. This is really a silly story with dialog that's not anything to write home about. It's just a simple, dumb fantasy of mine to talk and think dirty like this in a story.
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Being a rabid fan of old cars and motorcycles, it was well overdue to have my garage remodeled into a showplace in the house that I had moved in to a few years earlier. There was an old grungy bare concrete floor and drywall without taped seams and there was only one bare bulb light on the ceiling. I wanted it to be light, bright, and clean in there for my babies - my cars and motorcycles.
I had a friend who was a designer and he gave me the names of a few contractors that he uses for his projects at the design firm he works for. Being gay, as was my friend, I didn't even think of why he always used these contractors. I was about to find out.
The first company to show up for an estimate would be doing the insulation and drywall finishing. There were two guys in their early-40s it looked like and being in my late-20s and always horny I was always eyeing up guys, especially those who worked with their hands for a living. I liked to fantasize about what it would be like if they were take me against my will and rape my tiny asshole and fill it with their hot cum.
These guys had white jumpsuits on which were zipped about halfway down because it was mid-summer and hot and humid. I had an old skin-tight somewhat ragged and faded t-shirt on and some stretchy gym shorts. I never wore underwear, I liked the feeling of being free, and swinging free... I was hoping that I'd be doing some swinging in a little while with these guys.
Matt and Frank came to the front door and since the house was a split-level design, I brought them down a half-level where there was a door into the garage off of the family room. They could probably tell that I was a bachelor because of how sparse the furnishings were but I wasn't sure if Roger, my friend, had mentioned that I was also gay. Roger has told some pretty incredible stories about the insulation guys but I wasn't sure if he was pulling my leg or not.
I was wondering if these guys could tell that I was starting to get horny thinking of them being in the house alone with me and it being so hot in there. I never used the AC, I liked the feeling of being hot, to the point of sweating. I worked at home and lived by myself so who cares? I was sweating and my thin t-shirt was clinging to my upper body and my tan legs were glistening with sweat. They each unzipped their jumpsuits a few more inches and asked if I minded if they slipped out of the upper portion of them and tied the sleeves around their waists because it was so hot in there.
I said that I didn't mind that at all, "You two can do what you want, whatever makes you feel good do it. If you need to tie your sleeves around your waist or tie anything else up or whatever, just do it, don't even ask. I'm open for anything."
Matt said, "Thanks, we may just do that. Roger said that you were open for anything."
I wasn't sure if he was teasing me or if they really were starting to think about raping me in my own house!
I added, "Why don't you two come in my back door and we can check out the work that needs to be done."
Frank said, "Coming into your back door sounds great to both of us, the sooner the better. We're both ready to come into your back door right now."
I was starting to get a real feeling that this was going to turn into a big, sweaty pile of human flesh writhing around and all sorts of bodily fluids being squirted out and exchanged with me on the receiving end of most of that action. That sounded great to me, I was about as horny as I've ever been at that point just talking about all of these dirty situations by using sexual inuendo with Matt and Frank. They knew how to talk dirty without really talking dirty, too.
We went into my back door, the back door to my garage, that is, and Frank and Matt followed closely, maybe a little too closely. I pushed on the door to go into the garage and it stuck but we were all walking towards the door and assuming that it would open. Frank bumped into me from behind and I could feel his hardening cock through his jumpsuit pressing between my sweaty butt cheeks as he plowed into me from behind. We all stopped dead because I hadn't opened the door yet but Frank kept pushing against me, pushing his hard cock into my ass through the fabric of his jumpsuit and my loose, short, stretchy gym shorts.
I said, "Sorry about making you plow into me from behind, Frank, my back door is stuck shut and it needs to be hammered on a bit to get it to open."
I was surprised that the two of them had just run into the back of me and we stood there for what seemed like quite a while, but in reality, it was probably only a few seconds. I was fumbling with the door and Frank was still pressing hard into my back and ass cheeks. He was driving his pelvis into my butt cheeks trying to get the door to open by pushing against me, basically dry-humping into my ass trying to get the garage door to open! I could feel his cock stabbing against my sweaty, tender asshole through my gym shorts as he kept pushing against me, cramming me into that shut door.
Frank said, "I'm sorry about plowing into you from behind but I had my mind on other things and I didn't see that your back door was stuck shut. I'd like to try to pound on your back door for a while to see if I can get it to loosen up and let Matt and myself in. Once we get into your back door we can get down to business."
