It was a hot day, and I was out doing my laps in the pool when the roofers arrived. They had started the previous afternoon, just diddling around and getting their supplies where they wanted them. The older of the two was a well-turned-out, chiseled-featured, and solidly built dude, probably in his early forties, with prematurely graying dark hair. He looked like he'd taken real good care of himself, most likely from a good many roofing jobs. It was the younger guy who had caught my eye, though; Blond, tanned, and lithe, but with good muscle tone and an easy-going brilliant, blue-eyed smile. All and all, however, I hadn't given either of them much thought. I needed to work on my own tan to be ready for the premiere of my latest action-adventure film.
I was alone when I started my laps, but I had heard a noise over by the house and had looked up when doing a turn at the far side of the pool, to be startled by seeing the two men there at the house end of the water. The older guy had his eyes glued on me doing my laps. He had stripped off his shirt and was wearing loose-fitting painter's pants that dipped well below his navel. I had been right in thinking he was a solid, well-built dude; heavily and very nicely muscled, with good abs that hadn't started going to a beer belly yet. But what I saw beyond him took my breath away. The younger, blond guy was standing more over toward the house, not looking toward me, and was just then stripping off his tank top, to reveal a deeply tanned, well-developed chest that tapered down to a thin waist. He was wearing short shorts and big cloggy hiking boots. He had an equipment belt tied around his waist that pulled the top of his shorts down to nearly an exhibitionist level. He twisted his torso around, while he was gathering his long, blond hair at the back and tied it into a pony tail.
I rose up out of the water and waved hospitably in their direction before resuming my laps. The older dude grinned and waved back, and the younger man just acknowledged my gesture with a tilt of his head and a shy smile before he started up the ladder to the lower part of the house roof.
Sometime later, while I was laying out on the chaise to dry and add to my tan, I sensed something blocking out the sun and opened my eyes. Standing over me was Ricky, my agent and occasional lover.
"Just checking in, Steve," he said, as he sat down and laid a hand on my upper thigh. "Have you had time to read the Hersey script I sent over yet?"
"No, not yet," I answered. I unbuttoned two buttons down low on his shirt and snaked my hand in to run up his abs onto his chest and tweak one of his nipples. Ricky's hand traveled on up my thigh and covered my basket over my swimming briefs. He leaned down and gave me a light kiss on the mouth.
"You're lookin' good," he said, "and so inviting. Unfortunately, I've gotta' run; lots to do today." Despite this, he pulled my trunks down to free my dick and leaned down, pushed the foreskin off the glans with his lips, and gave me a sucking kiss on my cock before covering me up again and rising.
"Ciao, baby. Gotta go. But you can bet I'll be back later."
I hadn't even thought about the guys working on the roof, but obviously they had seen my encounter with Rick. Very soon afterward, I found I was being blocked by the sun again. When I opened my eyes this time, there stood the older dude. He was standing there with a somewhat sloppy grin on his face, his fingers notched on either side of his pants tops bring them down to within a fraction of an inch above where his cock was rooted. As it was, he was showing a good deal of skin and pubic hair.
"Excuse me, Mr. Remington, but there's something I think you need to see up on the roof before we do any more work."
"Yes, sure, I'll come up and have a look," I answered. I rose up off the chaise and took a towel and started toweling myself off as we crossed to the ladder. The older dude motioned me to go up first, which I did, with him following close behind, but my foot slipped when I was about two thirds of the way up. Before I could go off balance, though, two strong hands were there to support me. One caught me on the left thigh, just above the back of the knee, while the one on the right caught me right in the crotch, and I felt a thick finger slide up under my swim trunks and touch the base of my cock, under my balls. We hung there for a long moment, before I managed to say, "I've got my footing now, thanks. I can go on up."
When I got to the top of the roof, I asked which direction I should go, and the older dude directed me up toward the peak of the lower roof over a section of the house screened from the street by the two-story main house. I could see the younger dude's upper body and I headed over that way. He was standing or kneeling beyond the peak of the roof. His smile was still a little shy, but this time I could see that he was checking me out, probably wondering where he'd seen me before and not realizing that it had been on a movie screen, where I did strip down to the waist in every movie to give the voyeurs a buzz but where I usually was more fully clothed than now. I could still feel the older dude right behind me, one beefy hand on my hip to help steady my progress.
