Woring with Wood

I'd been massaging his balls and gently sucking the head while my tongue flicked here and there. Then I went as far as I could, driving his cock up to my throat, gurgling and slurping my way up and down shaft.

Pulling off to catch my breath, I recovered a bit and slid my lips back down his delicious cock. As I ravaged his cock, he settled in, resting on the edge of the workbench and leaning back on his hands.

All this had my dick is leaking, leaving drops on the saw-dusted floor...I was crazy horny and yearning to fuck him, but I was hesitant to leave his gorgeous cock and that salty taste of pleasure. I loved how it felt in my lips, but I knew we were both ready to sample another pleasure, when he grinned, handing me the lube.

I took one last savoring trek down over his cock, as he was urging me to stand and let him spread on the lube.

When I finally succumbed, he reached down to lube my cock for me, and looked into my eyes, "Guess I'm a little horny for the hunky carpenter."

Without another word, he anxiously pushed the tools off to the side, hopped up on the bench and placed his feet on the very edge, using both hands to spread his cheeks for me. He was tight as fuck, but I was so steely hard, I barely needed a hand to guide it in.

When I penetrated him there was this chorus of pleasured moans from both of us. I grinned, "Guess I hit the target...just right!"

With both hands, he pulled my face to his. With arousal still fresh on my lips, I felt his tongue caress mine, dipping deep into my mouth, and stirring our passion.

When our lips parted I started in, pumping steady as he moaned, "God damn, I taste it...yeah, fuck me...and make me drip more...fuck me...fuck meeeeee!"

He responded by reaching out to grab my ass and pull me in hard and deep. "Oh god...that's it...hit it hard...fuck me...hard...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah, split me...split me in open!"

It took a lot of control to not just cut loose, but I wanted him to cum with me. Quickly building toward release, I speeded up but continued grinding super deep, with him groaning, "Oh my god...yeah...yeah...yeah...I'm there...dude...fuckkkkkkkkk!"

That's all the encouragement I needed, slamming him hard, till his body was shuddering, and contracting around my cock. He was moaning loud, and I could feel it crashing through him, as he spilled the steamy warmth over his belly.

Some even splashed over me as his cock bobbed and bounced.

As he was finishing, I went for slower, long, deep thrusts. Just starting to feel it, it was coming up from my balls and my cock was throbbing in his ass's tight embrace.

The tingling sensation was working its way up the shaft, and finally exploding into his hunky, yearning body.

The cock pulsing hot seed, coupled with long, deep thrusts seemed to push him over the edge, again...with a small bit of aftermath, leaking from his cock. He moaned, "Fuuuuuuckkkkkk...oh my god, that...that...oh god!"

We held each other, fighting to hang on to those last seconds of a shared ecstasy, till we both exhaled and collapsed.

Now, I was on top of the bench, with him still pleasuring me with sensuous little squeezes, as my cock softened. He laughed, "Mmmm...that's a baby for sure...that's a baby load! I can feel it startin' to kick!"

Fast forward, Bryan told Tara all about our shop encounter, and she teased him, because we hadn't really finished all the molding. He was short a couple pieces, plus he wanted to do an additional doorway.

I told him I'd finish things and drop them off...but I too knew he was interested in spending more time in the shop.

Tara was going out of town, and a little disappointed she couldn't play too, but she got in some good teasing...about working wood...and getting wood. It was all in fun, but an easy win for Tara.

Midweek he texted me photos of the door frame and the window trim, all stained and finished.

Again, I texted back that I'd pick up the wood to finish things up, but again he responded, "Let's do it together...if you let me work your wood, you can work mine..."

That text was immediately followed with a dick pic...a handsomely hard dick pic. He's got a beautiful cock and the hunky body to go with it, and I'm not about to pass that up, responding, "LOL...this Saturday...I'll have all the wood and lube we'll need!"

A few minutes later he texted, "Hey dude, wish I was there, now!"

"Me too...see you on Saturday."

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Before he arrived, I had taken a shower, only to find myself standing in front of the mirror. I looked at myself...still lean and muscled...in semi arousal mode, with my dick hanging thick and heavy between my legs. I reached down and worked my fist over it a couple of times, pondering a quick one, but deciding to save it for Bryan.

I slipped on a pair of showy, low-cut briefs, adjusting my junk to fit and admiring the profile with a quick squeeze. Again, I was tempted to stroke one out...but I resisted, because he was about to arrive.

When he walked into the house, I admired his usual handsome smile, "I'd offer you a beer but maybe we hold off till we finish with power tools."

He laughed, "Probably a wise choice."

The trim went fast, because it was just router work, and then we finished up the door frame fascia, giving it all a good sanding.

"Dude, now I think we need that beer...be right back."

Knowing what was ahead, I anxiously descended the stairs and walked back to the shop. He was sweeping up sawdust but wearing only underwear and a big grin. "Thought I'd clean up a bit for the next part of the project...and get the lube ready."

My eyes roamed over his muscled chest and abs, before returning to his handsome blue eyes. Obviously, he spotted the shadow in my pants when I handed him the beer, because he grinned, tracing it with the bottle.

Unbuckling them, I smiled, "Guess working with wood is something we both get into...but this's where the real wood comes out."

My jeans fell to the floor, and I kicked them aside, watching him take a couple sips, and a long, lingering look. My cock throbbed, almost breaking free of the tight cotton, holding everything in place. Stretching upright and leaning left, it made a long, thick print in the skimpy tight underwear...showing every inch I had to offer.

Taking another sip, he grinned, "Holy shit, you got that right...that's some nice fuckin' wood!"

Exploring with his fingers, it was like he was recording the shape and girth in his brain. He savored every inch, closing his grip to hold the shaft, as I flexed. He got an exuberant child-like grin, "Ohhhh...fuck yeah....do that again...flex it...flex that big hog for me!"

I did the same to him...but he was just past semi and growing. I love a rock-hard cock just as much as anybody, but feeling one grow in your hand (or mouth) is over-the-top-fucking-hot.

He dropped to his knees, freeing my erection, and shoving it through his lips.

I put my hands on his head and started pumping into his mouth, teasing his throat. His lips were stretched wide around the shaft, with the head at the very back of his mouth, making him gag and sputter.

"Fuck dude, that feels really good, look up into my eyes while you're sucking it...yeah, that's my man."

He surprised me, when he spread my ass and pumped a finger inside. I remember moaning, "Fuck yeah," tightening my grip on his head and pumping faster.

When I saw the bulge in his cheek, I nearly lost it...he was about to be rewarded, so I had to pull out and push things back.

Feeling it pass, I went at it again, teasing him with a few cock slaps and pressing it into his cheek...this time on the outside. I grinned, "Mmmm...ready for that mouth again."

"My mouth's ready for it," he grinned.

He immediately goes to work, licking up and down the shaft, and making out with it...kissing...slurping...and sucking.

"Yeah, suck it...yeah...yeah...just...just like that!"

Slow at first, I start to face fuck him, again...but...that pace didn't last. I quickly lost myself in the pleasure, grabbing the back of his head, and going faster.

After a few minutes, he was gazing up into my eyes, and I could tell he needed a breather. When I let him pull off, he was breathing heavy and swallowing. While he was working me, he'd taken his cock out, shoving the waistband under his balls...it was beautiful sight, all rock hard and drooling.

Anxious to take it in my lips, I helped him slip the underwear off, and sit up on the layout table.

Pressing my lips over the crown and sliding down the shaft, I pulled back and licked the head, probing the slit, and circling the ridge.

Tasting his musky arousal, I love the slippery texture of his hardened flesh against my tongue. I ran my tongue over every square inch, feeling its manly hardness and heat against my tongue.

My hands were on his ass and driving his dick deeper into my mouth. I savored the face fuck for a good long time before moaning, "I gotta have your pussy, dude!"

I went back for more dick, teasing my throat, but that didn't last long, before he was spreading his legs and offering up his pucker.

I stroked my cock, spreading on lube and teasing his hole. Circling the pucker with the head, I watched him anxiously spread it open for me.

Pushing just inside, I smirked, "What do you think?"

He moaned with pleasure, "Ohhhh god...I think I need that...fuck me with the wood!"

Horny as fuck, he moaned again when I got to the halfway point, "Oh yeah...give me that pornstar wood...I want it all...fuck me!"

The tight, embrace of his ass, felt amazing as I worked deeper...deeper into the warmth. When I hit bottom, I grinded my pubes into him. Feeling it deep and caressing his insides, ignited a hot, insatiable lust that we both embraced, and I started pumping harder...and harder till the shop was awash with manly grunts and moans.

Going at it like teenagers in a backseat, it wasn't long before he was jacking and moaning, "God damn...ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah, just like that...fuck...ohhhh fuckkkk!"

"Fucckkkkkkk...ya got me there," he moaned as his entire body shuddered, and the taut muscle tightened on my cock. I watched as he let go of his cock and it erupted, spraying glistening droplets over his abs.

I looked into his eyes and winked, licking his belly; with his tight rippled abs, and the musky, salty warmth, my tongue savored the rewards. I made one pass and went directly to the source, wrapping my lips tight around his cock and sucking it dry.

I slurped the last thick, viscous drops from his cock, holding them on my tongue, before swallowing. The manly taste lingered on my tongue, as I let him slip from my mouth.

I remember helping him down and bending him over the bench. This is my favorite position, because you can watch it sink inside...what could be better? I was rock hard and starting to fuck him from behind, I remember groaning, "Yeah...yeah, you're still...still crazy tight!"

My hips rolled forward with an aching hunger that took his breath away. Pumping him with long, greedy thrusts, I quickly found a rhythm that was powerful and relentless. I could feel the intensity of my focus, the way I was lost in pleasure. The sound of our groans, mingled with the wet, rhythmic slaps of sexual need, and he looked back grinning, "Let me do it...let me fuck myself."

His hips rolled back to drive it deep, impaling himself on the whole shaft. Eagerly fucking himself, he moaned, "Ohhhh...oh god yeah...yeah...oh yeah!"

"Yeah, ride it...ride that dick...fuck yourself...yeah...yeah...you love it, don't you?"

Driving his ass back and rocking it to each side, "Yeah, love the wood...and woodworking...love that too!"

I couldn't control myself and started meeting his thrusts, hammering him and running my hands over his back and muscled shoulders.

Exploring his hunky body, I groped his chest, down over his abs and then to his ass...that gorgeous, rounded ass. I gave it a good swat, dug my fingers into the firmness, and dragged his hunky body back onto my aching dick. "Fffffuck...you're tight...mmmm...tight just like your wife...damn she's always tight!"

Then he laughed, "She's not always tight after you're done...yeah...yeah...slam that ass...slam that tight ass...yeah...yeah...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, slam it...slam it hard!"

I knew I was at my limit, and slammed forward, grunting and dumping a massive load deep in his man-pussy.

He groaned with satisfaction as he felt the steamy hot reward, flooding his insides. Then he pushed back hard, grinding it deep and squeezing, milking my cock of every last drop.

When the orgasm finally lulled, I slowly pulled out, still rock hard and tingling with sated pleasure. I just remember hugging him and snuggling into the warmth of his body as I came down from the high.

He turned his head the best he could, and just got a glimpse of a radiant smile, "Fuck that was hot! Rob, that was amazing!"

"You know every time I look at this trim-work around the doorways and windows, I'll be thinking about getting that big-ass erection and shop sex!

"Could happen...just bend Tara over one of those windowsills...I doubt she'll mind."

He laughed, "Good fucking call...that's brilliant!"

When I peeled myself off him, and stood up, he grinned, "Fuckkkk...look at that! It's still semi...you got wood...wanna do it again?"

Despite what just happened, my cock twitched at the thought, and I grinned, "Guess, you just can't get enough...what all did you have in mind?"

To cut a long story short, I got another blowjob in the shower, and I returned the favor, of course; we parted that night with hot memories of woodworking sex, and cum lingering on our lips.

Before Bryan headed home, we texted Tara. We really had to because she was so disappointed and did some teasing. It was a dick pic of the two of us, "Let's do date night at Rob's shop and do some woodworking...starting with these!"

Before she could respond, we followed up with meeting request.

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It was a week or so when I was in the greenhouse repotting a couple things, when Bryan showed up with a 6-pack, "Hey, with the wives out to dinner, I thought we could do some woodworking and knock back a few."

I don't know where my head was, but I cluelessly said, "Sounds good...what's the project? if I don't have something, we can run out to get lumber."

"Oh, I'm sure you got all the wood for what I have in mind." He took out a beer to hand to me but grinned, dragging it over my crotch, "and it's all right here."

I grinned, "Well then, let's just sit back, have a beer, and see what project you have in mind."

As soon as he finished his, he grinned, working his hand into my shorts, and wrapping it around my cock. He stroked it a few times, before looking up and going for my belt, "Let's just take it out."

I moaned, "Mmmm yeah," fumbling to get the shorts and underwear pushed down. I raised my ass off the chair, and watched it bob free as Bryan moaned, "Fuckkkk yeahhhhhh!"

I pulled a heavy breath through my lips, as he began working his hand up and down the shaft. Swirling his tongue all over the head, with lust in his eyes, he looked up, "Fuckkkk the pornstar's out...and I need to suck it!"

Then with a serious look but still smiling, he spoke, "Sometimes I can't believe my luck...or our luck...you started out as our sort-of sex coach, helping me keep Tara and becoming part of our threesome...you were my best man...and we're still sharing her, happily...and she's happily sharing me.

I smiled, "What's that saying? If you have a happy wife, you'll have a happy life...I think it goes both ways."

Almost tearful with sincerity he said, "And this makes me happy...you make me happy."

Then he grinned, "Let me make you happy," and began licking up and down the shaft, skillfully teasing the ridge, which always drives me crazy.

Reaching for my balls, he carefully held the top of my scrotum and pushing them into the sack's bottom, weighing each of them in his hand.

"Dude, they're heavy...they need a good draining...don't ya think?"

With manly lust radiating from his sexy blue eyes, I thought...mmmm...not turning that down, and nodded, "Yeah...yeah, they do."

Holding his gaze into my eyes, he lovingly licked and sucked each one into his mouth, as he stroked the cock bobbing in his face.

Then he trailed his fingers over the shaft, with a big shitty grin, "You know...this's damn nice wood...quality craftsmanship, thick sturdy hardwood...looks like oak...feels like oak."

He admired it, stroked it a couple times, but then looked up at me and grinned as he slapped it over his cheek. "Yup...that's quality...quality craftsmanship!"

Returning to the crown, he took it in his lips and pushed down the shaft. Bobbing up and down its thick girth, he took 4 or 5 inches, just enough to tease his throat.

"Ohhhh yeah...Bryan, that's it...yeah...yeah, work it...work that cock." I teased him as he tugged at my hips, urging me to fuck his mouth, "Work that cock...drain it...yeah...yeah...yeah, drain those big...heavy balls...they're so full...all that cum...all of it's just waiting for you."

I worked my hand into his shorts, to cup his butt cheek, and he shifted his body to make it easier...and he started working my cock faster.

When my fingers found his crack, I circled the tight pucker and pumped inside.

He pulled off, "Let me help," slipping his shorts off and spreading his legs a little.

I moaned, "Yeah, good call," quickly finding my target, again. Slowly pushing it into the heat, I added a second finger and then a third. He eagerly savored the penetration, moaning into my cock, and clenching around my fingers.

I moaned, "Fuck, that's hot...squeeze'm like my cock...yeah...yeah, like that!"

That's where it hit me, and my cock erupted, flexing within his lips. I emptied my balls into his mouth, moaning with each pleasured pulse, with my fingers still knuckle-deep in his ass.

When I went off, he felt the warmth flood over his tongue and his lips tightened around the shaft. His hand gently cupped my balls, feeling them jump as they released their precious seed.

After I finished, I watched him swallow every drop, taking the shaft in his hand, and grinning at me with pride. Clearly pleased with his efforts, he spotted a lingering strand forming and took the tip back in his lips, to slurp it down.

Then I felt him swirl his tongue over the head, before popping it out of his mouth. I smiled, "Fuck...sorry that came so fast! When imagined my cock inside you, and you squeezed...I couldn't hold it back!"

He licked his lips, grinning, "No need to fantasize...I think you still got enough wood to finish that job, too!"