The Tradesman (Patreon)

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My experience growing up was pretty different from what a lot of young gay guys go through. I never really had the feeling of having a deep, dark secret brewing inside me. I wasn't worried that I'd be 'outed' or that I'd be bullied for being different. I knew I was gay from a young age, but it just didn't seem like such a big deal to me.

Perhaps my life was made easier by the fact that I was completely masculine. It wasn't by choice either, I just didn't act gay, and so nobody suspected me of being anything other than a normal, eighteen year old young man.

I don't know if I'd describe myself as hot but I certainly got enough attention from the ladies. Naturally enough, I rarely returned it and so most of the time, I was accused of being a bit of an asshole. I had short jet black hair, a jawline that even my closest friends envied, and had recently gotten my first tattoo, which, much to the horror of my parents, wrapped around my entire neck.

I hadn't had a partner by the time I reached adulthood. I hadn't even had sex, which was starting to pique the interest of my friends. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex, I just hadn't found anybody to do it with. The town I lived in was small and somewhat old fashioned, so every young gay man, including me, remained firmly in the closet, which meant nobody knew about anybody else.

I got my first job as a roofer with a friend of the family. Jim was a nice guy, in his late thirties and pretty decent looking too. I didn't think of him in any way other than as a friend, and now, a boss, but a few weeks into the job, that all changed.

We'd been working through the day, and by the time we finished, neither of us were much in the mood to do anything but go home. We jumped into the van and were on our way. As we usually did, we chatted about random shit until finally he blurted it out.

"You know I haven't had sex with my wife in nearly a year?" He said, and I could tell that he'd been eager to get it off his chest.

"That sucks" I replied, but wasn't sure what else he wanted me to say.

"Marriage" he scoffed, "don't fall into that trap".

"I don't plan to" I laughed, and watched as he lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out the window.

"Pathetic, isn't it? A married man beating off every night instead of fucking his wife".

At first, the conversation sounded like standard natter between tradesmen. Every guy in my family had a trade. My dad was a plumber, my brother, an electrician and my uncle, a roofer, so I was more than used to the vile topics of conversation. This however, was beginning to reach the private details that tradesmen rarely spoke about.

"Have you tried just talking to her?" I asked, not feeling qualified to give a guy who was twice my age, life advice.

He scoffed and shook his head, "if only it was that easy, mate".

We continued in silence for a few minutes before Jim spoke again.

"Make the most of it" he nodded, flicking his cigarette out the window, "all the fun you're having now" he continued, "enjoy it while you can!".

"I wouldn't say that I'm having lots of fun" I laughed

He glanced at me from the side but continued driving.

"Oh really?" He asked, "and why is that?"

"No idea" I lied

"Ah come on, a handsome guy like you? There's got to be a reason".

I wasn't sure how to respond. Sure, I wasn't ashamed to be gay, but what if things became weird between us if I told him? What if he didn't want to work with me anymore?

I shrugged.

"Have you had sex at all?" He pressed, and I felt my cheeks blush.

"No" I replied truthfully, and his neck nearly snapped as he gawped at me.

"No?!" He gasped, and nearly swerved the van.

"Is that a shock?" I laughed, though I could feel my face become even more red.

"Mate, when I was your age I'd fucked half of the town!"

"Lucky you" I smirked.

Jim seemed to get lost in thought for a while, and as we drove, the sky opened and heavy rain began to pour.

"I know what it is" he finally said, and a grin spread across his handsome, stubbled face. "You're one of those religious nuts, aren't you? Saving it for marriage".

I scoffed as I glanced back at him.

"No, I'm not"

"Then what?" He laughed, "what eighteen-year-old lad doesn't want to get their dick wet?"

"I didn't say that I didn't want to" I said, and felt myself getting a little frustrated, "I said I just haven't done it yet".

The cogs in Jim's mind seemed to race until finally he had his lightbulb moment. I didn't need him to say it, I knew he knew.

The following minutes were the most awkward of my life. Jim stopped talking. His eyes remained firmly on the road, and we were both aware that we each knew what the other person was thinking.

I knew it had been a bad idea. He'd probably tell my uncle, who would then tell my dad, who would then tell my mom and so on so forth until my life changed completely. I wanted to punch myself, I was stupid for even talking about it, how could I be so...

"Right" he said abruptly, and turned the van off the road and down a side street, "we're gonna sort this out".

I stared at him curiously. Was he going to bring me to a brothel or something? Try some crazy conversion therapy on me? I stayed silent as we drove through the rain, down a long country road surrounded by trees until finally we rolled to a stop in a small, empty parking lot.

"Jump into the back" he said, and reached over to the glove compartment, opening it up to reveal a box of chocolates, three condoms and a small bottle of lube.

My eyes widened and my heart began to race.

"It was for Valentines Day" he sighed, "but she had a 'headache'"

I was frozen to the chair. Perhaps I was wrong, but it sounded as though Jim was offering something that I had never in my wildest dreams expected Jim to offer.

He looked at me and laughed.

"No need to look so scared" he said, taking out the condoms and lube, "I'm not going to cut it off".

He got out of the van and into the rain, and a moment later I heard the back door open and him getting inside. It was a big van, and the back was separated from the front. There were no windows in it, and was mainly used for holding tools.

I remained in the seat, unsure what the fuck to do next. I'd known the guy for years, and yes he was very fucking hot, but he felt like part of my family. I couldn't count how many times I'd come home from school to find him sitting at the table with my dad and uncle.

Maybe it was a joke? Maybe he was just testing me to see if I was a weird little gay teenager. But what if it wasn't. I'd finally lose the all important V card, and I'd be doing it with someone who I found pretty fucking attractive. Not only that, but I trusted Jim, a lot.

As I continued to ponder the insane situation that I was now in, he banged on the partition.

"Come on" he laughed, "it's not going to suck itself".

"Fuck it" I whispered to myself, and unclipped the seatbelt before sliding from the van.

I took another look around the long empty road and reached for the back door. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest at any moment, and as I opened the door, the stench of paint and chemicals hit me like it so often did.

It was dark, but the light from outside spilled in and I found Jim sitting on a ladder at the back, a smile on his face and his hand around a long, delicious looking cock. I gulped as I climbed inside.

"You're not nervous are you?" He laughed, as he watched me fumble my way around the van.

"No" I lied, "I just... I'm..."

"Ah you are nervous" he grinned, and stood up so that his Snickers trousers fell down to his ankles, and only his grey boxers remained around his hairy thighs.

"It's only sex" he said, and beckoned me over to him.

I felt numb with nerves, but my eyes remained firmly on the seven inch rod that stuck out from a large bush of pubic hair. He was circumcised, and his cock was darker than the rest of his body. It felt so terribly strange to be looking at Jim like this.

I stood inches from him now. I could smell the remnants of his morning spritz of cheap deodorant and the more powerful waft of sweat that he'd worked up throughout the day. Instead of repulsing me however, his odour stiffened my cock.

"Hold it" he smiled, and shook his erection.

I swallowed again, and slowly reached for his cock. I'd never touched anybody else's dick before, but it was easy to know what to expect. I closed my hand around the shaft and pulled the skin toward me.

"Do your folks know?" He whispered, and I shook my head as I stroked him.

"So we'll both keep quiet about this then" he added, and I nodded.

I continued staring at his pole, watching as the skin hugged the bottom of his pale helmet and became taut as I slid my hand back down the shaft. I was mesmerised, and horny. Very fucking horny.

"Pull them down" he said, tugging at my work trousers.

I used my free hand to unbutton and unzip them, and Jim took over from there. He slid them down to my knees, roughly yanked my boxers down under my balls, and fingered my six inch boner into his strong, rough hand.

It felt like sandpaper, though not in a bad way. A bead of pre-cum spilled from my slit almost immediately and began to coat my rod as he jerked me.

"I draw the line at sucking" he chuckled, "I hope you don't mind. You're more than welcome to suck mine though".

I didn't care. I wasn't particularly bothered about him sucking me, I was focused solely on the cock in my hand.

As the two of us stood there jerking each other's cocks, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He was bigger than me, older than me and more experienced than me, and I felt a little ridiculous as his tool became slick with pre-cum.

"It's okay" he whispered, and gave my prick a squeeze, "the first time is always awkward, so let me take over".

I nodded.

Jim released his grip around me and unzipped my jacket. I wasn't stupid, I knew there was no love involved. He wanted to bust a load, and I was okay with that. My jacket fell to the dusty floor of the van and he pulled my t-shirt over my head.

"Have you ever fucked your ass with anything?" He asked, and hearing Jim speak to me like this was strange to say the least.

"Um..." My face burned, "I uh... My fingers" I told him, and he nodded.

"On your knees" he said, and I obeyed him.

I still held his rod in my hand, but now I was facing it and his ripe musk filled my nostrils, causing another spillage from my cock.

"Nice and slow" he whispered, pulling my head toward his warm crotch.

This was it. I was about to suck my first cock, and I still couldn't quite believe it was Jim's.

I brought my head closer until his wet glans rubbed against my lips, and I tasted him for the first time. It was lightly salty, but nothing I didn't like. I took him into my mouth and felt his slick cock slide across my tongue and into my throat.

I expected to gag, but it seemed quite easy to contain it, even as Jim pushed deeper and deeper until my nose became buried in his pubes.

"Jesus" he groaned, pressing his hairy balls against my chin, "you sure you haven't done this before?"

I mumbled back an unintelligible response as Jim began to gasp and slowly started to fuck my mouth. There wasn't much of a taste off his cock, other than his pre-cum that was now drooling onto my tongue. The sounds of squelching as he pushed my throat muscles apart, filled the back of the dark van, and I reached for my aching dick as it continued.

His hand continued to guide my head, pushing and pulling, keeping me in place, speeding up and slowing down. I simply allowed him to control me, like some mindless, cock sucking zombie.

His breathing had become heavier now, and his groans had softened and quickened. I was enjoying this more than I would have ever expected to, not that I had ever expected it.

"Alright, come on" he said, and helped me to my feet.

I wiped my mouth of pre-cum and drool and watched as he jumped from the van with his trousers around his thighs.

"You're not afraid of a bit of rain, are you?" He smirked, and pumped his cock from the outside.

My eyes widened.

"Relax" he continued, "nobody will see you".

My body shook slightly, but I was far too horny to decline. I dragged my trousers up my legs and hopped out behind him. The cold rain drenched my naked torso quickly as Jim took me by the wrist and walked me back to the front of the van.

"It's too cramped in there" he told me, turning me to face the windscreen. "Hands on the hood" he continued, and I felt my trousers and underwear being yanked to my ankles.

My hands slipped on the hood, so I ended up laying over it instead. As strange as it was, being naked in the rain was turning me on almost as much as Jim was. He reached between my legs, pulled my cock backwards and stroked it as I moaned.

"Ready to lose your virginity?" He asked, thumbing my frenulum which caused a shiver of pleasure to burst through my pole.

I nodded eagerly.

"Condom or bare?" He asked, and I felt something cool and wet slide between my ass cheeks.

"Uh... I... I..." The idea of being fucked raw by a family friend was too much to turn down.

I looked back at him, and found the condom and bottle of lube in his hands.

"Bare" I said, and a devious grin crossed his face.

I turned back, placing my cheek on the wet hood and gasped as his finger slipped inside me. It was thick and long, and sent sparks through my drooling cock which he continued to squeeze and pump. He explored my insides, twisting and poking, prodding and pulling until a second one pushed in.

"Fuck" I moaned, my prostate being massaged.

Jim fingered me, increasing in speed and power with each passing second until I cried out from pleasure.

"Ready?" He asked, his fingers rapidly fucking me.

I could't speak, I was too fucking horny.

I felt his hands around my waist, pulling me onto his cock. His wet glans pushed against my virgin opening, causing me to wince as it began to spread apart.

"Ouch!" I gasped.

"Relax your ass" he told me, reaching around pumping my solid cock once more.

I took a breath, and as I did, Jim thrust into me. The lube had helped, and whilst it certainly burned, it wasn't the worst pain in the world either. I felt fuller and fuller by the second, gasping and moaning as he entered me deeper, until finally, all seven inches of the man were embedded in my hole.

"Keep breathing" he whispered, as the rain became heavier, "I'm going to fuck you now".

I nodded, and Jim pulled out before shoving it back in, causing me to moan and gasp in unison. The pain quickly abated, and was replaced by pure pleasure.

Jim's cock angled perfectly, slamming off my sensitive prostate with each firm stroke and causing me to tremble.

He continued, speeding up and grunting like a wild animal as he pounded me roughly.

"Fuck I've missed this" he growled, his balls slamming against me as the rain drenched us.

My legs began to buckle as a handsfree orgasm approached rapidly. Jim held my waist, dragging me back and forward, sliding my naked body across the wet hood as he impaled me.

"I'm gonna cum" I cried, unable to do a thing but take his drooling cock.

"So am I" he replied, fucking me harder than I thought possible.

Everything in my body buzzed with pleasure as the fire inside my balls began. It was more powerful than anything I had felt before. It spread through me, rushing into my cock and across the rest of my body.

I felt Jim's tool expand inside as he moaned gutturally and began pumping his thick, warm load deep into my bowels.

As it happened, my own rod spasmed of it's own accord and shot five or six ropes of cum across the bumper. I whimpered and moaned as Jim continued to fuck the rest of us sperm deep inside me.

He was breathless by the time he finished, as was I. He kept his cock inside my worn hole as it softened, until a moment later when his phone rang.

Instead of pulling out of me, Jim remained inside as he answered.

"Oh hey Mick" he said, and squeezed my ass.

I almost held my breath as Jim spoke to my dad, with his cock still buried in my full hole.

"Yeah he's doing fine, we're just finishing up here and I'll get him home to you" he laughed.

"I'd love to stay for dinner. Great, see you then".

Jim hung up and finally his flaccid, wet cock slipped out of me.

"Looks like I'm joining you for dinner" he laughed, pulling up his trousers, "reckon you can keep that load inside you?"

I stood up and felt a dribble of it slide from my aching ring.

"I can try" I smirked, and the two of us dressed and headed home.