getting clean

by robert craig

Bruce stands at the window and watches Roy repairing the broken porch step. Shirtless under a hot sun. Soaked with sweat. Sawdust covers his hairy chest and arms. His hair is dark and thick contrasting his pale skin. Farmer’s tan.

Roy is a little muscular from work, not working out. He is lean from being alone for a few years. Simple, but focused. The heavy carpenter’s belt sags his pants low, a bush of dark pubes pushing out of the waistband of his briefs. 

Inside, Bruce slides his hand down his shorts. He cups his balls and feels himself swell and thicken. He stands and watches while Roy repairs. But he doesn't go out. He watches and waits. Wants to go out, but hesitates. Stuck. Spinning thoughts darken, slowly spiraling. 

Roy puts the nail gun down. Stands up and back and looks at his progress. He notices Bruce at the window. Grins and smiles. Brushes the sawdust from his arms and chest. Pulls his pants up and nods for Bruce to come out.

At the edge of the porch, Bruce stands at the top step and looks down. Roy steps up, bounces on his sturdy repair, grabs the back of Bruce’s neck and gives him a strong kiss, the smell of sweat and sawdust soaking Bruce’s senses. The heat of the day and the hot sun on his bare shoulders. 

Roy pinches Bruce’s nipple and says he needs a shower and a beer and heads inside.

In the little bathroom, Roy undresses. His jeans and underwear drop to the floor. The tape measure in his pants pocket making a thud. He steps out and pushes them aside. He is covered with sawdust scattered across his chest and stomach. Stuck to his skin, his balls with sweat and heat. 

He reaches in the shower and turns on the water. He looks around for a towel and grabs the one hanging behind the bathroom door. 

Bruce finishes his beer in quick gulps. Head in a buzz. Then adds his shorts and briefs to the pile of laundry on the bathroom floor. He slides the shower curtain open and steps in behind Roy who is waiting and washing the sawdust off. 

Tiny shower. It's tight for the two of them. They soap each other up. Feeling and fondling. Facing each other Bruce grabs his dick and holds it up and pushes out a heavy stream of piss across Roy's stomach. Surprised. And Roy gets harder watching him piss. Warm water against Roy’s back and hot piss across his stomach. Bruce pisses all over Roy's balls before he gets to his knees and starts slowly sucking Roy's sack and then his cock that is now stiff and solid. Standing thick. Bruce sucks aggressively and bites down playfully, making Roy groan, Bruce's tongue torturing the head of Roy's dick. But it's too close too soon.

So Roy pulls Bruce up and spins him around. Bruce's face up against the cold tile. With a wet soapy finger, Roy finds Bruce's tiny pucker and pushes a finger inside. Soft and tight. He leans in and bites the back of Bruce's neck while he pushes two fingers in.

After a long minute of loosening him up, Roy rubs his cock up and down the soapy crack. And with a gentle shove, he pushes the swollen head of his dick inside. The pain is sharp. Roy pulls out. Soaps himself up more then slowly inserts himself deeper. Bruce feels the burn. Roy's hard shaft now deep.

All the way in. Cock locked together while the hot water slowly runs out, Roy fucks Bruce hard. Slamming himself into Bruce who takes every inch and tightens with each hard push. Over and over. Roy doesn't stop. Doesn't let up. Harder faster until Roy finally feels the rush, the deep inside release. His whole body stutters. Emptied. 

Roy catches his breath then keeps fucking Bruce. With one arm cradling him and his other arm around him, jerking him off while still shoving himself inside. Roy's cum running down Bruce's legs as Roy keeps pumping him. A second later Bruce erupts, his body goes limp and Roy catches him. Holds him tight. Like he is never letting go.