Helping Me Move

A good friend of mine helped me move. We are going to call him Allan, because he is married.

Allan hired a large van and we piled my stuff into it. Strange how much you can accumulate, even in a small place. It seemed never ending, box after box, and I had bought a washing machine/tumble dryer and fridge freezer as well.

By the time we got it all in the van, (my ass hole landlord had decided he wanted possession by 10:00am!) we had both worked up a sweat.

On the drive to my new place, I was keenly aware that I was very sweaty. I hadn't had a shower the night before, but I had celebrated my last night there by a couple of really good orgasms. Sitting on the bench seat, I became aware of not only my own sweat, but also Allan's.

At the new place, again we had little time because the van was only rented until 1:00pm So we slogged our guts out again. Allan had arranged for someone to take the van back and we almost ran in relay up and down the single flight of stairs. The fridge and washing machine the last things, and obviously, the heaviest.

Once they were in, we literally slumped down on chairs in the lounge. By now, I was visibly sweating and it was streaming down my back, armpits, the whole works. I looked and felt a mess.

Allan was breathing hard too, but I noticed the bulge in his trousers. Hell, not a bulge at all, a tent!

He looked down, and blushed. 'Sorry. But, well, you smell fucking amazing when you're hot and sweaty.'

What happened? I don't know. I just undid my jeans, kicked them off and spread my legs and started to masturbate.

Allan must have thought he was in for a fuck, but I said 'This is in return for your help. No fucking, but everything else.'

Over the next hour, we worked up a sweat of a different kind. I am usually scrupulously clean, but something about him kissing me (everywhere!) and licking my sweat off me was highly erotic! I came and came hard.

How Allan held off for as long as he did I have no idea, if he is like that in bed, his wife must walk around with a permanent grin, if she can walk at all. I actually said this to him. He replied 'My wife says if she is capable of walking to the kitchen after sex, I don't deserve a fucking sandwich.'

That made me throb again, and Allan gave me a delightful orgasm with his finger deep in my ass. (Again, something I don't like usually.)

When he unloaded on my face, mouth, boobs,and hair he also gave me a new definition of 'heavy cummer!'

After he left, I spent the rest of the afternoon, evening and night, unpacking, stark naked, and jilling off as and where I felt like it.