Down There, Under the House

My buddy Kurt looked like a Greek god. He had well developed muscles, masculine features and a fatty cock about seven inches long. We had known each other since the fourth grade and were jack off buds since we were way back. One Saturday morning, after we went downtown to play pool, my dad asked us to help his friend Bruce install central heating in our house. Bruce was about 35, Latino, tall and well built. I struggled not to stare at the huge bulge in his jeans worrying that he, or worse, my dad would notice. Bruce was gentle and always had a pleasant hint of a manly smell that drove me crazy. Kurt often fantasized what it would be like to squeeze Bruce's hot dick but I told him to forget about it because Bruce was married with children and I was sure he was straight. Installing the central heating involved crawling into a narrow space under the house, joining the aluminium heating pipes and securing them with sheet metal screws. Kurt and I threw some cardboard down and crawled under the house to take a pipe to my bedroom. There, from underneath, we could see light from a hole Bruce had cut in my bedroom floor. As we scooted along toward the hole, Kurt grabbed my package! I was instantly hard and he undid the silver buckle of my cowboy belt, pulled down my Levis and tighty-whiteys and began to fondle my balls with his left hand and pump my dick with his right. I always loved Kurt's attention this way and did not try to stop him.

Suddenly, we heard my dad's voice through the floor from above. "What's taking you boys so long down there?," he boomed. We froze in terror of being caught as I fought back from exploding a huge load of my boy juice at the same time. Just then, I looked up and saw Bruce's grinning face watching us from the hole in the floor above. "Take your time boys and get the job done right," he said with a wink. "Here, I'll give you a hand," he said as he reached down through the hole and grabbed my nuts!. He then swirled his fingers on top of and around the swollen head of my dick, lubing up his index finger with my pre-cum. "Come on, Kurt, let's finish this up" he half hollered for my dad's benefit. I then almost moaned loudly in pleasure as Bruce slipped his index finger into my butt hole. As he massaged my prostrate from inside me, Kurt started pumping again. I almost fainted as the pressure built up to my climax and I squirted, splashing Kurt on his nose with my warm cream. Bruce pulled his hand back up and passed us down a shop rag to clean up. We quickly finished the installation and sheepishly went upstairs hoping my dad didn't figure out what happened and trying not to look at the big grin on Bruce's face.