When David opened the door, he found his tools waiting as his Aunt had promised. He picked up the toolbox and walked out the door to install the Barn Door at the neighbors.

He knocked, hoping no one was home, but to his disappointment, the door opened. It was the little blond guy from the locker room. David smirked and said, “Mrs. Garnier?”

The guy smiled back and said, “No, I’m Brian. Drew’s son.” He put his little hand out and David shook it politely. The hand was soft, but firm.

Brian stood a little more confidently than he was earlier in the locker room and David silently assessed him. He stood about five foot four and David didn’t think the man weighed more than 115 pounds. He was thin and he was dressed in a belly shirt that fell off one shoulder and a pair of women’s sateen ELAC gym shorts. He smirked again when his eyes reached the pearl-colored toenails. He lifted his gaze to Brian’s big blue eyes and, still smiling, he thought, ‘I wonder if he’s a natural blond’ and said, “Where is this door you need installed?” as he pushed into the house.

“It’s here, in my mother’s master bath.” Brian replied as he led him down the hall.

Brian swished his hips the best he could for David. He wanted him to know that one; he was very gay and two; very available. “That thing is huge.” He said as he looked back over his shoulder with a smile.

David grinned as a tingle started in his crotch and said, “Is that what you prefer in a door? Big ones?” He immediately regretted the cheesy comment,

Brian didn’t miss a beat though and unembarrassed, responded, “Umm, I’ve never had a door that big, but I think it’s going to fit the opening nicely.” He smiled again and opened his mother’s bedroom door.

David peeked into the room before stepping in all the way. He looked the room over with professional curiosity, his intelligent blue eyes estimating the value of the décor as they scanned the room. His father used to take him on field trips to interior designer shops and home improvement stores so he could get a better feel for a potential client tastes and budgets.

It was a huge bedroom. David estimated it at maybe four-hundred square feet. The room was dominated by a king-size bed with a dusty rose colored pink satin duvet cover, five pillows, and a white tufted leather headboard. At the foot of the bed was a white leather bench and there was a white lace faux canopy attached to the wall above the bed that had dusty rose colored, silky draperies running down behind the headboard that matched the duvet. The rich cherrywood furniture looked like fine antiques and beside the bathroom entrance was a large door with a full-length, extra wide mirror in it. David estimated the room to be worth north of ten thousand dollars. Not the nicest bedroom he’d been in, but by far not a lower middle-class residence.

He set his tools down in the hallway outside of the room and pulled a pair of latex gloves and a plastic drop cloth out of it. He stepped back into the room and as he spread the drop cloth in his work area he said, “Nice bedroom.”

Brian stood there in the corner of the room admiring David before answering, “It was the den. The back patio is through that door.”

David nodded as he went back for his tools. “I need a stool or a step ladder. You think you can scare one up for me?” He set his toolbox on the drop cloth and started unwrapping the nickel-plated hardware for the door. He looked up at Brian.

Brian was watching David bend and lift his toolbox. His broad shoulders and arms budged and flexed as he lifted it and carried it across the room. Is he teasing me; he thought? God, what a beautiful man! “What? Um, yes.” he answered. Then, “what did you say?”

“A step-stool; do you have a step-stool?”

Brian snapped out of the little fantasy in his head and said, “Yes, I’ll be right back.”

David had the door installed in no time. He was standing on the step ladder cutting the plastic wrapping off the door while Brian ogled him while sitting on a vanity chair inside the bathroom.

Brian cleared his throat as he mustered his most feminine voice and asked, “Um, David, I have a technical question.”

“Shoot.”

Brian continued, “If your balls were resting on my chin, where would the head of your cock be?”

Without a word, David stepped off the step stool and stood in front of him as he lifted his tee shirt to reveal his hard, six-pack abs. “Why don’t you take it out and see?” He bumped Brian’s face with his crotch.

Brian was caught off guard and felt a little intimidated. “Wait, what?” He put his hands up to push him away.

David smiled wickedly and stepped in closer as he taunted him. “Come on, bro. Take it out; you know you want it.”

Brian still had his hands on David’s tummy. It was hard like iron and it felt warm and soft like a new a new leather bag. He put his hands around him and pressed his cheek against it. ‘Oh my god this is happening!’ He thought. He looked up into David’s pale blue eyes.

David spoke as though he were talking to a puppy. “Go on, take it out. See how you like it.” He pushed his hips forward, so his front bumped his face.

Wide eyed and mouth open, Brian didn’t take his eyes away from David’s as he unbuttoned the jeans and opened them to reveal David’s bulging shorts. He gasped quietly as he prepared to pull them down,

David pulled his hips back, “Ah, ah, ah-ah. Just put it in your mouth around it in the shorts.”

Brian smiled and obediently put his mouth around the pulsing cock and looked up at him.

David petted the back of Brian’s head and, still using the soothing voice said, “At a boy. Tell me what you have there, boy.” Brian tried to pull his head back, but David held it there and petted the back of his head. “What is it?”

Brian mumbled, “A cock”

David smiled, “You want to suck it?”

Brian nodded as he looked up at David, his mouth still full, “Mm-Hmm.”

David took his hand from the back of Brian’s head and said, “Okay, you can take it out now.”

Brian eagerly pulled the shorts down and the thick, ten-inch cock sprang up and bumped him on the nose. He kissed it, gripped the base and looked up at David while he slapped the mushroom head on his tongue. He then started sucking the head while jacking him off. He spit on the head and jacked him off more and while stroking, he looked up at David and whispered huskily, “Would you like to fuck me too?” his eyes gleamed with excitement.

David laughed and pushed Brian’s head back into his cock, “We still haven’t gotten to your chin bro.” He pushed himself into his mouth while holding his head steady.

Brian’s gag reflex happened and almost threw up so he pulled away. “It’s too big. I can’t fit it all the way in.” He looked up at David as he stroked him and kissed and licked the massive shaft.

David grabbed the base of his cock and while slapping Brian’s nose said, “Okay, take off your shots. Let’s see if it fits there.”

Brian obediently stood and let his shots fall to the floor exposing his hard little, shaved penis. He stepped forward so that it pressed against David’s thigh and lifting his leg he whispered, “God you’re so big and hard.” As he pressed his body against him.

David turned Brian around, so he faced the vanity mirror and pushed him over as he gripped his cock and ran its head over Brian’s crack and up its lower back. “You want this; don’t you now?” He teased.

Brian reached out and grabbed a bottle of Oil of Ole’ and passed it back saying, “Use this to lube up before you start.” As he lifted one knee onto the vanity top to lift his bottom up for David’s cock.

David took the bottle and squirted a palm full of the body lotion into his gloved hand and reached between Brian’s legs and cupped his little cock and balls and smeared the lube up into his hole. He pressed his thumb in easily then he pushed in his index finger then another. “This isn’t your first time. Is it sweetheart?” He grunted as he put the head of his cock into him.

Brian was going mad with passion and bit his lip as David pushed into him. “Gawd, he’s so big!” He thought as he pushed his bottom back for more. He cried out and bit the collar of his tee shirt as David began his fucking rhythm.

David was surprised that the queer could take all of his giant cock and he began hammering his ass. The vanity noisily rammed the bathroom wall as the makeup brushes, perfume bottles and other items fell to the floor. He continued fucking him for a few minutes before he felt ready to climax and, as the urge arose, he pulled his cock out and smacked the gaping hole of Brian’s ass and said, “You fucking queer whore.” And he lifted Brian and turned him onto the vanity, so he was now facing him, and pushed his knees back and pinned them to his shoulders.

He had him now, pinned against the vanity mirror, holding him behind the knees, pressing them into his armpits. He was completely exposed. Brian’s anus, noticeably dilated, winked up at him over his tiny erection. His face held an expression of lust and expectation. “You ready to get filled up, bro?” He asked as he pushed his hips forward so the head of his cock bumped his hole.

Brian whispered, “Put it in please.” as he took his own cock into his hand.

He gasped as David re-entered him, and he ejaculated, the semen squirting up, filling his belly button. “Oh Jesus, I came!” He said in disbelief as David grunted and pushed his knees into his shoulders even harder as he also began to cum, pressing himself deeper into Brian’s hole.

David stood still for a moment while his cock deflated inside of Brian. He then pulled away and pulled a towel from the nearby rod and said, “Thanks bro. I needed that.” While he wiped the body lotion and semen from his penis. He handed Brian the towel and looked around the room and while pulling up his jeans, he said, “We wrecked this place, bro.” And turned to continue his cleanup job on the bathroom door.

Brian stood there speechless for a moment watching David crumple plastic and packing foam into a green garbage bag. He then came to his senses and looked around the room, giggled, and said, “Wow, that was amazing David.” Then, he suddenly had to poop. Wide eyed, he closed the bathroom door and said, “I have to clean up in here; can you let yourself out?” and sat on the pot to queef out the lotion and semen.

David replied through the closed door as he picked up his toolbox, “Yah sure. Listen if your mom has any problems or questions about the door, tell her to tell my Aunt Stella and she can let me know. I’m here every day from about two o’clock, Monday to Thursday.” And he walked out the way he came.

When David entered through the back door of his Aunt Stella’s, he was greeted by Jessica. “Hey Dave.” She said casually as she crunched an apple at the kitchen island.

David said, “Hey Jessie.” As he put his toolbox down and went to the refrigerator.

“Jesus, you reek!” Jessica made a face as she backed away from him. “You smell like an old whore! Perfume and B.O. Go swim some laps before my mom and the princess come home.”

David, a little embarrassed said, “What? I smell that bad?”

Jessica waved her half-eaten apple in front of her face, “Yes you stink. Try deodorant and not flogging your dummy using your mom’s hand cream!”

David smelled his hand and said, “It doesn’t smell, it’s not me!” He held his hand up for her.

Jessica laughed hysterically and said, “Oh god, no! You just made it worse! I don’t want to sniff your girlfriend, go jump in the pool.” She continued to laugh as she went back to get her uncle Stanley's swimming trunks.

Stanley stepped out of the bedroom and, surprised, Jessica jumped back. “Hi Uncle Stan, I’m just borrowing your shorts for David.”

Stanley was a fortyish man. He was an average looking German American that stood a little shorter than Jessica with mousy blond hair and brown eyes. He was a little soft in the middle with big muscular shoulders, a dancing skeleton tattoo on his right forearm and a big USMC tattoo on his chest.

He put his fists on his hips as he gave David a look over. “My trunks praw’ly fall down around your ankles, Anderson.” He drawled.

Jessica was back and she threw the trunks at David. “He just pulls the draw-string, Stan.”

David caught the trunks and retreated to the bathroom.

Later that evening, Stella lay in bed while Stan caressed and kissed her naked body in the darkness. “Ready?” He breathily asked as he kissed her.

“Wait.” She pushed him away and onto his back. “Me first.” She gently straddled him as she guided him into her and began rocking her hips. Her hands gently massaged his hairy chest for a short while and as her climax began, she stopped for a moment, quietly sighed, and laid back on her back beside him. “You have five minutes.”

Stanly chortled as he got on top of Stella, saying, “Get ready Betty, I’m gonna give you som’n to remember.” He grunted a few times and he was done.

Stella giggled, “You’re out of practice, stud.” She rubbed his big, hairy chest and kissed him. “We haven't had sex in over a month sweetie. You’ll do better tomorrow when we send the girls out for dinner or something.” She snuggled up to him and bit his shoulder.

“Maybe we can have them take the Anderson boy along, Jessie was giving him a hard time about smelling like a French whore. Said he was pullin his pud use’n his momma’s hand cream.”

Stella sat up on one elbow and said, “Really, did it smell like this?” She put her arm across his nose.

Stan chucked as he kissed her forearm. “No, you smell fruity like that melon stuff you buy. The boy had a bit of a flowery smell. Praw’ly got into his momma’s hand cream this morning and been walkin round all day like that. Boys will be boys.” He put his arm around her waist and stroked her hip. “Gawd damn, I missed this.” He spanked her bottom lightly.

“Down boy. We don’t want another one of Jessicas commentaries about our headboard banging against their wall.”

Two years earlier, just after Stanley moved in, they had an enthusiastic love making session while the girls were home. The following morning, Julie wouldn’t look at them and Jessica teased the couple by making loud moans while clapping her hands together.

Stan rolled over and said, “Yah, that jessie’s a piece of work. She gonna have one just like her and I hope I’m around when she gets a taste of that wit. G’night, baby girl.” And he almost immediately started to lightly snore.

Stella rolled out of bed and slipped on her robe to go into the living room. She found Jessica there, shouting at the television. Family Feud was on, and she never missed it. She sat on the couch beside her daughter and said, “Honey, what time did Drucilla get home tonight?”

Without turning away from the tv she said, “Sometime after the Princess got home. You remember, she called to thank Snoop... Um, David for putting in her door.”

Stella nodded. “Oh, that’s right; how did he get into the house?”

Jessica finally turned to face her mom and said, “I guess Brianna let him in; why?” Then the gum ball dropped and Jessicas face became animated with surprise. “You don’t think David did Brianna, do you?”

Stella looked cross, “His name is Brian and no, I doubt it if David and Brian are an item.”

Jessica laughed out loud and said, “I can’t wait to tell Julie her Ken’s a Barbie.”

Stella smacked Jessica’s thigh and said, “Don’t you dare. Unless David says he’s gay you don’t say a word.”