sal ganuth

This is part 10 of Blue Skies. You can read from the beginning here

‘WTF? Is Baz asleep? Does he know he’s doing this?’ His face is nuzzled in against my ear. I can feel his breath against my skin, as he thrusts in and out again a few more times. He’s leaking more. It’s getting wetter down there, between my legs, in my crack. With his precum. Then Baz lets out a low moan. And I am leaking, my hand wrapped around my cock. Is Baz awake? What does he want? What do I want?

Yes, that’s the question I asked readers to help me with. What do I want?
A) Do I want to turn round and take Baz down my throat again?
B) Do I want Baz to continue to frot between my legs until he jizzes all over my ballsac?
C) Do I want Baz to fuck me? Pop my cherry? Be the first guy?

Read on to find out what you voted for…

“You really want this don’t you, Boy?” Baz whispers in my ear, thrusting harder and faster, his cock slick with a mixture of his precum and the sweat from my crack, feeling his cockhead knock against the back of my ballsac, his shaft running over my crack.
“Yes,” I can barely believe I’ve admitted this to Baz, to myself, ‘Yes, I want this. And more. I…’
“You want more than this though, don’t you, Boy?” Baz whispers, more huskily, reading my thoughts.
‘Fuck, he’s getting into this. Just as much as I am.’ I whimper my answer, “Yes I want more than this.”
Baz reaches round and takes hold of my shaft. I gasp as he starts to stroke, “Fuck, Baz, no, please, I’m so close.”
“No, as in ‘make me cum, Baz,’ sort of no?” Baz grumbles. And he is somehow reading my mind, or my body, because that’s exactly what I mean by my “no”.
“Good Boy, cum for Baz then.” He strokes me harder, faster, as he thrusts from behind.
As I shoot my cum all over the sheets, Baz grunts and starts to shoot his jizz all over my ballsac, he pulls his cock away and I can feel the cummy stickiness of him between my cheeks, across my crack, behind my balls, and I moan aloud again.
“Fucking hell, Boy, that was hot. Next time though, you want me in you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Am I right, Boy?” Baz pokes his tongue into my ear. My brain crashes and reboots. My brain fights with the truth, the question, knowing that Baz is totally correct, I do want him. I want him in me. I want him to fuck me. I want him to jizz me up. The first guy ever to do so. “Right, Boy, time to clean up, you’re going to walk to the showers like this, all naked and cummy.”
“What? With your jizz drizzling down my legs, please Baz, no.”
Baz pulls the duvet off us, “Boy, now, I won’t say it again.” He stands up, his cock at half mast, shaft covered in his jizz. He picks up his mobile, “C’mon, Boy, get up, the sooner we get there the sooner we’re washed and dried and ready for the morning shift.”
Baz has a point. Morning shift is soon and if he’s ok walking to the showers showing his cummy cock, then who am I to argue? I wasn’t going to do anything he’s not prepared to do himself. We set off, Baz carrying both of our towels over his shoulder, leaving me totally exposed, Baz walking close behind me.
Half way there, “Hey, Boy, Dan fucking loves the pic,” Baz says.
“Pic? What pic?” I stop and turn around. Baz shows me his phone, a pic of my ass, covered in Baz’s jizz, and Dan replying with ‘hot’ and ‘peach’ emojis, and “Fuck, you done him already, Baz? Awesome.”
“I better tell him, not yet, not done you yet, eh, Boy?”
My face bright red, the thought of Baz and Dan talking about me as something to be taken, conquered, used, done, fucked… “I guess so, yes, Baz.”
‘WTF am I saying? Seriously, Liam? Get a grip!’

Later, after showering together, drying off, going into reception, hair wet, naked bodies cleared of the morning’s evidence, Jack gets Baz to serve in the shop, taking orders for coffees and morning rolls. He gives me a bucket full of cleaning products, with instructions to go wash down the male shower block, ironic that Baz and me have just washed off all our jizz there a few minutes ago. I walk into the communal showers and start spraying whatever is in the cleaning bottle onto the walls and spraying it down. Then the floor.
I’m just finishing off when, “Is it ok to shower?”
I turn around, a bearded guy stood there, naked, with shower gel in his hand, “Sure, yeah, if you’re happy working around me.” I look him up and down. Natural reaction right? My jaw opens. “Oh… wow,” I mutter and quickly look back up to his eyes.
“Yeah, I sometimes get that reaction. Your first time seeing a trans guy nude, perhaps?”
“I’m sorry. I… err… it’s just that…”
“Yeah, I get it. Your first time. First time seeing a trans guy who’s had top surgery but not bottom? Gotta be a first time for everything, yeah?”
“Stupid of me. Sorry.” I blush feeling awkward.
“Well, it’s like your mother maybe said, it’s ok to look, but not ok to stare.”
I laugh, “Sorry.”
“Let’s be done with the sorries,, already. You’re new here, yeah? You can tick trans man off your first-time bingo list now. By the end of the summer, you’ll have a full house.”
“Huh, what?”
“Just saying, expect to be doing a lot of growing up over the summer.”
“Erm, yeah, I just started here yesterday.”
“Oh yes, you and that other lad. Great that you’re both willing to work totally nude. Boyfriend, is he?”
I blush beetroot red.
“Never mind, I’ll find out for myself,” he smiles and continues, “And your name is?”
“Liam. Yours?”
“Allan.”
“Hi, Allan,” I say sheepishly.
“Hey, Liam, you done here now? Maybe I can shower already?”
“Yeah sure…”

“What took you?” Jack asks when I get back to reception.
“I met a guy called Allan in the showers, we were talking, lost track of time.”
“Allan eh?” Jack asks, “How did that go?”
“Awkward, to begin with. Well actually, awkward most of the time.”
“Allan will forgive you. He’s…”

The door pings open, Allan walks in, towel over his shoulder. Baz turns around and his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
“Hello,” Allan says, walking up to Baz, “You must be Liam’s boyfriend.”
“I? What? No.” Baz stammers. It was strange hearing Baz stammer.
“Fuck buddy then, perhaps?” Allan continues.
Baz blushed. Baz. Blushed. Wow. I was probably enjoying this way too much and I’d pay for it later.
“No matter,” Allan flashes a smile at the flustered Baz, “I’m sure you’ll both work it out, and long before the end of the summer. But if he’s neither boyfriend or fuck buddy, maybe you and I could meet up this afternoon? Leave you to ponder on that possibility.” Allan winks at me and leaves.
“WTF happened there?” Baz asks.
“That was Allan,” Jack replies, “And like I was just about to say before he walked in here, Allan is a good guy, really, even if he does like to tease the boys at times.”
“So, he’s not serious about what he just said?” Baz asks.
“Who knows?” Jack answers, “Only way to find out is seek him out this afternoon.”
My jaw dropped again, ‘WTF, Baz, no, I want you, I don’t want you going off with Allan.’

Just as those thoughts drift out of my head, the door pings again. I look up. It’s my turn to mouth silently, “WTF?”
“So, Dan wasn’t telling me porkies.” He’s standing there grinning, taking in my naked body. Again. The delivery guy from last week, the one I answered the door naked to. At home. When I thought it was going to be Dan at the door.
“I… WTF is going on?” I stammer out.
“Lol, Dan told me you were working here. Naked. And shaved smooth, though I do think you might need a re-fresh, you got a three-day growth there, Boy. So, I just had to make a diversion on my rounds to check it out. Check you out.” The delivery guy was grinning madly. “And you must be Baz, Dan told me you were here too.”
“What else has Dan been saying?” Baz asks. Jack and me stood there, watching on.
“That he and the other two guys from the infamous harbour incident will be here this weekend. Might be fun, right, to see you all?”
“See us all? What do you mean?” I stammer out.
“Yeah, me and the lads have just booked to be here at the weekend as well.” The delivery guy winks at Jack, “Just came to make a pitch request, Jack. Put us next to Dan and his mates, maybe?”
Jack flicks open the booking sheet, “Let me see, yeah I think we can do that, right next to them, Frank?”
Frank. The delivery guy has a name. Frank.
“Yes, don’t want to miss out on any of the fun,” Frank says. “Sweet. Be seeing a lot of you guys this weekend.” And with a wink Frank was gone.
I look over at Baz.
“Honest, Liam, I had no idea. I don’t know what Dan is playing at.”
“Playing with fire by the looks of it,” Jack answers, “You boys just be careful around Frank and his gang.”
“What do you mean, be careful?” Baz asks.
“Let’s just say when they hang out in the barn in the evening, the entertainment is strictly for adults only.”
“What?” Baz asks, unsure of Jack’s meaning.
“I’m not saying anymore. If you knew I knew then I’d have to do something to stop it, but it’s all innocent, if adult, fun.” With that, Jack walks into the back office, leaving me and Baz to wonder what goes on in the barn in the evenings. And what have Dan and Frank been plotting?
Baz brings me back to the present, “Never mind about all that, Boy, that’s tomorrow’s question. My mind is thinking about after this shift, and taking you back to the pod and fucking you senseless. I take it you’re still up for that?”
My cock twitches at the thought. Baz grins. He’s got my answer.

Baz near enough throws me down onto the unmade bed in the pod, “Damn Boy I’ve been wanting you all morning.”
“You have?” I ask, not quite believing it, but Baz is here already pinning me down and his cock is rock hard. I had watched as we’d walked back from reception to the pod, Baz silent, but his cock growing, his cock doing the talking, his cock telling me what was on Baz’s mind.
“And you’ve never done it before, Boy?” Baz looking down at me. Me shaking my head, ‘no.’
“Ok, I’ll try to take my time, be gentle, but I’m so fucking horned I might forget myself,” Baz flashes a grin at me and I nod, accepting that he will try his best.
“Fuck, Boy, you look way hotter than some of the school slags I’ve had.”
I lay there, as Baz pulls my legs apart and dives down and puts his tongue against my crack, my hole.
“What the?” I gasp as his tongue presses against me.
Baz looks up, “I gotta open you up, Boy, you won’t want my cock pushing into you until you’ve relaxed a little.” And he dives back down, working his tongue into me. “Fuck, you taste good.”
I can’t believe this is happening. Baz is rimming me. Is that the right term? He’s actually got his tongue on, no, in my ass. And I’m loving it. I’m so horned, my cock is leaking away, untouched.
“Mmmmm, Boy, you’re opening up nicely, you ready to feel my cockhead?” Baz is there, kneeling, licking his lips, he’s so fucking into this. I nod my agreement. My agreement for his cock to be up against my hole, for him to push it in, for him to fuck me. ‘Fuckkkk.’
Baz positions himself, I feel his cockhead against my hole, and it feels massive. And hot. And velvety smooth. And so good. So fucking good. And I so want this. I’m holding my breath as Baz pushes. I feel his cockhead stretch my hole, I gasp. I want him in me, but will it fit?
“Relax Boy, push down.”
Whatever it is I do, it’s enough, and Baz pushes further into me. I can feel that his cockhead is in me. Is inside me. Baz stills, letting his cockhead rest in me. We stare at each other. Checking in. As if Baz is asking me, “Are you ok?” And me saying “Yes, ok, but more than fucking ok, really.” And Baz grins and pushes in further.
“Just relax.”
And I’m laying there, thinking to myself, ‘How? How the fuck am I supposed to relax with Baz pushing his cock into me?’
“Stop thinking, Boy, close your eyes, relax, you want this, I know you do.”
I trust him. I close my eyes. And I feel him, I feel his cock push in further. I gasp out loud. It’s stretching me.
“Oh, fuckk…”
I open my eyes to see Baz looking at me, as he pushes in fully, I can feel his thick bush against my smooth ass. He is in me. Fully. Fuck. I’m doing it. He’s doing it. We are fucking. Baz is fucking me.
Baz is nodding, “You ok, Boy?”
I nod.
“Want more?”
I nod.
He pulls out slowly, not all the way and I gasp at the sensation, no one could have prepared me for this. Then back in, fully, nice and slow.
“You still good?”
I nod.
I watch Baz as he pushes into me and pulls away, slowly but deeply, gently, like he promised. I begin to relax more, begin to enjoy it, really enjoy the feeling of having Baz’s cock inside me, fucking me.
“Yeah, Boy, you ready for more? For faster?”
“Yes. Please. Baz. I want…”
Baz picks up speed, fucking me faster, still as deep, pulling almost the whole way out before pushing back in. It’s uncomfortable at first, but I love the feeling when his body slams against me. And my cock fucking loves it, still untouched, leaking precum onto my abs.
“Fuck Boy, I’m close,” Baz says, “You?”
“Yeah, I’m close too.”
Baz pauses, his cock resting deep inside me. We both look at my cock as it starts to shoot cum all over me, all by itself.
“Fucking lovely, Boy,” Baz says, as he picks up speed, thrusting deep.
Hard.
Fast.
Into me.
He pushes in deep, stays there, near enough howls, and pumps his cum into me, his mouth open, grinning down at me, “Fucking hell, Boy, I am so going to enjoy this summer with you.” And before I can reply, Baz has collapsed on top of me, still inside me, feeling his hot breath against my ear.

Another shower, another evening in the club house serving beers and food, me and Baz looking at each other, trying to work out what had just happened, what that means, if anything, me getting the sense that I want more of it. With Baz. But also with Dan. Yes with Dan. Fuck yes, with Dan.
After, back at the pod, we lay there, falling asleep, Baz spooning me from behind, me wondering what tomorrow will bring, with Dan, Loz and Mark arriving here for the weekend. And also Frank, the delivery guy, and his mates from St Austell, and them being pitched next to Dan, Loz & Mark. And then Jack’s warning words about the barn. My mind spins as I fall asleep, dreaming about what secrets the barn holds and what fun and games might happen tomorrow evening.