The Homeowner’s Son: Open House
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Chapter 2: Tuesday – Lunch Break
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: Tuesday – Lunch Break - Sweet, innocent-looking 19-year-old blond twink Jack is home alone when a crew of rough, sweaty construction workers arrives to build a new deck. What starts as harmless flirting quickly turns Jack into their eager, willing cumdump — all while he keeps that soft, angelic, puppy-dog smile.
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By noon, the July sun was merciless. The crew had been working hard for three hours, and the backyard was already beginning to take shape with fresh framing and piles of lumber.
Lunch hour arrived, and the eight sweaty, dirty men decided it was the perfect time to “cool off” inside the air-conditioned house.
They filed in through the sliding glass door without knocking, their heavy boots thudding against the hardwood. The living room was instantly filled with the thick, overpowering musk of eight working men who had been laboring shirtless in the heat---a potent mix of fresh sweat, old ball musk, dirty armpits, and the musky funk of unwashed work clothes.
Jack, who had been watching them from the window, turned around with wide, innocent blue puppy-dog eyes. He was still wearing nothing but his tiny white athletic shorts, which clung to his milky-white thighs and did almost nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his huge cock.
The men plopped down heavily on the living room furniture without asking---Big Tommy taking up most of the couch with his massive gut, Vince sprawling in the recliner, and the others claiming whatever space was left. Their dirty, sweat-slick bodies left damp marks on the fabric as they eyed Jack openly.
Not sure what else to do, Jack offered a shy smile. “Would you guys like some cold beers?”
A few of the men grinned. “That’d be great, kid,” Marco rumbled.
Jack hurried to the kitchen and returned with an armful of cold bottles, handing them out one by one. As he moved between the big, dirty men, the heavy musk in the room grew thicker, making his head feel light. He liked it. He wanted to stay close to them.
The men made small talk while cracking open the beers.
“So, Jack,” Marco asked, his deep voice casual, “what’ve you been doing this summer? Just hanging around the house?”