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When Will turns 18, his father starts taking him to work with him at the boatyard during the summer months so he can gain some “real-world skills”, as he called them, before Will leaves for university.
The boatyard is located near the water's edge, surrounded by the salty scent of the sea and the distant calls of seagulls. As Will steps onto the premises with his dad, he is greeted by the rhythmic clanking of metal against metal and the hum of power tools. He can hear the occasional laughter of his dad’s coworkers, socializing as they engage in their tasks. The air is filled with the distinct smell of sea salt and varnish, giving the place a sharp, tangy aroma.
The sound of water crashing against the dock provides a constant backdrop. The boatyard extends to the water's edge where a line of piers and docks accommodate both large and small boats. There's a palpable energy in the air as workers in worn-out overalls move purposefully about, exchanging tools and discussing repairs.
Will doesn’t wear an overall. His father only has one—the one he’s wearing—so he resorted to wearing something appropriate for the intense hot temperature but worn enough that he wouldn’t mind getting oil stains on. He has a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of cargo shorts that used to be beige but now appear more gray.
His dad introduces him to his coworkers and the owners of the boat they’ll be working on today. As Will works quietly, following his dad’s instructions, he can’t help but feel like someone is watching him. It’s an unsettling sensation that makes the hairs at the back of his neck rise in alert. He can feel a burning sensation in his back, slowly sliding towards his butt and remaining there, as if someone were looking directly at that part of his body. His empathy works in weird ways sometimes, but this feels like a stretch, even for him. Yet the intensity of the sensation is hard to explain otherwise.
He brushes it off for the moment, and eventually forgets about it as he focuses on the repetitive task he’s doing.
“Alright kid, I’m going to grab something to eat,” his dad tells him near noon as he cleans his hands with a rag. “I’ll grab something and bring it to ya. Take a break meanwhile.”
“Okay dad,” Will nods, smiling at him.
“I’ll be back in thirty.”
Will watches his dad walk away with some of his coworkers. Some of them stay, trying to finish what they are doing before having lunch.
Now that he’s no longer working, the feeling of being watched returns. This time is more acute, he feels as if whoever is looking is getting closer to him. He looks around, trying to find out who it is, and his eyes lock with another man’s.
The man is tall, and lean. He has dark blond hair and a piercing gaze. His overalls are hanging at his waist, and he’s shirtless. Will can’t help the way his eyes linger on the man’s chest, gleaming with sweat from working under the harsh summer sun. He holds a lit cigarette between his fingers, close to his face, as he takes a drag and exhales a cloud of smoke.
He smiles at Will when he notices him looking and walks in his direction. Will stays put, unsure of what to do, how to react.
“What’s such a gorgeous young thing like you doing in a place like this?” the man asks him. Will blushes and the man’s grin widens. “I’m Nigel.” He offers him his hand.
“I’m Will.” The teenager accepts it, shyly. The rough skin of Nigel’s palm against his own makes a nice contrast, and Will’s mind goes straight to the gutter.
Nigel looks at him in a way that makes Will feel like he’s capable of reading his mind. “So? What is a beautiful boy like you doing here?” he repeats.
“I’m helping my dad with work,” he explains, avoiding his eyes.
Nigel takes another drag of the cigarette before speaking. “And where is he?”
“He went to buy lunch,” Will replies.
Nigel hums. “I see.” He puts out the cigarette against a cement column. “And is he paying you for helping him?”
Will shakes his head. “No, he says the skills I’ll gain are payment enough.”
“Mn, well that’s not good,” Nigel says. “When is he coming back?”
Will thinks he might have an idea why the stranger is asking him that. It makes his heart beat faster, and all the blood in his body rushes south. He knows he shouldn’t be indulging in this, but Nigel is one of the most handsome men he’s ever seen. His empathy makes alarm sirens sound in his brain, screaming at him that the man smells of danger, but Will ignores them. He wants this.
“In thirty minutes,” he replies. He licks his lips; his mouth is dry all of a sudden.
“I have a better proposal than the one your dad made you,” Nigel says, getting a step closer to him so he can whisper in his ear. “Come spend some time with me and I’ll pay generously for your time, say, a hundred?” he says, and chuckles when Will’s jaw hangs in surprise at the number. “And I promise you, darling,” Nigel adds, placing a hand on the boy’s waist to make his meaning clear. “You’ll learn much more useful skills than what your father could ever teach you.”
A shiver goes down Will’s spine. He’s equal parts aroused and intimidated.
In the end, the aroused side of him wins.
“Okay,” he accepts.
Nigel smiles. “Perfect. Follow me, gorgeous.”
The man guides him to the boat he was working on before and they climb aboard.
“Are we allowed inside if we’re not fixing anything?” Will asks.
“Not really,” Nigel replies, but still leads Will inside.
He opens a hatch and leads Will downstairs, offering him a hand to help him climb off the ladder. Will knows he should hesitate before following a man he just met to a remote location, but he turns off that part of his brain. The danger only adds to his arousal. Nigel walks him to a small bedroom with a simple double bed. It isn’t too spacious, but it’s not like they’re planning to spend months in the sea inside this thing. They just need to borrow it for half an hour.
Before Will can say anything, Nigel pushes him to the bed. Will groans as he falls on top of the hard mattress, but the sight of Nigel climbing on top of him is a welcome distraction from the discomfort of the surface.
The man is quick to sneak his hands under Will’s shirt. He lifts his shirt slowly, caressing Will's pale skin as it is revealed. He only stops once the shirt rests just above his nipples. Nigel pinches them between the thumb and index finger of both of his hands, eliciting a soft moan from Will’s mouth.
“Sensitive, are we, darling?” Nigel chuckles, twisting the buds pretty roughly.
Will moans again, delighted in the pain that comes hand in hand with the pleasure Nigel’s rough hands give him. He brings a hand to his mouth to stiffen his moans, both embarrassed and scared that someone is going to hear them from outside.
“Oh, no, no, no, gorgeous, none of that,” Nigel grabs him firmly by the wrists and pins both of his hands above his head, against the bed. “I want to hear every little sound you make and see every expression. Don’t hide from me,” he warns.
Will whines, but lets him hold him. He couldn’t free his hands even if he wanted to. The man’s hold is strong.
Nigel slips his free hand under his pants and his underwear, cupping Will’s growing erection. Will’s cock twitches at the attention.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. His back arches in response. “More,” he begs.
Nigel pumps up and down slightly, creating a pleasant friction that causes Will to crave more of the man’s touch. Will is a moaning mess already, and Nigel can’t wait to hear the sounds he’ll make when he’ll have him on his hands and knees.
For now, he retrieves his hand and frees Will’s wrists. He divests himself of the overalls, then takes off his boxers. His cock springs free, and Will lets out an audible gasp at its size. It’s long, and thick, with a protruding vein that makes his mouth water. Will practically drools as Nigel gives it a few strokes, spreading the precum that has accumulated at the tip.
“Well, what are you staring at it for?” he asks. He quirks up an eyebrow and a cocky smile forms on his lips. “It’s not going to suck itself.”
“Oh,” Will says.
He adjusts his position and crawls towards Nigel until he’s right between his legs. His face hovers in front of his shaft for a few moments. He looks him in the eye, then begins to suck at the head. After a few moments, he lets it fall from his mouth and instead licks around it, then down the shaft and up again. Nigel’s precum is salty, bitter, and Will swallows it as if it were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
“Just like that, darling,” Nigel encourages him, threading his fingers on his curls.
Will keeps licking for a while until he gains enough confidence to take his cock in his mouth, in its entirety this time. He starts slowly, savoring the head again, before lowering his head along its length. He closes his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him, and he breathes through his nose as Nigel’s cock hits the back of his throat. Will fights through his gag reflex, letting the sensation pass, then forces Nigel’s cock down past the ring of muscles.
“Oh, fuck,” Nigel groans. Will’s throat is so hot and tight around him, that he thinks he’ll die. It feels so good that he might come too early, and he doesn’t want that. He puts his hands on Will’s shoulders and gently pushes him off.
Will looks up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, searching in Nigel’s expression for what he possibly did wrong. “What…?”
“You did good, darling, but I don’t want to come into your mouth,” Nigel explains, and the teenager’s expression immediately shows relief. “I can think of another place I would rather fill up.”
“Oh.” Will blushes, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of red.
“Would you like to get on your hands and knees for me, gorgeous?” Nigel asks. “Oh, and take those shorts and underwear off too, please.”
Will does as told, throwing the discarded pieces of clothing somewhere on the floor. His cock, now free, drips precum along his shaft, but Nigel’s eyes don’t focus on that as Wil gets on his hands and knees. There’s another part of him that he’s been craving to see nude since he laid eyes on the boy.
“Your ass is perfect, darling,” Nigel says, smiling. He positions himself behind Will and squeezes his cheeks. He slips a finger between them, and brushes over his hole, making the boy whimper. “And look at this pretty pink hole,” he says, teasing it. “It’s like it was made to take cock.” Nigel spits directly on top of it, and Will gasps.
“Fuck,” he moans, his hips bucking instinctively.
Nigel grins, rewarding him with even more teasing at his rim. He uses the saliva as lube to press his finger inside, just a bit. The boy is very tight, but he manages to slide his finger in with some difficulty.
It makes Nigel wonder if Will is a virgin, but he doesn’t ask. If he is, he isn’t going to remain one for long.
Will lets out a loud whine as the pressure increases. “Please,” he begs, inciting him to stretch him further.
Nigel pushes his finger deeper, searching for his prostate. He can tell he reached it when Will screams and thrashes underneath him. He lets out a loud whine and shivers, then releases another needy moan. His dick throbs painfully, neglected and angry red, flushed against his stomach. Will reaches to touch it, but Nigel slaps his hand away.
“Oh, no, sweet boy,” he says. His tone is cruel, feeding off Will’s desperate whine. “You’re not going to come until I’m buried deep inside of you. and you’re only gonna come from my cock, nothing more,” he cruelly adds. “No touching yourself.”
“Please, Nigel,” Will begs, needy. Hungry . “Please, I need you. Right now. Fuck me, please.”
“But darling, I have to stretch you if you don’t want to be hurt, and there’s not enough lubrication—”
Will interrupts him by turning around and grabbing Nigel’s wrist to put the fingers in his mouth. He coats them in saliva, looking him right in the eyes in a way that has Nigel breathing heavily, and thanking mentally whichever deity decided to put this boy in his path.
“There,” Will says, taking them out of his mouth with a loud pop. “Is that ‘lubrication’ enough?”
Not really, but Nigel can't hold back anymore regardless. And there's no time to go grab a bottle of proper lube from the store before Will’s father returns.
“It's perfect, sweetheart,” Nigel says. “Go on, get back on your hands and knees for me.”
Will does. Nigel will have to tip him for being so obedient.
He spreads the teenager’s cheeks again and slips a finger back inside. This time, a second one joins it soon after. He knows he should take his time, work Will open with patience and gentleness, but he doesn’t give a fuck about not hurting him anymore. And if his moans and the way he pushes his ass towards him are anything to go by, Will doesn’t give a fuck about it either. He’s enjoying himself, relishing in the new sensations that Nigel’s fingers bring him.
Nigel scissors his fingers to stretch him as much as possible, as quickly as possible. He pumps them in and out of him, teasing but never really pressing against his prostate. Will lets out a soft scream of pleasure, fisting the sheets in desperate need of having something to hold onto. Will’s greedy hole sucks his fingers in, and Nigel shivers just from imagining how it’ll feel to be inside him. He wants nothing more than to be swallowed whole.
He removes the fingers, and the pucker squeezes around nothing. Fuck, he’s beautiful. Nigel positions himself, grabbing hold of Will’s hips. He rubs his cock against his ass, teasing the entrance.
Will whines. “Please,” he begs. He sounds as if he’s going to start crying any moment now. “Please, put it in already. Fuck me, Nigel, please.”
How can Nigel say no?
He aligns his cock with his hole and thrusts inside hard. Deep. Will’s walls contract around him, warm and tight as he fights to take his length. The sounds that escape Will’s throat are almost inhuman in nature.
Nigel pushes harder, deeper, faster. Wet tears are rolling down Will’s cheeks, mingling with his sweat, but he doesn’t care. He needs this more than he needs air to breathe. It hurts, and yet Will has never felt closer to heaven than he does at this moment.
“Fuck,” he curses.
Nigel keeps rolling his hips, pulling out almost entirely to then bury himself as deep as he can go, pressing that spot inside his body again and again. Will feels himself starting to tremble. He bites his lip, trying to keep himself steady.
“Nigel, I’m…” he tries to speak between a chorus of moans and high-pitched sounds. “I’m gonna—ah! I’m…” Luckily, Nigel understands his incoherent babbling anyway.
“Come for me, darling,” he says between groans as well. “Come.”
Will throws his head back, clenching around Nigel’s cock as he comes. His eyes roll back into his head, and his orgasm crashes over him like an avalanche. His cock, untouched, spills all over the sheets. Nigel holds him by the chest, keeping him from collapsing against the mattress, and keeps fucking him through it with the same intensity.
Will’s entire body twitches and sends Nigel over the edge. With a last, hard thrust, he comes deep inside of him. He holds him tightly as he empties himself, and Will lets out a weak moan, overstimulated yet greedy, refusing to let Nigel go until he’s milked him dry.
When he finally pulls out, Will’s eyes flutter, opening slowly, still dazed and disoriented from ecstasy. They move around until they’re both lying on the bed, facing each other and panting heavily.
“Was I good?” Will asks.
“You were perfect.”
That night, Will goes to sleep with $150 new dollars in his pocket, and a new friend to star in his dirtiest dreams.