“Harmon you are so indecisive,” Chris followed his husband H..

“Harmon you are so indecisive,” Chris followed his husband Harmon through the landscaping retailer. “That would look great by the pool,” Harmon made a beeline to a replica of the Roman statue of Marcellus, nephe of Augustus Caesar. “We need someone to just get all the stuff unloaded,” Chris rolled his eyes. When Harmon first mention relandscaping the backyard and pool area, Chris knew it was going to go over board . It usually does for the middle aged gay couple. Harmon stopped in his track, and being the drama queen, placed one hand on his heart and the other he reached back. Chris looked toward the direction that Harmon was looking. “Now that would definitely look good by our pool,” Chris stared at the muscle god that was carrying a bag of cement over his mountainous shoulders toward Chris’s truck and began to load it. The adonis wore a hard hat with his curly brown hair poking out of the back. His face was handsome and masculine, with a permanent brown five o’clock shadow. He wore no shirt and the afternoon sun kissed his perfectly smooth torso. The two gay men admired his large pecs with pert suckable nipples. They judged that the year tattooed to his left shoulder was the year he was born. Another tattoo adore his left, thick forearm. His muscles were flexing and bulging as he loaded the truck. His jeans rested low on his chisel waist, slowing off the v shaped cuts of his lower torso below the sculpted abs. The jeans displayed a large impressive bulge that made Harmon”s mouth watered. From behind they admired the smooth muscle layered back. The thick muscles came down in a large v and formed into thick cords of muscles to create his exquisite ass. He reminds Chris of the statue of Marcellus, sculpted perfection. After finishing loading the truck, the sexy workman turned and caught the two men checking him out. He gave them a bright friendly smile and a wink. He pulled off his old work groves and walked toward the two men. “How it going,” his voice was masculine and youthful. “I’m Rick, Martin got busy with another customer. You need anything else.” The two gay men were speechless at first. Rick was so beautiful and masculine as he stood before them in all of his manly glory. Chris spoke first, “I think we are going to get the statue over there.” He pointed at the four ft tall Roman statue. “Marcellus, the nephe of the first Roman emperor, Augustus Caesar,” Rick shocked the two older men. He is beautiful and smart, Harmon thought to himself while admiring the large brown nipples before him. Rick laughed, “my family is Italian and my grandfather was a Roman history nut.” Chris and Harmon watched Rick’s shredded back walk toward the statue. “It looks heavy,” Chris warned and stepped forward. Rick just laughed as he squatted down in front of the statue, wrapping his large, powerful arms around the statue. Chris and Harmon watched in awe as his full round ass stretched the worn jeans. Lifting with his massive legs he lifted the statue with ease and carried it to the truck. The two men followed, watching the muscles on top of muscles flexing, while covered in a thin layer of sweat from the afternoon sun. Rick set the statue down gently in the back of the truck and turned to the two men. “That's a lot of stuff, you will need help to just unload everything,” Rick laughed. “Yeah, we kind of over did it,” Chris replied and looked at his husband. “I’ll go and total up the bill,” Rick laughed and walked toward the landscaping business office. Harmon and Chris watch Rick walk away. His jeans did nothing to hide the muscular ass moving under them as he walked. Harmon whispered to his husband, “damn he is beautiful.” “Tell me about it,” Chris whispered as Rick walked back out. “Well here the damage,” Rick was smiling as he handed Chris the bill, Chris barely looked at the bill and pulled out his wallet, handing the credit card. Harmon noticed Rick’s reaction. Harmon whispered to Rick, “it's nice to have a rich daddy as a husband.” Rick smiled, “I will be right back.” When Rick brought the receipt and credit card back, Chris signed the receipt and handed it back, “you want to make some extra money?” The question took both Harmon and Rick by surprise. “Depends on what I have to do,” Rick answered, half joking, half serious. Chris laughed, “as you said I think we are over our head on the project. Why don’t you to come over after you finish here and we reimburse you generously.” Rick paused as he thought it over. Harmon held his breath. Rick looked at the truck’s full bed. “Yeah, I’ll do it,” Rick finally replied. “Excellent,” Chris reached out his hand. Rick gripped Chris’s hand to shake hands. His grip was strong. “I come by after work,” Rick took Chris’s business card. Every day after Rick got off work at the landscaping business he came over to Chris and Harmon’s large elegant house. It was the largest home Rick had ever seen. The pool itself was three times the size of Rick’s apartment. Everyday Harmon and Chris would watch from the house as Rick worked. His hard, strong muscles flexing and glistening. “Damn, does he even own a shirt,” Harmon whispered. “Like you are complaining,” Chris replied. “However, the question is does he own any underwear too,” Chris noticed how the jeans hung low everytime the macho adonis bent over. Rick knew the two gay men were watching him. He enjoyed teasing them with his hard muscular body. However, Chris knew that the straight arrogant stud was putting on a show for them. Chris handed Harmon a cold bottle of water. Harmon smiled and went outside. “We thought you might be thirsty. It's a hot one out here,” Harmon approached the chisel handyman. Rick stopped digging and leaned against the shovel, “thank you, sir.” Rick gave the older man a sexy, cocky smirk as he took the bottle. Harmon’s heart feathered as Rick lifted the bottle to his full lips and took a drink. The older man licked his lips as a drop of water fell to Rick’s smooth chest. He looked up and found Rick smiling at catching him staring at his body. “It surely is hot out here,” Rick then poured the water over his head, letting it run over and down the front of his body. The water cascaded over the massive pecs and down the deep valley of the chisel cobblestone 8 pack. Harmon moved closer and placed his hand on the stud’s lower and just above the low riding jeans. Rick didn’t stop him but only gave a smirk. Harmon moved his hand down, tracing the visible veins to the jeans. Rick didn’t pull away as Harmon gripped his cock through the blue jeans. Harmon was pleased to find the younger man’s cock hard. He began to stroke the tube-like outline through the soft worn denim. Rick let out a low groan. Feeling encouraged, Harmon pushed his right hand into the jeans and teased the throbbing cockhead. “You like that,” Rick pushes Harmon away. However, Rick stopped when he felt Chris’s hands on him. Chris gripped Rick’s mountainous right shoulder with one hand and his exquisite ass with his other. All of Rick’s cockiness faded as the more dominant Chris caressed his shoulders and lower back. “Just relax,,” Chris whispered into Rick’s left ear. Chris licked Rick’s earlobe, causing the younger man to groan louder. He no longer tried to stop Harmon from undoing his pants. Soon both men had their hands inside his pants, easing them over his perfectly sculpted ass. His cock popped free, hard and oozing pre-cum. Rick leaned his head against Chris as Chris kissed down the cords of muscles of his thick neck. Harmon meanwhile leaned his head to Rick’s pecs and began to kiss the huge smooth slabs of muscles. Rick found himself flexing his pecs, making them dance against Harmon’ exploring mouth. Harmon seemed to enjoy it, as he licked the hard pert nipples. “Oh, fuck, I, I , I can’t, I’m straight, fuck,” Rick moaned as he felt Chris’s free hand moving down between his fat, yet firm ass cheeks. The smooth, flawless ass was perfectly round. It was an ass molded by hard manual labor and honed by intense workouts in gyms. “Relax,,” Chris whispered. Both men were keeping him hard and unable to think as they worked together on his front and back. Harmon wrapped his right hand around Rick’s cock, stroking it, while sucking and nibbling on each of the stud’s sensitive nipples. Meanwhile, Chris was teasing his virgin hole. Rick let out a low groan as a finger pushed into his manpussy. “I’m, I'm straight,” he protested again. Both men ignored his whispers of protest. Harmon did briefly let go of Rick’s beautiful pecs and hard cock, but only to undo his own pants. Rick swallowed hard as he saw the size of the cock. Behind him, Chris did the same, undoing his pants and pulled out his even bigger cock. Gripping Rick’s longish curly hair he gently bent the younger man over until Rick’s mouth was level with Harmon’s cock. Rick offered no resistance as he took the cock into his mouth. “Oh god, his mouth feel good,,” Harmon groaned as he began to fuck the adonis’ mouth. Rick gagged over the thick of the cock but Chris gripped his head by the hair. He guided the younger man on and off the cock. With his free hand he gave the flawless ass a hard slap, testing how firm and tight it was. There was just enough bounce to it, just the way Chris likes them. Rick grunted over the cock in his mouth at the stringing slaps on his ass. His ass was making Chris so hard. Chris spread the meaty ass cheeks and aimed his cock between them, at the tight manpussy. Chris pulled Rick’s head back as he pushed hard into him. Rick’s cries were muffled by Harmon’s cock as he was penetrated for the first time. Tears ran down his chisel face. However, soon the pain subsided and was replaced with pure pleasure. He greedily began to work the two cocks with his mouth and ass as his straight personality was fucked out of him. Harmon and Chris were fucking him from both in. He was so aroused that he didn’t even know he was coming. His cum as well as his straight life was being fucked out of him. Afterwards Chris and Harmon kept the now docile Rick on as their personal handyman and house boy. His jeans were cut down to tiny daisy dukes, his big plump ass was barely concerned. A strategy place rip in each shorts gave the two men unobstructed access to his manpussy.