The house smelled of fresh paint. Everything was really coming together. I guess all the long nights of hard work renovating this old place were finally going to pay off, I thought. I made my way up the stairs to the second floor. I was dying to see the master bedroom, my own little paradise. I turned the knob, but for some reason it was locked. I knocked on the door but no one answered. One of the workmen must have locked it by mistake. That was the only explanation I could come up with.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, except for the light that shone from the bathroom. I walked to the bed to find men’s clothing. There was a dirty pair of jeans, a once white t-shirt, and some beat up boxers. I guess someone had decided to take advantage of the fact that no one was around. Slowly, I crept up to the bathroom door, careful not to make a sound. I didn’t want to let whoever was in there to know that I was out here. I peaked in through the crack in the doorframe and got more than an eyeful.

Leaning against my new marble sink was this six-foot tall hunk of a man stroking the thickest piece of meat I had ever seen. I froze, scared to make a sound. I wanted so badly to go over, put my mouth on that big rod, and suck on it until he filled my mouth with his creamy juice. But I resisted the urge. Watching him was making my cock so hard the head was pressing up against my jeans, leaving a round pre cum spot. Before I stained myself any further, I unzipped and pulled out my throbbing seven-inch tool, stroking it until it was fully erect.

The construction guy started to beat off faster and faster. His moans got louder the harder he tugged on his tool. I assumed he was getting ready to climax and so I tried to get a little closer. I wanted to see his mushroom head explode. I took one step too many and before I knew it, I went tumbling to the floor, cock in hand. I landed on my stomach, my ass sticking straight up in the air. I was so embarrassed. I heard his footsteps loud on the floor of my room.

“What the fuck?” he said as he rushed over to where I lay.

I didn’t want to look up; especially once I felt construction guys hand on my elbow. As he helped me up I couldn’t help but notice he had one of my towels around his waist and nothing else on. Quickly, I composed myself, pulling my pants up, and covering up my softening cock.

“Were you spying on me?” he was quick to ask.

“Were you using my house like it was your own?” I asked him in return.

The last thing I was expecting was for him to try to make me out to be the bad guy, after all this was my house. I was prepared for anything except for what happened next. His look of anger turned into a smile before he erupted in laughter. His laugh was contagious and soon I was laughing too. I guess it was pretty funny. We had both been caught in the wrong and neither one of us really had a right to be upset.

With his deep brown eyes he looked at me and said, “Call it