Bournemouth Bedsit
At 18 I moved to Bournemouth to look for work after Margaret Thatcher told us young guys to get on your bikes and find work.
I’d been working on a construction site and after the project ended I was told there was a 5 month job In Bournemouth if I wanted to go there so I bought my bus ticket and set off.
When I arrived I was met at the bus station by the owner of a bed sit I was to stay at who told me he was now full but his friend had a room at his place.
We set off and soon arrived at the place. A large converted corner villa about 20 mins walk from town.
The landlord introduced himself as Robert. Hd wax a retired insurance underwriter who had worked in Bristol and retired to the coast.
He showed me the room and the shared shower room on the landing. He said I wouldn’t worry about being caught naked coming back to your room. We’ve seen it all here and winked.
Although a bedsit Robert provided breakfast for his guests who in his words “wished a hearty start to the day” Next morning I went down for breakfast and was introduced to Colin and Jim who were also In Bournemouth working on construction projects nearby.
Although a bedsit Robert provided breakfast for his guests who in his words “wished a hearty start to the day” Next morning I went down for breakfast and was introduced to Colin and Jim who were also In Bournemouth working on construction projects nearby.
jim was from Liverpool around 30 and full of scouse wit. Colin was 50s quiet, but pleasant enough. Collin was apparently in the room nearest me and we would be staring the bathroom.
After my first day at work as a civil engineer’s assistant (A point to anyone who knows what is the other name was for this job - it’s a cracker!) knowing Colin was working out towards Ringwood I knew he wouldn’t be back yet, so I went to my room, stripped, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom with a sink, a door leading to a toilet, a separate room with a bath and a separate shower room.
I showered off the days dirt and sweat and was drying when I heard the bathroom door closing, so I wrapped the towel round me and opened the door to find myself face to face with Colin stark naked with his back to me shaving in the mirror above the sink.
He acknowledged me by nodding in the mirror and I did the same. We had some chit chat as I’m standing looking at his grafters body toned but marked by years of on site incidents. He finished and turned round to reveal a lovely looking cock. Thick and although soft I could see it would be a beauty when hard.
He caught me eyeing him up and down but didn’t say anything. I blushed and went to pass him as he walked towards me and his hand brushed my thigh. Nothing was said but it was definitely something he intended to do.
I went back to me room and immediately wanked myself thinking about his body and cock.
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