I approached to see how the work was going in the small apartment I had just bought. I had commissioned the renovation to a small company that deals with all the guilds, and I recognize that every time I had passed by there I had left with my cock hard as a stick, what a thrill. Bricklayers, plumbers, electricists, all my fantasies passing in front of my eyes. I've always been into that type of guy, a bit of a rough worker but with a bit of a belly, his hair well-combed, the elastic of his underpants visible, and if possible, a sleeveless shirt showing off his hairy armpits and not too clean. With all the guys I saw working in my house, I filled weeks with jerk-offs, but of course, I never dared to take a step further than the ones I took mentally; I've always been very shy and I didn't want one of those brutes to beat me up. Well, the thought of getting beaten up turned me on, but I didn't think of trying to bring my fantasy into the real world just in case.

So, that afternoon, as I passed by the apartment, I wasn't looking for real trouble, but rather to genuinely check on how everything was going. The thing was already in its final stretch, and it was the painters who were working. I hadn't been by since they started, so it was normal that I would approach to see the progress they were making. And if I happened to see something juicy to spice up new jerk-offs, then all the better. I entered the house with my key, and the first thing that greeted me was the unmistakable smell of paint along with the sound of music blasting. In the entrance, there was no one, so I moved forward to the back room to greet the painters, but there was only one working. The one who was working on his cock, to be more exact. I remained stuck: the guy was with his back to me, so he hadn't seen me. Shaved head, light blue sleeveless shirt, he had his overalls pants down but not his underpants, grey slips with green and crimson prints, just the type that turns me on the most, the cheapest from the neighborhood's worst haberdashery. He was jerking off comfortably, taking advantage of being alone, and I, paralyzed, not knowing what to do. I remained for a few moments observing him in silence, and when I could react, I decided to retreat without making noise, to avoid an awkward situation for both of us. But, as I retreated, I stepped on some junk that was thrown on the floor, I don't know what it was, but of course, I made noise. He turned around, still with his cock in his hand, and there I was, with a look of shock. Quickly, I retreated towards the entrance, mumbling something like: "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," while he, at the same time, said more or less the same thing: "Damn, sorry, I'm sorry, you're the owner, sorry, sorry."

He came out to the entrance, already with his pants up, and continued with the excuses: "Dude, sorry, seriously, damn, I'm sorry, please don't tell my boss, I'll get fired, I thought I was alone, and with this heat a...