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At The Construction Site
I work for a firm of Chandlers. Yes, I know that originally meant candle makers, but I am using the modern meaning, that being anything to do with ships, yachts, boats and the like.
We had supplied eight large mooring fenders (each one 75cm thick by 100cm wide by 100cm deep to a new office block which was being built on the north bank of the River Thames just outside London. It was a prestige building and it was their intention to ferry their VIP visitors by river from the centre of London to their offices. We were given a deadline for delivery which we had bettered and delivered two weeks early. Unfortunately due to a spell of bad weather completion of construction had been delayed and when it came to finalising the moorings the new fenders had gone missing on site. My company had received payment for them and they asked me to make a site visit to see if I could locate them before we set about making replacements.
I was extremely impressed as I pulled up outside the building at 11am on Friday morning. It really was magnificent and I could see that no money had been spared in fitting it out.
The new owners were due to take possession in a few days time and there were only a few construction workers still on site. I went to the prefab marked Site Office' and the Site Manager assured me that the fenders were not on site but I was able to show him a copy of the signed delivery note which bore the clear signature R. Berry'.
The Site Manager (Derek) recognised the name but, of course, Mr. Berry was no longer on site so our only hope was dashed.
Not to worry' said Derek, I'll get one of the lads to show you around and you can poke about here, there and everywhere.'
He spoke into his radio and shortly afterwards a young Irish man named Ciaran was detailed to show me round the site. Ciaran was in his early twenties with bright blond hair, a ruggedly handsome face and muscles where I'd never seen them before. He wore a hard hat, a holey tee shirt covered by the obligatory high-visibility jacket and a pair of tatty old shorts with THE MOST ENORMOUS package at the crutch. His legs were very hairy and rather grubby (as he was all over) and he wore dirty white socks inside his Caterpillar Work Boots. Now I don't normally go for the muscular type, in fact, I usually like my men to look like boys (and, truth to tell, I like teenage boys best of all), but there was something about Ciaran that attracted me to him. It could have been those Irish eyes or it could have been the size of the package -- I really don't know.
I was issued with a hard hat and we started our tour on the top floor (of three) and he showed me everything there was to be seen, including the views over the river, which were magnificent.
As I followed him down the stairs his body smell wafted up towards me. It was not totally unpleasant and I found myself starting to stir `down below'.
We searched the next floor, and by this time I was starting to give up hope. I know that things go missing on construction sites unless they are nailed down, but who could possibly make use of eight huge mooring fenders?
We eventually reached the ground floor and it was here that I thought we might find them as I couldn't really imagine that anybody would lug them all the way up the stairs. We had just finished searching the last area when another guy came along and asked Ciaran if he wanted any lunch as the site canteen was about to close, it being Friday and an early finish for everybody.
He took me with him to the site canteen, which was in a portacabin, and we ordered our food. He told me that he needed a pee while they were preparing our food and I said that I would join him. The gents' toilet was in another, much smaller portacabin with just two urinals next to one another.
Ciaran stepped up to one and I, naturally, stepped up to the other. Imagine my surprise when Ciaran pulled down his shorts and his underpants together and his ENORMOUS cock unwound itself from inside his shorts. IT WAS HUGE. Not only was it long (about 11 inches soft), but it was as thick as my wrists. I did what I had to do and managed to get my half hard cock back in my trousers and turned to wash my hands in the sink behind us. As I looked in the mirror I could see his naked bum. It was nice and tight and covered with blond hairs. I got the impression that he knew I was looking, but he made no rush to put his cock away and cover himself up.
I stood to one side and made small talk until he had finished, then he shook himself vigorously and turned towards me as he put himself away.
We returned to the canteen and sat together as we ate. His cock seemed to be even bigger than before and every so often his knee would rub against mine and he didn't hurry to move it away. Eventually the conversation turned to marriage and he smiled when I told him that I wasn't. No' he said I've never been that way inclined either'
I wasn't quite sure how to take this comment until his knee pressed against mine harder than ever, and then I think I realised where this was going to end. I returned the pressure and he looked at me and winked. I dare say we're two of a kind' he said in his lilting, come to bed' Irish accent.
Yes' I replied I reckon we are.' And his hand slipped down on to my knee. I placed my hand on the back of his and gave it a squeeze.
Now I'm not sure if I can find somewhere for us to disappear' he said, but it shouldn't be too difficult. You'll have realised that I've got a pound or two of meat inside my trousers' he added 'and I don't expect I'll be able to get it inside of you, but we can have a bit of fun together.'
He said he thought there might be some room in the old uniform stores and told me to wait where I was. He left the canteen and I watched him through the grimy window and saw him go into another cabin a few yards away. After a few minutes a window opened and a beckoning finger appeared. I left the canteen and followed in his footsteps, entering the uniform store to find a makeshift mattress in the middle of the floor and a stark naked Ciaran. I don't like to waste time' he said with a wicked grin. I looked at the windows and he said Ah, I don't think we'll have any onlookers today as most of them have already gone home. As he closed the door I looked at the paint-splattered dust sheet covering the makeshift bed, and it didn't look any too clean, but then neither did Ciaran. "Ah well", I thought, "In for a penny, in for a pound" (email if you need this translating into American) and started to strip off. By the time I was naked Ciaran had worked himself up to erection and although his cock was now as stiff as a board, there were very few changes in dimensions from when he was soft.
I may just be able to take that in my arse' I said but my problem is I have a very small mouth, so I'm afraid a blow job's out of the question. Ciaran laughed and sat on the mattress. That's OK' he said With most guys I don't get much more than a hand job.'
I lay next to him and there was no tenderness between us. This was simply going to be sex for sex's sake. There were no tender kisses, no caressing or cuddling, just straight in, hands on, and get on with it. I took his cock in my hand and started a slow massage which elicited a few moans and started to speed up a little. Not too fast' he said I'm halfway there already and I have another two hours before I can clock off. I laughed and immediately slowed down again.
Ah,' he said that feels grand' and slipped his huge hand over my cock and rubbed his rough fingers over my exposed glans. I winced at the sensation, but when he apologised I told him that I had quite enjoyed it, even though I was not used to the roughness of his hands. He continued to rub for a little longer, then took my whole cock in his hand and started the time honoured, tried and tested pumping movement. I looked down and my cock was totally invisible inside his huge hand, but it felt great.
Oh my' he said I'm starting to get excited now, could you speed up the action a little more?'
I ignored him and he bucked a couple of times `Oh Please, please faster, faster'. Again I ignored him. He looked at me like a hurt little boy whose daddy wouldn't play with him.
`This is the speed I'm using and I'm not going to change it for anyone' I said and continued my gentle pumping. The anticipation of his orgasm was sending him wild and he was like a bucking bronco. When he did eventually reach orgasm he made the loudest noises I have ever heard an ejaculating man make and his love juice shot up in the air and almost reached the fluorescent tube above our head. He must have shot almost half a pint of the stuff and he was still having after-shocks almost a minute later.
That was amazing' he said. I would never have believed that a slow wank could give me so much pleasure. I've truly learned a thing or two today and I'll try it again in future' he said now, what can I do for you?'
I told him that I was quite close to orgasm but that if he wanted to try fucking me he could.
Ah, you're a brave man' he said most of the boys refuse point blank to let me service them when they see the size of my cock. The only problem I have is lubrication'.
Oh, I always carry some in case' I said and got up and took two free sample' Vaseline sachets out of my jacket pocket. One for you, one for me' I said and proceeded to grease my rear entrance ready to receive him. He slicked the head of his dick, although there was quite a bit of precum flowing by now. He decided that he wanted to take me face up, so I raised my legs and put my feet over his muscular shoulders and he slowly moved towards me. `Once you're inside just give me a minute to adjust, then I think you'll be able to slide it all the way in' I said.
Listen,' he said firstly we've been together all morning and I don't even know your name and secondly if at any time I hurt you, just say the word and I'll get out.
My name is Kevin' I told him and I have actually taken bigger dicks than yours, but not for a few years'.
OK Kev' he said relax now, I'm coming in' I felt the first tentative touch of his huge cock against my hole, then a tentative push, but he was reluctant to push harder.
`Don't worry, Ciaran, give it some welly I said (again, email for translation) and he pushed a little harder. I pressed myself towards him and eventually I felt the head overcome the resistance and enter my tunnel of love. To my great surprise and delight there was no pain whatsoever and he was able to push all the way there in one movement which gave him a great smile on his face and an even bigger one on mine.
My word that was easy' he said You're only a little fella but you can certainly accommodate a big cock.'
He started to rock back and forth and I could feel that the whole of my arse was absolutely full, but the Vaseline was doing its work and I was being turned on more each second with his cock massaging my g-spot.
After a couple of minutes his breathing started to get irregular and he started to moan loudly. I was also now getting very close to cumming.
`I'm just off now Ciaran, I'll see you ...wow! Said a voice from the doorway.
Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, wwwwwoooooowwwwww, moaned Ciaran as he lost control and shot his load inside me.
I followed suit, totally ignoring the boy at the door and unloading my seed all over our chests and pubes.
`Fuck me, you've found someone to take your cock' said the boy. That's amazing!'
He came further into the room and sat on a chair watching us.
`Can I see your ticket?' asked Ciaran, laughing.
`Well, I've seen everything now, no point in being shy' said the boy.
`Kev, this is Raymond, he's my little gofer.'
Hi Raymond', I said please excuse my state of undress but we weren't expecting an audience'. I said, sarcastically.
Raymond laughed and reached down to adjust his hard little cock inside his shorts.
`Do you want us to get rid of that bit of stiffness you've got?' asked Ciaran.
Since you ask' said Raymond stripping off I wouldn't say no'.
He came and lay in between us on the makeshift bed and Ciaran said to me `Be my guest, but the same way you did it to me'
`What's that?' asked Raymond.
`You'll find out' said Ciaran.
I took Raymond in hand and asked him how old he was. I'm sixteen' he said just left school.
I started the slow and steady massage and his 5½ little cock stiffened and pulsed with his young heartbeat. After a few minutes his toes started to curl "Here we go" I thought.
Oh, yes' he said that's starting to feel bloody good. `Oh, yes, faster, faster'
True to form I carried on at the same speed and I could see him clenching his buttocks and trying to speed up the moment of orgasm. `Faster, faster' he said as he looked me in the eye. I shook my head.
You'll enjoy it all the more when it happens' I told him. His back was arching off the bed and a sweat had broken out on his face. He started to grunt and snuffle like a little piglet, then the moans really started. Oooooooooohhhh' Oooooooooohhhhh' Aaaaaahhh' Yes...YES...oh, Yes'
As his boyjuice shot from the end of his cock over his head and hit the window behind tears streamed down his face. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you' he muttered thank you, thank you, thank you'
He seemed to pass out briefly and when his eyes reopened he sat up, turned to me, said `you bastard, you made me wait, but it was fantastic!' and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Ya big sissy!' said Ciaran. We laughed and got up off the bed. Ciaran found an old towel to clean ourselves up with, again not too clean, but who could be bothered by this time? We cleaned ourselves up and I sat on a plastic chair while I got my breath back. In the absence of another chair Raymond sat on my lap and gave me another little peck on the lips. Thanks again' he said.
Ciaran was tidying up so as not to advertise what had happened and as he removed the dust sheet from the makeshift bed he revealed underneath eight large mooring fenders. `Well, I'll be buggered' I said.
`You just have been' chorused Ciaran and Raymond together and we all fell about laughing.
We got dressed and left the site together `Fancy a pint?' I asked them and we adjourned to the nearest pub, three men in search of refreshment after a gruelling afternoon.
The Colonel
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