BRADY'S MEN by Mike Austin
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My cell rang after I'd downed the Tylenols and was nursing coffee. It was Willis. He and his dad wondered if I was ok and if I wanted to join them for breakfast? I said I was achy and numb at the same time. The pair laughed in the phone and I thanked them but declined the breakfast offer, though wondered what they were doing for supper, and then I emphasized "and this time it's on me, NO ARGUMENTS" !!! Mr. Willis Senior roared across the room into the cell, "ok oreo boy, supper's on you". We ended the call and at that moment the head pain erupted and I felt a real crash of energy and just knew I needed sleep. I hit the sack for another 4 hours, before stirring awake by my cell.
The condo assn. board had asked if I'd run for a new position as Capital Projects Coordinator and the Board Pres., Jason Meeks wanted a reply today, me having missed their requested response date. Actually I was afraid of the role as it could be a losing prospect from the get go, OR at the worst get me shunned by the owners. On the phone though and it may have been the head and body aches, I agreed to run. The assn annual meeting was the following Saturday and the ballots were being sent out today to all owners of record. Long story short, I got elected by a landslide and became the first and new Capital Projects Coordinator for the New City Condo Owners Assn. what had I gotten myself in to I questioned. To better understand and define my role, I would not be a voting board member but a coordinator. In fact, I would specify and write a Scope of Work and describe how it was to be bid. The respondents would submit their bids and the Board Secretary would cover or delete the prices from the bids and hand off to me to ensure all aspects were bid and in the order of or by line item for the original bid Scope of work. If there was no formal response as specified, a bidder would get 3 business days to edit their bid or be disqualified. The first project out the chute was a new main driveway, approach and dumpster pad for the property. This would also include a new secured entry gate, all to be coordinated by me, once a bid was accepted and funding approved. I withdrew from any direct management of the project and agreed only to serve as specifier and deferred to the Assn's Management firm to serve as Direct Project Manager. All agreed to eliminate any impropriety or jeopardy of my role and owner.
At the first meeting to review the 4 final bids, I had already rejected two for non-compliance and failure to revise their bids, one of the bidders announced they could not meet the described timeframe and was subsequently disqualified. The remaining three bidders were all moderately large companies and I'd mentioned two of them with professional recommendations. I was excused from the meeting as the bids were voted on for cost basis and a bidder was selected. It was not one of the pair I had suggested and that made me even more secure, not having to owe any firm, anything. It would also make coordinating the work effort an easier task. I was invited to join the Management firm's Project Manager at their office to kick-off the project. In attendance was the Assn Treasurer, the Mgt. firm officials, me, and Project Manager, lead and accounting supervisor for the vendor. It was a good project and I felt proud of the S.O.W. I'd authored and had gotten a fair price with guarantees on both sides of the coin.
Now I'm no prude and have enjoyed eye candy and sex with guys from job sites before, but this firm was working close to "home and I was trying to be reserved. Yet the kick-off meeting was troubling and I met their Project Manager who was a handsome MAN. The trouble got jumpstarted the day I met Kyle the land surveyor even before the first crew member or piece of gear arrived on the scene. This lanky 32 y/o brunette was furry and I was to learn sported a 7.5"x6" dick and heavy low hangers. I'd arrived back home early from a kick-off meeting for one of my projects and found this guy poking at the security gate with the survey equipment and his helper and youngish 20 something. After introducing myself, we chatted cordially then I showed him what he was doing wrong, we entered the property and I showed him the start and scope of the project, at which point he advised me he had directions to do a complete survey so I didn't disagree, gave him my cell # and left them to begin their set-up. I came home, changed into shorts and T then walked back out with a pair of icy cold waters, handed them to the guys and chatted a bit more, giving me a fresh chance to check out Kyle. They allowed two days for the field work and on day two he was there alone and I saw him reviewing his field notes, metes and bounds and markers. I suggested another cold water and he accepted, following me to my unit. He was impressed with my work out bench and I showed him some of the finer points and as he lay back on the bench to get a better feel, I saw he wore now underwear, clearly seeing the outline of his shaft and appearance of a big dick head. Having seen me scoping out his crotch, he leaned back and stretched further, sat the water bottle on the floor and shoved his hands behind his head and grinned. "All yours if you want some man" was all he said. In no time I had his fly open and was mouthing his hardening dick. His cock and balls were already salty and I was craving that taste. He swung sideways, stood and let his work pants drop tot eh floor, his cock cantilevered from his torso and my mouth engulfing it eagerly. "Get down on your knees man, that's the way I like a cocksucker taking my dick" he announced and I was happy to assume the position. I bobbed furiously on that shaft and my jaws began to ache. "Yeah that's the way, keep at it and you'll get the prize" he encouraged. I worked that much harder and soon felt his hips pulsing to my face faster and faster, "gonna cum man, gonna cum" and with that Kyle exploded volleys of cum down my throat. I cleaned him up and after tugging up his work pants and making ready to leave, turned and reminded me he had my number and would call for repeat sessions. "Anytime" I replied. He left and by late afternoon hit my cell and announced he needed more head and would head by after work. He did, several times during and after the completion of our concrete project. Lucky for me I came home when I did. Very lucky. The next time he dropped by for head, he stood feeding me, talking on the phone, holding the back of my head with his free hand and fired cum loads, continued his call as he tugged up and as he left my unit, gave me a will call you hand gesture and disappeared. That became our routine, he was multi-tasking while being blown and I craved that challenge.
Bryce McGuire was the Project Mgr. for our condo project and was on-site at least 4 days/week so I had ample chances to scope out this hunk. This one Monday morning, week two on the job, I was out with a mug of coffee, watching the crew get underway and begin work back by the dumpster first, which required heavier base and structural support, when Bryce noticed me scoping he and his crew out. He waved tentatively then joined me briefly for an update. We talked about our weekends and then he shoved off back to his crew. What a fucking stud I thought; seeing him for the first time up close since our initial kick-off meeting!!! I was to learn he was 45, married, was about 6'2" and 200#s but solid as a rock with a handshake that was crushing. His furry light brown chest and arm hair led me to all sorts of fantasies after the kick-off meeting and now in person wearing his khaki work gear, would fuel even more J/O sessions. Oh yeah, he may be a jock-wearer as he had that sort of bunched up crotch, jocks can produce. It was a gentle mound and I wanted it BAD. I'd reminded him of my cell and unit # in case he needed me for any help or liaison with any owners. His perpetual 5 o'clock scruff heightened my lust. There were several crew members that caught my attention as well as Bryce. On Weds. of week two I was heading out and saw this guy wearing a 24Hour Fitness Tshirt. I stopped, paused and commented on his short and that I was a member back in my former neighborhood; he knew of it and had gone to that location a few times as well. His name was Sam, looked 30 ish and hard torso and handshake. While a worker-bee, he was Bryce's right-hand guy and made sure I knew if Bryce wasn't around to let him know if I needed anything. I thanked him and headed out. It was odd but he showed absolutely no crotch or bulges, but had a finely toned set of glutes that showed off in his baggy work pants. By week three, they'd demoed the dumpster pad area and were ready to lay in new rebar and get ready for the concrete pour. The guys doing the rebar work were like worker ants and had a routine and program that was so methodical it could become boring to watch, much less perform. At the end of the process though were two welders that cut and finished the rebar ends, then went out and touched the tied off runs of rebar and repeated the steps until the area was sound and stable enough for the pour day. Both welders were studs. One appeared more of a lead guy, named Bruce, who I'd learn was Greek, 40, married, cold black hair but green eyes, furry as all get out and packed a huge crotch. The other, I'd see on, but not meet on the job, but off-site. His name was Roy of Cherokee descent and a real bull. More on that later.
Bryce had caught me cruising him a couple of times, but hadn't acted on it or. Called me out about it. One day I had a late morning client meeting and was doing a workout routine on the bench with the blinds up when Bryce walked by, saw me there and knocked on my door. I answered in shorts and was shirtless and a bit surprised he was knocking at this early hour. I invited him in, he apologized but said he'd tried my cell but it just went to VM. His question involved a finish issue near the dumpster pad as they were about to pour and we got engaged in option discussions. Reviewing the options as we shared cups of coffee, he commented that I must be an active work-out sort and that led me to show him my bench and go over my routine steps. He commented that it worked as I was fit; then said he didn't have much time for a gym with his work schedule and drive times; which I fully understood and shared agreement. He shocked me when he gripped my left bicep and felt me firm it, pretty decent for a desk jockey and smiled a big grin. "Yeah while I'm not on jobs like you, I spend a fair amount of time hiking jobs and such and need to stay fit and active" I responded. He didn't feel put off or step back when I gripped his bicep and as he flexed, he hip pumped as well and my comment hung in the air "NICE".......He grinned, removed my hand from his bicep and placed it on his crotch, adding, "so's this if you're interested"? "FOR DAMNED SURE" I admitted and set about unzipping his fly. Squatting before him, hauling out a thick uncut dick from his jock (question answered), I skinned hm slightly, licked his head then swallowed slowly. As his head hit the back of my tongue, his hands gripped my skull and he began a steady skull uck. Gradually he sunk his dick deeper in my throat until it was lodged, balls deep to my face. I came off his dick and found he'd swollen to about 8" and was so think like Mr. Willis Senior, I couldn't grip it with my fist. I dove back down and he moaned softly, "that's it get it all down". I worked for his cumload and after a bit he posed, "you swallow" and I moaned and nodded yes. After another few minutes Bryce McGuire urged "breakfast time" then flooded my throat with cum. I was amazed at his cum volume but delighted. We repeated this regularly.
One day after his morning feeding, his radio went off. It was Sam trying to find him with some questions. As Bryce explained his location, Sam said he'd come over and knew the unit. Bryce and I stared at each other and waited for the knock. It came and Sam was standing there with a big grin, I invited him in and offered coffee which he accepted. "You guys done" as Sam looked us up and down, then noticing his boss's tucked in shirt, continued "guess so" and smiled again. Bryce and I looked dumbfounded at each other, then broke out laughing. "What, you think you two pulled it off on me or something", I knew your story as he looked at me, from the day you cruised me as you were leaving the property and checked out my Tshirt he said in mock mid-air finger quotes. And Bryce, you had no reason to watch Brady leave every morning unless you were getting something or giving it and figured you to be a feeder not an eater. Caught red-handed, Bryce nodded and grinned then blushed and stammered to speak, when Sam continued, "boss not a problem for me, I just wanna get some from Brady too". With that the lean 30ish gym rat tugged off his T, dropped his workpants and slid his jock and cup down. The heavy lean dick swung over a set of low hanging shaved balls and dripped pre-cum. Not wasting any time, I kneeled there and then, lifted his dick, looked up at the pair of hunks and swallowed Sam to the base, burying my face in his sparse pubes and used my throat muscles to milk him hard. My moans were punctuated by Sam's urges, "that's it, get me stiff, eat that dick deep in your throat cunt". Bryce wasn't shy and chimed in, "go for him Brady, suck that dick good like you do me". I began bobbing on Sam's thickening dick. Though nowhere near the girth or length of Bryce, Sam's dick was stiff as rebar when he got hard and made it difficult to deep throat without being at just the right angle. I gurgled his pre-cum for about 10 minutes before he grabbed my head and plowed cum down my throat hole. Finished up by licking his dick and balls then stood, asked if they wanted more coffee, but both agreed to being back on following mornings and they were; sometimes together to get group head or solo. Anytime I had Bryce and Sam was a good way to start my day.
One day en route home one afternoon, I stopped at VIDS+ an adult gift store that had toys, vids, gag gifts and more. They also had a set of 12 video booths behind the curtained area that could somedays be active. With only two other vehicles in the lot, aside from the cashier's car, I figured there was no action. I greeted Samantha the cashier, bought $3 of video tokens, set a coupe bottles of poppers aside and said I'd be back for them and headed to the curtained booth area. I paused in the hallway and listened for the sound of videos playing and led off both to the right and left, 6 booths each direction. I turned right first and made my way to the end booth, then entered the one next to it where an ample glory hole revealed the other booth's occupant. I knew the guy and he was another bottom so passed and made my way back into the hallway and down to the opposite end to scope out the other booth. The gloryhole revealed a blue-collar guy in mid stroke, who paused as I peered through the hole. His big fist gripped a rally thick uncut dock and with his other hand, he reached in his fly and worked out a long bag of balls. He pumped slow, showed off his head coated in pre-cum at this point and slowly eased the head toward the hole. I licked his head through the hole and he began to feed that dick tube through the hole and into my mouth. His salt was like magic to my taste buds and I gulped and tongued his slit and dickhead then shaft and finally got him in my throat. My moans vibrated on his dick and he stiffened even more. removing his fist he pressed hard against the wall, driving his dick fully in my throat. I bobbed vigorously until he pulled back then slammed it hard and shot off. His slowly retreating dick got further tongue action until he pulled back all the way and began to dress. I stepped from my booth and headed back down the hallway as he emerged from his end booth. As he came closer I stared at him and asked quietly, "don't I know you" he paused too and looked stunned then shrugged and left the booth area for his truck. When I paid for my poppers and left the store, the guy was still sitting in his truck and waved my way as I walked toward my truck. "Yeah I know now" he said pointedly, and I asked "know what". He grinned, nodded and announced "New City condo job; I'm Roy a welder on that job and work with Bruce the lead welder". My face ignited with lust and I smiled, "oh hell yeah that's it that's where I've seen you BOTH". We chatted some and I learned that both he and Bruce were recently divorced and playing the field and always horned up. I commented, "well sure am glad I had to stop here today and fund you and asked if I could give him my # and let him use it whenever he needed some relief"? He agreed, stored my cell in his phone and then asked if I minded him sharing this with Bruce as he thought both welders could use some R&R at times, I encouraged him and we shook hands, then went our separate ways. How fucking awesome was that I thought to myself, and headed home. My J/O session later, had both welders spit roasting me and I was a happy camper for damned sure, blowing a huge load all over myself and bench.
The weekend finally arrived. I woke, got my coffee down and was doing my workout when the cell went off. It was a number I didn't know so let the call go to VM. After the ping alert, as I sipped coffee down I listened to the VM. A guy announced "ok cocksucker, this is Bruce and am here with Roy and we need to get our nuts and plan to give em to you this morning so answer the fuckin phone". I hit CALL and as Bruce answered, I apologized for not answering and his reply came, "we'll be there in 10, be ready" and hung up. I did a quick teeth brush and made sure there was plenty of coffee if needed and waited for the knock that came. The paid came in and looked rough. They admitted to being on an all night binge and were horny and hungry. "I got bacon and eggs afterwards, and a deep throat and firm hole to fuck so maybe can help you guys out with both your needs" I stated flat out. After they declined coffee, we stripped. I took them to the bench and I got doggy, straddling my bench and began sucking Bruce's hairy thick uncut dick. Roy lubed my butt and dick slapped my ass to heat things up. He deeply fingered and probed me before stuffing my butt full of Cherokee dick meat. Bruce grabbed my head and began a steady skull fuck. I love being spit roasted and this pair was delivering on all 8 cylinders. Both guys were in rut and really hammered my holes. They took turns on each end before getting off, each nailing the holes twice before taking a coffee and breakfast break; recharging and loading me up with two more loads each. I had cum running from my well-fucked ass as the pair left and said they'd be back though and to answer the phone next time. I thanked them as they headed out. Roy called about 2p.m. for another session and he delivered as aggressive a fuck as he'd done earlier. Both called Sunday morning for breakfast and sex. HAPPY HERE!!