CEMENT MIXER A New Story by JIMBO
We all have our personal fantasies. It seems that most of us find ourselves drawn to our opposites. How many frail femmes do you know who run around looking for other frail femmes? Since I've always been the intellectual academic who goes regularly to the gym to preserve good health but never seems to develop the rippling muscles that others seem to grow even without apparent effort, I have always been attracted to muscular, physical types who don't seem to abound in the world of academia. I look longingly on football players, weight lifters, policemen, firemen and soldiers. But I especially crave construction workers. (Early in my teen years I had a marvelous experience with a stone mason.)
So one of my many eccentricities is driving around in warm weather looking for construction sites. Many thousands of hours that should have been consumed in more productive activities have been spent ogling bare- chested carpenters, road workers, and cement workers. I have become a regular fixture at construction fences and have become so discriminating in my viewing that I have even specialized in watching particular companies and particular workers.
My favorites were cement workers. They labored in minimal attire on the hottest days doing fantastically heavy work. I marveled at their beautiful bodies and their apparently unquenchable spirits. So many were of Italian descent and I watched, wide-eyed as the marvelous black hair on their powerful chests became wet with their own sweat.
Therefore, when I learned that I would need a new driveway at my own home, it was with great excitement and anticipation that I planned the event...my own private construction site. I drove many miles examining cement workers at work and interviewing bosses inviting them to visit me with their estimates. The price of the driveway was about the same for all the companies, but I considered primarily the appearance of the construction team.
I chose a company which employed off-duty firemen thereby combining two favorite fantasies. I scheduled the work in mid July when the weather should be the hottest and when I was able to ship my wife off to visit her sister out of state. As the date approached I reached a peak of excitement and had my folding chair and water bottle ready well in advance.
The sun rose like a flaming orange beach ball on the appointed day and I was up and about before sunrise preparing pitchers of cold lemonade for my guests. There was no telling in advance which workers might arrive since firemen work three days on and three days off and my job would be done by whichever men were "off" that day. Five men arrived separately in their own cars.
The boss was a big, redheaded Irishman who seemed quite blunt and very businesslike. The sun had burned Mac's smooth skin and bleached his red hair almost blond. Evidence of great manhood bulged from his jeans and a bit of red hair poked out of his tank top. The biggest man on the crew was Mike. It would be hard to guess his age. He was well over six feet tall and had a powerfully muscled, mature body. His head, chest, arms and legs were covered with a thick coating of gray hair bleached almost white and looking startling in contrast with his deeply tanned skin and sparking blue eyes. He wore the briefest of well-worn cutoffs from which stretched long, powerful legs that one could only dream of being encircled by.
The crew had only one Italian: Tony was about five feet, seven inches tall and was 175 pounds of solid muscle. Black curly hair topped a face that included full pouting lips and dark, sensitive eyes. A fan of soft black hair stretched over his chest then narrowed to a slender path leading into his cutoffs where the promise of an outstanding Italian package was already on display.
The final member of the crew was not a fireman. Pete was the college age son of Mac, the boss. Light brown hair was cut very fashionably short over a face that was always smiling. His body was incredibly smooth, long and lean. As I looked admiringly at his lithe, young body I almost imagined that the boy smell of youth still clung to him.
I pulled up my folding chair under a shade tree and prepared to watch the show of the old concrete being lifted. Amazingly on this hot day, the men were all drinking coffee. It wasn't long before it had its effect.
Mike was the first of the group to ask to use the bathroom. Eagerly I led him into the house and to the "powder room" off the family room. After asking if there was anything I could do for him, I waited on the sofa. As I hoped, he didn't close the door and my heart beat wildly as I watched the zipper lowered and he lifted his huge cock AND his large low hangers out of their entrapment. A powerful stream hit the toilet and I wondered if I would be able to stand up when he finished. How could a gray-haired man be so gorgeous? When the stream ended, he shook that beautiful piece of equipment a little too long and looked over at me on the couch and gave just a bit of a smile and a wink before covering up and leaving. It was a while before I could make it to my lawn chair again.
Pete was the second potty customer and I showed him to the little room with great anticipation. The walls of this room were covered with mirrored tiles which was fortunate for me because he shoved the door closed after him. Fortunately the humid weather made it stick and it bounced open a crack. I was able to see him reflected in the wall mirrors. He finished his business quickly and then seemed to be fascinated with his image in the mirror. He let his shorts drop to the ground and struck a few "muscle" poses before quickly grabbing up his shorts and hurrying back to work. But I was able to see the full length of his beautiful body. Although I later learned that he was actually twenty years old, his body had the youthful texture of a fourteen year old with just a bit of pubic hair forming a slight brown bush around a large, firm, fresh dick.
When Tony came in and I asked if there was anything I could do for him, he said that he had noticed the pitcher of lemonade and sure could use a drink. I poured him a glass and turned toward him. He was standing at the toilet with his cutoffs around his ankles and his hands on his hips as his breathtakingly beautiful cock commanded the stream of piss which expertly hit the toilet. He motioned for me to bring the lemonade to him and remarked that it would replenish his supply as he smiled that smile of the perfect teeth and winked at me. I could hardly breathe I was so excited. I was standing next to him as he stood naked at the toilet. I watched when the stream ended and he shook the piece and shook and shook until it rose into a semi hardon that looked like a monument to manhood.
"This guy really takes a lot of servicing," he said. "Sometimes a whole lot more than my wife can give me. She was a little sick last night... pregnant, you know." I was speechless but erect as he rejoined his buddies in front.
Mac came in as frequently as the others, but he closed the door firmly and I saw nothing in two days.
They ate lunch under the tree on the lawn; and I scampered around pouring lemonade. After lunch they made trips to the powder room and the last was big Mike. Again I was fascinated by his body and he deliberately dropped his shorts when he saw me watching. When he finished pissing, he just stood there naked running his big hands over that marvelous body. I moved closer and was soon standing in the doorway.
"What do you have for dinner?" he said.
"Spaghetti," I replied.
He had pulled his pants up and zipped the fly. As he passed me in the doorway, he lingered long enough to allow me to cop a quick feel as he said, "I'll join you. Got nothing waiting at home."
When he went back to work, I wondered if I had dreamed the encounter. All afternoon I watched the large baskets on these men as they did their work and day dreamed about them and fantasized about them until I wasn't sure what was real and what was a product of my imagination. Accompanied trips to use the toilet continued all afternoon until quitting time at 4:00. The old concrete was gone and they would put the forms in place and pour the concrete the next day. My dream would be over all too soon. One by one they got in their cars and left.
Mike was the last. When the others had gone, he walked over and stood in front of my chair with his huge package almost in my face. "It's really too hot to eat this early," he said. "I'm all hot and sweaty anyway. How about if I use your shower and clean up a little before dinner?"
"Sure," I gulped unbelievingly.
I showed him to the master bedroom and he made complimentary comments along the way. Once in the bathroom, he quickly stripped off his shorts and shoes and, turning toward me his magnificent equipment fully on display said," I get so stiff and sore working in the sun. I don't suppose you'd mind joining me in the shower and washing my back for me?"
I needed no encouragement and stripped faster than I thought I was able to. In the shower naked beside him I was in heaven. As my hands lovingly caressed his body, he said, "You really like this stuff, don't ya."
I nodded my head, too excited to speak. "I thought so," he said. "I ain't really queer myself, but I got my needs and a divorced man my age aint got too many choices. The old lady takes just about all I make as child support, so I don't get no chance to date much. Girls, that is. So you just feel free to go ahead and do whatever it is that you do. I ain't had any for so long that anything would feel good.
As the warm water flowed over us, I ran my hands over his wonderful body. The huge cock stood straight up on his belly and his nipples were soon hard. I loved the feel of the soapy lather all over the body and he seemed to also. He put his powerful arms around me and held me close to him as I became more excited than I had been in years. I began kissing his neck and chest and soon his huge hands were pushing me to my knees. As my lips reached the huge red helmet of his marvelous cock, my tongue began to flick all over it and he began to moan. I licked my way slowly down the amazing shaft and then took the huge, hairy balls in my mouth one at a time. I was on my knees and he was running his hands through my hair. I felt that I could not hold back on climaxing much longer so I plunged the whole shaft into my mouth and began to suck like crazy. My eruption preceded his, but was no where near as exciting. I thought I would drown in the huge quantities of milky cum that poured down my throat.
"You really do like that stuff," he said.
I withdrew and said, "I'll never get enough of that."
"I got a great supply. I think that you and I might just be beginning, "he said. "Maybe we ought to see about getting a little spaghetti now."
I prepared dinner and we ate with much animated conversation. I heard the whole story of Mike's life and his plans for the future. he had his thirty years in with the fire department and planned to retire and move to Florida soon. After we finished eating, he sat sipping the beer that he had preferred to the wine I offered. Soon he was grinning ear to ear.
"What?" I asked
"Time to move to the bedroom. I got an itch that scratching won't help," he replied with a grin as he got up from his chair and headed toward the bedroom. By the time I got there he was naked and spread-eagled on the bed. I was determined to give him the best treatment he had ever had. I stripped off my robe and lay beside him on the bed and began to fondle his huge body. I let my lips follow my fingers as I explored every inch of his magnificence. My tongue encircled his nipples as they rose to the occasion. Ultimately I got between his huge legs and ran my hands over his powerful hairy thighs as I licked his dickhead and stroked his throbbing shaft with my tongue. Working on his balls I lifted his huge legs over my shoulders and let my tongue continue to the rear door where I found his huge asshole and let my tongue work itself into the pucker. He moaned with satisfaction but soon urged me to move my head back to his cock. Once more I swallowed it in and felt his whole body move into the rhythm as he fucked my eager mouth. My hands were all over his beautiful body as I sucked and as he reached his climax I realized that he had gotten hold of my penis and was pushing it toward his rectum. I felt myself cumming and could not hold back as another stream of milky manjuice shot into my mouth and I realized that I was shooting on his asshole.
We lay almost exhausted for a few minutes, then he said, "I think a quick shower is in order before we have a little beer and continue."
Following the shower, which was anything but brief, we adjourned to the kitchen in robes to open a few cans of beer. He was just telling me that he thought he would like to be a "regular customer" when the doorbell rang.
Opening the door, I saw Tony standing there self-consciously. I invited him in. He was wearing a silky summer sport shirt that clung to his beautiful body and which was open in the front to display his chest hair. He also had dress slacks on and was wearing sandals that showed tanned, beautifully shaped feet. Once inside, he shifted nervously from foot to foot and tried to stammer out a reason for his presence.
He just happened to be driving by (I lived on the end of a dead end street) and saw Mike's car and wanted to explain to Mike that he might not be in to work the next day because his pregnant wife had work for him to do at home but he had called Mel and asked him to come in and help on the finishing and he was just driving around because being in bed with his very pregnant wife made her uncomfortable and... You get the idea. His Italian Stallion was tenting the dress slacks and finally he asked me if he could see me alone for a minute.
With a smile at Mike, I led him toward the bedroom. As soon as we were out of Mike's sight, Tony took my hand and pressed it to his filled basket. "I need some help. Please get rid of him. I really need some help, you know!"
Mike had silently followed us and crept up behind Tony in time to hear what he said. AS I fondled Tony's amazing prick and became aware for the first time of his huge balls, Mike opened his robe and suddenly encircled Tony from behind. Tony moaned and just went limp. Mike picked him up and carried him to the bed where we both pulled the clothes off of him. Naked, Tony's body was worthy of a Renaissance artist.
I slipped off my robe and lay down beside him and began to kiss him all over. He was so hot that he barely knew what was happening. Mike lay on the other side of him and two pairs of hands fondled and explored Tony's body as he moaned and cried with an ecstasy I had never seen in a straight man. I began to lick and kiss his body and his monster prick was jumping with joy. He was so aroused that I was afraid he would come before I had a chance to suck him. I plunged myself onto his throbbing meat and began to suck without much preliminary. He shouted so loud I was glad I had no nearby neighbors and in just a few minutes of sucking he exploded into my mouth in a quantity I found completely amazing.
"Do it some more. Please do it some more. She's afraid I hurt the baby if I do it so she don't give me none. Do it some more. Please. I gotta have it. Do me some more."
I needed no encouragement. As I worked his beautiful chest with my tongue, I noticed that Mike had become occupied with Tony's bubble butt. It really was an amazing bit of anatomy too and Mike's big dick was throbbing hard. I worked my way down to Tony's meat and this time slowly licked and kissed it to arousal. Meanwhile Mike was fondling Tony's butt and inserting fingers in his asshole. I saw Mike reach for the KY jelly on the bedside table and knew where he was headed. I ran my tongue up and down the long shaft of Tony's cock as he became more and more aroused. Then I rolled him over on his side and swallowed in his meat. Mike's big dick covered in jelly was aimed at Tony's asshole. As Tony began to fuck my face and cry out, Mike slid his monster into Tony's asshole and Tony was so hot I hardly think he felt it. But soon Tony was getting it from the front and the rear and was so hot I thought he might pass out. What a triple orgasm that was!
We lay on the bed together for a long time afterwards. Then the three of us moved to the shower and worked up quite a lather. Before he left, Tony asked if he might return again another time if he needed service. I mentioned times when my wife wasn't likely to be home and he wrote them down. Tony left, but Mike had breakfast with me in the morning and was the first to "arrive" at work.
The next day they finished the forms and the truck arrived to pour the concrete. As he had said before, Tony was not there and I got my first look at Mel--Melvin--his replacement. Mel was one of the most beautiful black men I had ever seen. He looked as if Michelangelo had sculpted him from the finest ebony. He was six feet, five inches tall and carried 250 pounds of perfectly formed muscle. He was in his early thirties and said very little and socialized with the others not at all.
As I had done the day before, I watched and served lemonade and ushered them to the toilet as need be. Mel had not entered the house. The truck left and those who were not finishing concrete waited on the grass for the truck to return with another load. Mel said he needed to use the toilet and I took him inside.
He went into the little bathroom with the mirrors, closed the door, and I heard a strong stream that really stimulated my imagination. Then there was silence...a long silence. Slowly the door opened and Mel, his jeans at his ankles and his tee shirt off stood leaning against a mirrored wall with an amazing erection. "Tony told me there would be a little bonus if I took his place today," he said. "Eat me."
I moved into the small bathroom and closed the door behind me. My lips followed my hands to that magnificent chest with its patch of steel wool hair. I ran my fingers through it and then brought my lips to it. My hands slid down the six pack abs to that cock so perfect it had to be seen to be believed. He made no sound as I fondled his meat and then reached around to put my hands on the firmest, most beautifully formed ass I have ever encountered. AS my fingers reached for his butthole and my lips touched his dickhead, his powerful hands closed around the back of my head and he began to fuck my mouth. He was so big I thought that he might come out my other end as he went into my mouth. He fucked for a while and then withdrew and said, "Play around some more. I like that licking and feeling you do." I needed no encouragement. He would let me bring him almost to climax and then would withdraw and want me to "Play around some more." Finally he reached the climax and what seemed like a cupful of heavenly white manjuice poured into me. I fell to the floor exhausted; he dressed quickly and left saying nothing more.
The driveway was competed and my adventure would soon be over. As they packed their equipment to leave, Mike mentioned that since it was Friday he got to spend the weekend with his two sons but would be back next week to see me. Mac called his son Pete over and told him that he had to stay and "guard" the driveway until the concrete had set. Pete protested that he had plans for that night but his father ordered him to stay. He said that there would be plenty of time for him to go out after nine that night when the concrete would have firmed up enough to be left.
They all left and Pete flopped down on the grass pouting. I sympathetically asked what plans he had. He explained that he actually had none since he had just come home from college a couple of weeks before and didn't really know anyone anymore. But he resented his father "commanding" his free time. As a teacher I knew how to listen to these "persecuted by the parents" stories that always accompanied adolescence. Before long, Pete had relaxed and was pouring his heart out to me about all sorts of things. I invited him to come in and have something to eat. He wouldn't leave his post, but joined me for a picnic on the lawn.
As sunset approached, we were sitting on the lawn under a tree with a full view of the driveway but somewhat hidden from the street by some bushes. I had been using my very best seductive conversation to get him in the same mood that I was in. I complimented his lovely body profusely telling him that all his working out was really paying off in one of the finest young bodies I had seen. At one point I became bold enough to put my hand on his bare thigh and run it over the hard muscles. I saw a stirring in the crotch, but was afraid to go too far. I was used to seducing older men, but this was still a boy and I didn't want to scare him.
I got him talking about sex and about the "weird things" people sometimes do when they've had a few beers. I had made sure that he had had several beers with his dinner. I suggested that now that it was nine o'clock and his vigil was over he might like to take a quick shower before leaving. I led him into the bedroom and wondered how I would be able to get into the bathroom with him. But luck was with me. When he finished his shower, he called out that there were no towels in the bathroom. Quickly I entered with a towel and offered to help him.
As I dried his body I let my hands lightly brush his penis several times. After the first time, he sprang to attention. When the "drying" process was finished, I dropped the towel and began to run my hand over his smooth body. He just stood there staring straight ahead. I ran my hand over his chest and stomach and then closed my fingers around his cock.
"Do you mind if I do this?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Ever had this done before."
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean?"
"Had a roommate my freshman year who used to like to fool around with my dick when he thought I was asleep. I just let him. Felt good. Never talked about it."
"Would you like to see how good it can feel?"
"Sure. Why not? Got nothing else to do tonight."
I led him to the bed. He lay down stiffly but with a lovely erection pointing up his body. Slowly I caressed his hairless body telling him to warn me if I did anything that he was uncomfortable with. He said nothing. I began to kiss his body and became drunk with that young boy smell that lingered with him even at his age. I reveled in the feel of my nose in his pubic hair. I licked his body, his balls and his shaft. I was licking my way up to the head when suddenly he shot off his wad all over himself.
"Sorry," he said. "Couldn't help myself. Wanta do it some more?"
"You bet." I got a warm wet wash cloth and washed his body clean and started all over again. He said almost nothing but moaned when something felt especially good. I explored every inch of his body including all the apertures. I kissed his beautiful mouth and let him taste his own cum on my lips. I sucked his beautiful young dick to three more climaxes that night.
Finally he got up and reached for his clothes.
"Thanks. That felt pretty good. Maybe I should have kept my freshman room mate after all. You think that makes me queer?"
"No. But I sure am. And I would be happy to service you anytime."
Pete left. I never saw him again. I never saw Mel again. But frequently on Thursday nights when my wife was at choir practice, Tony would turn up quivering at my door and we would have a "quickie." That happened even after his wife had the baby. Mike came over a few times that summer. Then he retired and moved to Florida. I never saw him again either.
But I never pass a construction crew laying cement that I don't feel a quivering in my nether regions and wish that they hadn't done such a good job on my driveway. I really look forward to my next "Cement Mixer."