PISSED WORKMEN By JonH
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"Here he comes again" I muttered, reaching down for my beer.
It was the third time Mr. Stenopoulos had 'casually' walked out onto the balcony, something was on his mind it was obvious. Me and Kyle could pick it straight off but Ramine and Steve didn't have a clue what was going on, they guessed that Stenopoulos was real picky on the work we'd done during the day.
"All four of you are drinking I see" Stenopoulos was the kind of guy that even when he tried to make conversation he an arsehole.
"Well, it is past four and we've been here since eight Mr Stenopoulos".
"Of course. I'm very happy with what you've done."
Fair enough, he should be happy. The property development company Stenopoulos represented prided itself on being able to strip down and convert old warehouses to apartments within six months. Stenopoulos was one of those blokes that's always telling you how 'hands on' he is about his work, a' course his definition of beings hands on means nothing more than he hangs around while we work watching to make sure we do it right and that he keeps his suit clean.
For the last two weeks he's been dropping by the site around 3:30 everyday. "How's it going boys?" is the standard greeting. The 'boys' bit pisses me off, he can't help being patronizing I guess. Stenopoulos would be mid thirties, I'm 29, Kyal's 28 and Ramine's 40 I think, the only one who's a 'boy' would be Steve at 19.
Seeing as Stenopoulos's company wants to wring every last buck out of these warehouse conversions they've employed the four of us to strip out all the wooden paneling, the doors, door frames and electrical and bathroom fittings. So far we'd got out most of the wood panels and the doors which had been damn hard work seeing as it's the middle of summer and these old warehouses are built solid.
All four of us were covered in dust and sweat and seeing as it's a Friday I figured we deserved a few beers out on what's left of the wooden balcony. The sun and hard work dried out the air and our throats so the four of us weren't exactly sitting on our beers. Being slightly pissed kinda helped in relaxing us around Stenopoulos's $800.00 suit and his ever present stress state.
"Good to see those concrete walls exposed boys. Very solid. The paneling come off OK?" He pulled up an old office chair and made a point not to spend too much time dusting it off.
"Yeah, not a problem. You wanna beer Mr Stenopoulos?"
"Thank you yes"
"So you'll be refitting all this place" Ramine asked.
"The main structure yes. But this, this balcony and the toilet I think it was, we'll be demolishing it"
Stenopoulos's eyes lingered on Ramine's hairy, heavy looking legs as he answered. Ramine didn't notice but me and Kyle exchanged a quick smirk.
Ramine had been trained and employed by a shipping company that worked the Black Sea but ever since migrating here he'd been doing odd jobs until him and his wife could move out from his brothers house. He had a boyish looking 'old' face that looked always worried and amused at the same time. He'd woulda been just under six foot with a heavy body that looked fat until he had to lift something - then you saw the muscle underneath.
Ramine though it was funny how I liked to have sex with men, the way he saw it, if you work with men in your job all day why would you want to then be surrounded by men at night. "You dirty buggerers" he'd laugh.
By 'buggerers' he meant me and Kyle. I didn't bother explaining that Kyle wouldn't ever think of loving another guy he just loved sticking his cock into any hole that'd take him. I'd known him to fuck a guy and then look genuinely shocked that it might mean he was gay. He did have sex with alot of woman though so guys only came into it when their was what he called a 'drought'.
Him and me had worked at the same company for years. I'd told him I liked dicks one night when we were pissed in the pub. Kyal's a good looking guy with close cropped hair, a smooth well defined body but he's not really the type of guy I go for so him and me have pretty much just a friendship that's never gone past comparing the length of each others hardons (I'm 8 inches he's 7 and a half).
As far as I know Steve doesn't know about me or Kyle. Like I said he's only 19, he wouldn't be more than 5'7" with fair hair that's always sticking up, body wise I guess you'd call him slim but with alot of tight muscles. Sex wise I know he's desperate and horny but straight. I don't mind younger guys occasionally but ever since one of my first experiences when I was 16 I've got it in my head that they never wipe their arses properly.
It was getting close to five and doing a quick count of the beer I could see we'd started on the second dozen. The sun didn't seem to be losing any of it's heat so no one looked like they planned on slowing the drinking.
Ramine could drink all of us under the table, Steve on the other hand was lookin' unsteady on his chair but he didn't look in a hurry to leave which was a pity seeing as me and Kyle had kinda got ol' Stanopoulos sussed.
As a person Stanopoulos was what I'd call an arsehole but as far as looks go I like Greek guys, or should I say I like his kind of body. Stocky, abit of hair and a nice meaty lookin' arse. He had dark, curly hair that he had to keep short to control, clean shaven but with a permanent stubble. It was the nervous licking of the lips when he watched us work that put the idea in my head that he wouldn't mind at least giving a blow job or two.
Kyle didn't like him, he thought the gold jewelry and the way he never took off his suit jacket when on site was his way of making it known to the four of us that he was better in some way.
"So I guess we'll only be around another week or so then" Kyle was facing Stanopoulos in his chair and made a not too subtle show of putting his legs apart so without too much effort Stanopoulos could see up the leg of Kyal's shorts.
"Yes, yes I guess so" He saw the inside of Kyal's thighs but took along swig of his beer to cover up his excitement.
"I gotta take a piss" Steve suddenly slurred.
Stanopoulos snapped to attention at this. Again, me an Kyle looked at each other and smirked.
"You gotta piss do ya' Steve?" Kyle almost leered at Stanopoulos when he said this.
"Yesh I do" unsteadily he got to his feet and made his way to the toilet. We'd stripped it of fittings including the urinal so seeing as it was being demolished the four of us had been pissing in the left over drain.
"Steve show Mr Stanopoulos here where the toilet is will you. You need to go aswell Mr Stanopoulos?"
"Yes" a lick of the lips that none of us missed "sun and beer goes through you."
The two of them walked into the old toilet block. Steve was unsteady on his feet, the beer Stanopoulos had drunk had obviously relaxed him because he kept his eyes on Steve and not his leather shoes.
"Daryl man, he's fuckin' ours" I could smell the beer and sweat from his body as he leaned in close."
I felt my cock stir in my trousers at the thought of fucking that Greek arse.
Ramine stood up, scratched his belly and looked out over the side of the balcony. He didn't know what was going on but he knew it was something.
Drinking our beers we watched the tenting in each others pants and waited.
Steve then weaved his back towards us.
"Where's Stanopoulos?" I asked.
"Still there. He can't piss"
"Whaddya mean? Piss shy?" Kyle asked in a whisper.
"No man, he had a fuckin' boner" Steve's face was flushed by alcohol and embarrassment.
At that I laughed "So what happened?"
"I showed im' the drain we use. You know, I aimed right at it and he was kinda lookin' at me like he was mad at me or somethin', so I asked him if it's OK to use and says sure go ahead. He's next to me and I wasn't lookin' or anything but ya' know man, he's fuckin' around with his fly and you can't miss it. He knows I see it and says some shit about the sun but I'm tellin' you the guys fuckin' gay for sure."
Steve doesn't know what me and Kyle are thinking until Kyle stands up and the shaft of his erection presses against the fabric of his shorts.
I his drunken state Steve's even more confused than ever.
Kyle then leaves to go to the toilet aswell. Adjusting my own crotch I look at Steve and trying to sound drunker than I am tell him we're gonna get Stanopoulos to blow us like it's something I've never thought about in my life.
Without waiting for this to sink into Steve's alcohol soaked brain I get up from my chair, shove my hands down the front of my trousers to adjust my stiff cock then make my way over to the toilet.
I'm right behind Kyle as he enters the toilet. Stanopoulos is still facing the wall, his heads thrown back as he takes another long skull of his beer. The concrete in front of him is dry. A few feet from where he's standing I can see the wet arch where Steve had pissed only minutes before.
Without saying a word me and Kyle take off our t-shirts, wipe the sweat from our faces and go stand either side of Stanopoulos. He doesn't move and I notice his meaty semi-erect cock is hanging out the fly of his trousers.
I'm waiting for my cock to go down so I can piss when I see Kyal's stream hit the concrete wall, Stanopoulos looks square at the pissing cock. Kyle holds his great looking cut cock between his fingers and slowly directs the stream lower until the sound of piss splattering on leather shoes fills the stifling hot toilet. Stanopoulos doesn't move, his cock jumps and then steadily the head pushes out from the foreskin until the round purple head puts to the ceiling.
Finally I'm able to let go of my more than full bladder. The smell of urine and beer wafts up to our noses as I circle my stream on the concrete wall. Piss isn't something I think about too often but this stuff is hot. Watching Kyal's clear strong stream splatter on the leather shoes gives me an idea and what very soon will be a full fledged erection, gripping the hardening shaft I bring my stream down onto the legs of Stenopoulos's trouser leg. Working my stream of piss up the well laundered crease I rest finally just below his open fly. The guys getting saturated and he's cocks tellin' us what he thinks.
I lean towards Stanopoulos' ear "we're gonna fuck that Greek arse a' yours". With a flick of my finger his belt and fly opens completely and with little effort the pissed soaked trousers slide to the floor, what's not been pissed on my me is then completely saturated my the last of Kyals stream.
"You like guys piss Mr Stanopoulos?" Kyle leers "why doncha go an' lick that wall where Steve pissed."
I didn't expect it but Stanopoulas stepped from his soaked trousers and wearing piss wet shoes and socks he walked over to the wall. Leaning in close to the concrete sniffed and then licked the fast drying piss from young Steve's cock. His hairy arse comes into view when his shirt tail and suit lift up his back. I can see the hairy crevice open slightly and the thought of sinking my cock into it gets my erection a full hardness.
Hoisting my trousers over my cock I stand there naked, ready and goddamn horny. I look to the door and see the three of us are alone. Pity, I woulda liked Ramine and Steve to see my cock sink into the bosses crack.
Kyle drops his shorts to the floor and kicks them aside. Watching Stanopoulos inhale the smell of concrete and piss we both take off our work boots and slowly wait for him to turn around.
When he does his eyes shoot down towards our crotches and the monster boners we've got waiting for that arse of his. His fat Greek erection juts up from between his shirt. Ripping off his suit top and unbuttoning that white shirt of then drops them to the floor without a care. Bending over to remove his pissed wet shoes and socks I see a glimpse deep into his crack.
Kyle moves towards him and slaps his face with his cock. Stanopoulos's mouth lunges towards the rock hard cock my Kyal's took and quick and to eager to fuck. I can't take my eyes of that hot sweaty arse.
With our erections pushing against Stanopoulos's thighs we move him over towards the old toilet basin. We each grab onto a sweaty fat mound of arse cheek and then slipping our fingers in close to his hole we lift him up and drop him heavily onto the bench.
Stanopoulos moves his hips forward and raises his legs. The mass of sweaty black hair down his crack separates so soon I catch a glimpse of that fleshy arse ring. Squatting down I work up spit in my mouth before sending a thick wad a saliva between his legs. The long string of it hangs from the Greek arse hairs before my fingers scoop it up and work along that heady smelling mans crack. He spreads his legs a little more and the tips of my fingers slide onto his ring, the wet twitching lips grip onto the my fingernails as I work the spit from my mouth into his chute.
Kyle positions his cock at the entrance and with thumb and forefinger I part the hairs to give a clear view. I give a view tugs on my own cock as I watch Kyals shaft sink deep into the soft moist Greek hole. Stanopoulos throws back his head in ecstasy. Sweat dripping from his brow and down his cheek is licked fast and greedily from his lips, his fat pink tongue darts out from between his quivering thick lips. I want my cock in that mouth!
Grabbing a nearby chair I stand on it and squeezing Stanopoulos's course slimy face force his jaw to open until I see that tongue of his lapping hard for my cock head. Thrusting my hips into his face the shaft sinks into his mouth. His 'boys' are fucking every orifice.
Stanopoulos purses his heavy lips and I feel his tongue pushing at my cock head trying to get it out from his mouth. I let my saliva dripping shaft fall from his lips before slapping it wetly against his ear.
"I gotta piss" he gasps, bubbles forming at the corner of his mouth from my cock juice.
"So piss!" Kyle slams his cock deeper into the Greek body, the smell of his arse and Stanopoulos's hole drifting high into the air.
Letting his head fall back Stanopoulos closes his eyes and suddenly a stream of clear beer piss shoots up from his cock, piss splatters onto the wall and droplets splash onto my body.
"In ya' mouth, piss in ya mouth" I whisper in his ear.
He does it. The filthy bastard aims it at his lips, torrents of the stuff run down his body before he opens up and with the gurgling sound of a toilet his mouth soon fills with his own piss. I can see him gulping hard, his adams apple moving under the unshaven skin of he takes his bodies piss back into his stomach.
Soon the torrent is flowing from his lips and running down onto his body. The sound of sweat slapping skin gives way to louder wet slapping men's thighs as the Greek urine trickles down onto Kyal's crotch. Kyle just picks up the speed and a spray of piss fills the warm air as the two bodies slam into each other. Watching Stanopolous's piss trickle down Kyal's legs is all I need. The flow of piss into his mouth is slowing but I don't wait, the last of the flow thuds against my rock hard shaft as I push my cock back into his mouth. A mouth full of piss runs between my legs as my cock causes the cheeks to overflow.
Kyle suddenly pulls back, the smell of Stanopoulos's arse gets stronger as Kyle without thinking begins to hammer hard at his arse juice smeared shaft sending a boiling, shot of white hot cum flying wildly into the air. Teeth scrape on my shaft as I wrench it from Stanopoulos's mouth, jump down from the chair and ram my shaft deep into the well oiled well worn hole. My body sinks deep between the Greek thighs, I cam feel my cock pounding into the soft bowel muscles, gripping and clenching down onto my shaft it's not long before I'm close.
Gripping onto Stanopolous's shaft I tell him to blow: "blow you fucker now". With a groan and a dry throated gasp my head drops back as the first shot of cum shoots from my cock. Ripping the spewing cock from the hole I blow huge amounts of white jizz onto Stanopoulos's shaft, white frothing bubbles squeeze from his fingers as he pounds himself like a mad man before he too is sending a load of mans juice streaking across that heaving hairy chest of his. His gasps trail off as slowly his head falls back and with a thud hits the wall.
Leaving him on the bench me and Kyle wipe down our wet bodies with our t-shirts before we unsteadily make a way out the door of the toilet. My legs are weak and my head is thumping as I drop back down into my chair as the sun slowly fades.
I look at Ramine and Steve, they're both looking stunned at me and Kyle as we takes long satisfied gulps of the cool outside air. In a croaking spent voice all I can tell em' is "we fucked the boss".
THE END.
When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk
(if it's the pics you want please mention story title so I know what you're after)