Skinhead-Construction 13
Continued from Skinhead Construction 12: /nifty/gay/encounters/skinhead-construction/
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"And cameras are off", Josh announced
The next morning Josh dropped me off at home where I spent most of Saturday sleeping off my horrendous hangover and nursing my sore body. My chute was sand-papery sore and I was shitting red off and on just like David said I would. Though my hole was raw from being gang-fucked not just my first splitting open from of Young Skin Punk Josh's beer can of a cock. My jaw muscles felt stiff and the taste of dick lingered in my mouth no matter what I did.
It was a lost weekend. Lights off, sleeping, getting stoned, sleeping, jacking off to the cool mystery dude gang-fuck movie link that the Josh emailed me. Great, my bitch ass is now all over the internet getting gang-fucked by a group of leather hooded studs. Damn, did I take that cock from Mr. Long? And who the fuck was he anyway? At least my face as hidden except for the word "BOOTS" scrawled on my back in black marker. What a bunch of assholes I hooked myself up with.
The first week at my new job at the construction site was hell. While it was sexual Disneyland with lots of snow white from the seven dudes my body was not up to the hard work of a construction site in summer. My young frame had been used to driving a chair in an office. I got sunburned the first day and put to work being everyone's grunt. I spent days picking up scraps of wood and throwing them into neat piles, then cutting them up into 14.5" lengths for fire-blocking. Then I hauled endless debris to the trash container, swept sawdust out of the houses under construction........over and over and over. All the while I got hazed and whistled at like a bitch with big titties by some of the studs working around me. "Hey BOOTS! Come give me a piece a that sweet ass!" or "Hey BOOTS, I hear you like sucking dick!" The best one was when the guys all got together to present me with a pair of new knee-pads. Neet.
Though I was supposed to be training to be assistant to the foreman, I was paying my dues in more ways than one. The only bright spot was the daily hook-ups in the office trailer with my boss David the Skinhead Construction Stud and his little brother the Josh the Young Skin Punk. There was also the off-the-reservation sneak offs the to dark corners of the construction site with some of the other guys I already had "gotten to know" over the previous weekend to give them a quick blow-job or let them dump a load in my nicely shaved man cunt. Some of them were straight and even married, but had no qualms about secretly getting their nut in one of my holes.
Aside the grunt work beating my body up, I felt like this gig was going to be pretty good. While I went college to sit in the office and run the world, being out in the sun and using that education to become a master at building it was well more fun. And days peppered with some of the hottest dudes on earth shoving their raunchy dirty cocks in my mouth, wrapping their sweaty hairy arms around me, brushing the back of my neck with their rough whiskered faces and planting me with lots of warm manseed were things I was eager to get out of bed for at 5 o'clock in the morning like never before.
To skip ahead a couple months, I had gotten my driver's license back from having lost it for a year from a DUI. David sold me his 20 year old Chevy truck for $1000, giving me wheels to get to and from work with, as well as use on the job. It's an old POS, but it passed smog and starts up in the morning. He now has to suffer with his new Ford F-350 Super Duty diesel. What a dick.
I finally had gotten through the green pea phase. I was now hardened up physically and mentally by the job as well as the constant prodding and camaraderie of other guys around me. My skin was now tanned dark, my arm muscles toning up, my hands no longer soft as a babies butt, and I now had magically taken on the look feel and aura of a construction dude that I had always gotten so turned on by. It didn't take long for me to grow the additude and bravado that comes with being part of a close knit group of men either. I had become part of the team, a corps, a brotherhood of sorts.
That confidence and rising tide of testosterone even caused my sex to evolve. I had become more aggressive and predatory by osmosis. It seemed I felt the urge and reveled in the power of planting my own seed more often, turning him over on his belly and jack-hammering his hole till he begs me to cum inside him like the little bitch he is. Don't get me wrong I'm still the Boss and his brother's dedicated bitch cunt and on my knees at the service of my brothers, but really starting to fill in and grow my wings. Now when I see a hot dude, it aint just his hairy dick I'm thinking about tasting. I'm thinking about bending him over and powerfucking him till I dump my load in his sweet stink hole. Not yet 25, but I was startiing to really feel my manhood taking hold.
At the very least the scales of versatility have balanced when I spend alone time with David. And we have been doing a lot of that at my place after work. He and I had become a lot closer and spend as much time together as possible. I hate to get gushy but I think I am in love with the tattooed ex-con who has been playing a daddy and brother in my life a lot lately. But I am the other man, he is still hitched with a bitch and hating it. But that is the subject of the next chapter.
Today was the day I got the sudden urge to conquest and take down a piece of new man ass for my own. It came out of nowhere without warning, but I acted my gut and had the confidence to play it out for the first time. I had been trying to get this particular house finished up and ready for handing it over to the new owners by the weekend. Things weren't moving along as quickly as they should. As usual, nothing gets done without a lot of pushing and shoving with the sub contractors. After a lot of grinding over the phone Ramundo our paint contractor relented to send one of his guys out late on this afternoon to help touch up inside the house.
I wanted to bend him over a sawhorse and fuck his tight little ass right there and then. Damn I was reeling the moment I saw him. I was hornier than shit and this handsome butch little Mexican stud wasn't helping. The well tanned young chico was about 5'-4 and 150 lbs and barely an adult. He was driving so he was at least 16 I thought, but he had to be older....maybe 18-19. He was handsome and cute in a way that was masculine cholo but still boyish. His buzz cut head and lightly scattered black chin pubes gave a hint of artistic intellectual finesse to his otherwise blue collar appearance. His tight bubble ass showed well through his loose white painter's pants and his V-shaped torso outline tore at my retinas as I watched him unload the paint buckets from his truck. I shook my head and thought of heading to the blue outhouse and squeezing one off.
He finally came up to me and introduced himself as Jose. I looked him over with a hungry glare, not hiding my scope at all. I didn't care, I was his boss at the moment and he would'nt say a word about it even if he wanted to. He asked me to show him what all needed to be done. I was tempted to tell him I needed my cock cleaned off. But I needed the paintwork done more than my own needs at the moment. My interest was piqued however as I picked up on his trace flamboyant mannerisms as he spoke and responded to my directives in half english half spanish senteces. He was not an overt flame queen, but had an artistic air to him. He definitely had the razz-ma-tazz going. His brown eyed gaze lingered on mine occasionally as we walked the house and I pointed out all the areas in need of work. My hopes were up.
After I set him up on his punch-list I headed for one of jobsite porta potties to handle my desperately throbbing cock. Once in the stinky warm blue box I peeled open my 501's and leaned against the wall as I stroked my shaved smooth 7" meat up to size, shutting my eyes and imagined my painter boy bent over and taking it up his tight little ass. He arches his back and groans under pressure as the veins of my fuck stick pass through his sphincter violently. The slapping of my balls overcomes the sounds of his moanings just before I blow my spunk deep into his Mexican stink hole. And as I shoot I open my eyes and come back to the reality of my juice splattering on graffitti'd up wall of the outhouse. Damn that felt good.
As I grabbed some toilet paper to clean my jizz off the blue plastic wall I noticed the cartoon drawn above the piss trough. There was a big dick and balls with a hand gripping it pointed to a cartoon man's ass. Just above his ass was the word "BOOTS" written on his back. Nice. I was not going to live this one down. I imagined some of my fellow workmen popping one off in the blue room thinking of banging my love chute during work hours. At least I was among like minded dudes huh? Time to get back to work.
I made it back to see Jose and check on his progress. Even though it was now October, it was still mildly warm. With no A/C on in the house, the handsome chico was meandering around from room to room shirtlesss with brush and bucket, hitting this and that. I wondered where he had set his sweaty T-shirt aside, thinking I wanted to get a good whiff of it. Damn I'm a perv like that. But I had work to do and he was doing just fine here without me sniffing around him. The day was running long for me as the others all began heading home. I had to wait for Jose to finish up so the new owners could get their keys tomorrow. So David and Josh told me to lock up the jobsite and left me in charge of the island.
It was after five o'clock so I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge in our office trailer and came back to the house to check my little chico's progress. Finding him on his knees in the master bedroom trimming out some baseboard I asked, "So how's it going stud?" He looked up and smiled at the obvious compliment locking eyes with me and lingering for a few seconds. He then replied in a heavy latin accent, "I'm almost done boss. Just this room". I handed one of the cold ones his way with a smile and said, "You want a one to cool off?".
He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow and cracked open the bottle. "Gracias", he said as he took a good swig off it. I gave him a few seconds to let the brew hit his gullet and relax him. "That's good", he said wiping his brow with his forearm again. "Gracias". He set the beer down and got back to painting and I headed off to check out what he had done to make sure we got all the punch list items. Shortly thereafter he walked by me in the kitchen and set his beer on the counter top. He then began carrying his paint, tools and brushes outside to his truck.
He came back and told me he was all finished up and offered to take me around and show me all his work. "No need stud, I already checked it out. You do pretty good work for a kid," I joked. I was drinking in his lightly haired torso as he tipped his bottle of beer back and took the final swig. His other hand rubbed over his flat stomach lightly as he drank. "It tastes so good", he said. "You have more?" I finally said chidingly, "You are old enough to drink right?" He got a nervous look on his face at first but shortly realized I was kidding. "I'm old enough for you to call me stud". There was a slight buzz in the air so I went for it and invited him to come back to the office trailer for another beer. He smiled and agreed with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. I was getting giddy as my dirty mind was on overdrive. I knew without a doubt I would have my swimmers planted in his ass before long. It was a powerful head trip, knowing I had him.
We locked up the house and I rode with him in his old paint splattered Nissan truck across the construction site to our job office. The office trailer was ours as everyone had left for the day. I shut and locked the door behind me as we stepped into the small musty office. It smelled strong of sweat, leaky roof, cigarettes and a little bit of sex for good measure. There was more dried cum on the floor in here than dirt. I threw my hardhat down on the desk and headed to the corner to grab us a couple more brews. On the way back he was facing out through the bent up mini-blinds looking at the colorful of the sunset. His tight bubble but was staring at me as sweat rolled down his back. I couldn't take it anymore. It was now or never. I set the beers down and walked up behind him.
In one nervous and heart throbbing move I wrapped my hairy arms around his upper torso and planted my groin against his backside. Before he had a chance to react my right hand slid down and groped his package tightly and my left palm slid sensually upward across his chest. Pressing my now bulging package against his tight Mexican ass I laid my hairy chin across his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "You have any idea how sexy you are stud?"
He let out a quiet murmur as he leaned his head back and pushed his ass into me while my arms and hands explored his frontal qualities. His sweaty warm body melted like butter in my arms and began slithering slowly in my arms. As my hands invaded the front of his painter's pants he turned his face around to mine and we locked lips in a heated exchange of tongue on tongue. His switch was flipped. He was on and so was I. He tried to turn around and face me but I stopped him. "No, I want you like this for now". He rolled his sweaty head back onto my shoulder as I humped my tight bulge into his soft ass cheeks. Nibbling on his ear and rubbing my course goatee on his neck, I had my hand in his pants slowly jacking up his sweaty hairy uncut meat. He felt pretty well hung for such a slender little chico . "I want to fuck that sweet little ass of your so bad chico", I whispered desperately into his ear. "Will you let me fuck you?" I asked. This was his chance to run but he pushed his ass harder toward my gyrating groin and said "Si boss".
I then let loose of him and he turned around giving me a quick look with those deep brown eyes with no shame at all. He then slid his white painter's pants down and stepped out of them as I unbuttoned my 501's. When my ripe 7" sweat stick popped out from captivity he spit on his hands and gave it a good squeeze, pumping it a few times. "Pinga grande", was all he said in a low voice.
"You want me to suck?" he asked. "Naw", I said. "I just wanna fuck." He nodded and replied, "Si boss". "Let me get some lube", I said. "No", Jose responded. "Just spit on it. I like". "You sure?" I asked. "Si boss. I tell you when to spit more". He then bent down over the metal desk in the middle of the office. He reached around with his hands and pulled his cheeks wide showing off the thickest black nest of hairy asshole I had ever seen.
While he was likely pretty dirty down there the beer had gotten to my head. His hole looked so inviting and delicious I could not help but to dig into it with my tongue and plow through his bushes to eat him silly. Within seconds I was on my knees, my hands on his cheeks pulling them apart as far as I could muster. As I descended my mouth and nose into his sweaty stinky ass crack my heart began to pound and beads of sweat popped from my forehead. I went for it and buried my flaming writhing tongue into his raunchy black hole hard and deep.
It was dirty, it tasted dirty at first but I my brain was minding over matter and pushing my tongue further into his Mexican chute. His spindly black ass hairs were tangling around my tongue like tall grasses as I worked him for more of his man taste. The sweat and musk was overcoming my senses. I could not get enough of his softening hole. I flithered and ravaged, licking and sucking on his puckered hole while he moaned in pleasure. "Yeah boss, oh yeah boss", he mumbled. My cock was starting to run though and I had to take him now or I would soon blow on the floor.
I finally stood up and looked down at my butch boy with his back arched, ready for my fuck. He turned his head back and looked at me with his dark brown puppy dog eyes and furrowed brow. I spit in my hand a few times and wetted up my cock, mixing it well with my streams of pre-cum. I was slick as could be as I saddled up to Jose's tight little ass. The manly taste of his love hole danced pungent in my mouth as I grabbed his hips and sank my 7" tool into him. He tensed up and let out a low moan as I went balls deep slowly but surely.
Pulling out slowly and pressing back I continued the slow work in as his palms grasped at the desk. "Oh yeah. More boss", he murmured. "You have done this before?" I asked as I sunk in all the way once more. "Si. My brothers fuck all the time. Sometimes my papi too when he drunk", he replied. How fucking kinky I thought as my dick throbbed inside the warm wet chute of my little butch chico. I knew I would not last long but I did my best to take him nice and slow for a couple minutes, savoring the heavenly feel of his velvety tight Mexican hole and the sight of his back sweating in the remains of the sunset light.
Feeling the time was near, I began pumping him harder and faster. "Oh, oh, ahh ahh", he moaned. I began banging his tight butch ass as hard as my body could. The smell of mansex filled the musty office trailer like a billowing cloud as the sound of my balls slapping him got louder. Slap, slap, slap! "Uhh, uhhh, Uhh!" I was now fucking his tight raw hole so hard it the desk began sliding across the linoleum floor. I thought he would surely be asking me to spit on my cock again, but he was just moaning and squirming like a pro.
I was getting ready to cum so I slowed slightly to savor his warm squeezing chute. But I felt the eruption coming so I slammed him fast and hard a couple more times just before I went bang. The warm fluid freed up the friction as my warm seed exploded into his chute. He was moaning increasingly and humping toward me as I continued pumping my softening cock into his wet stink hole. "My pinga! I'm gonna cum!", he cried. "Stay fucking me boss!" As I continued massaging his leaking hole with my sloppy cock he shuddered a couple times and let out a peaceful sigh. His warm chico juice sprayed the front of the metal desk before him as his body went limp.
I fell over on his sweaty back and put my head next to his as we caught our breath. My hairy face grinding into his soft neck I whispered into his ear, "Thanks Jose. That is just what I needed". He sighed quietly, "Si boss. Gracias".
We finally composed ourselves and got our clothes buttoned back up. We did the normal smile and giggle thing as we basked in the afterglow. I finally handed him one of my cards and said, "If you ever get tired of working for Ramundo or want a side job give me a ring. You do good work". He smiled sheepishly. "But I work for my papi. Ramundo is my papi, you know we called Ramundo and Sons Painting. I smiled at the revelation not having had a fucking clue. Giddy with sex I said, "Of course. Then you can just come and see me once in a while if you want". He smiled big again. "Si boss".
With that he left. It was time for me to lock up and get home. But before I left I got on my knees and licked up Jose's thick warm chico cum from the front of the metal desk and what little had made it to the floor. If I only had his sweaty T-shirt. Damn.
To be continued.