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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.
"Dude!" I just nailed Raymundo's son!" I excitedly gushed to the Skinhead Construction Stud over my cell phone on my way home from the job site. I had to share the news of my conquest with someone and David was my first call. At first he didn't get it. "You know our painter? Raymundo? I just took his kid's ass!" He still didn't quite follow and asked, "You mean Victor or Manolo.?" "No......no........ Jose". David was quick to respond. "What? You fucked little Jose?" he asked in a stern tone. "Yeah, the cute butch little chico dude", I said excitedly. "He was an easy lay bro! I bent him over and nailed him right on your desk bro! Made him cum all over the floor to!" David was silent for a moment. "You know he's only like 16 right? He's Raymundo's youngest son. He's jail bait bro."
I paused for a moment to negotiate a few slow cars in traffic as I digested what he said. "Well he told me that his brothers fuck him all the time. He even said his old man fucks him too. Can you believe that shit?" David let out a sigh and said. "Well let's hope this doesn't have any consequences we have to deal with. His brothers are a couple of bad-asses and Raymundo isn't someone to get mad at ya especially when he's drunk. We don't need them getting up in our shit over something like this. You gotta be careful where you put your dick bro or you could end up in jail or worse". My heart skipped a short beat or two as I pondered what he said. "Don't worry about it right now. Are you home yet?"
My tattooed ex-con boss told me he wanted to see me and would be over to my apartment shortly, so I stopped by the liquor store on the way in and picked up a twelve-pack of beer. It was unusual for David to come by much during the week after work as he had his old lady to tend, but his alone time was always welcome at my little one bedroom apartment. He had been pretty distant in the past couple of weeks and I had an idea what it was. When I heard the rattling hum of his diesel Ford F-350 purring up next to my apartment window, my asshole twitched with that itch. My heart beat sped up as it always does when I know he's walking up to my door.
"Come on in", I invited as I opened the door. He was wearing his faded 501's and boots from work still. An unbuttoned flannel shirt hung over a white cotton thermal tank top. He had a serious if not somewhat angry look in his eyes. He looked like his adrenalin flowing, veins popping from his neck and forehead. The buff Skinhead Construction Stud shut my door behind him and bolted the lock. As I stood there waiting to see what he was going to do, he pulled off his flannel shirt and set it on the back of the couch, flashing me a burning look. David then walked past me toward my bedroom, pulling me to follow him with a nod and a tug on my T-Shirt.
When we god to my room the beefy bounding ex-con shoved me down onto the bed in a tackling motion, pinning me down on my back. Jumping on top and straddling my torso, he burried his tongue in my mouth forcefully and began grinding his groin against mine. His rough goatee and mine tangled in a wiry woolen mash as he forced himself at me. With all his weight and strength he kept me planted still as he violently kissed and urgently thrust his blue jean covered dick against mine. He was on, he was in heat. He was taking me down for the kill.
We rolled around for another moment ot two breathing hard, kissing violently and wrestling for it. He finally pulled my pants loose and got them down to my knees. As he restrained me with one of his big tatted arms clamped around my chest, he unbuttoned and pulled his Levis down with the other. Laying side by side on my bed he forced his fat uncut meat in between my ass cheeks and shoved hard against my pasty gate. He wasn't lubricated so he didn't get too far on the first try. His heated amplified breaths puffed on the back of my neck as his gaoteed scraped my skin. He reached around and shoved two of his rough sand papery fingers in my mouth. "Get 'em wet", he ordered.
I sucked on them, spitting and getting them nice and wet as he finger-fucked my mouth. Then he took them away and bluntly shoved them into my asshole, sliding them in and out quickly to get me to open up for him. Then he planted his blunt mushroom head back in my nest and pushed himself into me. His sweaty tatted arms squeezing hard around my chest, his body tensed up like a steel press and fed his rock hard tool into my fighting chute. His breath blowing hard on my neck he grunted, "Come on bro, let me in".
I pushed my ass toward him as our sweaty bodies tightly sandwiched together in his bear hug lockdown. He then began a pulling in and out, forcefully as the hooks and laces of our workboots began snagging each other. The Skinhead Construction Stud then started spooning me with a vengeance and force that I had not expereinced before. My bed shimmied back and foth sideways as his body bucked and fucked at mine, hammering my dry hole with a mechanical urgency. This was a release of aggression, a venting of his frustrations. This was angry sex. He was not making love, he was fucking the shit out of me.
As his tight clamping arms began to slip around in the sweat between our bodies, he grunted and growled in his sex. "Urrrrrrggh, Uhhhh, Fuck Yeah!" he growled. "Fuck Yeah". His breaths sped up and got harder as he jack-hammered my burning cunt and then planted deep and stopped. "Uuuuhhh Yeah! Yeah! Ohhh Fuck Bro!". His warm ex-con seed filled my aching tater hole with soothing warm relief as his body relaxed it's assault on mine. The tension and tightness had lifted as he seemed to melt away. His dick shrunk and softened until it slipped out of my fuck hole, allowing his cum to begin leaking out between my cheeks.
I sensed that my best reaction was to soak him up and let him continue to lead the way. He then reached down and began jacking my cock. Kissing and licking the back of my neck he squeezed my hardening shaft and pumped me fast and rough until I my sweating body tensed up in his arms. My back arching and my groin thrusting in his rough hand, I squirted my warm load all over the bed sheets in front of me. He playfully tabbed my mouth with his cummy fingers and I licked them clean as he continued kissing and licking the back of my neck. After a few minutes of coming down we rolled over and faced each other and kissed some more as I looked into his distant gaze.
Finally I got up and went to the can to clean my ass up and take a piss. When I came back we sat up on the bed together and I loaded a bowl of mean green in my bong. We toked it down and got lit up pretty good before I finally asked, "So what's up bro?"
"Tina left me. We're getting divorced," he said as a bit of tears fought to escape his eyes. Controlling himself and wiping his eyes he said. "It's OK bro. It's OK. It aint no surprise. It's for the best all around." I grabbed the big lug and pulled him to me in a hug. While he was putting on a tough mask at first it fell away as soon as his face hit my chest. His body arched up and flexed a few times before he squeezed me and let out a long few minutes of a wailing cry, his tears soaking my T-shirt. I had never seen a man, such a big tough bad ass cry like this before. He was letting out a bellowing pain and gripping me tight. In a human way it felt natural to hold him in my arms and offer comfort to the guy as I had come to love him as a brother.
After a few minutes he relaxed and stopped, wiping his tear stained face and sitting back up. "I'm sorry bro. I'm sorry to come over here and bring all this on you", he profusely apologized. He took on a regretful tone and continued to apologize for crying on my shoulder and taking his frustrations out on my fuck hole. Through reassuring him and telling him it was OK he finally calmed down. I knew he had hated being married to his wife and wanted out. He knew she was seeing her ex-husband up in Redding and knew this day was coming. He wanted it to come so he could stop living the lie. But when it came, it still hurt him. It was still upheaval, yanking some roots from his soil and shaking his foundation a bit. I could not blame him for being spun out and needing someone. I was honored that someone was me.
"She took the kids and left this morning", he said. "We had talked about it last night and I knew she would not be home today after work. But it really didn't hit me until I got there and the house was empty. All her shit's gone. Her ex Jeff came down today and moved her out. The only thing left in the house are my clothes, my tools and a few pieces of furniture I bought since I moved in. She even took the bed." "Damn dude", was all I could say.
He had hooked up with Tina just after he got released from prison a few years back. He brought little to the deal other than his dick and his paycheck. She already had kids from her previous marriage. So he wasn't tied to the little ones biologically, but still had feelings for them. At the end of the day, he just wasn't in love with her anymore, and the sex was not of interest. He had turned. He was gay and wanted to be gay for good. While she was a psychotic bitch, she knew it too and was happy to let him out of the lie as well.
We hung out the rest of the night and drank beer, got stoned and kicked the shit. Knowing he had no bed to sleep in at home I told him to stay here with me tonight. He gladly accepted. When we awoke on Friday morning to the alarm buzzer at 5:00am, he rolled over and wrapped his muscular tatted arms around me and kissed my neck. He slid his stiff morning wood between my ass checks and said, "Hit the snooze button bro".
To be continued.