Construction Site Super 2
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He just squinted at me and rubbed his thick bushy goatee for a second. Then he shook his head back and forth and gave me a stern look of suspicion. "See you around.", he said with a slight smirk. He then turned and walked out of the room and down the stairs.
I just stood there in a moment of nervous stoned stupor as I heard him get in his truck and drive away. What the fuck was that? I wasn't sure if he was going to beat the fuck out of me or whip out his cock. Whatever. I decided that was close enough and headed for home to get some grub.
I skipped the construction site for the rest of the week after, not sure whether it was cool to be seen there again just so soon. But I was craving the rush enough that on Friday I got up the nerve to make my cruise through the site. The place was vacated almost completely with the exception of a few contractor's vehicles here and there, a few laborers picking up scraps and throwing them into bins. No sign of the biker skinhead dude.
So I did my routine and began looking around for something to score. I found myself in the same house I had been in earlier in the week. By now the drywall had been hung and the floor was covered with white gypsum dust and nails. There were the normal fast floor wrappers and soda cans scattered around the floor and then I saw what I came for. A dirty red T-shirt hung from a knee wall at the top of the stairs. Jackpot.
I made my way up and grabbed the shirt, pressing up to my nose like the pig I am. It was still a bit moist and smelled well rank with five star BO. It had not been long since some stud peeled it off in the heat and left it behind. I got hard the moment the musky odors coursed through my sinuses. I almost slipped my hands into my pants right there in the open before I thought better of it. I looked around for more, inspecting the house to make sure nobody was still there.
As I made my way into the master walk-in closet I could not believe my eyes. There was a pair of white underwear laying on the floor next to a couple boxes of nails. I looked around as my heart raced and grabbed them up. The pair of Hanes briefs were well yellowed and moist in front and had a good set of tracks going. Who would have left underwear here at a construction site? I thought . I looked around again nervously before I put them up to my face and took a deep whiff.
It was like inhaling opium. My cock sprang to full attention in my pants as I inhaled as deeply as I could. It was as ripe as they had just come off some sweaty cock. Damn. I sucked them into my mouth and began kneading them with my tongue, sucking out the sweat and piss left behind by some stud. As my cock danced in the stars, bulging in my jeans I heard him say, "I knew what you were up to!".
I could have fell apart into pieces all over the floor like broken glass. My heart sank to my feet as the man I had met earlier this week said, "You're a kinky queer fuck aint ya!" I turned around to see the skin headed construction dude walking toward me with a big shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed the underwear and the shirt from my hands and tossed them to the floor. He was bare chested and gleaming with sweat. All I saw was tattoos as his muscle bound torso lunged toward me.
He got up into my face and grabbed the back of my head with his rough hand. He smiled and breathed heavy in my face. "You want the real thing don't you? You want to suck my cock?" he offered or rather stated to me. Hearing his other hand popping the buttons on his 501's he looked me in the eyes and knew the answer. As he dug his growing uncut meat from his sweaty jeans I noticed he had no underwear on. "Get down there and clean my cock. Suck that dirty cock", he ordered.
He pushed me down to my knees where I had the chance to see his thick stubby hooded tool staring back at me with his hand squeezing and jacking it. "Should smell familiar to you. Tastes even better than my underwear too you perv", he taunted. Grabbing the back of my skull with his dusty rough hands he pulled my face into his rank sweaty cock. He humped it against my face up and down a couple timed before I got my tongue going.
His thick spindly red hairs brushed my face like steel wool as I began getting my mouth over the thick tube of meat he was shoving at me. It was thick with pasty sweaty grunge from a hard days work at the construction site, and as strong of taste as I had ever experienced.
He pulled back his thick leathery foreskin letting his mushroom tip peek out like snake out of a hole. "Stick your tongue in there and tongue fuck it!" I hesitated as I never had done this before. "Tongue fuck it! Stick your tongue in there and clean it out!" When I buried my slithering wet taster in there I got a wad of dick flavor like I never had. Wow! He squeezed his shaft and kept the foreskin enveloped around my tongue as pre-cum began oozing into my mouth. "Nice, that's it", he grunted.
After a moment of running my rough tongue back and forth over his sensitive piss slit he could not take it anymore. His hands clasped my skull tightly and he shoved his meet into my throat. I gagged briefly as he began a slow deep throat fuck on me, my tongue struggling to keep up with him. He moaned in pleasure, "Nice mouth you got there perv". He tasted to ripe and raunchy I was in heaven.
I worked him good for a few minutes as he humped his hips excitedly into my face before he finally began to tense up and tighten his grip on my head. "I'm gonna cum", he said as he inched up on the tip toes of his Caterpillar work boots. He pulled his cock from my mouth and gripped it tight with his hands. As he jacked himself violently I hung my mouth open at the end of his gun, my lips brushing his mushroom tip.
"Ahhh! Uhhhh! Ohhh!", he moaned as a warm spurt of his jizz shot onto my face. Then another rope hit the inside of my mouth. I struggled to get my lips around his cock and slurp him up as he pumped stream after stream of his load in my mouth and on my race with rampant motion. He finally released his tool and grabbed my head with his cum covered hand and pulled me down on his shaft. I licked and slurped his salty goo like a dog in heat, slither my tongue in and out of his piss slit.
"Fuck yeah dude!" he grunted as I continued suck up his jizz from his head and foreskin folds. He then pulled me up and began wiping the cum off my face with his rough fingers and feeding it into my mouth. I suckled his thick log fingers just as if they were his cock as he smiled ear to ear. Then he shocked me by pulling me face to face with him and burying his tongue in my cum drenched mouth. We shared a good long gooey kiss as the sweat from his bare chest began to soak into my shirt.
We had kissed long enough to get rid of any remaining cum in our mouths but the taste of his ripe cock was still hanging on my taste buds. In the afterglow we stood there for a moment awkwardly before he finally bent down and picked up his red shirt from the floor and put in on. Then he grabbed the underwear and wiped his cock down with them, cleaning the last remnants of man juice from it. Damn he was beautiful, all 7" of that uncut masterpiece.
He then threw me the underwear and said, "Here you can keep these until next time". Then the skinhead construction stud buttoned up his 501's, smiled and walked away.
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