Summer Construction

Summer Construction III

Summer Construction III

"Evening Wood"

By Joey E

Well, here is the long-waited continuation of my series, "Summer Construction". I am sorry it took me so long, as I know I hate waiting for another part to a series when I'm reading one. But, anyway, thanks for all the response to this series in the past. I'm hoping this one lives up to the first two parts. This is a work of fiction. All similarities to real life are strictly coincidental. The rights belong to the author, Joey E. Unauthorized reproduction in any form is strictly prohibited. You know the rules. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), get the hell out. If you are disgusted by reading about two guys falling in love, then get out too.

Well, here we were at one of Philadelphia's well-known gay bars, sitting in a booth, drinking our drinks. Throughout the entire evening we were together, there had been lots of words said between us, but also some silence. Not awkward silence, but a comfortable one. Usually when we were checkin' each other out.

"So, Joe, should we head up for the dance floor?" Joey asked.

I checked my watch. "Well, it's only 10PM now and they don't start regular club music until eleven. Unless you want to see all the cowboys two-stepping and country line dancing."

"WHAT?" my date asked, laughing.

"It's country/western night, dude," I said. "It's quite a sight. Come on, bring your beer. I'll show you."

It was true. Woody's on Friday nights until 11PM was country/western. Here came the more masculine of the gay world. Some guys even came in dressed complete in the boots, the hats, and whatever else cowboy gear there was. It was quite a sight to see the masculine looking guys two-stepping with other guys. It was even erotic somewhat.

We walked through the main bar again and headed up the stairs. We passed the upstairs "cyber bar" and headed into the dance floor area. Country music could be heard blastin' and there they were, two-stepping. Joey just looked around the disco area in awe.

"Woah, bud, this is somethin' else," he said, still looking around.

"Here, come on. Let's order another drink so we can get our hand stamped. Then we don't have to pay the cover later," I yelled over the music.

We made our way to the bar where one of my favorite bartenders was working. I smile and nodded to him.

"Screwdriver?" he asked.

"Yep, and he'll have a Bud," I said, pointing to Joey, still staring at the dance floor.

"Yo, bro, this is fucked up," he said to me.

We got our drinks and walked around the disco, and I saw some people I knew and said Hi. I made sure to introduce Joey to them. I cannot stand it when I'm with a friend and that friend doesn't at least introduce me to his friends. But that's just me. Anyway, we made our way to the other bar upstairs and sat down.

"So, what did you think?" I asked him.

"It was, uh, interesting," he said, smiling.

"You mind if I smoke?" I asked him, taking out my pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights.

"Nah, bud, smoke away."

"Thanks," I said, lighting one up. "Want one?"

"Nah, I'm okay."

Not two seconds later, his eyes lit up as someone walked into the room. He then turned to me and said, "Holy shit! I know that guy!"

"Is that a good thing?" I asked. I glanced at the guy I thought he was referring to. He looked to about our age. He was good-looking and he looked strangely familiar.

"Uh, I guess so. I had no idea he played on our team though," Joey said.

"He's looking at you now, dude," I said, smiling.

He turned around again and nodded to the guy. The guy nervously smiled and started walking our way.

"Well, I guess he knows now," Joey said.

"Hey, Joey," the guy said.

"Hey, Ty, didn't think I'd see you here, bud," Joey said.

"I didn't think I'd see you here either," the guy named Ty said.

"Fuck, I never knew, man!" Joey said, smiling. "Ty, this is Joe. Joe this is Ty."

We both shook hands. "Nice to meet you," I said.

"Ty and I fuckin' work together," Joey said.

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, fuck, man. I never knew," Joey said, laughing.

"Neither did I. Hey, there's someone I want you to meet," Ty said, looking around the bar. He motioned to a guy to come over to where we were.

A guy started to walk towards us. He was extremely boyish looking, with his strawberry-blonde hair and young face. He was indeed a twink at about 5'8" and very thin. Extremely cute.

"Greg, this is my, uh, co-worker, Joey and his friend, Joe," Ty said. "Guys, this is my boyfriend Greg."

Greg shook hand with both of us. I was not too surprised that he had a weak handshake given his general character.

"Nice to meet you guys," Greg said. He appeared to be a little shy and unsure.

"Great to meet you, too, bud," Joey said. "Wow, bud, never knew you were part of the family," he said back to Ty.

"Neither did I. It's all good though," Ty said. "Well, we gotta get our drinks now, so we'll see you around?"

"Sounds good, bro," Joey said.

"All right, Greggie babe, let's get wasted," Ty said, putting his arm around his boyfriend.

As soon as they walked away, Joey and I exchanged looks.

"Greggie babe?" I asked slowly, raising my eyebrow.

Joey laughed and said, "What's wrong with that, Joey babe?"

"If you ever call me that in public, I'll knock you out," I said, laughing.

"Aww, but I think it's cute," he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. He stepped in front of me. I looked into his eyes. We both leaned forward at the same time and kissed on the lips.

"Mmm...that was nice," he said, grinning.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed.

"So what now?" he asked.

"Well, we could go and dance our asses off," I suggested.

"Sure, I'm buzzed enough to dance," he said.

"Cool, let's go!" I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the dance floor area of the bar.

We passed through the hallway leading from the upstairs bar to the dance floor area. Someone pinched my ass as I walked by. I snapped around to see who "violated" me, and smiled immediately.

"Bob!" I yelled to the bouncer. He grinned at me. "How's it going?"

"It's going well," he shouted back.

"And who was that?" Joey asked as we continued walking.

"Oh, that's Bob. He's a good friend of mine."

"Damn, is there anyone you don't know here?" he asked.

I laughed. "Well, not everyone. I do know most of the bouncers here though. It's a long story, but I'm glad I do. They look out for a little guy like me. Of course, sometimes it can be annoying at times, especially when I'm with a guy, because I know they're still watching me and talking about me, but hey, I'd rather be watched than not."

"Yeah, I can understand that. A little guy like you needs a little protection. But..." he said, seriously looking at me, "I hope I can provide that protection."

I melted inside. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately. We both smiled at each other.

"Hey, I'm a strong, little dude, Joey. I usually can take care of myself," I said.

"Yeah, I've been noticing that. But I'll look after you anyway," he said, smiling.

"Cool," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. I rested my head on his shoulder as we embraced. He kissed me on the forehead. I looked up at him and smiled.

Then I looked over at the dance floor and noticed the line dancers were leaving. The music had changed to regular club mixes.

"Now this is more like it!" I exclaimed.

Joey said, "Thank god that country music is over."

"It'll be a little while until the dance floor picks up. You want to walk around again?"

"Sure, bud," he answered. We finished our drinks, set them down at the nearest bar, and headed out to the hallway.

"In here or downstairs?" he asked.

"Well, let's go downstairs, dude," I said.

We both walked down the stairs. He reached behind him for my hand, and I gladly too hold of his. The drinks were definitely taking their affect on me. I felt a little unsteady and started to giggle for no reason. We reached the corner of the downstairs bar and stopped walking.

"Bud, I think you need to sit down," he said, smiling.

I kept laughing and said, "No, in this state, I prefer to keep moving or else I'll pass out."

He laughed and then we continued walking. I took a cigarette out and lit it up. Finally, I did feel like sitting down.

"Let's sit down, dude," I said.

"I thought you wanted to keep walking," he said.

We took a seat next to each other at the main bar. I flicked the ashes off my butt into the ashtray.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

"He's flagged, bud, but you can get me a Bud," Joey answered.

"Flagged?" I exclaimed, laughing.

"Yeah, bro, you're flagged!" he said, smiling.

I tried to pout, but I couldn't and just smiled instead.

"Bud, are you always this goofy when you're hammered?"

Just then someone tapped Joey on the shoulder. Joey turned around to find a bouncer in between us. He was another friend of mine and I could only imagine what he had up his sleeve.

"Sir," the bouncer named Jim said, "I'm with bar security. Is this man harassing you?"

Joey turned to me with a shocked look on his face. I just smiled. He then got a smirk on his face and turned back to the bouncer.

"And what if I say he was?" Joey asked.

"Well, then we'll through him out..."

"I'll tell you what, bud, why don't we do that..."

"Hey!" I said, laughing.

"All right," the bouncer said. "Sir, you'll have to leave now." He grabbed my arm and started to pull me off my bar stool.

All I could do was laugh.

"Nah," Joey finally said. "He's all right."

"Are you sure?" the bouncer said, now smiling.

"Yeah, he's okay. This boy could harass me all night and I wouldn't complain..."

The bouncer laughed and finally turned to me. "How are you doing Joe?"

"Very well, man. Oh, Jim, this is my friend Joey. Joey , this is my friend Jim, who also is a security guy here."

The two shook hands. "Well, we just like to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get too rowdy. Let us know if he misbehaves. We'll handle him then."

"Oh, I'm sure I can handle him if he misbehaves....I have a dungeon in my basement," he joked.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Only me.

"Nice meeting you," Jim said. "I've gotta get back to the door."

After he left, Joey turned to look at me again. "So, I guess you know everyone who works here."

"Mostly the bouncers, like I said before. This is one of those times that I wish I didn't," I admitted.

"Why? He was a cool guy. And I'm serious, if you misbehave, I'll be sure to see that you get the accurate punishment," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yes, like this," he said, pulling me towards him and kissing me on the lips.

"Damn," I said. "I'll be sure to misbehave more often..."

We sat there for a while, watching the music videos on the video monitors. I noticed he kept his eye on me, rather than anyone else who was coming in the bar, which was a good sign in my opinion. I know my attention was focused on him that night.

"Well, bud, you wanna dance?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said, getting up off the stool.

"All right, bud, let's go!"

We went back upstairs and by now, people were dancing. The floor was not too crowded, which was good, since I dance better with some space around me. I grabbed his hand led him to the floor. It was a decent song by Whitney Houston and we both started dancing. Now I know I can dance, though I never thought of myself as a great dancer. But then again, I've never been told that I can't either. I like to move around on the dance floor, while Joey appeared to be a more stationary dancer. He had the rhythm and pretty good body movement. He danced exactly the way I couldn't, more fluid.

So there we are dancing our asses off and the next thing I know, he comes up behind me. My first reaction was to move away, but he wrapped his arm around me and I quickly settled comfortably in front of him. I matched his hip movement and we probably looked good. I felt his breath on my left ear and then felt him kiss my neck. I leaned back into him and pressed my ass against his hardening cock.

I turned around and smiled at him, still moving to the music. Our eyes were locked, and he moved closer to me. I wrapped my arms around him and drew him into me. I closed my eyes as our lips met and we kissed, deeply. We broke apart and kept dancing.

"You know, you are coming home with me tonight," he said in my ear in his deep voice.

I looked at him and smiled. I nodded yes.

"Good," he said, kissing me once more.

Thoughts flew by in my head of us in his bed, together. I got instantly hard. I got behind him and started grinding his ass on the dance floor. He leaned back into me as I pressed into his firm ass. It was so much better and hotter with someone my own size for a change. Our bodies lined up perfectly. My hands began to wander over his stomach and chest. I flicked his ear with my tongue and he flinched.

"Bud, we gotta behave before I have my way with you right here on the dance floor," he said with a big grin.

"Well, let's go, man. Right here!" I said, laughing.

"I'm buzzed, don't tempt me, buddy or I will."

We both laughed and resumed our normal dancing, each of us trying to cool off a bit. After about two other club mixes (which equates to about 20 minutes) we stepped off the dance floor to get something to drink. I ordered a coke, while he ordered more beer. I had to drive home, so I started my usual sobering up routine. Dancing, drinking coke, and just waiting it out.

It was beginning to sink into my head that this fuckin' hot young stud was actually mine tonight. He wrapped his arm around my back as we stood by the bar and watched other people dance. I saw a friend of mine, named Brian, who I dance with whenever we're both out at the same time. Though I didn't know him well, we always enjoyed dancing with each other. He was about my age and very good looking. About 5'11", short, dark red hair, and plus, he thought I was better dancer than he was and I thought he could dance better than me. Needless to say, we usually caused a scene on the dance floor. No matter who we were with, we always found the time to dance at least once together when we were both there. It was all in fun, nothing sexual, though our dancing suggested otherwise.

"Dude, forgive me for this. But there's a guy out there now who I always dance with when we're both here. Do you mind?" I asked.

I caught him off guard with that one. "Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," he answered.

I kissed him square on the lips and said, "Come on, come dance with us. But, you've been warned."

"Oh no," he said, smiling. "All right, bud, let's see you in action."

I wasn't in my right mind, I was drunk. Anything was possible. We walked on to the dance floor. I walked right next to Brian and smiled.

"JOE!" Brian yelled. "Hey, how's it going?"

"All right, man. What about you?"

"Just havin' fun. Yo dude," he asked, noticing Joey behind me. "Are you with him?"

"Yep," I said, smiling.

"Fuck, he's hot, dude. Go for it!"

"I intend to! But, meanwhile, let's see what YOU got!"

He laughed and we started dancing. Joey looked a little apprehensive about joining us, but he eventually did. And soon, Brian and I were back in sync, moving around each other, spinning each other around, basically we looked liked two hyperactive kids on the floor. Joey laughed when a move of ours didn't quite go as planned which ended up with me on the floor on my back. Brian reached out to pull me back up.

I wasn't ready for what was in store for me next. Brian noticed that Joey was here with me, so he motioned for him to get behind me. Meanwhile, Brian backed his ass up into me and they both pushed into me. There was nothing for me to do but enjoy it. Brian eventually backed away, but Joey was stayed right behind me. He began feeling my chest and stomach, even lifting up my shirt. Brian found it to be a riot and said so.

"Yeah, go Joe," he said. I smiled at him and turned around to the man behind me. I smiled at him as well.

"You wanna go?" he asked, softly in my ear.

"Uh, sure," I said. I turned around to Brian and yelled, "Yo man, we're outta here!"

He smiled back and yelled, "Behave you two."

"Oh we will," Joey said, smiling. "I'll make sure of that, bud."

Though I was a still slightly buzzed, I felt I was ready to drive us back. Before we left though, he pulled me into a corner again and kissed me, feeling my whole body over with the last part of me being my cock. He held onto it for a moment. It was fuckin' incredible.

"All right, dude, you ready?" I asked, knowing I needed to get out of these shorts and boxers and into bed with this stud as soon as possible.

"Yep, bud, let's go!"

As we were walking out the main door of the bar, the bouncer stopped us. Oh God, I thought, what is he going to say now.

"Did he behave tonight?" the bouncer asked, smiling.

"Of course I did. I'm always on my best behavior."

"Well..." Joey said, "It depends on your definition of best behavior."

The bouncer laughed and said, "All right boys, have a good night."

We made it my truck in the parking lot and headed to Joey's place. He was the one who grabbed my hand as soon as we were driving over the bridge. I turned to look at him and smiled.

"Feels nice, bro, don't it?"

"Yeah, dude," I said, quietly. The radio was playing softly in the background.

"So, you gonna spend the night with me?" he asked, amazingly sounding a little insecure. "I mean, if you don't want to, it's cool...."

"No, man, I want to. I mean, you can't fuckin' work me up all night and then just leave me hangin'..."

He laughed. "Good. Because I want you to spend the night with me."

It was a half an hour ride back to his place and we made it one piece without being stopped by notorious Jersey cops. We stepped out of the truck, each of us stretching. He closed his door and came over to me.

"My roommate is gone tonight. He's probably over at his chick's place, bangin' away. So we have the whole place to ourselves."

"Oh, so we can run around the place naked and chase each other all night?" I joked. Sometimes, I just don't know when to shut up.

"Uh...well....yeah, we could do that. But you know, I'll catch you eventually."

"What if I catch you first?" I asked, as he grabbed my hand to lead me towards the door.

"You wouldn't have to try very hard, bro," he sighed.

He opened up the door and we walked up the steps.

"Excuse the mess, bud."

"Hey, it's all right. I'm sure it couldn't be any worse than my apartment at college," I said.

It truly wasn't all that bad. It was a decent-sized two-bedroom apartment, furnished nicely. But it was truly a guy's apartment. Which is exactly how I like it.

He set his keys down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. I took a seat on the Lazy-Boy, basically collapsing in it. He looked over at me and pouted.

"What?"

"You're not gonna sit next to me, bud?" he asked.

"Uh, no, man....I thought I'd just sprawl out over here," I said, pulling up the lever to open up the footrest. I smiled at him.

"Oh that does it, you little faggot," he murmured, getting up with a big grin on his face.

He walked over to me and grabbed me underneath my arms. He picked me up out of the chair and I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around him. We looked into each other's eyes and our lips met. I felt his tongue invade my mouth with such force. He then walked me into his bedroom. We were in darkness now. He set me down on the bed. I looked up at him, his eyes glistening in the moonlight that beamed through the window.

He slowly began to take my shirt off, not ever taking his eyes off me. I lifted my hands above my head and the shirt came off. He bent down and flicked my nipple with his tongue. I pulled him up and on top of me and kissed him deeply as we started to grind together.

I reached down and pulled up his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular, and smooth chest. I wrapped my arms around his body and pressed my toned, smooth, but decidedly smaller chest against his. I was in fuckin' heaven.

We made out, rolling over each other, kissing, licking down each others chest. His fuckin' strong arms wrapped against me.

"Oh, bud, you feel so fuckin' good," he said, grinding his cock into mine. I felt it through our shorts. It was hard as a rock. I reached down to grab it and feel the outline of it.

"Nice, bro, nice," I said, stroking it.

"You wanna see it, bud?"

I said nothing, but unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. He helped me get them off the rest of the way. He then undid mine and pulled down, off my legs. He was wearing a hot pair of boxer briefs. I still had my boxers on. But in a short while, they were off too. He grabbed a hold of my hard 6" cock.

"Aw, buddy, you're so fuckin' hot! I've been wanting to stroke this thing ever since I saw it poking out of your fuckin' boxer shorts that morning!"

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said, in his husky voice. His hand moved down to my balls and he cupped them in his hand. "Fuckin' hot, bud," he said.

Without saying another word, he went right down on my cock. I couldn't help not letting out a moan when he took it in his mouth.

"Aw, fuck," I said, softly.

He then started slowly sucking it. His mouth felt so good around my cock. He then licked down my shaft to my balls and licked them all over with his tongue. He then licked up to the top of my cock and took it in his mouth again.

"Yeah, man, suck my dick."

He then licked his way up my stomach, up my chest and neck, and then finally meeting my mouth. We kissed again and he wrapped his arms around me. He rolled us over so now that he was on the bottom and I was on top. I pressed my cock against his. I had to see it and have it now.

I massaged his cock through his boxer briefs, feeling the size of it. It was slightly bigger than mine, about 6 ½" and a little thicker. But then I felt his balls and realized these must've been some low hangers. I pulled off his shorts and revealed his goods.

"Nice, bro," I said, stroking his hard dick.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking right at me.

"Oh yeah," I said, swooping down to take the cock right in my mouth.

He let out a high-pitched moan, which turned me on even more. I took his cock deep in my mouth, and began to suck on it slowly, from the base to the head and back again. I felt his low-hangers with my hand, which were totally smooth. I licked my way down the shaft, down to his balls, over his balls, and down to his ass.

Instinctively, he lifted his bent legs up in the air, giving me better exposure to that nice, tight ass. I normally didn't like to eat ass, but this was the rare exception. I don't think there was any thing I wouldn't want to do to this stud. He let out the same high-pitched moan, this time louder, as my tongue brushed against his asshole.

"Aw yeah, man, lick it again," he said, almost whimpering.

"Like this?" I asked right before I brushed up against his ass again.

"Oh yeah, man! Fuck, I love that shit," he said.

I looked up at his face and grinned at him. I tossed his fuckin' salad, sucking on his ass, getting it nice and wet, and then licked my way back up to his cock, which by now, he was stroking.

"Come up here, Joe," he said. "Fuck my face with that fuckin' hot cock of yours," he said. "Get up on my chest."

I climbed up and stuck my cock in his face. He eagerly stuck his tongue out, trying to reach my cock. I held it in front of him

"You want this?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he said. He then grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed me towards his mouth.

My cock went into his mouth. Soon, I was fucking his face, thrusting into that hot mouth of his. I placed my hand on the back of his head, and forced my cock down his throat.

"Aw, fuck yeah, man, take my dick, man!"

He could suck a cock like nobody's business. This guy was a fuckin' pro at suckin' cock. It felt so good. I turned around and went down on his cock as I pushed my cock back into his mouth.

I heard him moan again, softly. I went down on his cock like a Hoover and sucked it down my throat.

"Aw, fuck," he said, taking my cock out of his mouth. "Joe, bud, you're gonna make me cum, bud. Aw, shit, man, you're gonna make me blow."

I never thought a voice deep as his could get that high, but it was a MAJOR turn on for me. I knew what I was doing when I kept sucking, despite his warnings.

"AH!! Fuck I'm cumming!" he cried.

I felt a shot fire out and on the back of my throat. I kept sucking the juice right out of his cock, even though I really didn't like it. But he had got me so turned on that I couldn't resist. I felt his whole body tremble under me as he moaned and moaned. I got up off his cock and started stroking it slowly.

I looked back at him and he smiled. "Come on man, you want to shoot on my face?"

I always find that amusing. I never could imagine why someone would want a load on his face, but there he was, basically begging me to shoot my load on his face. I turned around and sat on his chest. I gave my cock about four jerks and I felt my balls rise up.

"Aw, Joey, man, I'm gonna shoot," I said. He reached up and twisted my nipples lightly.

"Yeah, man," he said, now in his deeper voice. "Bud, come on shoot in on my face. Fuckin' blow it bud."

That's all I needed to hear and I cried out, "Dude, yeah, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...."

"Do it, bud," he said, almost cheering me on.

"Aw, here it...comes!" I cried out.

I tried to aim my cock the best I could, but as usual, the load was much more intense than I thought it would be. The first shot went straight over his head and landed on his headboard.

"Aw, yeah, come on..." he said.

The second shot flew out onto his face, hitting him on the forehead and nose. The third shot hit him in the mouth. Fuck, he looked hot covered in my jizz. I moved back slightly and collapsed on top of him. When I recovered, I gently proceeded to lick my cum off his face. I HAD NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE. But I was so in the moment, that it didn't even matter to me. I had a mix of his load and mine in my mouth. It was definitely a mix.

"Aw, dude, that was incredible," I said, laying down beside him.

"Fuck, do you always shoot that far?" he asked.

"Usually, bro."

"You are the fuckin' man, stud. Fuckin' loved how it shot out of your cock..."

"You shoot a good load too," I said, licking my lips. The taste started getting to me though as the moment passed.

"I hate to ask this, but do you got mouthwash or somethin? I usually hate the taste of cum and I gotta get this shit out of my mouth."

Joey laughed and said, "Sure, bud it's in the bathroom."

I got up off the bed and found the bathroom. I rinsed out my mouth and came back in. Joey was still there, lying naked on his bed. His smooth, muscular frame was quite a sight. I crawled in next to him and he wrapped his arms around. I snuggled in with him. We kissed once more and then surprisingly, he turned around and nestled right in front of me. I held on to him, tightly, and he rested his head on my arm underneath him.

"Dude, you were fuckin' incredible," I whispered in his ear.

He turned his head towards me. "You're the incredible one, Joe," he said. "I had a fuckin' awesome time with you tonight."

I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, bro, I enjoyed tonight very much. And not just the end, although, it was the perfect ending to a perfect evening."

"Definitely," he said.

We kissed once more and I promptly passed out, holding onto him all through the night.

Well, that wrap up this part of "Summer Construction". I hope you enjoyed it. Please send all comments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com More will follow shortly (hopefully sooner than it took me to complete this part).