The Construction Hole

By Carter Banks

Published on May 20, 2015

Gay

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Chapter 2

Tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock gets closer to lunch time. I'm hungry but most importantly, I am a horny. This clock ain't moving fast enough for me. I'm not supposed to be clock watching. I have plenty of work to do but my cock won't let me concentrate. It's ready for servicing and lunch time is the only time right now I can get some release.

See my Sylvia is pregnant. My dick got me in trouble again. This is child number three. She is the most unlovable and untouchable pregnant woman. While she carrying my child, she refuses all types and kinds of sex. Dude got needs here. How she gonna tell no? She wasn't telling me no when I was fucking her brains out that landed her knocked up.

But oh, lunch time, I grabbed my crotch thinking about lunch time. Fucking amazing! Leftovers and sloppy head, what a great lunch break.

Luckily, I am on the concrete this morning because my mind is really on hand. At 25 years old and my Italian blood, I'm always fucking horny. I'm trying to be faithful to my girl. But between my good looks and stature the women be all over me.

"Yo Alvin, back to work!"

"Uh, huh," I was brought back to reality. Then I realized. "Aye boss, it's lunch time!" I pointed at the clock.

I punched out quickly. And with little small talk with the fellas, I made my way to the bathroom by the front office.

I stepped in. Yanked out my sausage and aimed straight for the hole. My meat needed chewing on badly. I know they love my seven inches of cock. Hell, I loved it. Since, I found this glory hole a couple weeks ago, I've been a daily user.

"Ooo, fuck yeah," I groaned. They loved it too as I felt them engulf my cock.

My face planted happily to the wall as I feel my dick being expertly sucked. My girl don't ever suck it this good. The minute they had they mouth on my cock, I knew they were trying to get my load. Their throat muscles squeezed and massaged my cock and did not gag.

"Fuck man, yeah," I moaned. They're tongue swirling around my head. I know they can taste my precum. My girl hates sucking my cock for that reason. She say I precum too much. I can't help it. It feels good so my dick lets you know.

It feels like my dick is in a wet vacuum. They want this load and I'm ready to give it to them. I've been holding it since yesterday at lunch.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned as hey doubled their pace on my cock. I hold onto the wall. They should be choking but they keep going on my cock. It was like a whirlwind of wetness encasing my cock.

I closed my eyes thinking of the last time I fucked my girlfriend wet pussy. I am getting close my nut was building up and I knew they knew by the way they mercilessly devoured my cock from the head to the pubes.

"Fuck yeah, here it comes," I moaned as I shot a good four gushes out my cock. "Oh yeah," I sighed after I gave them what they wanted.

I zipped up and walked out. Now it is time to eat.

"Aye Allen, you smiling hard as shit right now," my coworker noticed as I sat down to eat.

"Fuck yeah, it's good to release," I admitted.

"I know what you mean. After I take a good dump I feel the same way."

I chuckled.

"Dre, you must not know?" I looked him in the eyes.

"Know what?" He looked confused.

I looked both ways before speaking. "About the gloryhole in the bathroom in the front." I pointed toward the front.

Dre leaned in. "You just got your dick sucked?" He whispered. I shook my head yes.

"Do you know who it is?"

"I'm guessing someone in the front office."

"I bet it that bitch, Myrtle, the office assistant," Dre suggested.

"Fuck if I care, my girl pregnant so she ain't giving up no sex period until after the baby born."

Dre gave me this weird look but I did o have the time to care. I was hungry and lunch time ain't that long.

Next: Chapter 3


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