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Workin' Over the Workin' Man
My garage was a wreck. Looking around, all I could see were piles of junk, shit that I had meant to throw out years prior but had stacked in the garage and forgot about. Now that I actually needed to park in there, I would have to do something about the copious amount of actual trash that filled much of the space. As I tried to get my bearings and figure out where to start, I remembered seeing a post on one of the yard sale sites on Facebook, advertising for junk removal. I bounded up the stairs and grabbed my laptop, hoping I could find the post again. After searching for a few minutes, bingo! I saw that it had been posted again, just the day before:
"In need of clearing out the old before bringing in the new this holiday season? Want a magic wand to wave away the yard sale or Estate Sale items that didn't sell? Need extra space to stage a home for sale or clear out that Storage Unit you've been renting for years? Then give me a call! I do it all at a reasonable price!"
I pulled out my cell and dialed the number attached to the ad. As I listened to ringing on the other end, I prayed that they weren't booked up and could fit me in before too long. Right when I thought it was going to voicemail, a guy finally answered.
"This is Kyle." He had a strong southern accent and sounded young.
"Uh, yea, hi. My name is David. I saw your ad on Facebook about junk removal?" I waited for him to tell me that they were booked and couldn't take on anymore work.
"Great", he replied. "What kind of stuff do you need hauled away?" I explained to him about my garage and was surprised when he said that he could come out the same day and take a look and give me a quote. If we agreed on price, he would get it all taken care of for me. I gave him my address and he told me he was only about half an hour away and would be over shortly. I quickly showered and went down to the garage to wait for him. I was pumped that he was able to come out so fast and I hoped we could come to an agreement on price. Looking around the garage, I thought to myself that I would gladly pay him whatever he wanted to make this problem disappear.
I started sorting through some of the piles and a few minutes later I heard someone pull into my driveway. I hit the button for the garage door and as it opened, I saw a truck with an attached trailer park near the open door. A young man, probably in his mid-twenties, stepped out of the truck and gave me a wave.
"How ya doing", he said. He was about as tall as me, five ten, but he was definitely more built. His biceps stretched the sleeves of the tee shirt he was wearing. He had on jeans that were faded and somewhat dirty, along with work boots. He filled the jeans out well, both in front and back. He had a nice bulge in front and his ass was giving those jeans a run for their money. His hair was light blonde and curly on top, with the sides cut down short. He looked like a run of the mill country boy and I thought he was hot as fuck. I reached out and shook his hand. "Well, I'll be a lot better if we can do something about the mess in my garage", I laughed. "I'm glad you could come out so fast. I'm actually surprised you weren't booked up."
We walked into the garage and I could see him surveying all the shit I had laying around. "It's been slow this week", he replied. "With the holidays coming up, I figure everyone is saving their money until the new year."
We walked around the garage and I pointed out everything that I needed gone. As I pointed to each pile, he simply nodded, not really saying much. After showing him everything, he paused for a few seconds and then gave me a more than fair price. "Of course, you will have to pay the dump fee, too", he said.
"Not a problem!" I was elated. "When do you think you can start on it?"
"Well, hell. I guess I can get started right now", he said. "Just let me pull my trailer up to the door and I'll have it done in about an hour."
"Awesome! I'm going to head upstairs and get some work done. If you need anything, just shout up the basement stairs and I'll come back down." He nodded and walked back to his truck.
I watched his ass walk away in those jeans and then went back upstairs. I had grown up in the country and small-town country boys were a weakness. I actually felt horny from just being in his presence. `What I wouldn't do to suck some country boy cock', I thought to myself and sighed. Oh well, best to put that out of my mind and let him work.
As I got started on my own work, I could hear him in the garage, moving things around and tossing things into his trailer. After a bit, I didn't hear anything and then he shouted out to me from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, David? You wanna come down here a minute?"
I walked to the top of the stairs that led to the basement/garage. He was standing at the bottom.
"I found a box under one of the piles and didn't know what you wanted me to do with it", he said. "Do you want to maybe take a look and let me know?".
I started down the stairs. "Sure, man. What was in it? I'm pretty sure everything down here can go."
As I got to the bottom of the stairs, he walked back into the garage and picked up a cardboard box, holding it out to me, tilted, so I could see inside. I started blushing immediately. Inside the box were three or four dildos and a vibrator. All old toys that I had replaced. I forgot I had put them in the garage.
"Uh, well. Uh, you can throw those out, too." I ran my hand through my hair. I knew my face was probably red as fuck.
"You sure your wife won't mind?", he asked. "I know if I threw away something that was my wife's, I'd never hear the end of it." He gave me a commiserating smile.
"Um. I'm not married." I looked at the box, looked at him, and shrugged.
"Then why do...oh". He stood there for a minute just looking at me. "Are you queer?", he asked.
My mouth dropped open. I was sure I had never been called a queer before, or asked if I was one in such a manner. He didn't say it with hostility, more like curiosity.
"It's ok if you are", he continued. "You just don't act like none of the queers I've met."
Even though this guy made me hot, the way he was talking was starting to rile me. "Have you met a lot of queers, Kyle?" I could hear blood rushing in my ears.
"Well, no. But the ones I've come across sure can suck a dick," he grinned at me.
I stood frozen, not sure how to reply. This was starting to sound like the beginning of a porn, but was real life.
He continued talking. "You want to see how you measure up?" He put the box down on the floor and rubbed his hand across his bulge. "My wife ain't been giving me any and I'm horny as hell. If you like to swing from the pole, I ain't got nothing against that. Hell, you can take mine out for a spin right now."
I didn't even try to think it through. I turned around and hit the button on the wall to close the garage door and crossed the few feet of space between us and squatted down in front of him. He grinned down at me and put his hands by his sides. He nodded at me to start.
Up close, I could smell the sweat of a long day on him. Sweaty and musky. His bulge, which had been big before, now seemed even bigger and I could make out the head of his cock through his worn jeans. Grabbing him by the thighs, I leaned forward and licked his jeans right where his cock head was. I heard him gasp as I continued licking and sucking the head through his pants. I could feel his cock getting harder the more I licked. Reaching up, I found the button on his jeans and popped it open.
I immediately saw that he was going commando. His bush was a darker blonde than his hair and I could see that he didn't believe in manscaping. His cock, now hard, was still trapped in his jeans and pointed down and to the left. It was about as thick as a Redbull can and I could only see about 5 inches of it before the rest disappeared into his pants. Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue down the visible part of his cock and slowly pulled his jeans down as I moved towards his cock head. The smell of sweat was incredible. Finally, his jeans were down far enough that his cock popped all the way out. And what a cock it was. Fat, about 7 inches long. The head was mushroom shaped and wet with precum. I quickly lapped the pre off the tip and sucked his dong into my mouth.
"Well, shit," he sighed. If my mouth hadn't been full of cock, I might have laughed. This entire scene was unbelievable. I never imagined that something like this would happen to me and yet here I was, in my garage with a straight country boy dick in my mouth.
By this point, his jeans were around his knees. I used one hand to grab onto his meaty ass and with the other I reached up and grasped his balls, pulling and kneading them while I swallowed his cock. Over the years I'd learned to suppress my gag reflex so I had very little trouble taking his cock all the way to the base. As I pulled on his nut sack, my nose hit his pubes, giving me another whiff of his sweaty body.
"Goddamn, y'all queers know how to suck a man's cock, don'che"? he asked. He started moving his hips, pushing his cock in and out of my throat. "My wife hates suckin' my cock. Hell, she won't lick my balls either."
I pulled back, letting his cock free of my mouth. "Well, she is definitely missing out. I'll lick em and suck em and do other stuff too." A man of my word, I pulled his balls up and started lapping at them, swirling my tongue over each one. They were hairy, probably never having seen a razor.
"Oh, yea? What `other' stuff you talkin' about", he moaned. He seemed to really dig getting his balls licked. Pulling them up higher, I wiggled my tongue underneath them, getting a taste of his gooch.
"You ever had your hole eaten, Kyle?" I heard him gasp. Another thing I bet his wife wouldn't do. I burrowed my tongue a little further into his taint. He was ripe, that was for sure. I fucking loved it.
"You would lick my ass?!", he almost whispered. Like he didn't want anyone to hear him say it out loud. "I ain't never had anyone lick my ass before, and damn, I wanna try it, but I better not. I been out working all day and ain't had a shower since this morning."
That made my dick harder than it already was. Yea, it was one of my kinks. I liked sweaty, ripe ass, so what? Not dirty. Just not shower fresh either. I liked a man's ass to smell, and taste, like an ass, not like shower gel. "Why don't you let me worry about that", I said. I grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking it. "Go lean forward against the wall and push your ass out and I'll show you something else that us queers do." I grinned up at him and stood back up, knees crying and popping in relief.
He gave a `are you sure' look and I grabbed him by the shoulders are turned him towards the wall. Pants still around his knees, he shuffled forward until he was a couple of feet from the wall. I stood behind him and pushed his shoulders forward. Bending at the waist, he placed his hands on the wall. I grabbed a 5-gallon bucket that was sitting nearby and flipped it over and sat down behind him.
His ass was glorious. Not too hairy, and very white. His cheeks were rounded and it was obviously the ass of a working man. Daily squats had certainly paid off for him. As I leaned closer, I could smell his ass and I drooled. It was sweaty and what hair he did have stuck to his crack. I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hands, spread it open and leaned forward, sniffing him like a fucking dog. I felt my cock drip a load of precum in my undies. His hole was pink and sweaty and looked fucking delicious. I stuck my nose directly on it and snorted in his musk.
I could hear his breathing become ragged. "Are you sure you wanna do this?", he asked. "I know I ain't too clean back therrrrr OH HOLY SHIT!"
While he had been talking, I had opened wide and sucked his entire asshole into my mouth. I started nursing on his redneck hole like a baby on a tit. I grasped his cheeks firmly in my hands and kept them spread wide open as I feasted on him. Using my tongue, I started swirling it all over his hole while I sucked on it. The taste was sensational. Sweat. Musk. Ripeness. I flicked my tongue all over his hole, making sure to get a taste of the entire thing.
Kyle was bucking around, sort of thrashing. I was happy to be giving him his first rimming experience, something I knew he would never forget. He didn't even try to form words. A long string of gibberish fell from his mouth as my tongue snaked into his hole. My dick was so hard it was painful, but I'd worry about that later. I was on a mission to make this country boy cum like he never had before.
Once I had my tongue in his hole, licking his velvety tunnel, I squeezed his ass cheeks around my face. If anyone had walked in, it would have looked like I had my head up his ass. Which is where I wanted it to be. Kyle started thrusting his ass back and forth on my face, trying to get my tongue deeper, no doubt.
"Goddamn, eat my hole, man." He was moaning, pushing back onto my face. "I can feel your goddamn tongue in my asshole!" His voice was high pitched and breathless. I doubled down, grabbing his cheeks again and pulling him back onto my face as hard as I could, driving my tongue in even deeper. He started to whimper.
"I ain't never felt nothin' like this!", he groaned. "You keep doing that shit and I'm gonna cum! Keep eatin' my dirty fucking asshole!" I had no intention of stopping.
As I ate, I could feel his hole clenching around my tongue. I heard a squishy sound and knew he was beating his dick as I devoured his asshole. With my tongue still inside, fucking, I used my right hand to feel for his swollen balls. Grasping them, I started pulling them down, stretching his sack. From experience, I knew that this would make a lot of guys cum. Kyle wasn't an exception.
I could feel his orgasm start before he even started shouting. His hole clenched on my tongue so hard I thought he would cut it in half. Despite how tight his asshole had become, I shoved my tongue in as far as I could and wiggled it around. Kyle began hoarsely moaning, taking deep, ragged breaths.
"OH OH OH OH", he shouted, not able to form any other words. His hole tightened one final time and stayed that way while he shot off. I was sorry that I wasn't able to catch his cum in my mouth, but not sorry that I was able to continue eating him while he came. Finally, his hole loosened and I pulled my face back, giving his hole a kiss with my puckered lips. Kyle's head was down and he had one hand still on the wall. Looking around him, I saw globs of cum running down my garage wall, dripping onto the floor. With a hard sigh, he stood up straight and started making himself presentable.
"So, how did I measure up?", I asked. He was the one blushing now.
"Man, I ain't never cum that hard before. I cain't even believe that happened for real."
"Well, I'm always happy to help a man in need", I laughed. "Do you want something to drink? I can run upstairs and grab something for you before you get back to work." This was actually kind of awkward. If this was a usual hookup, the guy would be out the door already. But Kyle had at least 45 minutes to an hour worth of work left.
"No, thanks. I better get back to it", he said. I turned to head back upstairs when a thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Hey, Kyle? If you aren't booked up next weekend, my attic is full of crap that needs to be hauled away."
He glanced at me and grinned. "I think we can work something out."