| Construction Stud Foreman | ||
| I got kicked out of college for
sucking cock. The football coach discovered me helping out the star quarterback.
It wasn’t my fault. The stud just wouldn’t keep his mouth shut when he started
to cum. Moaning and groaning, I knew someone would hear him. But damn, his jock
cum tasted good. He got a slap on the wrist, I got kicked out. So, now I need a job and since I don’t have much experience, I’m desperate. I signed up at the employment agency, not expecting anything. But I got a call and was told to go to this construction site. I didn’t know what to wear and didn’t know what I was going to be doing either. I didn’t think I could hammer any nails or be too physical. I’m tall, 6 feet, but thin, 160 or 165, kind of pale skin, still some acne on my face, hardly any body hair, except for a good bush around my dick and balls. So, I show up at 7:15 am, hoping to make a good impression by being early, but the foreman lays into me right away. What kind of kids are we hiring these days? Scrawny babies? He tells me to move that stack of lumber to the foundation and then he starts yelling at me cause I can’t pick up 15 boards at a time. I mutter below my breath that the big hairy ape should just give me a chance. Shit, the fucker doesn’t even let me try! Then he starts in on me about not even looking like a man. That I’m a faggot cocksucker. Damn, he’s got me pegged. But, I’ve promised myself to play it straight since I need this job and the money. Then Mr. Douglas unbuttons his shirt and starts to tell me to look at a real man. Well, fuck!! He is a real man, big broad chest covered in thick black hair. Shit, I can’t even see his nipples. The hair grows out to the sides of his chest and stomach, no trail to his belt, just fur. He flexes his arms and the biceps pop up and he’s got veins everywhere. Shit, why is he doing this? Damn, I getting a fucking hardon. I’ve got on my best jeans and they’re tight, so it doesn’t take much to show my hardening dick. And of course the foreman sees it. Now he says that he knows what kind of work I can do. He turns and motions me to follow him to the office trailer on the edge of the construction site. Damn, Mr. Douglas even has hair on his back and his jeans are fucking tight. Shit, that is a hot ass! Inside, he turns around and starts to open his jeans, grinning at me. In a closed in space I begin to smell his scent, sweaty and masculine, and as the he unzips the crotch and pulls his dick out, I start to get a bit dizzy. That is the smell I have always been attracted to and that is why I volunteered to be the team’s trainer in college. Get on ur knees, boy, he orders. I am there, quickly. Pressing my face into his crotch, licking his dick and balls, tasting his precum. He keeps talking shit about faggots this and faggots that. But I’m not listening, I’m sucking cock. I reach up and pull his jeans down to his ankles and then start to unlace his work boots. He gets my drift and he quickly sheds his boots and his jeans. He is one hairy motherfucker, top to bottom, coal black hair. It even grows on his dick shaft and it is one fine dick, 8.5 or 9 inches long and lots of foreskin, a big sack of hairy bull balls hanging between his legs. “Yeah, cocksucker, suck my dick, lick my balls.” He’s talking more about his wife and why she don’t suck him and why he and I are going to be getting along real well. I am still not listening to him much. I’m sucking cock. Then he surprises me, he tells me to lick his ass hole. Fucking A! That’s another of my favorite things. He bends over the desk and spreads his legs. Did I mention the hair on his body? Damn, his ass cheeks and crack were covered too. “Eat my butt, boy. Lick that crack and get ur tongue deep inside. Clean me out with that slut tongue!” Damn, the dude was verbal, cussing, and helling, wiggling his manly ass. I learned early what to do to make him happy. Rubbing my face up and down that sweaty crack, licking the cheeks, sucking his balls, stroking my hands all over his legs and back, ducking up under him to suck that big dripping cock. But it was one time when I was sucking his cock, that I learned something else about him. I accidentally stuck my finger inside his asshole. He jumped about a mile, started cussing me real mean, telling me to get that faggot finger out of him, telling me he was no butt ranger, just to eat ass and suck him off. Hmmm, that was interesting! Cause his dick was telling me a whole different story, it got longer and thicker and Mr. Douglas was wiggling his ass back on my finger. I pulled my finger out only to jam it back in a minute later when I was eating his hole again. He cussed a blue streak, but didn’t tell me to pull it out. That’s when I knew I was in control. I pulled my face and finger out of his dripping hole and told him to get on the floor on all 4’s. A change of pace and I could pleasure him better. He didn’t seem to notice the tone of my voice. Damn, what a site! I took a minute to memorize that stud body. I didn’t figure I’d get another opportunity. I quickly shed my clothes too. My dick was rock hard and dripping. Now I might be a scrawny kid, no muscles to speak of, but I was blessed with one muscle that counted for a whole lot in this situation. My dick was 10 inches long and pretty thick. And I had seduced a lot of studs in my few years. In fact, the real reason the college quarterback was yelling so loud was because I was fucking his ass. And it wasn’t pain he was yelling about. He was begging for it harder and deeper up that tight jock man ass! And I wasn’t disappointing him. Well, back to Mr. Douglas on his hands and knees. Now don’t get ahead of me.......grin! I got back behind him and lowered my face in his crack and stuck my tongue deep inside. He started to buck back into my face. I next pushed my finger in deep, alternating tongue and finger. Mr. Douglas wasn’t cussing anymore, he was moaning and groaning. I moved up on top of him, reached around his chest and started to stroke all the fur and pinch his nipples. My cock was laying on his back, leaking my own river of precum. If he felt my cock, he gave no indication. Now I was licking his ears and telling him what a hot man he was and how turned on he was making me. I drug my cock up and down his back a few times, streams of precum coating his hairy sweaty back. I rolled to the side and licked him clean. And then I rolled him over and started to lick his pits, his nipples and that furry chest. I don’t think he had ever been taken care of like this. One of his hands was stretched out to the side and just happened to be between my legs. I started to rub my cock through his palm. Shit, he tightened his grip on me. Damn, it felt good. I dropped my balls into his hand and then put my ass on his hand. He was starting to get into the act. A rough finger started to play with my crack. At the same time, I moved from his chest down to his cock and balls. And I stuck my finger up his ass too. Now we were both fingering ass. His finger was just exploring, mine was finger fucking. It didn’t take him long to lift his legs into the air and start to moan again. I added a second and a third finger, stretching him open, getting him ready........ His hand was on my dick now, and it finally registered in his dazed brain that this scrawny kid was hung like a fucking horse. I felt movement; Mr. Douglas lifted his head to look at my cock. “Shit, kid, where’d you get such a big cock?” I told him I stole it had it sown on. He seemed to like that cause he chuckled a good hardy laugh. I told him I wanted him on his hands and knees again. That I liked eating his ass that way the best. Damn, he had that hot ass pointed at the ceiling in no time. Legs spread, hell; he even reached back and spread his furry cheeks for me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to FUCK that manly ass. And whether he knew it or not, he was in prime man fucking position. I ate him a few more minutes and fingered him some more. He was wide open, dripping wet. I climbed on his back again, but instead of moving toward his head, I slipped my cock down his ass crack. Fuck, I like the feel of that ass fur on my dick. He grunted once, maybe startled, but there was no stopping me now. I pulled back, lined up, and started to push my cockhead into that steamy virgin ass. God, he was tight. The little muscle I did have I needed now to stretch that ass open and punch my cock deep inside. I watched that ass hole open up and swallow my cock fuckin’ whole. I felt a tremor pass through his body, he grunted, and then he started to cuss me again. Called me a faggot cocksucker, telling me to get off of him, let him up. I was NOT getting off of him so quick. I pulled back and punched another couple of inches into him. I had 8 inches inside that construction stud’s hairy ass and I was going for broke! Now, Mr. Douglas started to try to crawl away from my fuckin dick. Moaning and groaning, telling me to get my fuckin cock away from his ass hole. Telling me I was splitting him open, wretching him. Yeah, right. We were now up against a wall of the trailer office, my cock still buried up inside him. Now, I started to fuck, hard and deep, all the way in, grinding my thick bush against him, then all the way out. Sometimes I would lean down and kiss his puckered man pussy hole before I would slam back in, all the way in, deep. I even started to slap that ass, getting the cheeks bright red and tender. I leaned over his back, one hand on his chest, and the other on his cock. His HARD COCK! The fucker was getting fucked and enjoying it. I started to whisper in his ear again. Telling him what a sweet pussy he had and how I was going to fill him up with cum. So much cum that it was going to drip out of him all day long, that he was going to be shitting my cum for several days. I told him to start fucking back on my cock. To start participating. I leaned back, pulling my cock half way out of his wide open ass. Damn, if he didn’t start to fuck back and wiggle himself on me. His big cock, hard and dripping, swinging back and forth. One more position change. I pulled out, told him to get on his back and raise his legs up against his chest. He did, hell, almost eagerly it seemed. I slammed back into him. He grunted, his cock leaking, forming a pool in his navel. I had his legs pinned against his chest, freeing his hands and he put them on my ass, pulling me into him. I ducked down and stuck my tongue in his mouth. My final act of taking him down! My tongue down his throat, my dick up his ass, his hands on my ass pulling me into him. I pulled back and started to really slam in and out, harder and deeper, telling him I was fucking his pussy, his man pussy. His big hairy ass wide open, deep drilling him, gonna fuck the cum out of him, out of his fuckin balls. The dirty talk was getting to him and me. My balls were drawn up, getting ready to fire, getting ready to breed this big hairy MAN! My fuck strokes were getting irregular and then before I could cum, he yelled out real loud and his cock started shooting cum everywhere. In his face, in his open mouth, his hair, the wall, high in the air and all over me. And fuck, did that ass tighten down on my cock. That was all I needed. I launched a fuckin cum bomb up his ass. Shaking and crying and cumming, and thrusting, and cumming. I felt my cum leaking out of his ass onto my balls. I lay on his sweaty, cumy chest for a while, trying to catch my breath, my wilting dick still deep inside the construction stud’s asshole. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I couldn’t quit saying that word. I pulled my dick out of his ass and stood up. Taking a moment to memorize that scene once more. I turned to dress and leave. My hand was on the door knob, about to leave the trailer and the job site, when I heard him grunt and start to push himself off the floor. He was so drained and dazed, he fell back. “Kid? Help me up, please?” So I walked back over to him and helped him up, wondering the whole time if now he was going to beat me into a pulp. Then he asked me to help him into the bathroom/shower. So, I did. Mr. Douglas was swaying and weak kneed. “What can I do to help you, sir?” Well, did you want me to fuck and run? “Just let me lean here against the sink for a few minutes, kid.” So, I propped him up and then held him steady. His head down, legs spread a little bit, sweat running down his back, down his crack, disappearing inside that thick ass hair. I looked at him in the mirror, he had his eyes closed, sweat and cum dripping off his handsome, masculine face. Then I heard a strange noise, a splat, splat, splat, of something dripping into a puddle. I looked down between his legs and saw my cum leaking out of his hole and dripping onto the floor. Damn, my balls tingled and my dick jerked a little bit. It was so nasty and yet so exciting to know that I put that cum there and that Mr. Douglas had never been fucked before. My cock getting hard again, I knelt between his legs, spreading his cheeks, and I started to lick that leaking asshole. I felt the big man jerk a little bit. “Damn, kid! That’s fuckin nasty. Quit it.” I hadn’t listened to him all morning, why start now? I buried my face into his crack, licking and sucking his puckered asshole. I knew he couldn’t resist the feelings and before long he was leaning over, chest on the sink, legs spread and even his hands spreading his cheeks wide again. I was turning the big man on again, helping him over his first fuck, and by a scrawny college kid a quarter his size! Damn, he tasted good. I couldn’t get enough, eating and chewing, and biting his hole. I took a breath and saw good signs of his cock hardening up. Damn, I didn’t think this stud would be able to get it hard again for a day or two at least. I guess there is just something about man to man sex that turns these big hairy men on! Lick. Slurp. Slap. Sounds of a nasty boy eating hairy, fucked full of cum, man ass. Damn, Jake’s ass was still tight, but had that wide open puckered, freshly fucked look. And I was eating him again, this time trying to dig as much of my cum out of him as possible. I was getting a good bit cause I blew quite a load into him. At first he was protesting about being sore and tired, but I could tell I was getting to him again. That big fleshy hairy dick of his was getting harder with each lick. Just imagine a dog’s tongue lapping up water and that’s how my tongue was fluttering up and down Jake’s crack and hole. Damn and he wasn’t the only one getting turned on again. My big cock was stretching out. I guess I should remind you what I look like. I’m 19 years old, just kicked out of college for pleasuring the quarterback, my first day on the construction site, on my knees eating Jake Douglas’ ass. I’m 6’, 160, smooth body and 10 inch fucking horse cock, thick and uncut too. And drooling precum. This big hairy muscled up foreman was turning me on again. Damn, I think I’m gonna have to fuck him again. And he was probably going to tell me not to do it, but I’ve just never been too good at taking orders. As I ate Jake’s ass, I ran my hands up and down his furry thighs and calves. He was one hairy motherfucker. Hair everywhere. I didn’t mind one bit. It turned me on to think that I had taken this top pussy stud and rearranged his life in one hard driving man to man fuck. Well, maybe not made the man gay, but time and more of my dick would tell. I had to get up his ass again. My balls felt like they hadn’t cum in days. And my cock was hard and throbbing. I stood up behind the foreman, told him to get ready for some more cock. I didn’t wait for Jake to say anything. I just rammed it home. He grunted real loud. His asshole spasming around my cock, my balls slapped up against his balls. “Oh fuck yeah, Jake, sir. Giving you another hard fuck. You like that sir? My hard teenage cock plowing your asshole?” He didn’t answer but I heard him grunting on every deep pile driving stroke of my cock. I reached under him and felt of his hard cock. It was dripping precum, balls drawning up. Then I reached up to his hairy chest and pinched a nipple real hard. That got a reaction. He started to cuss and yell and buck. I just pinched the other nip, HARD! His asshole squeezed down tight, I couldn’t take it any more. “No, more man! I can’t stand it anymore,” I was yelling. And then I unloaded another jizz bomb up his ass pussy. I could tell this big hairy boss man was about to cum, but then a banging started in the other room. And someone was yelling through the door. It was another of the construction crew. “Hey, Jake. Open up! You’re needed out here. You in here man? I thought I saw you and that kid come in here.” Jake yelled from the bath-room to hold his horses. I quickly got dressed again, got Jake’s clothes that were scattered all over the main room, and then opened the office door. Sunlight streamed in from outside framing the carpenter in its rays. He was already sweating and had a very sexy look and smell about him. Damn, the stud made my balls tingle again. I told him that Jake was taking a shit, so the stud went to the door and they started talking about the project. I stared straight at those tight ripped faded wranglers that his ass was trying to get out of. Woof! Brian was his name and he was just as sweet to look at as Jake. Around 6’2”, 200 pounds, he seemed to be hairy too. Thick hair on his forearms, a sprinkling on his brawny shoulders, made me keep looking. I was kind of afraid that Jake would come charging out of the bathroom and ask Brian to help beat me up, but nothing like that happened. After a few minutes of talking about things I never heard of, Brian turned around and caught me staring. I was drooling, but no spit hanging out of my mouth yet. Damn, it would have been if I could have been looking at Brian’s front. WOOF! Thick chest hair sprouting out the wide open shirt, big handle bar mustache, and thick bulge hanging to the left down his pants leg. He flashed me a grin as he turned to leave. Damn! I wondered if all construction men are studs like the first two I met. As the office trailer door closed, the bathroom door opened and a cleaned up, but fucked up foreman walked out. He locked the outside door again and then went to retrieve his clothes. Jake had cleaned up as best he could, but when he bent over to pick up his pants, I saw some of my cum leaking out of that hairy hole. I was sure he was going to be leaking all day. Just a little reminder that he didn’t have a cherry ass anymore. He pulled on his pants and work boots and then sat down at the desk. That big hairy chest sweat matted nipples still hard and pointed. If this was a gay man, I’d say he was one satisfied stud. I might have fucked him into an orgasm, but I doubted if you could call him satisfied. He had a strange look on his face and I started to fear his big fists. “Kid,” he said. “My name is Chip, sir.” “Ok, Chip, I ought to stomp you into a grease spot for what you did to me. But making you work and sweat and get sore will be almost as good. I’m gonna run you ragged, boy. I’m gonna give you all the rotten jobs I can find. And if I see or hear that you’re slacking off, I will beat the shit out of you. Got that, BOY?!” “Yes, sir. I will try to do my job. I just want to say one more thing.....You are the hottest fuck I’ve ever had, sir!” I turned and left before the big stud could say anything more than give a surprised grunt. As I left the trailer, I saw Brian again. He was waiting for me. It looked like I was to work with him. Damn, how was I to keep my hands to myself? “So the boss give you the big bad speech about working hard and doing as you’re told?” Brian’s voice was even hotter than Jake’s. I nodded and grinned. Balls tingling again, stop it. “It took longer cause my paperwork got lost and I had to fill it all out again.” He nodded and then he showed me around the site. It was a strip mall, just one story, long and strung out. This crew was doing all the work, even the landscaping would be done by these studs. Brian also introduced me to the crew, 10 of the hottest, sweatiest, hunkiest men I’ve even dared to dream about. Some of them laughed at me, cause I was so scrawny, but all said that I would get muscles and a great tan. My first job was to start sweeping the saw dust into piles and then scoop up the piles and put it in the dumpster. It wasn’t hard work really, but different than what I figured I would be doing at this time in my life. The rest of the morning and the afternoon went well. My back got awful sore and I started to get blisters on my hands and I got sunburned. At quitting time, Brian asked if I was old enough to drink a beer with the crew. Luckily this state allowed me to drink at 19, so I trooped along with the crew to their favorite bar. It was crowded with a bunch of blue collar types. All sweaty, shouting, drinking, and blowing off steam. I immediately went to the bathroom to piss and also check out the stalls. I was horny again, well, I am always horny. The pissers were full, so I went to the stalls and went in to do my business. Oh My God! This straight blue collar, jeans and boots bar had gloryholes cut in the wall stalls. And not just small little holes either. You could almost put your whole head through to the other side. I know I am talking bullshit with the head thing, but hell, I was shocked about even the existence of holes in the stalls. As I was contemplating this development, the door on the next stall banged open and closed again. The sound of a piss stream started and almost automatically, I bent down to get a look. Fuckin nice. Big fat head smooth shaved bull nuts, and hairy bush. I tried to look up, but at that moment the pissing stopped and the dick moved toward my mouth. “Suck it a little for me, buddy. I can tell you’re interested. Want a taste of a working man’s sweaty dick? Sure you do. Just lick the head a bit. Yeah, that’s nice. Oh yeah, suck it stud.” The voice rumbled above me in a husky whisper. I could have sworn I knew that voice from somewhere.... “Oh yeah, suck it some more. A little deeper, boy, suck my big cock deeper.” I reached in and grabbed the man’s balls as I sucked more of his big dick. One of the man’s hands grabbed the back of my head and literally pulled me into his stall. And you thought I was just joking about the size of those holes! I heard an ‘oh shit’ and ‘I’m sorry little buddy.’ And the big cock was pulled from my mouth, stuffed back inside those tight, faded, ripped up wranglers and in a flash the man was gone. Damn, I wonder what came over the big man? Why did he leave so quick? I wasn’t biting him or yanking his balls or nothing. No one was banging on the door to tell him to hurry up. I was so stunned that I didn’t even look up in time to see his face. But that voice still bothered me. I knew it and I knew I would figure it out pretty soon. Well, I didn’t have any more chances that night to ponder the voice. In fact I sucked another couple of cocks before I returned to the construction crew. I looked around for Brian and didn’t see him. I must have looked like a lost puppy to one of the crew, so he told me that Brian had to leave and asked if I wouldn’t mind hitching a ride with him. Sure, no problem. This was Tony, another of the crew that I wouldn’t kick out of bed for anything. I spent another hour drinking and playing pool and having a good time and then Tony took me back to the site and dropped me by my car. I had had a full and adventure-some day. I kind of wondered how Jake was handling his evening and night. I knew I was going home and get a good night’s sleep. I wanted to be rested for tomorrow. Jake climbed into his big 4x4 pickup and started toward the job site. He cranked up the radio and started to whistle along with the tune. He made sure he stayed alert to the traffic signals this time. It was still kind of early to get to work, but he knew he could sleep a few minutes on the sofa during the day, if he felt he needed it. A couple of blocks behind his big pickup and unnoticed to Jake, a motorcycle cop was riding along, wondering why the big man was out this early and especially wondering what had happened in that bookstore. He had a good idea, and that idea made his cop daddy dick swell and strain against his uniform pants. And it was quite a dick too, ten, thick, veiny inches of man meat and a pair of hairy balls that had never yet been drained of man cum. The cop filled out the rest of his uniform as well. Officer Mac Stevens stood 6’3” and weighed 260 pounds of beefy, hairy muscle. He was 36 years old and he was proud of his body, his dick, and his career as a cop. He was treated with respect and awe in the city where he worked. Many women lusted after the big cop, but Mac was strictly a man’s man. And he wasn’t your typical gay man. In fact the big cop would beat you to a pulp if you made any reference to the type of sex he enjoyed. Many macho men in the community had been turned into cock hungry whores from just one night of Mac’s dick. He was an expert at fucking. And he took pride in the kind of manly men that begged to be on their hands and knees in Mac’s bed. Now Mac was tailing the big construction worker. Knowing that some queer had sucked the big man off, Mac figured that Jake might enjoy some sex, cop daddy style. Jake was driving along, oblivious to the motorcycle cop and that cop’s devious intentions. He was intent to reach the job site and plan the work day. Construction was going as planned and was on schedule, but Jake knew that things like bad weather could slow the pace down and ultimately put the crew behind. Jake stopped at the fence surrounding the job site, unlocked the gate and drove into the his parking spot by the foreman’s’ trailer. It was early, but Jake could just make out the first light in the eastern sky. It was going to be a hot humid day, perfect for some hard physical labor. Jake could not only think better while driving, but he could also think while he worked and sweated. Nothing better to clear the mind that working up a sweat doing what he liked best. He knew he had been spending too much time in the trailer recently and today he would work all day among the crew and show them exactly what a working man looked like. Jake climbed down from his pickup and went into the coolness of the trailer. The air in the trailer also carried a scent that got Jake’s mind off of his work day and reminded him of the previous day. It smelled like a lockeroom, with the sweat and body odor, but also with a smell that big Jake was becoming acquainted. Cum. And that smell of cum reminded Jake of his practical rape at the hands of Chip less than 24 hours ago. He couldn’t believe that it had all started here and he couldn’t believe that he had been so horny as to let the kid fuck him up the ass. The raunchy odor in the bookstore had turned Jake on. This time the odor disgusted him. How could he have allowed that scrawny kid to gain the upper hand? It was beyond belief, and then Jake didn’t even fire the kid. Well, if Chip didn’t work extra hard today, Jake was going to fire the little fucker. Jake sat down at the desk and started to work his way through the paperwork that took him away from the physical labor that he loved. Outside, Officer Stevens turned off his motorcycle and coasted to a stop just inside the fence. No need to warn his prey, he thought to himself, chuckling. He propped the big machine on its kick stand, stretched his brawny body, and strode to the front door of the trailer. There was a small square of glass that looked inside and the big police officer could just make out the profile of Jake. Strong jaw, thick neck, powerful shoulders, just the type of man that fired the loins of the muscle cop. He took his big fist and started to pound on the door. He could see that the big foreman jerked at the sound, just the effect that he wanted. He watched Jake get to his feet and walk to the door. The door was jerked open and Jake, who planned on confronting whoever was banging on his door, was himself confronted by the midnight blue of the tight form fitting uniform and the roughly handsome face of Officer Stevens. Mac took advantage of the situation and brusquely pushed past Jake and into the small office. “Sorry to disturb your work, man, but I noticed you have a taillight out on your truck. And this morning things are pretty slow out, so I thought I would tell you. And I need to piss pretty bad and I hoped you had a toilet I could use.” Jake showed the big officer the bathroom and then returned to his paperwork. He heard the toilet flush and then the door opened and Mac called out to Jake, “Sorry to bother you again, man, but this toilet is not regulation. The city ordered every wasteful one replaced with the low flow ones.” Jake walked into the bathroom, almost running into the big officer, who had his big dick out of his tight pants. Mac took advantage of the situation again and wrestled Jake to the floor, into a kneeling position. “Yeah, boy, not only did I need to piss, but I also get real fucking horny riding my cycle around town. I need a masculine mouth on my dick and when I saw you come out of the bookstore, I knew you were the one to relieve my ball pressure. So get to sucking!” The big hairy horny officer started to shove his drooling cock head into Jake’s startled mouth. ‘Oh God! It’s happening again,’ thought the equally built construction foreman. Jake was no less manly than Officer Stevens, but the situation at the present combined with what had been happening the last few hours kept him on his knees. At least Jake’s experience counted for something now. He didn’t choke when Mac shoved every inch of cop daddy dick down his throat. He had learned to suck cock pretty good. After all, this was the third one, and anybody should have learned by now. Now it was Mac’s turn to be startled at events. He had expected a big fight to subdue the hairy chested foreman. Mac had his handcuffs at ready. But when Jake went to his knees and then most surprisingly, swallowed Mac’s cock whole, the big cop lost control of the situation. He had wanted to fuck Jake’s mouth for a good long time, but the incredible suction and tongue action caused him to dump cum load #1 in mind blowing suddenness. Jake’s rough hands stroking the officer’s balls helped too. As Officer Stevens started to dump a cop sized load into Jake’s mouth and throat. He continued to be surprised at Jake’s skill and ability. Jake didn’t spill a drop of the massive load. In fact, the construction stud had regained his composure before Mac did. Jake jumped to his feet and forced the big cop to his knees, whipping out his own big cock and sticking it in Mac’s face. “Suck my cock, cop stud!” Jake hissed. But instead of an open mouth, Jake felt cold steel pressed against his balls. “I don’t think so, cocksucker. I don’t suck like you do. And if you try to make me, this police pistol is gonna blow off your stallion cock and balls. Better take a second to think this through.” Jake immediately knew the cop had turned the situation to his advantage, so he stepped back, and waited to see what else was going to happen. Mac got to his feet and pressed himself against Jake. Both cocks were still hard, bulging chests, and big biceps, and then lips and tongue were in the others mouth. The cop might not suck cock, but he sure did know how to kiss! So Jake responded with his own tongue, and then his big arms wrapped around the broad muscled back and squeezed tight. The groins were smashed against each other, cocks hard and throbbing. Mac’s cock never lost any hardness after his cum and Jake’s cock was right there in its rigidness. And then he felt the big cop’s hand on his balls squeezing and pulling his sack. “On your knees again, stud”, Mac hissed, pulling the balls farther down. Jake couldn’t help but follow. “I need my dick sucked again and this time I’m gonna enjoy it. You surprised me by your skill and talent the first time. I don’t get surprised very often.” Needless to say and I won’t, you’ll have to imagine it, but Mac put Jake through his paces that morning. Jake sucked Mac’s big cock, balls, ate his ass, licked the cop’s hairy chest, sucked his pits and chewed on those cop daddy tits. And was rewarded with quarts of cum. Oh, and of course Mac fucked Jake’s asshole several times. Mac needed to test every hole in Jake’s stud body and Jake passed each and every test with flying colors, or I should say flying cum. Outside the trailer, on the construction site, the crew arrived one by one and noticed the cop cycle and wondered what the fuck was going on. But they each had their own job to worry about, so no one thought much about it. When Chip showed up, he commented on this to Bryan, one of the other construction workers. “I’m sure Jake can handle whatever problem that the cop has by himself”, Bryan said and turned to start his own day. Chip didn’t think much about it either. He was too busy on his second day on the site, figuring out where all the supplies were and getting it for the busy crew. Every once in a while he worried about Jake’s reaction to seeing him again. After all, Chip had fucked Jake’s virgin ass the day before and there was no telling what emotions were swimming around inside the big foreman’s head. He just hoped the boss would let bygones be bygones. The morning was half over and still there was no sign of Jake or the cop. One trip to the supply shed took Chip right past the trailer. A sound caused him to stop dead in his tracks. It sounded like two men grunting. Chip turned his head to locate the sound. Damn, it was coming from the trailer! He looked around at the rest of the crew. Nobody was in sight, so Chip stepped up to the door and glanced inside. Wow! Jake was draped across the desk, buck ass naked, cock hard, hairy chest streaked with cum and another hairy man pumping away up his asshole! Damn, Jake was being fucked again and it sounded like he was begging for ‘more and harder’. Chips asshole puckered, balls tightened, and his big dick started to harden up. Man, that is one scene he’d like to bust in on. Hell, why not! Chip tried the door and found it unlocked. With as much stealth as possible he slipped inside the trailer. The smell that assaulted his nose was rich with man fuck scents. Chip’s cock hardened with a snap. The cussing and grunting coming from the two men heightened his excitement even more. Whoever was fucking Jake was one trash talking motherfucker. The position of the two men prevented Mac from seeing Chip enter the trailer, but Jake saw the skinny youth come in. A little smirk passed over the fucked up construction stud foreman’s face. And an evil thought popped inside his head. He was enjoying the hell out of Mac’s fucking, but at every suggestion that the big cop might want Jake’s big dick up his ass, the cop said that he was top man all the way. He was the man to fuck men, not the other way around. Now with Chip in the trailer, Jake figured the kid wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to slide his dick in a man’s ass. And he was going to help the kid out. Jake’s legs had been on Mac’s big shoulders, but now he wrapped them around the big cop’s back and stroked his feet up and down the tight flexing ass cheeks. This action caused Mac to grunt and fuck Jake’s loose man cunt harder. To Jake, Mac was now vulnerable to some rear action. And he hoped Chip could take the hint. Chip watched the fuck action for a few minutes, not knowing what he should do first. Should he eat that hot, hairy, cop ass? Or maybe he should climb on the desk and fuck Jake’s mouth. But when Jake shifted his legs around Mac’s back, Chip knew that exactly what he should do. His clothes were already in a pile at his feet and his cock was rock hard and dripping. He stepped up behind the sweating cop and rubbed his dick on those hairy muscled cheeks. It took a few seconds for Mac’s sex fogged brain to signal him that something was wrong. At least something was different. Something warm and wet was touching his ass. He saw that Jake’s hands were on his chest pinching and twisting his nipples. Jake’s feet and legs were wrapped around his back. Maybe Jake was rubbing his feet on his ass again. Nothing to be worried about, Mac decided. Oh how wrong he was! Just as Chip was lining up his rock hard cock for a quick thrust into the cop’s tight man hole, Jake started to urge Mac to fuck him harder. “Yeah, cop stud, fuck my horny ass some more, you motherfucker! Breed that manly ass with another cum load, you sorry sonofabitch.” And then Jake, with a devious grin on his face, yelled some encouragement to Chip. “Yeah, boy! Fuck that hairy asshole. That ass is just begging for some hard dick. It’s been begging for a good hard fucking all morning and you’re just the one to do it. Let him feel the cock that is fucking my ass.” Mac didn’t have any idea what the fuck Jake was talking about until he felt that big teen cock head butting against his own hole. As Chip’s dick started to fuck into Mac’s ass, Mac whipped his head around and started to order the kid in his cop voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you scrawny little fucker? Get away from my assssssss......... Oh shit! Take it out!” Mac tried to get away, but Jake clamped down on his dick with his macho asshole and wrapped his arms and legs around the big man’s back, holding him in place. “Enjoy it, stud. If anyone can help you enjoy man fucking, Chip can. Keep fucking me and let him plow that horny ass of yours. You know you like it. Your cock is still rock hard and I bet you’re about to cum.” Jake could tell Mac was getting off on being the meat in this man sandwich, even if the big cop would deny it. Mac started to fuck Jake harder than he had fucked him all morning and that said something right there. Chip’s face appeared over Mac’s shoulder. He had a big grin on it. “Damn, this hairy ass is tight and hot! Been saving it for me, Mr. Stud Cop? Well, I’m gonna take advantage of it and fuck you a new asshole. Hell, I’m gonna breed this ass. You are gonna be shitting cum for days when I get through with you.” “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Jake yelled out. That caused an avalanche of cum from the other two fuckers. Jake’s ass clamped down tight on Mac’s pistoning cock and the thrusting of Chip’s big teen dick made Mac’s balls unload their biggest load yet! Chip needed a few dozen more strokes and then he added his cum to the tight, seldom fucked ass of Officer Stevens. Jake’s ass was slightly numb by this time and couldn’t feel the spurts of cum into his ass, but Mac could feel every volley of cum that Chip fired into his ass. Hell, it must have been 8 or 10 spurts. By the time Chip’s balls were drained, cum had started to leak down Mac’s hairy legs. He was going to be shitting cum for awhile. “Ok, kid, get that cock out of my ass. You had your fun. Now scram!” Chip did pull out, but he immediately went around the desk, climbed on to Jake’s chest and demanded that Mac clean his dick. Jake pulled the big cop down onto the cum covered cock. He couldn’t see, but when Chip started to talk dirty to the cop, he knew Mac was sucking that dick. Chip was sitting on the upper part of Jake’s chest. His little bubble butt spread wide and inviting. Jake had licked Tony’s asshole, why not lick Chip’s. He craned his head up and stuck his tongue into the kid’s ass. That surprised the hell out of Chip. Hell, if the big foreman wanted to eat his ass, that was ok with him. So Chip moved his ass back directly on top of Jake’s rugged face and started to grind and rotate his smooth cheeks into Jake’s stubbled ones. Oh shit, Jake was eating ass so good, Mac was going to get a big teen cum load in his mouth. That was the nature of Chip’s balls, drained one minute, recharged and cumming the next. Jake was groaning and licking, Mac was licking and sucking, and then the big cop stud was choking too. He didn’t suck fast enough though, some of the cum squirted out of his nose. Jake knew the little teen stud was cumming in Mac’s mouth and served the big cop right. Getting a little pay back. Finally, Chip’s balls were drained a second time. But he kept his dick firmly imbedded in Mac’s throat. Just the thought that the big hairy chested cop was choking on his cum load kept his dick rock hard. Slowly the two men and the teen pulled apart. There were a thousand questions that Chip wanted to ask. But maybe this wasn’t the right time. He knew a least one thing. He and big Jake were going to fuck again. It would be really hot to fuck with both men again. “Hey kid. You better get back to work. I’ll be out in a bit. Officer Stevens and I have a few more things to iron out. And then I’m gonna ride your ass all afternoon.” So Chip cleaned up and dressed. He grinned real big at the two men as he left the construction trailer, knowing that the sex wasn’t quite through. Chip was right. As soon as the door closed, Jake rolled Mac over on his back, pulled his hairy legs in the air, and rammed his hard cock deep inside the stud cop’s ass hole. “Now it’s finally my turn, copper!” Jake was ramming his hard dick in and out of that cum filled ass, determined to cram at least one more load of rich man cream inside. “Fuck, yeah, stud fucker! Breed my ass! Prove that I was wrong about you. That you only get hard when you’re getting fucked.” For the next hour, Jake proved that aspect of Mac’s thinking wrong. And he dumped two loads of cum in the officer’s ass. And he sat his own cum filled ass on Mac’s face, forcing the big man to eat some of his cum from Jake’s ass. Yep, Jake was thinking, the cop knew how to kiss, fuck, suck, eat ass, and get fucked. A well rounded man for sure. Finally the two men were satisfied. They needed to clean up, so they went into the small shower and washed each other off, and then dressed in their respective uniforms. Mac’s shift had ended hours before, but Jake’s still had hours to go. Nothing was said about the next time they would get together, but each knew this was not the last time. The rest of the week passed without anything to record here. Jake rode his crew hard and relentless, until at the end of the week, the project was several weeks ahead of schedule. Jake was so pleased that he was thinking about giving the crew a couple of days off. |
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