Then he looked deeply into my face with a stern, almost furious stare. Turning out lights off, he waved me back to the darkened entrance to the rear of the building, cautioning me to be quiet as we slipped into the cold, dusty shell that would one day never remember the salty, crisp scent of new mortar over the light dusting of rugs and wallpaper and paint. We slipped deep down into the center of the building to a low hanging room with a dirt floor, eventually to be the furnace room.
Phil pulled me into a dark corner, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling in the center of the room. We waited in silence, my mind racing with the idea that Phil had brought me down to seduce me, standing side by side in silence as he watched not me, but the far door. When I began to speak, he quieted me, and a few moments later, the door opened.
There was a grunt and the door opened. Saul entered as though walking onto a stage, a long beam resting over one shoulder. His jet black hair was matted along the edges of his face by sweat, his beard glistening. His dark brown eyes didn't turn us in the shadows. Saul went about his business, measuring and marking the timber.
A second man entered, Ted, another beam across his brawny shoulders. His red hair was darker where wet and his overalls clung to his naked chest redefining the outline of his hairless, hulking torso. His tongue licked the salt from his blond mustache as he rested the board by the first.
Two other workmen entered together, hammers, nails and tools dangling from their belts. The shorter, stocky one, Nick, black curly hair framing his ruddy face, stepped away from the others and stretched. The smooth, thinner blond, Alan, yawned as well, resting against the wall.
The bull stood from his work and stretched, arranging his crotch as he walked to the back wall. There was a dull rasp as he turned profile, reaching deep inside his fly to haul out his gnarled cock. He held it a moment in the light fondling it before he stood straighter and let loose a steaming stream of piss. The murky yellow liquid splash against the bricks and trickled down, the room suddenly heady with the sour aroma. The other men sought out their cocks instinctively as they watched Saul, their movements outlining their swelling thicknesses.
Nick was the first to open his fly, snapping away the buttons to his dingy jeans and taking his meat into his palm. His fingers slipped tenderly along the length, drawing the foreskin back to expose the dark violet head.
Ted smiled at the olive-skinned man, his own long, tender pink cock wrapped in his calloused, stained hand. Wisping tufts of red- blond hair curled like mist from the opening of his pants as he manipulated himself. His other hand reached to bend the tough skin of his chest, twisting a nipple tightly under his thumb. Saul turned and stared wide-eyed at the two men, then grinned, his own cock rising in his hand. The three sets of eyes turned simultaneously to Alan, the ruddy blond who still had not opened his pants. Slowly, the zipper was lowered and his hand disappeared, hauling with it a thick, blunt staff, veins ropy and bloated under the white skin.
The three gawked at the man's size. Alan smirked, having seen that look from everyone who glanced down at him naked. With carefully calculated steps, he sauntered to the crouching Nick, waving the rigid prick before his open mouth. Nick's face went blank, eyes turning up into Alan's leering face. The blond bent forward and slid the tip along Nick's full, pouting lips, a glistening streak of precome oozing in a string when he pulled away.
Phil let loose a breath against my ear, his eyes focused full on the men. They could and probably did see us from where they were, but for some reason, they didn't care. Glancing down, I saw Phil's fingers wedged over a pulsing lump beneath his dark blue pants, his hips pressing up against his palm. I couldn't help but imitate his movements, my own cock hard and cramped in my loose pants. But I wasn't going any further until he did.
Nick let himself go and took Alan's firm thighs in his hand, pulling the cock to his mouth, closing his eyes and swallowing just the tip. Alan's grimaces told them that Nick was inexperienced, that his teeth were rasping the tender flesh.
Nick opened wider, taking more, his lips tightening over his teeth. Alan sighed, letting his head roll back as he guided more of the salty meat down the eager throat. His hand wrapped Nick's glossy curls as he began to push himself deeper, grinding his hips, jabbing more with each thrust.
Saul came up behind the husky blond, unbutton his shirt and loosening his pants until he was naked. Alan let his body rest back on the massive bulk of the dark-haired man, Saul's hands rolling over the pale flesh, squeezing and punching the muscles roughly.
Ted ripped his overalls away and entered the trio wearing only his thick socks and boots. He undressed Saul, tearing away the clothes and filling his mouth with the dark hair and hard muscles underneath.
Saul grunted and pulled the man down on him, holding and lifting his hips until the long pink cock hovered over his open mouth. The huge man wrapped his hands around Ted's tense, round ass and thrust it deep down his throat, gagging and slurping as he forced the meat deeper into him.
Phil didn't speak, his eyes glued to the action before us, but his body was in constant motion. His fingers slipped down and opened his pants, the light barely catching on the thick, firm lump of flesh he drew out. He stroked it evenly, slowly, pulling the loose flesh up toward the head and then down, his thumb stroking the head as a glistening wad of precome bubbled out and rubbed sticky over the tip.
I pulled mine out as well, teasing myself as I watched him and the four workmen, soaking in the action like a dry sponge dropped in a river. Phil wet his palm with his tongue, smearing the spit along his length, then, without looking away, slickened his other hand and slipped its cool length over me. I gasped and shuddered, immediately grasping his own rampant cock and letting him fuck my hand as he watched the men across the room. Alan pulled the ruddy, unshaven face off his dripping cock and pushed Nick to the hard dirt floor. Holding the gristled chin between his hands, Alan shoved Nick roughly against Saul's full cock. The meat was as thick as Alan's but not as long, curving up slightly, the head hard and round and full.
Alan slammed the handsome face against the rank crotch, forcing the cock deeper and deeper into the man's throat, rubbing his nose in the coarse black hair as Nick coughed and gasped. Saul was jutting his hips against the succulent mouth wrapping itself over him to sooth his heat. He flexed his arms and lifted Ted further up on his face, spreading the pale, hairless cheeks. The man hung above his mouth as Saul lay below him his tongue darting out to nick and scrape the rosy, wrinkled hole. Ted shivered and sighed, wriggling frantically as the grizzly, bearded mouth feasted on his hole, digging up into him, stabbing him with the sharp tip. Alan was watching them closely while pounding Nick's mouth against Saul's matted, dense ballsac, the tongue lapping through the hairs like a starved dog. Alan hauled Nick to the other side of the men, pressing his head into the dirt and raising his dark, wooly ass high and open. Ted dove into the parted globes, his blond mustache raking through the dense grove, his red hair bobbing as he squirmed and swigged the tart, spicy flavor.
Alan stood and flexed, his hand pumping his engorged organ, pulling the densely veined flesh harshly. He straddled his legs, watching as these rugged men took from their buddies what they wanted with a passion they rarely showed to their wives. Without a word, Phil was between my legs, opening my pants and pulling them down around my ankles as he turned me sideways, his eyes not losing sight of the other men. Holding my balls tight in his fist, he pointed my cock straight up to his mouth and swallowed it down in one long, moist stroke sending stars to my eyes.
Alan knelt between Saul's spread thighs smoothing the spit and drool Nick had saturated the lush bush. Saul raised his legs eagerly, urgently, folding his body against the harsh fingers, relaxing his sphincter then clamping it down as one then two fingers were immersed into the vibrating layers of muscle. Ted lifted his soaked face from Nick's ass almost as though commanded, lifting away from Saul's probing tongue. Taking the round, burnished hips in his hands he positioned the hole under his cock. He pressed forward and Nick shouted, his face tense and flaming, gritting his teeth and digging his fingers deep into the earth.
Ted didn't care, plunging deeper, burying the hilt into the resisting flesh. His body rammed against the gingery buttocks, quivering with the power released on him, driving the greek's face into the dirt.
Alan sidled between the Saul's shaggy thighs tapping the head of his cock against the brown hole. Saul wailed as the blond forced his massive, swollen cock up between the hard thighs. Saul's voice was muffled as he raised his face to clamp onto the pale, pounding globes of Ted's heaving ass.
Alan lifted the crushing legs over his shoulders like beams of wood, gouging deeper with every powerful jab, sinking his meat down to slap his balls loudly against Saul's furry crack. Phil had worked several fingers deep up my tender ass, taunting me, teasing me open. Snapping around, he stood himself behind me and spit into his hand, rubbing the glistening wad into my near virgin hole and positioning himself at the lips. Luckily, I was warmed up by his fingers and the sight of the other men that the pain was swift and fleeting and quickly replaced by a throb and ache at the base of my cock.
Dust flew around us as our dark, brawny bodies flew against each other in heat. Phil's breath was hot on my neck, the open fly rasping against my naked ass, our heavy belts banging as we quickened our strokes to match the others. Like Phil and I, they were like beasts, mindless in their lust, soaked in their desires, coated with dust and grime.
Out salty, pungent scent filled the overheated air and lay sticky on my tongue. Our voices -- grunts and cries and moans -- boomed like thunder raining into stale air from their lips. We couldn't stop no matter who heard or saw, hammering body against body, drowning in our lust. Saul gripped his tough, bloated cock and twisted it, shooting pain into his erotic fervor as Alan pistoned his sleek cock through him. His come spurted in drooling, viscous streams into the matted, filthy hair on his chest, load after load coating him in a deep, milky puddle. Alan pulled out with a sucking pop, tossing his head back as his jism spewed across Saul, laying in syrupy strands on his beard, dripping in globs down his lips.
Ted began wailing and sat back in the slippery pool of come coating Saul's broad torso, his sperm gushing from his cock like blood pumped from an open artery, slapping Nick's face as the man turned, landing like buckets of water across his outstretched tongue.
Nick's hand was a blur as it whipped his blistering red cock, jolt after jolt of white hot come wrenched from his body, flying into the stagnant air and blanketing the other three men with a stinging, starchy film.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, shoot that come out there! Yeah, come on, fucking shoot all over, man!" Phil shouted in my ear as he watched the lengths of ropy spunk spew through the air. My body emptied out as Phil pulled away, his strong hand pressing my body to lean forward until I felt the cool, damp stream of jism splash over my exposed ass, tickling as it began to trickle down my sweaty, hairy crack.
My dick exploded, blinding me, splattering puddles forced like hot lead from my tight balls, my throat soar from groans and bellows as my body heaved out the last of its explosion and leaned quivering back on Phil who held me upright until my legs worked again.
We fell together in exhaustion, minds whirling with the thrill of what we had done, unembarrassed but unable to speak. Touching them was like touching idols, and their welcoming grasp filled me with a rush that lifted my soar cock again. We lay together on the floor, licking up the spent come as it grew tight and sticky on their faces and chests. Phil was there, too, twisting and grappling playfully with Saul.
Taking my hand, he pulled me over to him, laying me down and lightly playing with my body as though he had never seen one like it before. He smiled, relaxing with the other men, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something. But he just smiled. What's to say?
Phil pulled me into a dark corner, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling in the center of the room. We waited in silence, my mind racing with the idea that Phil had brought me down to seduce me, standing side by side in silence as he watched not me, but the far door. When I began to speak, he quieted me, and a few moments later, the door opened.
There was a grunt and the door opened. Saul entered as though walking onto a stage, a long beam resting over one shoulder. His jet black hair was matted along the edges of his face by sweat, his beard glistening. His dark brown eyes didn't turn us in the shadows. Saul went about his business, measuring and marking the timber.
A second man entered, Ted, another beam across his brawny shoulders. His red hair was darker where wet and his overalls clung to his naked chest redefining the outline of his hairless, hulking torso. His tongue licked the salt from his blond mustache as he rested the board by the first.
Two other workmen entered together, hammers, nails and tools dangling from their belts. The shorter, stocky one, Nick, black curly hair framing his ruddy face, stepped away from the others and stretched. The smooth, thinner blond, Alan, yawned as well, resting against the wall.
The bull stood from his work and stretched, arranging his crotch as he walked to the back wall. There was a dull rasp as he turned profile, reaching deep inside his fly to haul out his gnarled cock. He held it a moment in the light fondling it before he stood straighter and let loose a steaming stream of piss. The murky yellow liquid splash against the bricks and trickled down, the room suddenly heady with the sour aroma. The other men sought out their cocks instinctively as they watched Saul, their movements outlining their swelling thicknesses.
Nick was the first to open his fly, snapping away the buttons to his dingy jeans and taking his meat into his palm. His fingers slipped tenderly along the length, drawing the foreskin back to expose the dark violet head.
Ted smiled at the olive-skinned man, his own long, tender pink cock wrapped in his calloused, stained hand. Wisping tufts of red- blond hair curled like mist from the opening of his pants as he manipulated himself. His other hand reached to bend the tough skin of his chest, twisting a nipple tightly under his thumb. Saul turned and stared wide-eyed at the two men, then grinned, his own cock rising in his hand. The three sets of eyes turned simultaneously to Alan, the ruddy blond who still had not opened his pants. Slowly, the zipper was lowered and his hand disappeared, hauling with it a thick, blunt staff, veins ropy and bloated under the white skin.
The three gawked at the man's size. Alan smirked, having seen that look from everyone who glanced down at him naked. With carefully calculated steps, he sauntered to the crouching Nick, waving the rigid prick before his open mouth. Nick's face went blank, eyes turning up into Alan's leering face. The blond bent forward and slid the tip along Nick's full, pouting lips, a glistening streak of precome oozing in a string when he pulled away.
Phil let loose a breath against my ear, his eyes focused full on the men. They could and probably did see us from where they were, but for some reason, they didn't care. Glancing down, I saw Phil's fingers wedged over a pulsing lump beneath his dark blue pants, his hips pressing up against his palm. I couldn't help but imitate his movements, my own cock hard and cramped in my loose pants. But I wasn't going any further until he did.
Nick let himself go and took Alan's firm thighs in his hand, pulling the cock to his mouth, closing his eyes and swallowing just the tip. Alan's grimaces told them that Nick was inexperienced, that his teeth were rasping the tender flesh.
Nick opened wider, taking more, his lips tightening over his teeth. Alan sighed, letting his head roll back as he guided more of the salty meat down the eager throat. His hand wrapped Nick's glossy curls as he began to push himself deeper, grinding his hips, jabbing more with each thrust.
Saul came up behind the husky blond, unbutton his shirt and loosening his pants until he was naked. Alan let his body rest back on the massive bulk of the dark-haired man, Saul's hands rolling over the pale flesh, squeezing and punching the muscles roughly.
Ted ripped his overalls away and entered the trio wearing only his thick socks and boots. He undressed Saul, tearing away the clothes and filling his mouth with the dark hair and hard muscles underneath.
Saul grunted and pulled the man down on him, holding and lifting his hips until the long pink cock hovered over his open mouth. The huge man wrapped his hands around Ted's tense, round ass and thrust it deep down his throat, gagging and slurping as he forced the meat deeper into him.
Phil didn't speak, his eyes glued to the action before us, but his body was in constant motion. His fingers slipped down and opened his pants, the light barely catching on the thick, firm lump of flesh he drew out. He stroked it evenly, slowly, pulling the loose flesh up toward the head and then down, his thumb stroking the head as a glistening wad of precome bubbled out and rubbed sticky over the tip.
I pulled mine out as well, teasing myself as I watched him and the four workmen, soaking in the action like a dry sponge dropped in a river. Phil wet his palm with his tongue, smearing the spit along his length, then, without looking away, slickened his other hand and slipped its cool length over me. I gasped and shuddered, immediately grasping his own rampant cock and letting him fuck my hand as he watched the men across the room. Alan pulled the ruddy, unshaven face off his dripping cock and pushed Nick to the hard dirt floor. Holding the gristled chin between his hands, Alan shoved Nick roughly against Saul's full cock. The meat was as thick as Alan's but not as long, curving up slightly, the head hard and round and full.
Alan slammed the handsome face against the rank crotch, forcing the cock deeper and deeper into the man's throat, rubbing his nose in the coarse black hair as Nick coughed and gasped. Saul was jutting his hips against the succulent mouth wrapping itself over him to sooth his heat. He flexed his arms and lifted Ted further up on his face, spreading the pale, hairless cheeks. The man hung above his mouth as Saul lay below him his tongue darting out to nick and scrape the rosy, wrinkled hole. Ted shivered and sighed, wriggling frantically as the grizzly, bearded mouth feasted on his hole, digging up into him, stabbing him with the sharp tip. Alan was watching them closely while pounding Nick's mouth against Saul's matted, dense ballsac, the tongue lapping through the hairs like a starved dog. Alan hauled Nick to the other side of the men, pressing his head into the dirt and raising his dark, wooly ass high and open. Ted dove into the parted globes, his blond mustache raking through the dense grove, his red hair bobbing as he squirmed and swigged the tart, spicy flavor.
Alan stood and flexed, his hand pumping his engorged organ, pulling the densely veined flesh harshly. He straddled his legs, watching as these rugged men took from their buddies what they wanted with a passion they rarely showed to their wives. Without a word, Phil was between my legs, opening my pants and pulling them down around my ankles as he turned me sideways, his eyes not losing sight of the other men. Holding my balls tight in his fist, he pointed my cock straight up to his mouth and swallowed it down in one long, moist stroke sending stars to my eyes.
Alan knelt between Saul's spread thighs smoothing the spit and drool Nick had saturated the lush bush. Saul raised his legs eagerly, urgently, folding his body against the harsh fingers, relaxing his sphincter then clamping it down as one then two fingers were immersed into the vibrating layers of muscle. Ted lifted his soaked face from Nick's ass almost as though commanded, lifting away from Saul's probing tongue. Taking the round, burnished hips in his hands he positioned the hole under his cock. He pressed forward and Nick shouted, his face tense and flaming, gritting his teeth and digging his fingers deep into the earth.
Ted didn't care, plunging deeper, burying the hilt into the resisting flesh. His body rammed against the gingery buttocks, quivering with the power released on him, driving the greek's face into the dirt.
Alan sidled between the Saul's shaggy thighs tapping the head of his cock against the brown hole. Saul wailed as the blond forced his massive, swollen cock up between the hard thighs. Saul's voice was muffled as he raised his face to clamp onto the pale, pounding globes of Ted's heaving ass.
Alan lifted the crushing legs over his shoulders like beams of wood, gouging deeper with every powerful jab, sinking his meat down to slap his balls loudly against Saul's furry crack. Phil had worked several fingers deep up my tender ass, taunting me, teasing me open. Snapping around, he stood himself behind me and spit into his hand, rubbing the glistening wad into my near virgin hole and positioning himself at the lips. Luckily, I was warmed up by his fingers and the sight of the other men that the pain was swift and fleeting and quickly replaced by a throb and ache at the base of my cock.
Dust flew around us as our dark, brawny bodies flew against each other in heat. Phil's breath was hot on my neck, the open fly rasping against my naked ass, our heavy belts banging as we quickened our strokes to match the others. Like Phil and I, they were like beasts, mindless in their lust, soaked in their desires, coated with dust and grime.
Out salty, pungent scent filled the overheated air and lay sticky on my tongue. Our voices -- grunts and cries and moans -- boomed like thunder raining into stale air from their lips. We couldn't stop no matter who heard or saw, hammering body against body, drowning in our lust. Saul gripped his tough, bloated cock and twisted it, shooting pain into his erotic fervor as Alan pistoned his sleek cock through him. His come spurted in drooling, viscous streams into the matted, filthy hair on his chest, load after load coating him in a deep, milky puddle. Alan pulled out with a sucking pop, tossing his head back as his jism spewed across Saul, laying in syrupy strands on his beard, dripping in globs down his lips.
Ted began wailing and sat back in the slippery pool of come coating Saul's broad torso, his sperm gushing from his cock like blood pumped from an open artery, slapping Nick's face as the man turned, landing like buckets of water across his outstretched tongue.
Nick's hand was a blur as it whipped his blistering red cock, jolt after jolt of white hot come wrenched from his body, flying into the stagnant air and blanketing the other three men with a stinging, starchy film.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, shoot that come out there! Yeah, come on, fucking shoot all over, man!" Phil shouted in my ear as he watched the lengths of ropy spunk spew through the air. My body emptied out as Phil pulled away, his strong hand pressing my body to lean forward until I felt the cool, damp stream of jism splash over my exposed ass, tickling as it began to trickle down my sweaty, hairy crack.
My dick exploded, blinding me, splattering puddles forced like hot lead from my tight balls, my throat soar from groans and bellows as my body heaved out the last of its explosion and leaned quivering back on Phil who held me upright until my legs worked again.
We fell together in exhaustion, minds whirling with the thrill of what we had done, unembarrassed but unable to speak. Touching them was like touching idols, and their welcoming grasp filled me with a rush that lifted my soar cock again. We lay together on the floor, licking up the spent come as it grew tight and sticky on their faces and chests. Phil was there, too, twisting and grappling playfully with Saul.
Taking my hand, he pulled me over to him, laying me down and lightly playing with my body as though he had never seen one like it before. He smiled, relaxing with the other men, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something. But he just smiled. What's to say?
