The blasting sound of a jackhammer startled me from my sleep. I covered my ears with the pillow but it did no good. Then I remembered the notice posted about repairs from the gas company. Silently, I cursed them.
It was impossible to go back to sleep. To add insult to injury, it was my day off. But I got up and got dressed, remembering that I had some errands to run.
Outside I saw the cause of the disturbance. A fat man with a jackhammer was hard at work alongside another man wearing a yellow hard hat and using a shovel. He was a real hunk.
I went about my business, staying away until I figured they'd be done and it would be possible to return to some peace and quiet. But I kept thinking about the hunk, and fantasizing about what it would be like to blow him below street level in a manhole. As luck had it, when I returned home I noticed that the hunk was working alone and the trench in the alley beside the building was filled in with dirt.
I stopped and checked out the hunk. He appeared to be around thirty. Wisps of brown hair poked out below the hard hat and he had the most beautiful brown eyes. But the thing that really turned me on was the fact that he was dressed like a workingman, with an orange safety vest over his quilted tan jacket.
"About finished?" I asked.
"Yup," he replied, scratching his crotch.
"Looks like your help is all gone."
"Ben left early."
"Must be the boss."
"Yeah, and my future father-in-law."
"Oh?"
"Gonna marry his daughter pretty soon."
"Congratulations," I said, a sinking feeling settling in my gut.
He smiled, flashing his thick luscious lips and bright straight teeth. "Uh, you wouldn't know where I could take a leak around here?"
"I live upstairs. You could use my john."
"Thanks. By the way, I'm Sam."
"Bill . . . nice to meet you."
All I could think about was his meat when Sam got into the elevator with me and rode to the top floor. The thought also crossed my mind that I'd have just peed in the alley if I'd been him. But once we were inside my apartment, I showed Sam the toilet.
Since he didn't close the door I watched him take a piss, listening to the steady stream hit the bowl. Before long, Sam turned sideways, giving me a terrific view of his fat tube of flesh and its bulbous head. Then he shook it in my direction.
Nervous and excited by the sight, I lewdly licked my lips. Not only did Sam flash his ivories, but he also started to stroke his meat. Then my cock began to stir and it literally drooled pre-cum.
"Bonnie won't put out till we're married," Sam confided. "I get so horny, especially after finishing work, I'd do anything to get laid."
My eyes almost popped out as I watched the workingman work his cock. It was long and thick and turned a reddish-purplish shade when he jerked it. Hell, I almost shot my wad just watching!
But Sam just stood there manipulating his prick, waiting for me to make a move. Rallying my nerve, I unzipped my fly and freed my boner. Then, eyeballing each other, we began to stroke our pricks.
Mine was about as big as his but not quite as thick. Sam's shaft had a network of bulging veins and the crown was like a big mushroom. But once he noticed me staring at it, he stopped jacking off and stood there with his cock throbbing. Naturally I gravitated toward him and grasped his fleshy ramrod.
"Beat it. Beat my meat," he hissed.
While I squeezed my own cock, I clutched Sam's shaft and tugged on it, moving the loose skin over the corona. His cock was drooling from its large piss slit, tempting me to drop to my knees and give it some suck. But not one to like strictly one-way action, I took his callused hand and placed it on my stiffer.
When Sam tugged on my cock, I started breathing heavy and sweating. It was only because I wanted to see him blast first that I held back my orgasm. But knowing I couldn't hold off too long, I stroked his big cock faster and faster.
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna fucking shoot!" Sam shouted as his cock suddenly spurted one volley of creamy jizz followed by another and another.
"You shoot a mean load," I said.
Seeing his big cock squirt his ball juice took me over the edge. When he fisted my prick some more, it rained hot cum all over the floor. Then my cock went soft but Sam's didn't.
"I'm still horny' he complained. Sometimes I jack-off two or three times a day."
Now that was my kind of man. "I'd like to take a swing on that big thing," I told him, eager to fulfill my fantasy about sucking off a real construction worker.
"Go ahead. Do it," Sam countered with his blessing.
I decided to pull out all the stops with this horny worker. Stripped naked so he could see my smooth, muscular body, I told him to take down his pants. After Sam had unbuckled and slid his jeans and white cotton briefs down his thighs, I sort of seated him on the throne and got his pants down around his scuffed work boots. It was a sight to behold. But what surprised me was the amount of fur on his body; his torso and legs were covered with thick swirls of brown hair.
Kneeling between his legs, I held his swollen love organ and marveled at its beauty. To make things more interesting, I started out slow, swirling my tongue over the cockhead. Then I licked down the shaft and lapped at the exposed skin.
"Oh Jesus, that feels good," Sam moaned.
I gripped his fat prick and kissed his hefty, hairy, cum-laden balls.
"Yeah, lick my nuts," he added as I licked and sucked on his balls, getting both of them into my mouth at the same time.
"Get on my dick and suck it!"
Spitting out his balls, I gobbled up his fat cock and swallowed it down to the balls. By then Sam had scooted to the edge of the toilet seat, his strong hands clasping my head. "Eat it. Eat my big fucking dick," he cried, proceeding to pump several thick inches of meat down my throat.
I held onto his hairy thighs. But my own cock demanded attention. So I used one hand to squeeze it.
"Yeah. Jerk your prick while you suck me off. That's fucking hot," Sam exclaimed.
By that time he was a mass of sweaty, musky-smelling, pent-up sex energy. Reaching down to tweak my nipples, he fed me his dick while I continued to pull my prick. Spit drooled down his shaft and wet his balls. Then they slapped against my chin, making a squishing sound.
"Oh shit. Fuck, I'm cumming!" Sam hollered as his giant cock plunged down my throat and unloaded.
Taking my mouth off his cock, I kissed its tip. It tasted like an indescribably delicious ambrosia. But the most unbelievable part of all was that his cock didn't go soft even after I'd blown him!
All of a sudden Sam's fingers rubbed across my butt. The next thing I knew his fuck-finger had lodged in my crack, causing me to forget all about jacking myself off.
It had been a while since I'd been buggered. But I decided to see how turned on I could really get him. Still on my hands and knees, I wagged my tail end. Then I reached back and spread my buttcheeks.
"It's yours to fuck if you want," I offered.
"Yeah, I wanna sample a piece of that," he growled.
I quickly got a condom out of the cabinet and watched while the workingman in the yellow hard hat slid the latex over his engorged cock. Back down on all fours, I looked over my shoulder. Then he leaned over and slapped my buttcheeks with his hard cock.
"You're really asking for it," Sam snorted. "And you're gonna get it .. . . right in the backdoor!"
"Do it to me," I begged.
After Sam got down on the tile floor and mounted me, I felt a glob of spit splatter across my butthole. The broad head of his cock pressed against my pucker. Then I backed up on his shaft and it seared my steamy slit.
"Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick," I yelped.
It felt like heaven when that huge fuckstick poked deep into my guts. Holding onto my waist, Sam rammed my hole like a madman. Then he lifted me up on my haunches and shoved it in all the way, leaving his meat there to simmer for a few seconds.
"You've got a hot hole. . . tight fucking ass," Sam gasped.
"Screw it good and hard!" T cradled my face in my hand-is and kept my butt propped up in the air while he ravaged it. Then I felt his cock completely stuff my asshole and an odd thing happened.
"Oh my God, I'm cumming!" I shrieked.
Damn! I hadn't even touched my cock. Just the continuous battering against my prostate had gotten me off! Big gobs of creamy cum flew out of my piss hole. Then my asshole spasmed around his cock.
"Me, too," Sam shouted. "I'm gonna fucking shoot off too!"
Sam pulled his fiery rod out of my butthole and snapped off the condom. All at once I felt hot cum-drops splatter my buns and drip down my thighs. Then the workingman gave a sigh and sat back down on the stool.
Straddling his hairy thighs, I unbuttoned his red flannel shirt and buried my face in his mat of chest hair. Underneath the thick fur were solid slabs of muscle which came from hard work. But his nipples were unusually small. They grew larger, though, when I sucked and tweaked them for a while.
It wasn't long before I felt his hot poker rubbing against my smooth asscheeks. After I grabbed another condom and sheathed his prick, I took a few slides on the latex-covered crown to moisten it. Then, lifting up, I impaled my butt on his cock.
"What a hot fucking ass," he moaned.
His beard stubble was like sandpaper but I licked it anyway. What I wanted was to kiss him. But Sam turned his head away so I settled for sucking on his chin.
"Yeah," he growled. "I'm fucking your tight ass!"
His cock got hard as iron, causing my asshole to burn like it was on fire. Then, to add to my delicious agony, he pinched my nipples.
"Twist them hard. Be rough," I cried. "Oh, yeah, I like that."
Waves of electricity coursed through my body as I kept humping his cock. Before long, Sam was breathing real heavy. Then a lusty growl rumbled in his throat: "Here it comes! I'm cumming up your ass. Aw fuck!"
Despite the rubber, I felt his hot cum burn in my bowels. My own cock was stiff from the friction of rubbing against his hairy belly while he poked me. So while he stayed seated on the commode, I jacked off in his face.
When Sam pulled the condom off his cock, lots of milky-white jizz dripped down his meaty pecker. Reaching between his legs, he worked his still-hard tool while he watched me do the same. Then it was time for Round Three to begin.
My body was weak, my legs wobbly after getting fucked my him. But I lay down on the tiles, feeling sticky cum on my back. I wanted to be the bottom, dominated by this macho man and it didn't take long for Sam to get the idea--crawling on top of me and jacking off right in my face.
"What a big fucking dick!1 What big balls! They're so loaded with jism," I raved.
My cock was still hard but I was more excited by the prospect of seeing his big cock blow than by getting my own rocks off. "Beat it just for me. Oh Sam, you're such a stud. All man. The horniest I've seen in ages. Keep flogging your log. Choke that chicken," I ranted.
I had a bird's-eye view of his massive prick and its bulging veins. The cockhead blushed, then turned purplish as he rolled his long foreskin over it. Getting closer and closer to blast-off, Sam started sweating like a pig.
"Do it, stud. Shoot your big load for me. Shoot it all over my face," I encouraged.
Evidently, my wish was his command. Before long, gobs and gobs of fiery fuckjuice splattered all over my face, temporarily blinding me. When I wiped the cum out of my eyes, all I could see was Sam's massive cock gradually going soft.
Satisfied at long last, the workingman in the yellow hard hat hoisted his jeans and tucked in his shirt. A big, shit-eating grin spread across his face. But he didn't say a word, just left like a cowboy riding off into the sunset.
It was impossible to go back to sleep. To add insult to injury, it was my day off. But I got up and got dressed, remembering that I had some errands to run.
Outside I saw the cause of the disturbance. A fat man with a jackhammer was hard at work alongside another man wearing a yellow hard hat and using a shovel. He was a real hunk.
I went about my business, staying away until I figured they'd be done and it would be possible to return to some peace and quiet. But I kept thinking about the hunk, and fantasizing about what it would be like to blow him below street level in a manhole. As luck had it, when I returned home I noticed that the hunk was working alone and the trench in the alley beside the building was filled in with dirt.
I stopped and checked out the hunk. He appeared to be around thirty. Wisps of brown hair poked out below the hard hat and he had the most beautiful brown eyes. But the thing that really turned me on was the fact that he was dressed like a workingman, with an orange safety vest over his quilted tan jacket.
"About finished?" I asked.
"Yup," he replied, scratching his crotch.
"Looks like your help is all gone."
"Ben left early."
"Must be the boss."
"Yeah, and my future father-in-law."
"Oh?"
"Gonna marry his daughter pretty soon."
"Congratulations," I said, a sinking feeling settling in my gut.
He smiled, flashing his thick luscious lips and bright straight teeth. "Uh, you wouldn't know where I could take a leak around here?"
"I live upstairs. You could use my john."
"Thanks. By the way, I'm Sam."
"Bill . . . nice to meet you."
All I could think about was his meat when Sam got into the elevator with me and rode to the top floor. The thought also crossed my mind that I'd have just peed in the alley if I'd been him. But once we were inside my apartment, I showed Sam the toilet.
Since he didn't close the door I watched him take a piss, listening to the steady stream hit the bowl. Before long, Sam turned sideways, giving me a terrific view of his fat tube of flesh and its bulbous head. Then he shook it in my direction.
Nervous and excited by the sight, I lewdly licked my lips. Not only did Sam flash his ivories, but he also started to stroke his meat. Then my cock began to stir and it literally drooled pre-cum.
"Bonnie won't put out till we're married," Sam confided. "I get so horny, especially after finishing work, I'd do anything to get laid."
My eyes almost popped out as I watched the workingman work his cock. It was long and thick and turned a reddish-purplish shade when he jerked it. Hell, I almost shot my wad just watching!
But Sam just stood there manipulating his prick, waiting for me to make a move. Rallying my nerve, I unzipped my fly and freed my boner. Then, eyeballing each other, we began to stroke our pricks.
Mine was about as big as his but not quite as thick. Sam's shaft had a network of bulging veins and the crown was like a big mushroom. But once he noticed me staring at it, he stopped jacking off and stood there with his cock throbbing. Naturally I gravitated toward him and grasped his fleshy ramrod.
"Beat it. Beat my meat," he hissed.
While I squeezed my own cock, I clutched Sam's shaft and tugged on it, moving the loose skin over the corona. His cock was drooling from its large piss slit, tempting me to drop to my knees and give it some suck. But not one to like strictly one-way action, I took his callused hand and placed it on my stiffer.
When Sam tugged on my cock, I started breathing heavy and sweating. It was only because I wanted to see him blast first that I held back my orgasm. But knowing I couldn't hold off too long, I stroked his big cock faster and faster.
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna fucking shoot!" Sam shouted as his cock suddenly spurted one volley of creamy jizz followed by another and another.
"You shoot a mean load," I said.
Seeing his big cock squirt his ball juice took me over the edge. When he fisted my prick some more, it rained hot cum all over the floor. Then my cock went soft but Sam's didn't.
"I'm still horny' he complained. Sometimes I jack-off two or three times a day."
Now that was my kind of man. "I'd like to take a swing on that big thing," I told him, eager to fulfill my fantasy about sucking off a real construction worker.
"Go ahead. Do it," Sam countered with his blessing.
I decided to pull out all the stops with this horny worker. Stripped naked so he could see my smooth, muscular body, I told him to take down his pants. After Sam had unbuckled and slid his jeans and white cotton briefs down his thighs, I sort of seated him on the throne and got his pants down around his scuffed work boots. It was a sight to behold. But what surprised me was the amount of fur on his body; his torso and legs were covered with thick swirls of brown hair.
Kneeling between his legs, I held his swollen love organ and marveled at its beauty. To make things more interesting, I started out slow, swirling my tongue over the cockhead. Then I licked down the shaft and lapped at the exposed skin.
"Oh Jesus, that feels good," Sam moaned.
I gripped his fat prick and kissed his hefty, hairy, cum-laden balls.
"Yeah, lick my nuts," he added as I licked and sucked on his balls, getting both of them into my mouth at the same time.
"Get on my dick and suck it!"
Spitting out his balls, I gobbled up his fat cock and swallowed it down to the balls. By then Sam had scooted to the edge of the toilet seat, his strong hands clasping my head. "Eat it. Eat my big fucking dick," he cried, proceeding to pump several thick inches of meat down my throat.
I held onto his hairy thighs. But my own cock demanded attention. So I used one hand to squeeze it.
"Yeah. Jerk your prick while you suck me off. That's fucking hot," Sam exclaimed.
By that time he was a mass of sweaty, musky-smelling, pent-up sex energy. Reaching down to tweak my nipples, he fed me his dick while I continued to pull my prick. Spit drooled down his shaft and wet his balls. Then they slapped against my chin, making a squishing sound.
"Oh shit. Fuck, I'm cumming!" Sam hollered as his giant cock plunged down my throat and unloaded.
Taking my mouth off his cock, I kissed its tip. It tasted like an indescribably delicious ambrosia. But the most unbelievable part of all was that his cock didn't go soft even after I'd blown him!
All of a sudden Sam's fingers rubbed across my butt. The next thing I knew his fuck-finger had lodged in my crack, causing me to forget all about jacking myself off.
It had been a while since I'd been buggered. But I decided to see how turned on I could really get him. Still on my hands and knees, I wagged my tail end. Then I reached back and spread my buttcheeks.
"It's yours to fuck if you want," I offered.
"Yeah, I wanna sample a piece of that," he growled.
I quickly got a condom out of the cabinet and watched while the workingman in the yellow hard hat slid the latex over his engorged cock. Back down on all fours, I looked over my shoulder. Then he leaned over and slapped my buttcheeks with his hard cock.
"You're really asking for it," Sam snorted. "And you're gonna get it .. . . right in the backdoor!"
"Do it to me," I begged.
After Sam got down on the tile floor and mounted me, I felt a glob of spit splatter across my butthole. The broad head of his cock pressed against my pucker. Then I backed up on his shaft and it seared my steamy slit.
"Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick," I yelped.
It felt like heaven when that huge fuckstick poked deep into my guts. Holding onto my waist, Sam rammed my hole like a madman. Then he lifted me up on my haunches and shoved it in all the way, leaving his meat there to simmer for a few seconds.
"You've got a hot hole. . . tight fucking ass," Sam gasped.
"Screw it good and hard!" T cradled my face in my hand-is and kept my butt propped up in the air while he ravaged it. Then I felt his cock completely stuff my asshole and an odd thing happened.
"Oh my God, I'm cumming!" I shrieked.
Damn! I hadn't even touched my cock. Just the continuous battering against my prostate had gotten me off! Big gobs of creamy cum flew out of my piss hole. Then my asshole spasmed around his cock.
"Me, too," Sam shouted. "I'm gonna fucking shoot off too!"
Sam pulled his fiery rod out of my butthole and snapped off the condom. All at once I felt hot cum-drops splatter my buns and drip down my thighs. Then the workingman gave a sigh and sat back down on the stool.
Straddling his hairy thighs, I unbuttoned his red flannel shirt and buried my face in his mat of chest hair. Underneath the thick fur were solid slabs of muscle which came from hard work. But his nipples were unusually small. They grew larger, though, when I sucked and tweaked them for a while.
It wasn't long before I felt his hot poker rubbing against my smooth asscheeks. After I grabbed another condom and sheathed his prick, I took a few slides on the latex-covered crown to moisten it. Then, lifting up, I impaled my butt on his cock.
"What a hot fucking ass," he moaned.
His beard stubble was like sandpaper but I licked it anyway. What I wanted was to kiss him. But Sam turned his head away so I settled for sucking on his chin.
"Yeah," he growled. "I'm fucking your tight ass!"
His cock got hard as iron, causing my asshole to burn like it was on fire. Then, to add to my delicious agony, he pinched my nipples.
"Twist them hard. Be rough," I cried. "Oh, yeah, I like that."
Waves of electricity coursed through my body as I kept humping his cock. Before long, Sam was breathing real heavy. Then a lusty growl rumbled in his throat: "Here it comes! I'm cumming up your ass. Aw fuck!"
Despite the rubber, I felt his hot cum burn in my bowels. My own cock was stiff from the friction of rubbing against his hairy belly while he poked me. So while he stayed seated on the commode, I jacked off in his face.
When Sam pulled the condom off his cock, lots of milky-white jizz dripped down his meaty pecker. Reaching between his legs, he worked his still-hard tool while he watched me do the same. Then it was time for Round Three to begin.
My body was weak, my legs wobbly after getting fucked my him. But I lay down on the tiles, feeling sticky cum on my back. I wanted to be the bottom, dominated by this macho man and it didn't take long for Sam to get the idea--crawling on top of me and jacking off right in my face.
"What a big fucking dick!1 What big balls! They're so loaded with jism," I raved.
My cock was still hard but I was more excited by the prospect of seeing his big cock blow than by getting my own rocks off. "Beat it just for me. Oh Sam, you're such a stud. All man. The horniest I've seen in ages. Keep flogging your log. Choke that chicken," I ranted.
I had a bird's-eye view of his massive prick and its bulging veins. The cockhead blushed, then turned purplish as he rolled his long foreskin over it. Getting closer and closer to blast-off, Sam started sweating like a pig.
"Do it, stud. Shoot your big load for me. Shoot it all over my face," I encouraged.
Evidently, my wish was his command. Before long, gobs and gobs of fiery fuckjuice splattered all over my face, temporarily blinding me. When I wiped the cum out of my eyes, all I could see was Sam's massive cock gradually going soft.
Satisfied at long last, the workingman in the yellow hard hat hoisted his jeans and tucked in his shirt. A big, shit-eating grin spread across his face. But he didn't say a word, just left like a cowboy riding off into the sunset.
