Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 22:28:48 -0700
From: A J <bigfanofhairydads@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing up in the south Part 3

Quick story for tonight  Let's call this part three, and I'll do part two
later

(I think about all the stuff that I could write about that time, and I
believe yall would think I was embellishing or playing up to stereotypes or
just trying to get you hard,  I'll leave it out, but I was definitely from
the country)

My dad worked in construction and took me to the jobsite whenever I wasn't
in school. My mom, well, she enjoyed having the house to herself.

  I got to work around all of these older furry, beer bellied construction
workers about every day during the summer. You have no idea how this made
me.  I loved (other than the hard work) going to work just because of who I
would see.  Sometimes I would take a drill or screwdriver and make holes in
the outhouses so I could look through while they were peeing .  I'd wait
until one of the ones I wanted to see   (In retrospect, I realize they must
have known what I was doing.)

My first day on the job, someone said jokingly to try to scare me, "Don't
go up to Harvey, he'll try to touch you or make you touch his dick."
Well I went up to Harvey, no such thing happened.  But other things sure
did in my years to come.

I did however get to ride in the middle of some of the guys when we went
off to lunch.  I always had my shirt off, as did they because of the
humidity.  I'd wrestle around with them and when we weren't goofing off,
I'd put my legs right up next to theirs to feel their hair on my legs.  It
was freaking fantastic.

One time I was goofing off in the woods behind a building we were working
on.  I have no idea why I was back there, but I do know that one of the
bearded guys with a farmers tan like you wouldn't believe decided that he'd
go to the woods, number 2 (not into that at all, so let's not talk about
it), and then play with himself.  I was entranced by watching him pull his
jeans down to his ankles, and see his big dick right out in the open. It
was big to me, and he hung very low.  I was in a tree trunk or something,
because I know he didn't see me.
He finished and then he just sorta sat there and started playing with his
dick.  He stroked it quite a bit,  I could see the head and his hand around
it hard.  He kept playing with it, and then unfortunately someone started
walking his way, and he put it away and walked back to the jobsite.

I still jerk off to that.

I really wanted to play, but I wanted them to initiate something so it
wouldn't be my "fault", so I would not have to worry about what we did, but
could jerk off about it as much as I want. Oh the things that these big
furry older rednecks did to me in my mind.  I wanted to see their faces
when they came.  I wanted them to be so horny that they just couldn't help
but take me and cum quickly.

I was not like everyone else my age, I knew that, and I know that now.

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