Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 07:32:53 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyemrich1@msn.com>
Subject: Construction Workers 1

Construction Workers, Part 01

Terry

Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@msn.com

I often visited the Adult bookstores and theaters along Telegraph Avenue in
downtown Oakland, California. There was always a variety of, gay. Bi, and
straight men, searching for quick satisfying sex.  Nearly all of the places
had an assortment of glory holes, and someone waiting to either service
your cock, or wanting to be serviced.

One afternoon, as I was making my customary rounds, I spotted a straight
looking hunk going to the back rooms to one of the booths.  It was late
afternoon when most men had just gotten off work, and were looking for a
quick blow job before they went home.  After my eyes became adjusted to the
semi-dark room, I started looking around for this hot guy.

I guessed he must be a construction worker because of the way he was
dressed, in his scruffy work boots, faded blue jeans, held up by a large
belt, a Dockers work shirt and a Raiders ball cap on his head.  He had a
couple days of unshaven beard and had a small dirty blond mustache on his
upper lip. He looked to be about 6 foot 4 inches tall, and weighed a solid
210 pounds of hard solid man.

 I quickly bought a roll of quarters for the movie booths and went to the
back room. He was standing by the movie selection area looking for a good
movie to view.  Immediately, four other men were in pursuit of him. He was
a man's man.  I discovered it was not wise to be too forward to most
straight men. It could be a turn off, so I waited and played it coy.  He
studied the movies quickly and headed towards one of the booths, turned and
glanced back at me and then went inside one of the movie booth, shut and
locked his door.  Before he could even sit down, two hungry fags rushed to
the adjoining booths on each side of him.  "Damn."  I said to myself.  "I
lost that one quickly." but thought I would wait around, hoping he wouldn't
like the movie and move to another booth.  The movie soon stopped. He came
out of the booth, and back to the movies selections where I was still
standing.  Then he spoke to me in his deep masculine voice.

"Fuck. These movies are lousy.  I have better ones at my pad. My name's
Terry.  Here's my address.  Bring over a couple 6 packs of Bud and be there
in about 20 minutes. It'll be worth your time." He said. Then he turned and
left me standing there with my mouth open.

I was stunned but quickly came back to my senses, and left the bookstore. I
went to the liquor store nearby to pick up a 6 pack of beer, hopped in my
car and headed to the address he gave me. I was familiar with the area and
soon found the address.  It was in a low-income housing development, clean
but small apartments. I quickly found his place and anxiously knocked on
his door. I heard a voice say,

 " Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!  Hold your jock shorts.  I'll be right there!"

The door opened and here stood my construction hunk, completely nude except
for a jockstrap.  He motioned for me to come in.  I followed him in thru
the small hallway to his living area.  I observed his firm buttocks framed
in the straps of the jock.  He quickly stripped out of his jockstrap,
flopped down on the couch, adjusted his balls and said to me.

"Well?  Where the fuck is my beer? I need a cold beer right after a day of
hard work.  Pop one open for me cocksucker, then get yourself over here
between your man's legs and enjoy my big cock while I enjoy your cock
sucking mouth on my salami." He said as he shook his large flexible cock at
me.

He had the TV on and was watching his fuck films on the VCR.  This was a
hot looking masculine and demanding stud.  I had experienced this type of
treatment before by the two city motorcycle cops that lived in my
apartment.  I discovered it `turned me on'. I was to do his bidding and
satisfy him without question. It could be dangerous going to a stranger's
apartment, but I had good judgment about my partners. This guy was big and
strong and could probably snap my neck with one twist, but underneath this
hunk, I sensed a gentle man.  A man that needed to be in control, and
pursued sexual pleasure when ever he needed it.

 As I looked around the room, I observed a picture of a woman on one
table. His furniture was anything but feminine.  An overstuffed leather
couch and matching chair filled the small room along with a 17-inch TV, an
end table with a lamp, and a floor lamp in one corner.  It was obvious he
had lived in a larger place before moving here.

 When he came home from work he stripped and his clothes were either on the
floor or on the end of the couch.  He had tossed his sweat stained jockey
shorts on the floor next to his feet, and his dirty socks lying across his
shoes by the other chair. His faded work jeans were over the arm of the
chair and his belt was touching the floor. A couple empty beer cans set on
the floor next to an ashtray with a half smoked cigar.

He had medium length sun streaked blond hair and tattoos on the upper part
of his body. His large muscular shoulders and upper forearms had matching
American eagle heads. . On the back of each hand was a small blue star. I
hadn't noticed any tattoos on his backside, except the bright red lips
tattooed on one of his tight muscular buttocks.  I wasn't much for tattoos
but whoever did the artwork on him did a good job. Some guys look hot with
tattoos and Terry was one of those guys.

The scent of the manly body sweat is often like an aphrodisiac during sex
to many people.  To me, his scent was more like the combination of a
vanilla-almond aroma. Perhaps it was his chemical balance.  I was on the
floor already admiring the perfection of his large uncircumcised cock, and
was kissing it with respect, when he looked down at me and said.

"I knew you were a cock worshiping cocksucker the first time I saw you.
You blew me one time last week in that same bookstore.  It was the best
head I'd ever received and was hoping I'd run across you again.

Okay, buddy.  Show respect to my cock and make me feel good once again.
Start by licking my dick and nuts until I am ready to shoot my first load
of jizz in your fucking cock sucking mouth.  I'm fucking tired of beating
my meat and need to pop my nuts a few times tonight.  Let me enjoy this
fuck film, and sip on this cold beer while you make my prick feel good." He
said as he spread his legs, lifted his nuts and took another sip on his
beer.

I quickly positioned myself comfortably between his legs for a nice long
cock sucking session.  I was his to command and wanted to please this hot
deserving straight stud.  His cock started to become firm almost
immediately as I made love to his manhood.  He was really getting off at my
admiration of his perfect cock.  Nothing pleases me more than to satisfy a
man that enjoys the sensuous manipulation of my tongue and hands.  I
continued to pleasure him while he gave me verbal instructions and
appreciation of my cock sucking.

"Oh yeah, cocksucker.  Lick the sweat off my balls.  Get that tongue
working on my foreskin and lick out the sweet head cheese I have for you,
you lucky bastard.  Get it nice and clean before you suck some more man
juice from that dick.  Yeah! Yeah! That's it. Put that tongue in that piss
slit and make love to my dick. Fucken yeah. Babe. That's what I like.  Oh
shit.  This is gonna be good. " He kept talking to me as I made love to his
firm cock.

As I lovingly lifted his large cock from his big soft hairless balls, it
soon began to harden.  I was excited at the way he talked dirty and
demanding to me.  It's always so much more erotic and motivating when your
partner enjoys your lovemaking.

 I inhaled the musky scent of his balls and the area between his thighs.  I
caressed his balls and gently lapped up his man shaft, directing my tongue
into the opening of his foreskin. He commanded me to clean the `head
cheese' from his cock, but only a small amount of clear salty pre-cum oozed
from his large tulip shaped cock head.  A light odor and taste of his
smegma was present, but it was not unpleasant at all.  As I searched under
his hooded foreskin, his dick began to harden and continued to expand until
it was at least 10 to 11 inches of man cock.

I was in cock sucker's heaven giving head and tasting this man's pulsating
organ.  He was moaning because of the happiness I was giving him, yet his
continuous verbal talk kept pleading for more pleasure.

"Oh my god.  What a fantastic cocksucker.  Keep going!  Keep going!  I am
about to cum.  Suck it man. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.  Just keep doing it that way.
My god, what a feeling! Fucken yeah!"  Terry said

 Even though I didn't want him to cum yet, it was evident that I had him on
the edge of sexual ecstasy. We both knew he was going to burst forth the
fortified man sperm stored in his scrotum. He was yearning to be released.

"Oh you're gonna get that load, babe. Oooohhhh. I need to shoot my load!
Suck the juices from my prick. Drain my nuts.  Oooohhhh baby. Make your man
cum. Make me cum now.  I love it.  Ohhh yeah. Unn, unn, unn. Don't
stop. Take my cum, cocksucker! Ohhhhh!" Terry kept saying.

 His breathing became more erratic, his body started to tremble with the
knowing of the coming pleasure he was about to receive.  Then he yelled out
with the primeval sounds of enjoyment as he ejaculated into my welcome and
encouraging mouth.

"Aaaawww fuck! Aaaawwww fuck. Take it! Take it! I can't hold off any
longer. Drain my balls. Aaaaawwwww shit. Aaaawwwww." He yelled out.

Streams of sperm spewed forth from his cock and into my mouth as he gasped
with quick, uncontrollable jerks and spasms of his body.  I swallowed
quickly so I would not choke on the gobs of man cum he was expelling. I
savored the taste of most men's cum, and this one was no exception.  I
swirled the sweet liquids of his orgasm around in my mouth to taste his
love juices before each swallow.  It was delightful to my taste. Sweat ran
from every pore of his body.

 It was awesome, as seemingly, pints of cum shot from his balls, up his
shaft, to be released from the large tulip shaped cock head, out of the
large piss slit and into my mouth. As I encircled his cock with my hand and
lips, I could feel the muscles pulsating during his ejaculations.  I had
never had a man cum so much for me in one session.  I didn't exactly count
the shots of cum from his body, but it must have been 7 or 8 big ones,
before he subsided. Not once did I move away from his orgasmic release even
though some of his love juices overflowed from my mouth, I eventually
lapped every drop of his precious cum into my mouth and down my gullet.

I removed my t-shirt and meticulously dried the remaining moisture and
sweat from Terry's balls and action area. I was careful not to disturb the
sensitive area around his cock head that was now slowly withdrawing into
his foreskin. It had a good workout, and was still sensitive to the touch.
Terry's mind and body was in a state of oblivion. His eyes were closed and
I thought I sensed a slight smile of satisfaction on his face.  A good
sexual climax was good for the body and soul and evidently I had given
Terry what he needed to unwind.

I took a deep refreshing breath, adjusted myself on the floor between his
legs, and rested my head on his thigh. Terry stirred slightly, cleared his
throat and spoke softly to me.

"I think I just died and went to heaven!" he said, then paused and placed
his hand on the back of my head.

 " Man that was so damn fuckin good.  You know what you've done, don't you?
You've spoiled me.  I'm gonna need your attention all the fuckin time now.
You're gonna have ta make yourself available to service your man anytime
and anyplace I need you.  My dick is in need of a good cocksucker like
you. You are better than any pussy I ever had.  None of my women can
compare to your expert cock sucking. Fuck! That was awesome."

I felt proud that this hunk told me I was needed to service him often.  I
knew this stud could have any woman he wanted and yet he found our sexual
encounter better and more satisfying that any he had ever had. I gave his
semi-soft cock one more kiss before lifting my head to look into his steel
blue eyes and smile.

Terry smiled back at his cock sucking cock worshiper.  This dude truly
enjoyed making him sexually happy.  He didn't even know my name but knew he
had found a dude that loved his cock and knew how to respect it more than
anyone he had ever known.  Terry always knew he had a good body and a great
cock, but never had anyone made love to it like this dude did.  Terry
slowly sat up.

"I gotta take a piss.  Come with me and direct my dick to the toilet
bowl. You seem to have such reverence and love for my dick, so I'll let you
hold it for me while I piss." Terry said as he stood up from the couch and
headed to the toilet. "By the way, cocksucker, what is your name?"

" My name's Richard, Sir, but you can call me Dick."

Terry turned slowly to look at Dick then laughed.  "Good name to call
you. `Dick?' How appropriate.  Are you for real? Then he jokingly
added. "Dick, the Dick sucker. And I like the way you call me Sir." Terry
said as he moved on down the hallway to the toilet.

Dick had never held a man's penis in his hands as he pissed.  It sounded
exciting and kinky.  Terry was still naked when he stood over the toilet
waiting for Dick to guide his piss into the bowl. Soon the piss started
flowing from Terry's cock into the toilet.  Terry had never had anyone hold
his cock while he pissed.  He had to concentrate a few seconds then a
stream of golden piss splashed into the bowl.  He looked at Dick as he
respectfully held his cock. He was finished for now, and waited as Dick
shook off the last few drops of piss from the cock.  Terry's cock was
already becoming semi-hard and soon it would probably be at full mast
wanting to be sucked off again. For some kinky reason, Dick bent over and
licked Terry's cock head to clean the last drop of his man's piss.  Terry
waited one more moment as his cock server squeezed out the last drop of
piss.

"At-a-boy. Get that last drop from your man's cock.  Let's go back to the
couch and you can get me up again.  I need to drop another load before I
let you leave." Then we both headed back to the couch to continue with more
cock sucking.

Terry grabbed a large bath towel to place under his buttocks on the leather
couch where Dick would be sucking him off again. He would have another beer
and watch fuck film tapes on his VCR while his new cocksucker would be
pleasuring him again. He lit up a big stogy and motioned for Dick to
continue.

**********

Terry became one of my regulars, and I saw him over a period of several
years.  I was introduced to a few of his buddies, and since I was Terry's
`official cocksucker', I was to service a few of his choice friends as
well.  It sounds as though I was his slave, but Terry treated me very
well. He knew I was a devoted cock slave and cum slut, and lined me up with
some pretty hot studs for me to service as well.  He made sure no one ever
treated me unkindly and would always be there if I needed him.

Terry was crude in a way, but he was a hot demanding straight stud and we
both appreciated our sex together.  On occasion, he would lift me off my
feet and give me a big brotherly macho bear hug and a quick kiss. He never
did remarry but would date and fuck some pussy, but he always came back to
me.  He liked to remind me that he was my man.

For more of my stories go to my Blog Spot.

I will tell more about Terry and some of his buddies in my additional
stories.

Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@yahoo.com

Continued Part 02