Date: 29 January 1999 From: Billy Boy Subject: ANOTHER WORKING DAY (gay, builders, MM, urine, anal) ANOTHER WORKING DAY By Billy Boy ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The author permits all kinds of archiving, posting, reposting and reproduction, in fixed form or otherwise, free or for profit, of this story. Copyright 1999 Billy Boy. This work is unsuitable for minors. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I remember my initiation into the delights of golden showers very clearly. I was on my way to work one morning, it was about 8.30am and already hot and sunny. As I was about to enter my offices a van went past and somebody gave a loud wolf-whistle. Now, I wasn't used to being whistled at in the street and gave it no more thought until it happened again. I looked round and there was a van cruising past quite slowly with a good-looking hunk at the wheel. He was looking directly at **me*. He grinned as I looked up. "Hey, need a lift?" He called. I was about to enter the building where I worked at this point so I hardly needed a lift anywhere. However, my heart started racing and I felt a familiar feeling in my loins. I decided I **did* need a lift - but not to work. "If you're going my way." I called back. Work could wait for now, I'd phone in sick or something and hope that nobody had seen me arrive at the door to the building. I glanced round to make sure nobody I knew was watching and crossed the road to the van. He opened the passenger door and I hopped in. We looked at each other and grinned. He was wearing dirty jeans, torn at the knees, and a dirty white T-shirt. Muscles bulged under the material and his nipples strained to poke their way through. A pair of muddy boots finished off the image of the building site worker, an image that had long turned me on. This was a better prospect than working in a hot office all day. "That's a great butt you've got there," he said. "You're good looking too." "Well, you're pretty horny yourself. Where are you going?" "I'm a decorator and I'm working on an empty house at the moment. Wanna come and see my handiwork?" Did I ever? My cock started to snake its way down my leg, thickening and lengthening with anticipation. He noticed. He grinned. "Can't wait to see the rest of you either." We drove for about ten minutes and pulled up outside a house surrounded by scaffolding. He took me upstairs to a room that had been carpeted and was covered in paint streaked sheets ready for decorating. There was an old sofa in one corner which he obviously used in his breaks and apart from that the room was empty. By the time we arrived at this point both of us were so horny there was no time for preliminaries. He ripped my t-shirt off and yanked my jeans down to my knees in one rough, expert move. My hard cock popped out and he dropped to his knees to suck it. His tongue slobbered around my balls, wetting them and sucking them into his warm mouth and then his tongue and lips travelled up my shaft to the mushroom head. Pulling back the foreskin he looked at his acquisition for a moment before parting his lips and sinking the full length down his throat in one swift move. I nearly blasted the contents of my balls into his stomach there and then. I hauled him off and stood him up, lifting his t-shirt to expose a tight washboard stomach and tits to die for. His nipples were like two juicy raisins, dark and plump, and I bent forward to take one of them between my teeth. I nibbled gently and listened to him moan. Looking down I could see his hard on snaking down the leg of his jeans and I undid his flies with his nipple still clamped between my teeth. I reached inside and wrapped my fist around the fattest shaft I have ever felt. God, I **had* to see this. In no time at all we were both standing naked before each other, admiring the bodies we were about to enjoy. He was built like a manual worker, taut and lean, not like the body builders with over-developed pecs, abs and biceps. His waist was slim and his thighs were solid and thick. His thick cock stood out straight in front of him, heavy low-slung balls hanging from the base of the shaft. I dropped to my knees and gobbled him down hungrily. That tool was so fat I could feel my lips stretch to accommodate it. I wondered whether I would be able to take it up my ass. I wasn't going to have to wait long to find out. "Spit on it," he growled. "Make it real wet and slippery. I'm going to fuck you senseless with this dick." I just loved it when he talked dirty to me. I chewed on it some more, drooling saliva all over the head and shaft and then backed away looking at the wet, dripping shaft that twitched before me. I was nervous about taking such a big cock but was only too willing to try. I lay on my back and he lifted my legs and threw them over his shoulder, prodding at my butt hole with his glistening, swollen head. I felt the pressure as he pushed gently and I pushed back, easing the entry for him **and* for me. My sphincter widened, and I think my eyes did too, as he drove his piston into my sleeve. The initial shock passed quickly and he forced his way up my passage with great determination, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt, impaling me on his great weapon. I heard the breath leave my body with a whistle. He drew out until the tip brushed against the outside of my open hole and then plunged in again in one swift thrust. His hips starting swinging and he rammed that fat tool in and out of me with long deep strokes. I could feel him battering at my prostate and the shock waves that travelled through my body as a result were the hottest thing I had ever experienced. It was about then that I realised I hadn't been for a piss for some time. His cock was hammering at my full bladder and as he pistoned into me I wasn't sure if I was going to piss or cum. The feeling was so hot I gave myself up to it. My tool was bouncing about on my belly as he rammed in to me and the first few drops of steaming liquid sprayed out onto my belly. "Shit. That's fucking hot, man," he said grabbing hold of my leaking shaft. "Let it all go." He pressed my piss tap against his belly and thrust harder and deeper, pushing me across the floor with the force of his pounding. My stream fountained into the air, splashing against his stomach and climbing up to his chest and chin. He held me there for a moment and then let go, my dick flailing uncontrollably, piss spraying in all directions wetting me, the floor and him. I thought I was never going to stop and then I realised I was cumming too. Alternate spurts from my piss-slit pumped thick creamy cum in between blasts of jissom that rained down on my torso. The intensity of the sensation relaxed all my muscles and I fired bodily juices out of my cock by the bucketful in time with his plunging cock. I never knew I could produce so much fluid. It went on for ages before subsiding to a trickle of white and yellow, pooling in my navel and running down my sides to collect in a wet patch on the dust sheet I was lying on. Just as I thought there was no more to come, he built up his rhythm, slamming into me so hard I could feel the beginning of the carpet burns I was later to realise were all the way down my back. Suddenly his cock turned to steel, swelling and hardening, and I knew he was about to unload his nuts. He pulled out so fast I felt as if a vacuum pump had sucked my innards out. His fist took hold of his shaft and flew up and down the length of it, precum dripping from the slit in clear, thick, trails. His head went back and a strangled cry left his throat, the veins on his neck bulging. A thick pearl of cum oozed from the wide open slit followed by a wad that shot over my head and landed on the carpet somewhere behind me. It was followed rapidly by another and another, the latter splashing on to my face and neck. Great snaking ropes of jizz coursed through the air covering my body with the heat of the pumping semen. His body convulsed but his hand never stopped pumping at his shaft, spitting out thick, creamy, cum as he jacked off. As the last of his delivery spotted my skin with the whiteness of it he leant forward to rub the end of his cock in the pools of liquid on my belly. "You're in a bit of a mess. I think you need washing down." A pang of disappointment swept through me. Was this guy going to be one of those who 'came' and went, a 'wham-bam-thank-you-man' fuck? I need not have worried. He pointed his throbbing cock at me and I watched as his face strained again. His piss started to flow, slowly at first as it battled its way through his cum-filled urethra. The stream built up gradually until hot, wet, juice poured out of him and all over my chest and stomach. The heat washed over me, climbing all the way to my face. I opened my mouth and let the salty fluid fill it to overflowing, rivulets running out across my cheeks and wetting my hair. He pissed with such force I couldn't help thinking that this was it might be like to be on the receiving end of a fire-hose, my skin dimpled beneath the squirting liquid. I watched as he hosed the cum from my body, covering me in the heat of the contents of his bladder. I was so turned on by this I shot another load from my softening cock. "Now you've made yourself all dirty again," he said. "I'll have to wash you down again." Yes please, I thought to myself.....and then, "Fuck. That was so hot you can wash me down with that hose of yours any time," I grinned at him. Needless to say I didn't make it to work that day. We spent the rest of the morning exploring each others bodies. He fucked me again, my ass stretched so wide he didn't need to lube me up he just slipped right on in. The hottest bit was when he pumped me full of cum again and kept his cock inside me until his bladder relaxed. It felt like a powerful douche spraying into my fuck-passage, splattering my guts with the heat. I could see and feel the excess being pumped back out of me, wetting his stomach and balls and running down my ass cheeks. He filled me to overflowing with cum and piss. He let me fuck his tight, muscular ass and then ordered me to fill him with my fluids. It was the hottest feeling just letting go inside him, relaxing my bladder freely and pouring my piss into his butt. When I had filled his gut it sprayed out of his hole, wetting my pubes and balls with warm liquid. We didn't stop there either, he filled us both up with water from a large bottle he carried and then got down to the serious business of piss play. We drank from each others fountains, lying in the 69 position with our lips clamped firmly around the others shaft while the hot streams drained down our throats. When we finally parted I went home to recover. There was no way I could have gone to work with an ass as sore and stretched as mine and I smelt of his piss - a smell that got me so hot on my way home that I came in my jeans just thinking about him. It took about two days before the feeling that he was still inside me went away, every time I sat down or moved I could feel the enormity of his shaft buried in my fuck-canal. I took careful note of where he had taken me and it wasn't long before I was passing his place of work again. I went up to the door and knocked and he answered it wearing only his jeans and boots. He fucked me rigid three times that day and we spent the time in between playing in the fountain of liquids that spouted from our cocks and bladders. I took so many days off work to go and see him I was sacked after a fortnight. I didn't mind, it gave me more time to hold up the work he was doing. **He* didn't seem to mind either.