Summer Construction I

"Morning Wood"

By Joey E

Well, in my opinion, it's about time I posted something brand new. Here is a brand-new series called "Summer Construction". I hope you enjoy it. I'd like to give credit to Will for helping me name this series. And now to cover my ass-this is a work a fiction. Any similarities to real life is coincidental. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), do not continue reading. If the idea of two guys falling in love makes you ill, do not continue reading. The sole right to this work belongs to Joey E. No unauthorized reproduction is permitted without the written consent of the author.


I was awoken by the sound of fuckin' construction guys working outside my house. Mom and Dad were having siding put on the house. It was fuckin' Thursday morning and I was not happy. I was out late last night and I figured I could sleep in. Instead, the insistent sound of hammers on the side of the house, mainly my side, awoke me at about 9AM.

"Fuckin' stop!" I yelled into my pillow as I turned over on my bed. "God!"

This was not how summer vacation was supposed to start. I had just finished my second year at college. I was looking forward to a fun-filled summer and this was not in the cards.

I grunted and tried to go back to sleep, but it just wasn't gonna happen. I got up out of my twin bed and I stretched. It looked to be a beautiful morning. Not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was just right. I groaned as I heard the tapping again on the side of the house.

Mom and Dad were both at work by this time, so I couldn't yell at them for having the house re-done. I made my way downstairs, just in my boxer shorts. No one was home so what did I care. I knew my dick was as hard as a rock, poking out of the fly, but like I said, I didn't care. I wasn't fully awake anyway.

Little did I realize the curtain was open to our sliding glass door that faced the backyard and all the neighbors could see me with my morning wood stickin' out. Turns out I didn't have to worry about the neighbors seeing me. Because there was a guy workin' on the house standing right in front of the door when I walked in. I'm sure he saw everything.

"SHIT!" I said out loud, trying to stuff my stiff six inch member back into my boxers. He grinned and laughed. I looked up at him after getting it back in and blushed.

I went over to the door and slid it open. He was still standing there, grinning.

"Sorry, dude," I said, laughing. "I didn't think anyone would be out there."

"That's all right, bud. But you'd better go do something with that thing before you poke an eye out."

Oh, that was corny, I thought to myself.

"Yeah, I know it was corny, bud," he said, grinning.

"So, do you think you guys could stop putting on the siding until oh, about noon time?"

"Sorry, bud, can't do that. Why? You hung over or something?"

"Nah, nothin' like that. Just beat."

Just then, I noticed him sweating like a pig. "Hey, do you want somethin' to drink?"

"Nah, kid, it's all right. I've got plenty to drink out here," he said, motioning to his big thermos of whatever he had in it.

"Okay, well, I should be here most of the day, so just knock if you guys need anything," I said.

"Cool. Well, I'd better get back to work," he said. I nodded and he went back to his work. I went back to getting some food into my empty stomach.

So, I went about my business, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Life cereal and reading the paper that was on the kitchen table in the breakfast nook. I went through what I had to do today in my head. I came up with nothing. Good to finally be on vacation. I had a job, but I took off a week after school got out.

I went into the Family Room and turned on the TV and got wrapped up in, of all shows, Murder, She Wrote. (Sometimes, I really think I do need help). I could still hear the racket going on outside the house. I casually glanced out the window at times when the guys walked by. None of them really appealed to me, except for the one that I had talked to earlier.

Now this dude was H-O-T! He had a real masculine look to him, but at the same time, he looked quite surprisingly innocent and cute. He was built but not overly and he had brown short hair with blonde highlights. He had on sunglasses which made him look even hotter. He had on a tight-fitting white t-shirt, which had the company logo on it. This fine sight was rounded out with a pair of Levis. The thing that got me most, however, is he was close to my height. He couldn't have been more than 5'5" and I'm about 5'4". He looked about 135lbs. I could've drooled over him if I let myself, but that ain't my style. I am, by the way, 5'4", 120lbs, blue eyes, blonde hair, smooth, and toned.

He caught me once or twice, checking him out. I knew I couldn't sit there much longer without having to whip it out and beat off right there. So I got up and headed upstairs to my room, shot a quick load thinking about the hunk that was outside and headed to the shower.

I was just getting out of the shower when something caught my eye outside the bathroom window. I jumped up and nearly screamed. I was horrified to realize it was a construction guy on a ladder, working on the siding near the bathroom window. I grabbed the towel on the towel rack and wrapped it around my waist quickly. Not only was it a guy, it was THE guy I was checking out earlier.

"Damn," I said, softly. He was still there near the window. He looked over at me through the window and winked. I nodded reluctantly back and left the room.

I shook my head to clear it of ridiculous thoughts as I walked down the hallway to my room.

"What the fuck?" I muttered to no one. This was ridiculous. I have had some experience picking up guys at a bar, but not in a normal straight environment. This was something I didn't need. It was too close to home, literally.

I tried to convince myself it wasn't happening. I put on a O' Neil t-shirt, some cargo shorts, and headed back downstairs to try to get my day started. I decided to wash my truck. Though I was planning to do it anyway, it didn't hurt that there were some hot guys with their shirts off, working on our house.

Sure enough, as I was walking out of the garage door, there he was. He grinned as soon as he saw me. I grinned back.

"How's it going?" I asked, getting the hose out.

"Ah, same old shit."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I am not going to bother you if I wash my truck here?" I asked.

"Nah, we're probably not even gonna get to this side of the house today. Wash away, bud," he said, still grinning.

I couldn't take my eyes off his body. He was hot! All coated with sweat over that smooth skin.

He started walking towards me. I did my best to resume my car-washing preparations. He walked by me and never took his eyes off me. This is freaky, I thought to myself. I stopped what I was doing to watch him walk away from me, while he was still looking at me. He took his sunglasses off, still grinning and winked again.

I got hard. I got instantly hard. And I didn't go anything to cover it up. He slowed down his pace as his eyes wandered down to my shorts, which I am sure had a tent in them by now. He stopped and turned back around, and slowly started walking towards me. I couldn't do anything but smile. Sometimes I am just so stupid. He slowly approached me, still both of us smiling.

"Uh, bud," he softly said, in his rough masculine voice.

I gulped. "Uh yeah, dude?"

"I thought I told you to go take care of that monster in your pants earlier."

I chuckled. "Yeah, you did. And I did."

He laughed. "And you're still like that?" he asked, pointing down to my shorts.

I looked down and then looked back up at him. "Sure, he's always up for action!"

He then looked at me seriously. "Hmm....I'll have to keep that in mind," he said. He broke into a grin and winked again. He then walked in the direction he was going to begin with.

I shook my head yet again to clear the thoughts. Right now, washing my Tacoma was the last thing that I wanted to do. Up til now, I was letting him call all the shots. However, now I was beginning to feel more confident about the whole situation. Bring it on!

He obviously was getting something from the work truck and had to walk back past me to get to where he was before. So, I waited. I took my shirt off, revealing my own toned, smooth chest. It was getting hot out, too. I filled the bucket up with water and added the soap as well. I was just about to rinse off the car when I saw him coming back. In a fit of insanity I turned the hose on me instead and soaked myself. He laughed.

"Tryin' the cold shower technique?" he asked.

I smiled at him. "You could say that."

"Trust me, it won't work with the state you're in," he said, pointing down to my crotch.

"Yeah, well, do you have any suggestions?" I asked, feeling suddenly bold.

"Not until after 4:30PM," he said, grinning.

"Why after 4:30?" I asked, surprised.

"That's what time I get off from work," he replied.

Oh my, I thought to myself. What was I getting myself into?

"You interested?" he asked, looking dead serious.

"Uh...." I started to say.

He laughed. "Well, you let me know, bud. I'll be here all day," he said, starting to continue on his way.

"Yo, JOEY!! Come on man," I heard some one yell behind me. I turned around, thinking they were talking to me, as my name is Joe.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!"

"Aw, shit, don't tell me your name is Joe too?" I asked.

"Yeah. You're a Joe too?" he asked.


"Well, it's nice to meet you Joe," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

I gladly shook it and held on to it as long as possible.

He grinned at me as he took his hand back. "Most of my buds call me Joey though."

"Well, good, because most of mine just call me Joe."

"I gotta get back to work, bud, but after I'm done, maybe we could go out for some beer...that is...if you're over twenty-one."

"Yeah, I've twenty two for about four months now, bro," I answered.

"Well I couldn't exactly tell. You look about eighteen."

I blushed. "Thanks, I get that all the time. Well how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-two," he said, smiling. "I gotta go back to work before my boss kills me."

"All right, dude. Well, I'm game for going out for a drink. Let me know when you're done," I said, getting back to my truck washing.

I got wrapped up in what I was doing, and eventually was finished workin' on my truck. By the time I was done, I had washed and waxed the whole thing. I was jammin' to the tunes playin' in my cd player in the truck when I realized that two hours had gone by. I cleaned up and went back inside to get something to drink. It was four in the afternoon now.

I looked outside the sliding glass door and saw MY construction worker peakin' in. I walked over and opened the door.

"Hey, ready for that beer?" he asked.

Truth be known, an alcoholic drink sounded like an excellent idea, especially with a guy like this in front of me. He still looked hot, despite being sweaty and dirty. I looked similar, but with less dirt on me.

"Sure, am Joey, bro," I said, smiling.

"Cool. We just gotta clean up and then I'll be ready."

"Cool, I gotta go get changed and I'll be ready too," I replied.

He looked at my chest and smiled. He looked back up to my face and said, "All right. Just come out when you're ready."

"Okay, dude," I said.

This was crazy, I thought to myself. What if he's not even gay? I went up to my room, threw on a shirt, and walked back down. I put on my Adidas hat and walked out the front door.

:"Hey Joe," he said, smiling as he saw me come out. He was with the rest of the crew, loadin' up the truck. He said something to the other guys, left the other group and walked over to me.

"So where did you have in mind going?" he asked, taking his sunglasses off. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life. Bright blue. This guy truly was a stud.

"Doesn't matter to me. It's up to you," I said, smiling.

"Well, then my vote is we go to Clancy's."

Clancy's was a local bar near my house in the next town over. I had been there before and it was nice.

"Sure, sounds good to me." Any where with this hunk would be okay with me in my state of mind.

"Well, my truck is out here. You just wanna go with me?" he asked, still grinning.

"Yeah," I said, turning around to lock the front door. I closed the door and prepared to step into an intriguing situation.

We hopped into his truck, a nice one at that, and headed towards the bar.

"So, what do you do for work?" he asked as he drove.

"Oh, I'm in school. But I also am a telecommunications technician at the school."

"Cool, so you're a phone guy. I'm in school too. This is just a summer job. My buddy's dad owns the company."

"Hey, it's money, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I've been doing this kind of shit since I was sixteen. It's all right and it keeps me in shape."

"Exactly," I said, smiling.

In less then ten minutes we were there. We both got out of the truck and walked towards each other. He grinned at me and I'm sure I grinned back. We went inside and got a table for two. We both sat down at the same time, across from one another.

"So, what do you drink?" he asked.

"Ah, I prefer vodka and orange juice. You?"

"Bud is just fine with me," he said, still grinning.

"Yeah, well, I'm a lightweight. Always have been."

"No shit. How many can you handle?"

"Two, at the most."

"Hmm, what happens?"

"Ah, I get real goofy. That's about it," I said.

The waitress came by and took our order of drinks. She came back not too much later with a screwdriver and a Bud.

"Here's to us," he said, raising his beer bottle.

A little surprised, I raised my glass and clinked it with his. We both smiled at each other. I kept trying to remind myself that I had no clue what this guy was after. I hadn't even really confirmed he was gay yet.

"So, uh," he started to say.

I raised one eyebrow and asked, "Yeah?"

"....Joe, I have to tell you...uh, I've seen you before."

"Huh?" I asked, slightly confused.

"I've seen you before in a club in Philly," he said, taking a sip of his beer.


"I believe it was at Woody's," he said, in a lower tone of voice.

I smiled at him. I took a big swig of my drink. "So, you know eh?"

"Oh yeah, I knew from the moment you appeared with your dick flopping out in the breeze this morning..."

I turned bright red and grinned.

"Nothin' to be ashamed about, bro. It happens."

"I just didn't expect you to be lurking about the house. Hey it's my own damn house! I can freakin' jerk off in front of the door if I wanted to," I said, laughing.

He laughed along with me and raised his hand for a high five. I slapped it.

"Yeah," he said in his deep voice. "That's what I'm talkin' about bud!"

"You live on your own?"

"Well with two roommates, yeah. For about a year now. They don't know about me, though," he answered.

"That's cool. I live on-campus during the school year, but as you know, I'm home for the summer."

"How is it living back at home with your parents?"

I sighed. "Ah, it's all right. They're really cool. Of course, it cramps my sex life slightly," I said with a grin.

"Yeah I can imagine," he said. "Do they know?"

"Yep. They're cool about it though. What about yours?"

"Nah, not yet. They will, someday," he said, seriously.

Well, we kept talking and talking and talking. The food came, we ate, and we kept right on talking. By the end of the meal, we were joking and laughing as if we were old friends. It was really amazing the way we clicked from the beginning. I was thoroughly relaxed (but that could have had something to do with the alcohol).

"Wow, it's like 8PM bud," he said, looking at his watch. Time flew by. I really didn't know where the time went.

"So it is. Well, all I know is those screwdrivers hit me hard," I said, grinning.

"I told you you shouldn't have had that third drink!" he said, smiling at me.

"You told me?" I exclaimed. "You fuckin' ordered me the drink, despite my protestations!"

He just gave me a wicked grin.

Uh oh, I thought.

"Don't worry, bro, I drove, remember?"

"Yeah I know, but I'm just wondering where you'll drive me too," I said, not being able to put on a serious face.

His grin widened and he winked at me. "Don't worry, bud, I ain't gonna take advantage of you," he said in his low, sexy voice.

I could've melted right there in his eyes. He was so fuckin' hot. He looked hotter to me than ever. Of course, it could've been the alcohol that was making me think that.

I paused before I opened my mouth again.

"You want to go?" I asked.

"Anytime you're ready," he said, taking a sip of his beer from the bottle.

"Then let's go, before I change my mind," I said, getting up, finding it a little difficult to find my balance.

"You all right, bud?" he asked, getting up himself.

I looked up at him and gave his body the once-over again. Ah, he was so fuckin' gorgeous, and my height too! How the hell did I manage to find him? How the fuck did he manage to find me? His muscles were still prominent underneath his t-shirt.

"You like that, huh, bud?" he asked, grinning, flexing his biceps.

My eyes met his and I nodded my head yes.

He chuckled softly. "Well, I like what you got there, Joe. It's looks mighty good to me," he said.

I'm sure I blushed. What do you say after someone says that to you? I know?

"Thanks," I said softly, starting to walk towards the door.

We walked back to his truck in silence. He opened my door for me and I hopped in. He got in on his side and started the engine. He looked over at me and smiled.

"So, uh, bud, what do you want to do now?" he asked.

I don't know what came over me, but I said, "This," and kissed him on his lips.

For a split second, I was worried that I took things too far, too soon. He just froze there, looking into my eyes. He broke out in a grin, leaned over, and kissed me again. It was not an opened mouth kissed, but being where we were, I didn't really want it to be either.

"Well, uh, we can't go back to my place, and we can't go back to yours, I'm sure," he said.

That was true. He had told me earlier his roommates didn't know. It sucked living at home sometimes. Times like this that I wish I was still on campus.

"So, what should we do?"

"We could, uh, find a place and just go wild. And yet. . ." he started to say. "And yet, it doesn't seem like the right thing to do with you."

"I was just thinking the same thing, Joey. I'm not sure why, but I want to wait until the moment's right. Call me a prude..."

"Nah, bud, I'm feelin' the same way. Well, should I take you to back to your house?"

"Yeah, but first," I said, grabbing the back of his head and leaning over to meet his lips. We kissed and this time, it was opened-mouth. It sent a surge right through my entire body.

We finally broke apart and grinned at each other. "I better take you home before my dick wins out on what I want," he said.

"Yep, sounds good to me."

He started the truck and we were off.

Well, what do you think? Do I have a potential hit series brewing? I'm anxious to hear any comments or questions at Thanks in advance.