Date: Wed, 26 May 1999 08:24:39 CDT
From: Construction man <work_bear@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tool rental stud, part 1

Tool Rental Stud, part 1

I looked at my watch, and wondered if there was time to make it to the tool
rental store before they closed. There is nothing like a warm summer day to
get some outside yard work done. I was staying at my uncle's lake house,
and I promised him that I'd put up a fence around the back yard for a
little privacy.

I knew that a post hole auger would sure make the project go faster. An
auger like this has a small gasoline engine that powers a large screw that
drills a perfect hole. I'd been setting up a hot tub on the backyard patio
all day, and there was time tomorrow to get the posts laid out and in the
ground if I could rent an auger someplace.

I'd ordered the stuff for the fence from the home improvement cente. All
they'd delivered was the posts, and they piled them up in the driveway
while I was working out back. I didn't even know they were there till I
went around the house. No delivery ticket, no nothing.

It had been sunny and warm today. All I had on was a pair of nylon jogging
shorts. I'd enjoyed the warm rays of the sun, perhaps too much, as I was
just starting to get a reddish glow. I'd probably overdone it a little, but
I wasn't burnt. I went in the house and pulled on an old pair of sneakers
and a muscle style tank top. I looked over at my reflection in the glass of
the patio door.

A little over 6' 2", I had a sturdy, very muscular build. I'd worked
construction for years before developing a software program for
contractors. I'd licensed the publishing rights to that program to a
computer system house the paid nice residuals. I did upgrades to the
package a couple of times a year, and sales were good.

That lets me lead a more leisurely lifestyle, so I spend time at the gym
rather than the job site. Short cropped dark blonde hair topped a very
hairy chest and arms covered in sun bleached blonde steel wool. I'd grown a
full beard about 4 months ago, and I'd been thinking it was time to shave
it off. Maybe tomorrow.

I had a full cock even when soft, and the size of my basket showed clearly
through the thin shorts. I thought about putting on a pair of jeans, but
then decided to hell with it. I grabbed a cap, jumped in the Jeep and
headed toward town.

It was a short drive, but as I pulled up in front of the rental place, the
lights inside went out. I jumped out and ran to the door anyway. The door
was unlocked, so I walked in and started looking around for the post hole
auger. I saw it over along the wall. I guess I wasn't paying too much
attention to where I was going, I had the auger on my mind. I ran right
into someone, full body contact. I looked into the deepest green eyes I've
ever seen. I felt like I'd been electrocuted from the momentary
contact. The sparks were still streaking around the room like an electrical
storm.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you" I blurted out. We were still facing each
other and I was almost speechless. He was a little shorter and just a
slightly less stocky build, flame red hair and freckles everywhere.

"Not a problem, but I'm closing up" came the deep voiced reply, "what'cha
need?"

Need to rent a post hole auger. I see what I want, it's right over there.

I started to walk over to get one, and we collided again. We bounced back
and I waited again on the sparks to die down. I'd never been so electrified
by the touch of another man.

We both looked at each other. Those eyes were like a lush green lawn. He
pointed toward the front of the store and said, "Got to lock the front
door, or I'll never get out of here".

Yeah, I understand, I said, dropping my eyes to his chest and then his
crotch. I was wondering in my mind if that was the source of my
excitement. I was beginning to feel my cock grow. It had a mind of its own.

I'll just get the hole auger and you can get going, I said.

This time, we were able to get past each other without colliding, and I
reached down to adjust my cock as I walked over to the rack to get the
auger. Damn, I thought to myself, I'm horny as a three peckered goat. I
hope I can get out of here without embarrassing myself.

I'd never felt such a strong animal attraction for someone. I could feel my
cock starting to chub out, and I wondered if these flimsy shorts would show
my wood too much. I grabbed the auger off the rack went over to the
counter. I balanced it against the counter and looked around to find the
red headed guy. I didn't see him anywhere. I reached up to wipe a bead of
sweat of my forehead that was running in my eye. I was hot in the store, I
suppose because it was because it was all closed up. I pulled up my tank
top and used the inside to wipe off my entire face. My hairy chest was
totally exposed.

"Nice abs, you work out?" I heard.

I dropped my shirt from my eyes and adjusted my cap. He was on the other
side of the counter from me. Don't know how he got there that quickly or
quietly, and it surprised me.

I go to the gym sometimes, but mostly I just work, I replied.

"I hear 'ya" he replied. "Since I bought this business, I don't have time
to do anything anymore. It would be nice to just relax and take a break."
He had started writing out the rental ticket, and I started checking him
out. I was giving him the twice over, but he snapped me back to reality
when I heard him say, "You could drill a hell of a hole with that thing."

I imagine a fella could, but I've used one before, and I know what I'm
doing.

He smiled at me and said, "I'll bet you do." There was a suggestive air in
his reply, but I wasn't sure he really meant anything by it. He came around
the end of the counter and stood on the other side of the auger from me. He
was closer to me than is usually comfortable, but I didn't mind in the
least.

"Let's just make sure you know what you're doing," and he got down on his
knees by the auger. "This is where you turn on the gas, and this is the
choke. I looked down at him and he lifted his face to look up at me. His
face was right at my crotch, and I had a micro fantasy that he was licking
at my nut sack, then running his tongue over and under and all around the
expanding sensitive head of my cock. I know I was throwin' out some serious
chubbiness, and I could feel the pre-cum juices boiling in my crotch.

He was looking up with his eyes while he kept talking about how to use the
auger. I shuddered from a stirring deep in my crotch. It was a reaction to
my own fantasy as I imagined him taking my whole shaft down his throat to
the base of my cock.

Just then, the auger started tipping, and I thought it was going to fall
over. I leaned over and grabbed it, but in the process my cock smashed into
his face.

Slightly embarrassed, I knelt down while steadying the auger. Where did you
say the choke was at? I asked -- I didn't see it.

We made eye contact while we were both kneeling and the sexual sparks were
flying. He said, "I had the choker right there in my face for a second
there."

I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't think I heard him right, and I said
"What?"

He stood up, and our positions were reversed. Now my face was at this
crotch, and I was looking up at him. "The choke is right here", he said, as
he flipped a small lever up and down. I pretended to look at the motor on
the post hole auger while he flipped the choke lever up and down, but
instead, I was looking straight at his dick, which was straining the
buttons on his Levi's. I knew he had a good sized auger of his own in those
jeans.

I decided to play along with him, and I said, That sure isn't a very big
lever for a tool this size, is it?

"Oh, it's big all right, but you just can't see it very well" he replied.

Well, I had my hands on something bigger just this morning, I replied.

"I don't doubt that," he said, "but its the size of the nuts that hold it
on that's impressive, not the lever." I looked up at him and said, maybe
you better show me, I've never seen anything like that before.

"Really? I'd have figured you know your way around equipment pretty
well. You seem to be comfortable with the heavy duty stuff."

Well, I said, I just haven't had a lot going on in that department for a
while.

"Well, maybe you need some excitement to liven things up, you know, put
some gas in your tank. Why don't you come in the back and let me fill you
up", he said, and he reached his hand to his crotch, adjusting himself. I
could clearly see the outline of his growing cock snaking down the leg of
his Levi's.

That's OK, I'm more of a filler than a filled, and I'm not sure I need much
of anything right now anyway. I said.

"I didn't take you for the kind of guy who can ever have enough or get
enough. Must'a been wrong."

I slowly stood up, and now I could feel my prick pointing straight out,
trapped only by the thin nylon of my shorts. I was completely fucking
hard. We made eye contact and I said, Maybe you're right. A fella' can't
ever have too much of a good thing, can he? I think you need to check that
choker again. Those nuts may be too tight. They may pop right off before I
ever get to use this thing.

"That would be a damn shame, and I'm afraid you could be right" he said, as
he broke our stare to look down at my tented out shorts. He dropped down to
his knees and dropped any pretense of looking at the auger motor. This
carrot topped stud was focused purely on my crotch. "I see -- you're right,
these nuts are way too tight. I don't think they've been loosened up for
weeks. I'll check them out for you."

He reached out and took ahold of the flimsy material that was barely
covering my horse sized cock. In less time than it takes to tell it, he had
my shorts pulled to one side and my cock sprung up like a piece of steel,
the tip smacking my hairy gut.

I was hot. My dick was rock hard and my nuts were hanging low from the
heat. He took ahold of them with one hand, pulling them down and tickling
the bottom of my ball sack with his other fingers. I thought I'd blow my
load right there on the spot. He pulled my cock down and out straight, and
started licking my cockhead. He worked his tongue down deep in my piss
slit. I grabbed the counter for support. He pulled his mouth off my cock,
but kept a solid grip on my 'nads.

"I haven't seen a pair of such low hangers before. You could easily get
those all twisted up if you weren't careful. Why don't we go in the office
for a second, I think you're building a lot of pressure. Follow me."

He stood up and lead me by the balls to a small office in the back. There
was a small couch along one wall. He let my balls go, and they were
swinging loose and free. It had to be at least 90 in that room, and he had
his shirt off in seconds. His chest was covered all over with thick red
hair, and he kicked off his work boots. I just stood there in a daze.

"Get naked" he commanded, almost in a growl. I took off my tank top, threw
it and my hat on the desk and skinned out of my shorts. He tore open the
buttons on his Levi's and had them off in seconds. I looked him over as he
straightened up, I could see what he'd been braggin about earlier.

He had to have the biggest balls I'd ever seen. They looked like they were
the size of tennis balls. His dick wasn't that long, but it was thick. I've
always considered myself well hung, about 6 inches long soft, and just a
little over 9 inches hard. My cock was long, hard and thick from the sight
of this red headed stud.

I was just standing there when he pushed me down on the couch and went down
on my cock like a hungry calf. I threw my head back in ecstasy. He moved
over me and lowered his dick into my mouth. I was afraid I would gag, but
he took things at the right pace. I reached up to fondle those big, big
nuts, and spent a lot of time licking them, trying to get one in my
mouth. It was like trying to suck on an apple. Whole.

I finally went back to his cock head, and he was taking all my dick at
once. I just shuddered, thinking about how fucking hot he was. Here we were
in a mutual suck fest without so much as a how-the-hell-are-you.

He was pulling on my loose nutsack and fingering at my asshole while he
went deeper and deeper down on my shaft. I could feel my cock head popping
in and out of the back of his throat. I was hard as steel. I tried to deep
throat him, but the angle wasn't right, so I focused on the underside of
his big plump cock head with my tongue. I felt him start to swell even
more, so I started squeezing his big balls. I could hardly get them in one
hand. I used his balls as a handle to direct his fine tasting cock. I was
getting close to cumming, so I reached up and took ahold of his tit with my
other hand.

I tweaked it a couple of times, and I felt his balls pull up even closer. I
moved over to the other tit, and that's all it took. I felt his dick head
swell up and he was blowing out a load of pecker snot like a fire
nozzle. That salty taste and his swelling cockhead in my mouth pushed me
over the edge, and I swear he was squeezing the cum out of my nuts as I
sprayed his throat with my thick load. It hurt so good.

I must have pulsed creamy spurts of cum at least a dozen times, and he did
the same. I tried to match him but he just kept cumming and cumming. I know
I had cum all over my face and beard, but I didn't give a shit.

I was breathing hard when he lifted off me, and I sat up on the couch and
he flopped down beside me. I looked over to see a river of cum running down
his face. He looked at me and I'm sure saw the same. We were both
glistening with sweat, and the smell of man sex flooded the tiny office.

I don't think I've cum that much in months, I said

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life" he replied.

That was -- was, some hot fucking action, I said. I stood up and went to
the tiny bathroom in the corner of the office, and grabbed a handful of
paper towels and started wiping the cum out of my beard. I guess I'll have
to shave this off to get rid of your load.

He had come in behind me and was cleaning up too. "Well, why don't we go
somewhere and get our pipes really clean before you shave" he said. "That
way you get your money's worth out of your razor."

Oh, I've already got my money's worth, I said.

"Yup, I never short change a customer, especially a hot, well hung, hairy
stud like you."

No, I bet you don't. Why don't we go back to my place and let me show me
how you how I work the auger.

"Thought you'd never ask," he replied.

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