Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2010 08:27:14 -0800 (PST) From: Gunter Ragen Subject: Skinhead-Construction 16 Comments Welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com "Well if I can stay with you again tonight, why don't we get out of here so I can help you out with that asshole of yours," he said with a devilish grin. "Nothing 30 minutes of my nice warm tongue couldn't cure." My dick instantly throbbed to size. Damn did this stud know where my buttons were. I took him up on the offer and we were off to my apartment in a cloud of diesel dust. When the two of us got to my place there was no romance. David attacked me right in the living room and soon had my face burried in the couch cusions getting his nut hot and rough in my ass. Having already taken three hot Mexican loads from the painter crew just a half hour ago, my chute was slippery and open for his taking. After a short few minutes of sloppy wet butt-fucking, he dumped his Skinhead Construction Stud load into my tattered cum hole. While I was sore he soon made up for it by diving into my manly cream pie with his tongue of wonder. For the next fifteen minutes he pigged down, eating my hole like a ruthless dog in heat. He loved this part the most and what a ride it was. He seemed to be feasting dirty on the loads from my previous engagement as well as his own. What a perv. His flithering tongue lapped up his warm load and them some, sucking and gnawing hard on my puckered rosebud till I was clean inside and out. My asshole was raw and sore, but now massaged and felt much better in an ichy sort of way. By the time he was finished I was oozing precum in a steady stream. His rough hands had been squeezing and stroking my meat as he was eating my hole and I was harder than a rock. He turned me over on my back and began sucking my leaking 7" dick with a mission. In his ravenous sucking, licking and slurping I soon came to a head of full load, blowing off several times in his dirty pig mouth. He worked my dick dry, almost sucking it inside out before he let my limp spent meat slip from his lips. He then slid up on top of me and began tonguing his mouthful of sweet manseed into mine. Our sweaty ripe bodies laying together got us hard again as we slipped and slid, tongued and slurped. We kissed and swapped the warm white with a passion until it was gone. Finally we came off each other and David said, "Come on, lets got take a shower bro. You stink like you been gangfucked". We both laughed and kissed again before peeling the remains of our clothes off on the way down the hall and squeezed into my small shower together. After the shower we spent the next half hour taking turn shaving each other's tools and cunts. It had become a weekly tradition of eroticism that we looked forward to, grooming each other in the raw. It usually ended with more eating, sucking and fucking. In this occasion I took my turn burrying my tongue in the fresh clean shaven hole of my buff Skinhead Construction Stud and working him till he sqealed like a girl. He was a big rough tatted muscle stud but all it took was a warm tongue in his chute to make him whine and beg for a hard cock to fuck him like the whore he is. On my bed now and laying on his back he made the sexiest of faces as I jackhammered his raw hole with my tool. Making eye contact and giving me the begging stare for more I slammed his meat hole rough and hard. Banging his inner sphincter every few thrusts as he had tought me made him flinch and wince in shock, his snatch clenching tigher around my assault weapon. With his hairy legs glenching tightly around my torso and his growling moans, "Come on, harder! Oh yeah! Harder", I didn't last long at it before I dumped my load in him and fell to his side on my dirty unmade bed. After we came to from the wash of of all we got up and got dressed in a fresh pair of clothes. By now he had an extra few pairs of this and that at my place so he always had clean threads to put on after our hook-ups. We went out to dinner and had a few beers just down the street. Chatting over dinner he asked if he could stay with me for a couple more days until he could get some furniture for his house. The conversation finally went where it was headed for the past couple of months. Our bond had gotten well beyong hookups. It was time step up and take it to the next level. "Well, my lease ends next month and I don't have to renew. Why don't we just live together?", I suggested. "I'd really like that " He smiled ear to ear as we just looked into each other's eyes with a knowing heat that didn't need words to explain. After a few dopey moments the logistics of it all got worked out in short order. After we paid the dinner tab we were off in our trucks to my aparment to get busy moving my bed, furniture and other belongings to his house. The End