Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:17:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skinhead-Construction 8

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As I slammed the truck door the rough construction stud said, "Thanks again
bro. I'll call ya later about trimming up that scruff of yours. My slimy
asshole aching, my mouth tasting like dick, and pubic hair in my teeth I
went back to work.

The afterglow didn't last too long. When I got back into the office my boss
caught up with me in my office and said "they needed to talk to me". Still
red-eyed and caught up in the buzz my heart raced as I followed him to the
conference room. I hoped I didn't smell too much like pot or the sex of two
dirty sweaty dudes. The owner of the company followed us in and shut the
door. But that wasn't it. They were laying me off because of cutbacks, not
because I was a stoner that just took it up the ass from an ex-con and
sucked two cocks dry just 30 minutes ago..

I was crushed, but not that much. I didn't like most of them anyway and
knew I could get another job. They did sweep me out the door pretty quick
though, already had a severance check printed up. After 15 minutes of
packing up my cubicle I rode my bike home picking up a 12-pack of beer on
the way. At home I proceeded to get drunk and search for some new porn
flicks on the net.

About 5:30 David rang up my cell phone. "Hey bro, you already home from
work? I hoped that after lunch today you might come by the jobsite but
didn`t see ya". Pretty buzzed by now I just blurted out, "I lost my job
today, been home since 1:30." After a long silence, "Fuck! Are you kiddin?
Man I`m sorry dude. Did you get in trouble because of today? You OK?"

I told him all about it and he seemed pretty sympathetic. After a bit of
small talk he said, "Well do you feel like me coming over tonight to cheer
you up? My old lady took off to her sister's house up in Redding again and
wont be home for a day or two. I'm free as a bird". Wondering about all
that I ventured, "She's spending a lot of time up there lately man". He
sighed and replied, "Yeah, well whatever maybe she'll stay there. I think
she doin more than seein her sister if you know what I mean. But I ain't
throwin no rocks."

With that revelation I told him to come on over. "You bringing Josh too?" I
asked jokingly. "Uhhh huh, you liked my little brother's dick huh? Wait
till he rips your asshole open and you bleed for every time you take a shit
for three days," he joked. "I guess I created a monster. I hope you didn't
mind me springing him on ya today like that. He's your age and I just
though you guys might hit it off. But I ain't his keeper. You'll have to
call him if you want him. He just works for me doesn`t live with me", David
replied.  "I'm bringing my shaving kit", he said and hung up.

I didn't call Josh just yet but that part about my ass bleeding for three
days had my interest up anyway. I took a shower and cleaned myself up super
good for my tatted ex-con stud before he got there. I twisted up a couple
of doobies and set them on the coffee table and then took the two pairs of
stained underwear David and Josh had left me earlier and put them up to my
face. Sniffing the moist pungent crotch slings deeply on the way to my room
I got an instant hard on and wanted to jack off so bad. Saving my lust for
later, I put them in separate zip lock bags and closed them in my dresser
drawer. "I am such an organized pervert," I thought to myself.

Like clockwork I heard the glug glug glug of my construction stud pulling
up in his rattling old Chevy truck outside my apartment window. I counted
off the seconds between the slamming of the creaky truck door and the knock
at my own. When I greeted him he was waiting there smiling like a model
citizen holding a black satchel in his right hand. He stood like a vision
in a bleached apotted pair of 501's and matte black knee-high lace up
Wescos. A crisp white wife-beater tank top hung over his tanned muscled
torso showing off his bulging arms. The vivid tattoos covering his arms and
shoulders popped off of him like neon in Las Vegas. I wondered if the
neighbors saw him. Damn!

"You gonna invite me in or stand there with your mouth open", he said with
a smirk. Letting him in he walked in and sat his bag on the couch. We
embraced in a bear hug and kissed, our rough haired faces scraping each
other as our tongues met up for some swap splash. He then patted my ass
through my plaid Bermuda shorts and said, "Man you make me feel good." We
exchanged a deeped eyed look for a moment and I said, "You do to bro". A
few more pleasantries and toked down one of the joints I had rolled. After
we got pretty baked the construction stud said, "You ready to shave up?"

He grabbed his goody bag and we went to my bathroom. I had a good four
day's facial hair growth and was ready to get a good trim. He has asked me
to let my hair grow out so he could style me "his way". Something about
that made be feel good inside, knowing another guy wanted to get that
personal with me and make me his own project. I am sure there are all kinds
of psychological judgments that can be made from that.  Oh well. When we
got into the bathroom he told me to strip all my clothes off which I did,
only wearing the shorts.

First he pulled an electric trimmer from his bag and had me stand in the
bathtub shower to shave all the hair off my head. He then turned me around
toward him and gave my pubic bush a strategic clippering, playfully jacking
my cock during the process. The whole affair was making me hard anyway to
see this rough stud grooming me. Once he was done with the trimmer he told
me to shower real quick to get all the hair off. "Come out to the kitchen
when you're done", he said and left the room.

I came out to the kitchen naked with my 7" cock hanging at half mast. He
had set a chair in the middle of the kitchen and next to the sink and had
his shaving tools set up on the counter.  "Sit down. Time to make you look
too sexy for your shirt", he joked. Now that Right Said Fred song was in my
head. Thanks. Still dressed in his jeans and boots, his rough hands
caressed my buzz-cut scalp, then my neck and my lower jaw. "You have a
strong square jaw line bro, I can't wait to show it off", he said.

He began applying warm lather he had made up in a bowl to my head . He
playfully rubbed some of the warm smooth cream on my cock and jacked it up
a little and gave me another kiss on the neck before he proceeded. It took
a while, but he shaved my head completely bald and smooth. He followed by
shaving most of the hair off my face with his old-school straight-blade
razor. I wondered if he had been a barber as he quietly and purposefully
worked. When he was done with my head and face he smiled and ran a dry
towel over me to wipe off the excess cream and mess. The skinhead stud
stood there admiring his work with a proud papa smile. "Damn bro, you look
fuckin hot".

I had no ideal what I looked like and wanted desperately to see. "Can I go
look?", I asked. "Not yet. I'm not finished", he replied. David dug into
his bag and got a couple of small rubber caps. Coming back over to me he
pinched them between his fingers and stuck them on both of my tits. Letting
go, they suctioned down on my nips giving me an instant sting of pain and a
twitch in my cock. "Leave those on", he ordered and then said, "Get up on
the chair so I can shave your cock and ass".

I put my knees up on the chair and leaned over the back letting my cock and
balls hang free, my asshole facing him. He took a quick minute to squeeze
my ass cheeks with his sandpapery hands and bury his tongue in my fuck
hole. He licked, sucked and slurped at my cunt just long enough to make me
hard. "Nice bro, you cleaned it up nice just for me. Cant wait to eat my
cum out of it later and then feed it to you," he cooed. My tits were now
burning in the suction cups and precum was starting to ooze off the end of
my prick.

The rough tatted up stud proceeded to lather up my cock, balls and asshole
with the soothing warm lather. A few minutes later he had finished making
my sex tools completely free of hair. He finished up by wiping me down with
the towel and then burying his thick red goatee in my crack again, licking
and sucking my smooth buttery pucker just long enough to get me hot once
more.

With my cock hard as a rock and dripping the David told me I could get up
and go see myself. He followed me down the hall to my bathroom. I was
excited to see what his vision of me would be and I was horny as fuck. When
I got to the mirror over my sink I was shocked at how different I
looked. My croppy short hair was gone. The grizzled mountain man facial
scruff was gone.

My head was shiny bald, smooth as a baby's ass. He created thin slender
sideburn lines that started just before my ears and trailed down my jaw
line to a tightly trimmed goatee that was thicker and bushier than the
rest. I looked like a combination FuManChu and Cholo Skinhead kind of
character. It was masculine, macho and sexy in a way I never thought I
could look. The big tatted arms of the stud behind me wrapped around my
torso. His hands rubbing my lower stomach and chest I saw him smiling
proudly in the mirror behind me.

"You like it?" he asked. I just could not believe what a different look I
had. "I love it!" I said. "I cant believe it!" He tightened his embrace and
pressed the stiff bulge in his 501's against my butt, kissing my neck and
watching me in the mirror. While his hands began fondling my smooth cock,
he puckered on my neck, sucking hard to leave a love bite. "There now I`ve
made you mine", he said with a laugh. He then said, "Stay here, I'll be
right back". He stepped out of the small bathroom and sat on the bed,
pulling off his boots and then his bleach spotted 501's.

He then stepped in wearing just his white socks. Damn that looked
sexy. "Bend over the sink, I want to see that sexy new face of yours in the
mirror when I fuck you". Following his lead I spread my legs and leaned
over the counter. His rough hands pulled my cheeks apart wide, letting the
air hit my freshly manicured hole. He knelt down and buried his rough
pock-marked face and bristle brush red goatee into my crack and began to
pig down..

His flickering rough tongue fucked my gate till it was soft and open, wet
and ready. He sucked on my pucker, pulling it out while penetrating the
ring with his tongue, making slurping sounds as he sucked so hard. I was
almost ready to cum it was so fucking good. The muscled daddy finally stood
up and spit on his cock, mixing it up with all the slippery juices that had
already been flowing out. "Spit and shove or it ain't love", he laughed as
he saddled up to my butt with his wet throbbing uncut meat. "Don't worry,
I'm so revved up I'm gonna cum in like 10 seconds".

With one of his rough skinned palms on my back, he guided his blunt 7" cock
into my shaved pussy. He got right down into it shoving my frame against
the sink. Pulling out he grabbed my thighs and started dogging me good. I
watched in the mirror as his rough mean looking face contorted with
pleasure, my asshole giving his cock a warm smooth velvety ride. We caught
each other's eyes in the mirror as his arms wrapped around my chest to get
a better grip on my body. His full 290 lb slab of meat was now bucking me
like a mechanical bull, my body slamming against the sink.

Giving him the show he wanted, I dropped my new goateed jaw open and let
out a deep couple of moans, "Yeah fuck bro, fuck me. Uhhh Uhhh Uhhh". I
shut my eyes and scrunched my face in pain and pleasure as his jack
hammering fuck motions rose to a fever pitch. "Man you look so fucking hot
bro", he said as he watched my contortions in the mirror. I was hot. He was
hitting me quick and hard in the right place as I suddenly felt my balls
and cock spasm without warning. I shot my wad all over the sink and the
cabinet as his cock tapped at me so hard. It had been a while since I auto
ejaculated from a fuck. Wow.

He opened his eyes and squeezed his arms around me again and slid himself
in to a new depth, pausing as his boiling sticky white exploded into me. He
pulled out and pumped another rope onto my asshole, then pushed it back in
and pumped me full of some more. My own cock spit out another pulse of my
own as he slowed down. He pulled his cock out of my nest and bent me over
again. `Come over to the bed bro" he said as he was catching his breath.

Crawling onto the bed I laid on my back. David lifted my legs up and dove
his mouth into my cum drenched dick hole. He was a cum pig like I had never
seen before, sucking and slurping my felch pie like a hungry dog in
heat. He paused and looked up at me with cum all over his mug and said,
"Squeeze it out bro, shit it out". I followed his orders and clenched my
sphincter, trying to push more of his fuck juice out onto his tongue. It
was so fucking sexy dirty.

Having gotten most of that, then lapped up what was remaining on my flaccid
cock. The construction stud then crawled up and laid his red haired muscled
torso on me. His hands clasped my smooth bald head as he put his mouth to
mine and let our fuck seed flow. We tongue danced in the sea of salty man
spunk heavy and hot while rubbing our sweaty bodies together until there
was no more.

We finally found ourselves laying quiet in a pool of sweat with our arms
around each other, just silently holding ourselves. I laid my head on his
tattooed muscle chest as his hands caressed my smooth bald head. After a
few minutes of quiet cuddling in our wetness he asked. "How you doing there
bro?"  I was feeling pretty good. I was feeling needed and like I had a
real friend on my side for once. "I'm good. I really like the way you made
me look", I said. "You seem to be pretty good at it".

"I worked in the barber ship in prison", he said. "I got a lot of practice
making guys look tough and mean". I just marveled. "So why aren't you a
barber now?", I joked. "Man barbers are all fags", he joked back.

We snuggled a bit more before we got up and went back to the living room in
the buff to toke up another joint and have some beers. We laid on the couch
together and watched TV for a while in our buzz before the conversation
came to my job. "So what do you do again?", David asked. "I am an
architectural draftsman. I draw house plans". That got his attention, "No
shit, I didn't know that". Sex partners are funny, I thought. You can suck
a guy's dick, he can cum in you and you can eat his asshole out for over a
week but not know what he does for a living.

"Yeah I guess I am going to have a good time interviewing for a new job
looking like a street thug", I said contemplating the reality ahead of
me. "Fuck dude! I didn't think about", that David said in a regretful
tone. "Oh I didn't mean anything by that. I really love the way I look
now. I don't want to change it now," I assured him.

As if a light went on he asked, "Well you can read blueprints right?" "Well
yeah, I draw them", I replied. "You ever thought about working out in the
field, on the jobsite?" he asked excitedly. Getting the idea but a little
wary I sat up and told him I had never considered it before. The
construction stud got right to the point. "Why don't you come work or me! I
need a guy that can read a set of plans and make sure the guys are building
it that way. Most of the monkeys I got cant read a candy wrapper and
they're always fucking shit up."

"Are you serious? Are you offering me a job at the construction site?" I
asked with a sense of weighted excitement. "Yeah, I guess I am bro," he
replied looking me in the eyes. "I could use a new assistant
superintendent. I can train you. You could do it with your eyes closed.
You'd be good at it I just know it. And hell you look the part now bro!" He
paused as he saw me calculating. "And of course you know, we could be
together more often you know,... at work. I would really like to be able to
spend more time with you cuz............well........I have to admit I am
kinda feeling pretty good about ya. Know what I am saying?".

All of this hit my like a door in the face. All of my emotions of my job
situation, this budding new feeling I had going for this this tenderly
loving rough construction stud, and the energy of the last week's highly
charged sex came together in a wash of tears. I knew what the answer was.

To be continued.