Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2012 07:27:56 -0700 From: Mark James Subject: Workman 3 by Mark James Workman 3-Job Perks by Mark James I had a job as a groundskeeper for a fishing camp in the mountains during the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college. One morning I was out raking leaves and heard the door of the cabin nearest me open. I glanced up and saw this incredible looking muscular stud built like a brick shit house standing in the door of the cabin with his pants down around his ankles looking at me. I just stared and my cock instantly came to attention and I, without even thinking about it, reached down and adjusted my package. He smiled at me, stroked his semi-flaccid cock a couple of times and then turned around and walked back in the cabin, leaving the door open. I looked around to see who else might be about, but it was pretty early in the morning and there was nobody around. I almost didn't believe this. I was just a normal looking guy and wasn't anywhere near his league in looks or build, the only thing I had going for me was youth. He didn't have any idea of the size of my cock either. Of course, if all he wanted was a blow job, I guess it really didn't matter. I wasn't even sure that this was a come on. I went back to raking leaves and worked my way to the front of the cabin until I could see inside. He had removed his jeans and was standing there with his legs spread stroking his cock. Fuck, I thought, he didn't know I was gay, maybe he wanted to suck my cock. I stroked the bulge in my jeans as I looked into the room. He slid to his knees, looked straight at me and opened his mouth wide. Shit, I thought, this is unreal. These kind of encounters never happened to me. I didn't want to do something stupid with one of the paying customers and lose my job. I needed the money to pay my tuition. I went back to raking leaves but my cock stayed hard. A couple of minutes later I glanced in the room again. He got up off the floor and laid across the bed on his back with his head hanging over the edge. He opened his mouth again and pointed to it with his finger. I reached down and stroked my bulge again and realized I had oozed so much pre-cum I now had a wet spot in my jeans. I dropped the rake and walked over to the door and stopped. He said, "Hey man, you want a blow job?" I shook my head in assent "Come on in and shut the door." I went in, shut the door, turned the dead bolt and walked over to the bed and stood just behind his head hanging off the bed. He reached his hand back over his head and stroked my bulge. "Fuck man, you're ready for action, aren't you? Take your cock out and fuck my mouth. Please." I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles and my 6.5 inch cut cock stood there at attention. "Let me have it man. Put it in my mouth." I moved forward, slid it in his mouth. He reached back with both hands, took one of my ass cheeks in either hand and pulled me forward until he had my cock buried in his throat. I started sliding it in and out of his mouth. He mumbled, "um, um, ah, ah, um, um, um," as I fucked his mouth. He obviously enjoyed my cock. He was jacking his cock as I fucked his mouth. I stroked his muscular chest and stomach as he feasted on my cock. My orgasm was building and I increased the tempo of my hip movements. As I was about to cum I leaned over his torso and took 5 inches of his cock in my mouth as he too ejaculated. We both took what we were offered and swallowed it down. I had to get back to work before the boss showed up looking for me. But we made a date for that night to do it again or whatever else might happen. As the summer went on and a variety of men and boys came and went (pun intended) I found that sex was one of the perks of the job.