Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2023 17:00:25 -0500
From: Yellow Stang <mrfnfd@gmail.com>
Subject: Drinking at the Workplace

Drinking at the Workplace

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Paul climbed up the ladder, prominently showcasing his muscular physique in
his cargo shorts and tool belt. A sideless tee shirt ripped at the neck
barely contained his massive chest. A hairy chest was peaking from the
neckline and the open sides. His worn work boots embellished his rugged
form, showing off his lumberjack legs. Paul's dark, short-cropped hair,
accenting the piercing blue eyes, helped set off his manly features. He
meticulously measured the distance between the house and the end of the
eaves. He recited the measurements to his younger co-worker, Mark, standing
below.

Mark, a fine bearded twenty-something specimen wearing a threadbare tee
shirt and cutoff shorts, quickly cut the material to the specified
dimension. Being half the age of his mentor, he promptly handed the
material to his co-worker before returning to prepare the following piece
as the two worked together as a fine-tuned team.

As the morning progressed, the sun grew warmer. Their sweaty bodies caused
the material of their tees to cling to their chests. Sweat ran down Mark's
body, permeating the air with his body odor as it grew stronger.
Undeterred, he continued to cut the material to Paul's specifications.

Feeling the urge to piss, Paul yanked down his zipper. He fished his sweaty
cock from the confines of his cargo shorts, aiming for his co-workers back
below. Feeling the piss rush towards the end of his cock, Paul relaxed to
release a full golden stream below. Making a loud splashing thud as it hit
the desired target.

Mark had heard the unzipping and excitedly anticipated his morning golden
shower. The stream arched from Paul's cock and splattered Mark's back
pooling before running down his ass crack and wetting his shorts. Feeling
the warmth of the liquid spraying his body, Mark's cock rapidly hardened.
The warm golden stream struck between his pecs as he rotated toward the
source. Paul continued to piss like a racehorse when Mark guided his open
mouth to taste the golden nectar of his buddy. The hollow sound echoed as
it hit the back of his throat. The piss splattered on his face while
swallowing, causing Mark to open to receive the next mouth full. Mark's
beard was soaked with the slowing stream, rubbing Paul's piss over his
furry body. Looking up, Paul smiled with approval as Mark grinned from ear
to ear.

Soaked in his co-worker's piss, Mark marinated in the hot sun, adding to
the stench of the sweaty aroma. Knowingly without being told, he walked
over to the cooler, grabbing another drink. Walking toward his partner, he
twisted the cap off the bottle before handing it to Paul on the ladder.

Watching Mark, Paul tucked his cock back in the confines of his pants,
zipping up before grabbing the drink. He placed the open bottle to his lips
and chugged it in the day's sweltering heat. Paul put the empty bottle in
his toolbelt and continued working on the eaves.

Mark turned around to start back to work like nothing happened. Measuring
the material before cutting -- "measuring twice before cutting," as the old
saying goes. It was mind-numbing work, but he enjoyed the benefits he was
receiving. His cock pressed up against his cutoffs, occasionally leaking.
His body signaled how horny he was.

Paul continued to read off the dimensions as Mark diligently cut the
material and handed it to him. The two stallions worked like workhorses as
they continued along the side wall of the house.

Suddenly Mark was called off the job, which left Paul alone. Paul always
enjoyed working with Mark and hoped he would return. Paul had to cut the
material and climb the ladder to install it, which took longer. Feeling the
urge to pee on that hot day, he took the empty bottle from his toolbelt. He
placed it inside his sleeveless shirt before fishing his cock out of his
pants. Placing the piss slit to the opening, Paul relaxed to allow the pee
to course through his cock and into the empty bottle. Listening to the
sound of the bottle filling with a pale amber caused his dick to get
harder, making it a little challenging to fill. While holding the bottle,
his fingers got wet. He continued to pee, and the bottle got to a point
where it was warm to his fingers. He continued peeing in the bottle, with
some overflowing the top. Quickly he licked his pissed-soaked fingers
before lifting the bottle to his lips to take a swig. He enjoyed the taste
but would hold it for later, hoping Mark would return. He found the cap
that Mark had removed. He placed the bottle out of the sun before returning
to work.

Feeling thirsty in the heat, he fetched another bottle. Keeping himself
hydrated and hoping for Mark's return.

Paul finished the side of the house and continued to the front when he
noticed Mark's truck roll up. He was happy to see the young stud get out of
the truck with a massive smile on his face.

"You're back quickly," Paul smiled.

"Yeah, it didn't take long, and you should have seen the look on their
faces when they smelled me. They couldn't get me out of there quick
enough," replied Mark.

"Saved something for you around the corner, in the window well," Paul said.

Mark's massive smile turned even wider as he headed to the side of the
house. He found the bottle. He knew Paul would love to see him drink as he
returned to the front of the house.

"It's even warm," Mark said. He grabbed the cap and twisted it, "Just look
at the color, Nice."

Mark held the bottle to his lips and took a swig. His cock harden, tenting
his cutoffs. "Delicious. I hope there is more."

"Oh, there will be more," replied Paul.

Paul stood there with his cock hardening again. He watched as Mark savored
his golden nectar.

Mark took a swig and walked up to Paul. Paul stepped closer for a kiss as
the two swapped the piss. "Oh, so sweet."

Mark nodded his head in agreement.

Mark held onto the bottle, took little swigs, then handed the bottle to
Paul. Paul took two swigs before handing the piss bottle back to Mark, and
with a smile, he said, "Time to get back to work."

Paul continued with the measurements while Mark cut to the appropriate
lengths.

Mark felt the urge to pee when they reached the front concrete steps. He
gave Paul that look which Paul recognized, and he nodded his permission for
Mark to relieve himself. Mark unzipped his cutoffs before sitting on the
steps. He felt Paul's eyes on him as he aimed his semi-hard cock
up. Sitting on the steps, Mark leaned back, propping his upper body with
his elbows against the landing. He relaxed his body, allowing the contents
of his pressing bladder to expel.

Paul watched as the tip of the cock spurted, and then the stream grew,
arching back onto Mark's stomach. As the flow intensified, the splattering
sounds resounded as it hit Mark's chest, his nipples notably visible
through the thin shear fabric. The tee shirt plastered to his tight body as
he aimed his cock. The stream worked its way up to Mark's beard. An audible
moan escaped his lips as he drenched his long beard. Guiding the stream,
Mark opened his mouth, hitting his face before filling up his mouth. Mark
kept pissing on his face between each swallow.

Paul's cock lengthened down his pants leg as he watched his buddy piss.
Paul reached down to rub his cock through the fabric of his shorts. His leg
was getting wet from the oozing precum forming a prominent damp spot on his
shorts. His desire was intensifying. Paul climbed down the ladder as he
watched Mark drink and wet himself. Unfastening his belt buckle, which
clattered to the ground, he headed toward Mark.

Mark finished emptying his bladder when Paul stood over. Their eyes met.
Paul lifted his tee shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. Baring
his manly chest, he reached for Mark's, pulling the clinging shirt over
Mark's head before dropping it to the side. Paul climbed on top.

Paul felt Mark's wet massive cock press against his ass. He ground the cock
against his ass cheeks as he leaned forward to taste the piss on Mark's
beard and lips. The wet beard brushed against his face, adding to the
flame. They passionately lip-locked as Paul teasingly touched one of Mark's
wet nipples. Before nibbling on the ear lobe, he licked along Mark's beard
like a dog in heat. Paul felt Mark's hips thrust upward as he held onto
Mark.

Mark loudly moaned when he felt the exploring tongue in his ear. His cock
throbbed as his desire grew. Mark exhaled when he felt Paul's lips suck his
sensitive nipples.

Tasting the saltiness of Mark's skin, Paul's desire went into overdrive,
turning into a suckling pig. The sensation fueled the flames as Paul's cock
throbbed. Mark reacted by pumping aggressively against Paul's ass.

Frustrated with the barrier between them, Paul stood up. He quickly
unzipped his pants, allowing them to slide down his thighs before stepping
out. He stood before Mark in just his construction boots. His cock pointed
directly toward Mark's face as the precum dripped from the tip. With his
cock still sticking out of his pants, Mark quickly arched back, lifting his
ass, fumbling as he pulled his cutoffs down. His cock swung in the
air. Mark leaned back, yearning for Paul's naked body.

Paul sat back down onto Mark's lap. He felt the slick cock against his
backside. Rising and grabbing the base of Mark's cock, Paul directed the
tool to his musky hole. Mark's eyes grew as he felt his cock against the
tight hole. Holding on, Paul lowered himself onto the invading staff. He
felt Mark's cock head as it opened him open. He quickly rose when he
thought it wasn't wet enough. To help ease the penetration, Paul gathered a
quantity of lube from his cock and slathered it into Mark's pulsing
cockhead. Mark moaned as he felt the pleasure of the slick hand against his
rod. Paul felt the slimy cock head and quickly lowered himself onto the
slicked member, allowing easier entry.

Feeling his hole stretch around the girth of Mark's cock as it slowly
inserted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain causing him to rise again abruptly.
Gritting his teeth as the pain subsided, he was again determined to lower
himself on the object of desire, taking it deeper before rising again. This
time, he looked into Mark's glazed eyes as he aligned the cock in his tight
ass. Paul smiled as he attempted to sit on the cock. The stuffed member
successfully speared him as they played on the steps, and Paul went into
cowboy mode.

Mark felt his cock inside the tight moist warm ass. He held onto Paul,
tilting his head back as he relaxed, allowing his bladder to flow. The
warmth engulfed his cock. He felt like he was in heaven with the stud's ass
wrapped around his throbbing cock.

Paul felt the warmness of the flow into his body. The fullness in his ass
excited him, causing his cock to twitch. His cock ached as it leaked
copious amounts of precum flowing over Mark's stomach. Paul closed his
eyes, enjoying the feeling of the impaling organ for some time. They both
looked at each other before kissing. As Paul slid up on Mark's cock he
leaned forward, not wanting the feeling to end. Mark thrusted upward inside
Paul's ass.

Paul quenched his ass cheeks around the thick shaft. Mark felt terrific
inside him. Paul slowly raised his ass with his powerful legs, feeling
Mark's hose stimulate his hole. While looking into each other's eyes, he
lowered himself, feeling the expanded cock impaling him fully. Moaning
loudly as his eyes rolled back in his head with each down stroke. With his
ass full of piss, he slowly milked Mark's cock. His hole tightly stretched
around the turgid member; he rose again, feeling lust for the endeavor.

Mark felt the tight warm ass massage his cock. He also felt the piss run
down his shaft and over his balls, adding to the intensity. Sitting there
with his knees spread apart and his pants around his ankles, Mark held onto
Paul's ass. He watched with amazement as Paul fucked himself, moaning in
pleasure.

Paul's body trembled as he felt the cock go deeper into him. Only to rise
to the point of sliding out and then impaling himself again, over and
over. Paul's body trembled.

With the sight of Paul riding his cock, the young stud was quick to erupt.
He pushed Paul down onto his cock as he yelled in ecstasy. His cock pulsed,
shooting a load deep in the tight ass. Thrusting up, he deposited another
volley deep inside his co-worker's guts. Mark continued to convulse as the
waves of pleasure took over his body, erupting again.

Mark's body went limp from the incredible breeding that just took place.
His cock buried deep in the tight ass.

Paul reached down, stroking his cock, while feeling the cock up his ass.
Knowing Mark just bred him sent him over the edge. Using his pre-cum, Paul
stroked his cock while looking at the young's stud's body. He gyrated his
ass, feeling the young cock buried up there. Pleasuring his meat, the cock
stuffed in his ass almost slid out, causing his body to convulse. Paul
yelled out as he felt his cock explode, sending torrents of cum all over
the young man's body. Feeling the cock head slip out of his hole caused
another massive blast over the breeder's chest. He felt the wetness of his
ass as it leaked, causing the third contraction, while he cried out for
joy.

Mark looked up with a delirious smile. He smeared Paul's cum all over his
chest. Paul feeling weak rolled over to the side of Mark.

When his strength returned, Paul patted Mark's thigh, "Time to get back to
work." Paul slipped on his shorts before climbing the ladder. They both
smiled as they continued to work.