Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2022 00:56:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unloading Zone - Encounters

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Sweaty. Beefy. He had one hand under his tee shirt, absentmindedly
rubbing his furry belly. The shirt hem just raised enough that I could
see a strip of bare skin just above his belt in back. Pale skin
contrasting with the patch of dark hair disappearing down into the back
of his threadbare jeans. Those jeans were barely holding in a meaty ass
that surely had to be just as hairy. He was standing on the sidewalk next
to his truck.

As I got closer, I slowed my pace so I could take it all in. Take him all
in. Sawdust stuck to the sweat on his furry forearms. He kept looking
down the street. Waiting for someone? Then I noticed he had the tailgate
down on his truck. In the back there was something bulky wrapped in a
moving blanket. My eyes went back to that thick ass. I almost lost it
when I saw the denim was darker down the middle seam. Wet. That has got
to be one sweaty butt crack.

I was almost next to him when I looked up and saw him watching me.
Watching me watch him. His bright, white smile contrasted with the dark
beard and moustache that surrounded it. One eyebrow went up. Then a wink.
I stopped in my tracks. The hand that had been rubbing his belly dropped
to the bulge at his crotch. He gave it a squeeze. He leaned against his
truck and looked me up and down.

"I guess one of us should say something, eh?"

I didn't have any words; but I returned his smile. And his wink. I made
it a point to check out the crotch of his jeans again, knowing this time
that he was watching me watch him. A consummate showman, he gripped at
the bulge as it lengthened and morphed into a long, cylindrical lump. He
knew he had a captive audience.

"That fucker was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago to help me
unload this desk. Any chance you could give me a hand? I can make it
worth your while."

Another wink. He hadn't moved his hand from that sweaty lump. He gave it
another squeeze before lifting up that same hand; offering it for me to
shake. His handshake was solid. His palm was damp. When he saw the
dampness register in my eyes, he looked down and we both watched as he
made his cock jump; trapped in the moist denim. He smiled again. His hand
went up to my shoulder; then slid over to lightly grip the back of my
neck.

"It's fucking heavy. You look like you could handle it, though."

 His other hand came up to feel my bicep. He just looked at me and nodded
his head.

"Yup. You can handle it, no doubt."

While he unhooked the bungee cord and pulled the blanket off, I noticed
the raised, narrow overhead door across the sidewalk from where he was
parked.  There was a dusty carpenter shop inside. In the back of the
truck was a beautiful old desk, even though it was in need of some TLC.
One of the drawer fronts was cracked and the finish was nearly worn away
on top. He didn't lie. It was fucking heavy. We  got it through the door
and over into the corner where he had a spot cleared.

"Thanks, man. You were a lifesaver. I think I have twenty bucks on me, if
that's how you want paid."

Even as he said it, his hand was slipping past the waistband of my Levis
and into my crack. When he didn't encounter any resistance, he grabbed me
and held me tight from behind. He smelled fucking rank. Not
wino-passed-out-in-the-park rank.
Sweaty-and-ripe-from-an-honest-days-work rank. His hand went up under my
shirt and he roughly pinched at my nips. Then both hands dropped down to
pop the buttons on my fly. My jeans and boxers were pushed down to mid
thigh. I felt slutty and vulnerable; my fat ass on display for the beefy
stranger.

"Don't fucking move."

He dashed out to the truck and quickly returned with the unlikely combo
of the moving blanket and a small jar of vaseline. He tossed the blanket
over the top of the desk and pushed my shoulders down. He gripped me
tight again and whispered as he shoved a greasy finger inside me.

"Next time I'll eat that sweet hole, bud; when I know you were expecting
me and you have prepared accordingly. But I have no qualms about cramming
my dick in places where I'm not willing to put my tongue. Keep your ass
up and hold your cheeks apart for me."

I did as I was told. I also turned my head just enough to see him lubing
up. I like to know what to expect. Maybe I shouldn't have looked? Every
guy on Pornhub may have a nine inch dick; but you know a tallboy beer can
is six inches, right? A twelve-ouncer is five inches. He was somewhere in
between; and every bit as big around. Check it out the next time you're
having a cold one. Ask yourself if you'd shove that up your ass.

His foreskin covered the head until he started to work a couple fingers
of grease into me. Then I saw his hood retract as he got even harder. He
rubbed a little more lube on the exposed head and forced my chest back
down onto the desk. I closed my eyes and pushed back as he fought his way
in. When I opened them, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
A tall, dark-complected man was standing over by the open overhead door.
When he saw I'd spotted him, he held a finger up to his lips. I let my
head drop back down onto the desktop.

"Fuck yeah, bud. That's it. Open up for my fat cock. I'm definitely going
to want another go at this hole. Relax, man. Don't tighten up. I know you
want this. I want you open and eager."

I worried about not being cleaned out; but when he leaned on my back and
got hold of nips again, I just went with it. He was chewing on my neck as
he started to pump his hips. He gave me a deep, quiet grunt with each
thrust to start out. Soon he was pounding me fast enough that it was a
continuous deep purr.

"My man's been working out of town all week. I've got about four days
worth of spunk for your fat ass. Is that what you want? Surely that's
worth more than twenty bucks.'

I growled my consent as I spied on the dude over by the door. He's
stepped around the corner just enough to get out of sight from anyone
coming down the sidewalk. He had his cock jutting out of his fly;
stroking as he took in the show. He nodded to me and gave me a thumbs up
with his free hand. The sexy fucker behind put one hand on the back of my
head and held it against the blanket. Did he know we were being watched?
I hadn't spoken since I saw my sweaty breeder on the sidewalk. I didn't
know if I should say something now. All I knew is I didn't want to give
him any reason to stop before he knocked me up.

"I was going to fuck this load into my buddy when he came to help with
the desk. Fuck him, though. He has a sweet brown ass; but this hole of
yours is second to none, bud. I'm not going to settle for just this one
time. You wanna come back for seconds? When hubby's back in town, he
would fucking love to take a turn.  You wanna be the meat in middle of a
bear sandwich, stud?"

Our voyeur knocked over a broom leaning next to him. I jerked my head up.
I sure as fuck hope that's his friend. Please don't let the fucking stop.
Not when he's this close.

"It's okay, buddy. He's family. Don't freak out on me now."

I looked over to see the guy sheepishly shuffling over. He kept jerking
as he moved closer. He had one hand under his shirt now. Handsome fucker!

"Get over here, fuckhead. I'd say you owe my new buddy an apology; but I
think we're both pretty happy with how things turned out. There's no
fucking way I'm pulling out now.  This guy's getting my load. He was
there when I needed him. You can wait until you've earned this dick."

With that, my sweaty carpenter started to pound into the home stretch.
Soon I could feel the new guy's leg against the back of mine. I could
hear them making out behind me. I could hear the slurp each time the
fucker's cock left my ass and then slid back in. This whole fucking
encounter was so hot I wanted it to last. When it comes right down to it,
though; it was hot because it was quick and dirty and unexpected. When I
felt the first splash of cum on my ass, I started to nut without even
touching my dick.

"Aim for his hole, fuckhead. Lube us up. He must be blasting off, too;
because he's milking my cock like a son of a bitch. You ready for some
jizz in your ass, pardner? I'm about to flood your guts. What a sweet
fucking hole!"

It was the most unexpected fuck I'd ever had. I reached down to pull up
my underwear and jeans; but my breeder stopped me just long enough to
shove a finger up my hole. He followed that up with a firm swat on my
ass. I was relieved to see that his cock looked clean. I could feel my
hairy hole gaping open. I hoped I could make it the three blocks home
without having it all run down my legs.

We exchanged numbers with a promise to meet up next week. Out on the
sidewalk, I looked at the time on my phone. Fuck was that fast. I'll only
be fifteen minutes late getting home.  Billy is probably just setting the
table and opening up some wine. My boyfriend loves it when I bring a
surprise home; but he doesn't like me to be late for dinner.



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