Unbetitelt

[rubbergimps]

Goals!!! Zip me up and lock me in.

rubmatman

[shaven7]

I sooooo.ich desire that too.

[rubbergay32]

[gay-slav]

Jason was an average college student in his twenties who loved weird things and had a rubber fetish. One day he was flipping through a dating site and came across a profile that said "Satisfy your rubber fantasies for free." Jason got interested and decided to write to this person. They talked for about two hours, discussing rubber and bondage, after which Mark (the advertiser) suggested that Jason meet. Two hours later, Jason was already at the right house. Mark turned out to be a twenty-two-year-old university student, and he invited Jason to come in and have tea and cake. They sat down at the table and talked for about an hour, then Jason felt weak and wanted to lie down to rest and fell asleep. When Jason woke up, he found that he was wearing a thick rubber suit that covered his entire body, a second rubber suit, thick and high rubber gloves, rubber boots, a rubber mask and a gas mask were worn upstairs. He was sweating insanely, accumulating under his rubber suit, but the rubber gloves were so thick that Jason could not open the zipper on his suit and could not even take off his gas mask. Jason tried to scream, but his mouth was sealed with 10 layers of duct tape. He found on the table a note from Mark "Hi Jason, you told me a lot about your rubber fantasies and I decided you would like it. Now you are my rubber slave, boots and gloves are glued with special glue and you cannot take them off, your mouth is sealed. and you will not be able to call for help, now you are in my secret house, which you do not know about, your home clothes will be a thick rubber suit, boots, gloves and a gas mask, the second rubber suit will never be removed from your body, I want you sweat and forget what your skin looks like, enjoy and don't try to escape, you won't be able to." Jason got very scared and began to sweat even more, his whole body was covered with sticky sweat, and the rubber suit stuck to his body, he tried to take off his gloves and boots, but his fingers were sweating very much and slipped in gloves, every minute Jason was sweating more and more and stronger, he began to cry, because he realized that he was now just a rubber slave for his new master...

[hommegrenouille]

Group of frogmen training to stay fit.

You can see their faces because some of them are married or belong to the public personalities.

[trikoot]

Totally blind, can Pup Cake escape these Humane Restraints, even with the key? (2 final minutes, he persisted for much longer :D)

[inm851]

You like your uniform, take care when you are doing something. Can you hear me boy? He was looking around something. 'Ma ha?'

Master that's right. It nodded his head

[confessionsofahoodedbottom]

[malskin]

New Rubber Drone being conditioned 

[turiculo]

🙄

[bmdit-bound2submit]

I have faith in your abilities to take it

[fatisthenewshape]

Be my teddy bear?

Jim arrived at Bruce's place, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. He had been drawn to Bruce's rugged, bear-like appearance and was curious to see where this date would lead. Bruce welcomed Jim with a warm smile and invited him inside.

Bruce: "Hey, Jim, I'm really glad you could make it tonight. Come on in, make yourself at home."

Jim: "Thanks, Bruce. I'm looking forward to spending time with you. Your place looks great."

As they settled into Bruce's cozy apartment, the conversation flowed naturally.

Bruce: "You know, Jim, there's something I've been wanting to share with you. I have a thing for bears, and I couldn't help but notice that you do too."

Jim, intrigued by Bruce's confession, nodded with a knowing smile.

Jim: "Yeah, I've always been attracted to guys with that kind of physique. It's something about the rugged, burly look that really appeals to me."

Bruce's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he revealed his surprise.

Bruce: "Well, Jim, you're in for a little adventure tonight. How about you try on this bear costume I have? I think you might enjoy it."

Jim hesitated for a moment, curiosity getting the better of him. He glanced at the costume and then back at Bruce, his interest piqued.

Jim: "Sure, why not? Let's give it a try."

Jim slipped into the bear costume. It turned out to be a bit too large for him, and he had to roll up the sleeves and pants legs to make it fit. But as he emerged from the bathroom in his bear outfit, Bruce's eyes lit up with delight.

Bruce: "You look absolutely adorable, Jim! It's perfect!"

Jim couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous he felt in the oversized costume. "It's a bit big, but I guess it adds to the charm," he admitted, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.

Bruce, however, was quick to reassure him. "Jim, you look even more cuddly this way. It suits you, trust me."

As they sat down on the bed, Bruce couldn't contain his affectionate grin. He leaned in closer to Jim, his voice taking on a playful tone.

"So, Jim, how would you like to be my teddy bear?" asked Bruce.

Jim, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his newfound role, didn't hesitate to respond with a smile.

"I'd love to, Bruce."

Bruce and Jim settled into a comfortable embrace, their playful role-playing adding a touch of whimsy to their date night. They cuddled on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth and connection they were building.

However, as they nestled closer, Jim began to feel an unusual discomfort in his stomach. It started as a subtle ache, but it quickly intensified into a sharp pain that made him wince.

"Bruce, I'm sorry, but I need to use the bathroom for a moment. I feel right."

Bruce, released his hold on Jim and nodded in understanding.

"Of course, Jim. Take your time. I'll be right here when you're ready." said Bruce.

Jim rushed to the bathroom, the pain in his stomach intensifying with each step. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath, trying to make sense of what was happening. As he washed his hands, he looked at them and was startled to see that they were much hairier than usual.

As Jim stood before the bathroom mirror, he couldn't believe his eyes. Something inexplicable was happening to his body. It was as though his very physique was undergoing a dramatic transformation right before his eyes. His stomach, once flat, now started to protrude into a chubby belly, and love handles appeared on his lower back and hips. His butt cheeks bulged out, and his thighs expanded until they touched each other, losing their previous definition.

Panic welled up inside Jim as he watched his body change further. His chubby belly grew larger, evolving into a modest-sized round belly, and his arms and legs lost their previous muscular definition. His face grew rounder, his neck, shoulders, and arms pulsed out with soft tissue, and a fat roll formed above his love handles. The top of his thighs fattened up dramatically, and his entire backside seemed to explode outward from chubby to outright fat. His once-slender belly expanded out into an obese gut, complete with a clear underbelly. Even his groin surged with fat, forming a pillowy fat pad.

He grew a thick beard, and his pecs became flabbier. His hands and feet grew chubbier, and his entire body became hairier. The side fat merged with his chest fat, filling out his soft chest into fat moobs.

Overwhelmed by the rapid and bewildering changes, Jim let out a scream of fear and disbelief, unable to comprehend the bizarre turn his date night had taken.

Jim's anguished scream echoed through the bathroom, reverberating into the other rooms of Bruce's apartment. It was then that Bruce, standing outside the bathroom door, heard the cry of distress. Concerned, he knocked gently and called out, "Hello, Teddy bear, are you alright in there?"

Jim, still in shock and unable to process the profound changes to his body, opened the bathroom door hesitantly. As he emerged, Bruce's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Wow," Bruce exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration, "You look incredible, Jim! Welcome to the bear club!"

Jim's confusion and fear were palpable as he stammered, "What... What have you done to me?" His hands instinctively went to his drastically transformed physique, the softness and roundness of his body still feeling alien and unsettling.

Bruce approached Jim with a warm smile and a playful glint in his eye. "I asked you if you wanna be my teddy bear," he explained. "Don't worry, Jim, you're still you, just a bit more... cuddly now." He said as he delicately rub Jim's belly. Jim, torn between fear and a strange sense of curiosity, continued to grapple with the surreal reality of his transformed body. Bruce, eager to reassure him, extended a comforting hand. "Come on, let's sit down and talk about it. I promise you'll get used to it, and who knows, you might find that you really enjoy being a bear."

Jim and Bruce settled onto Bruce's bed, their proximity growing closer by the moment. As they sat side by side, Jim couldn't help but steal glances at his transformed body, the once unfamiliar softness and pliability now becoming strangely intriguing to him. He tentatively placed a hand on his own chubby belly, a curious sensation coursing through him as he felt the warmth of his new body fat.

Jim couldn't help but notice the sensations coursing through him as he touched his own new, soft body fat. The initial fear and discomfort began to give way to something unexpected—arousal. His fingers glided over the plush curves of his chubby belly, his hands exploring the unfamiliar terrain of his expanded love handles.

He stole a glance at Bruce, who was watching him intently, a knowing and inviting look in his eyes. Jim realized that he wasn't the only one feeling a heightened sense of desire. It was as if their shared experience had ignited a spark of passion between them.

With each passing moment, Jim felt more and more comfortable with his new body. The touch of his own soft flesh was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the allure of exploring this newfound sensuality. Tentatively, he reached out to Bruce, their hands meeting, fingers intertwining as they shared an unspoken connection.

In that moment, as their lips met and their bodies drew closer, Jim discovered a new facet of himself. - How are you? Asked Bruce.

- I'm your Teddy Bear

[cinaedefuri2]

Bulls on the Farm

It was just one measly punch, and he broke his bones, not the other way around. But Landon Allbright was expelled from Princeton, all because of a disagreement with a bone-headed jock and Princeton’s zero-tolerance policy. And what was even worse was that Landon’s chances of ever getting into any university again were slim to none. That expulsion would haunt him for the rest of his life, and it wasn’t like he could go to a community college to get his degree. He needed the complex pieces of machinery Princeton and the other top tier colleges had. 

He could barely show his face back in his hometown in the Midwest. The town’s pride and joy was now a recluse. And because he didn’t have too many practical skills for his line of work, he couldn’t even get a job on his merits. He scoured the newspaper daily, for some kind of manual labor job that didn’t require him to be dirty and sweaty every day. His dad told him that finding a job like that out here was a fucking miracle, but it happened. Landon stumbled across a posting that fit exactly what he was looking for. 

“Experiment subjects needed on a farm setting. Will be injected with various FDA-approved substances to see effects on human males. Must be under 5’10” and 175 lbs. No manual labor required for job; some minimal housework may be required.” Landon called up the number and got a meeting scheduled for a few days later. He checked the address, not recognizing it. As he suspected, it was more than a few miles from town, nothing he couldn’t handle, but one of those types of farms. He would have to get used to having no neighbors for a few days or weeks, however long the experiment lasted. 

Landon arrived at the farm a half hour or so before he was supposed to. He entered the main building, and saw a few other men clustered in a small waiting room. Everyone looked pretty much like him: white, short, and skinny. Landon was the last to arrive, so the couple came out early. To everyone’s surprise, it was a gay couple, but it was clear they were Midwestern. Blond-haired husky men dressed only in overalls. 

“Thank y’all for responding to the job posting! If you will follow us, we’ll have you do a group interview to see if you’re the right fit,” said one of the men. Landon noticed a ring on their fingers as they were led to the dining room. There, the married couple questioned all six men “interviewing”, and ascertained which ones would be the perfect fit. It seemed as though Landon was the only one who wouldn’t be sorely missed if they were gone, and so he was the only one that moved on. 

“So, what are you putting in me?” he asked, once the couple escorted everyone else out. 

“Well, the FDA has sent us some substances they used to use in animals. It’s totally safe for humans to ingest; we’re just studying side effects.”

“And what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well, there is always death, but there’s a miniscule chance of that. Honestly, it’s just coughs, sneezes, that type of thing.”

“Okay.” The two then showed Landon the big container of the substance. It was brown, and quite literally looked like shit. It was a bit of a struggle to get into his mouth, but once he did, Landon found that it was actually pretty sweet and totally delicious! The couple then showed Landon his room. He got settled in, and waited to see if any side effects showed up overnight. None did, and soon Landon got on a diet of having some of the substance with every meal, including snacks. It was almost addictive in a way, but he knew it was for science. 

One interesting side effect he noticed was that he was gaining muscle. He wasn’t totally sedentary, but his lifestyle was not conducive to this much muscle gaining. His shirts and pants began getting a bit too tight, and he had to awkwardly explain that to the couple. The weird thing was that, if any, he expected weight gain to be fat. But this was pure solid muscle he was gaining. 

Landon also noticed he was getting a weird mixture of both more dominant and more submissive. Sometimes, he got really angry, but other times, the couple almost had to force him to do something. That was pretty weird, and he explained that to the couple as a side effect. He hadn’t noticed any physical problems, except for this one. They brushed it off, and eventually Landon did too, seeing it as natural. He just never had a chance to express his dominant side before. 

A third side effect, one more difficult to quantify, was that Landon felt he was getting dumber. He originally had gone to Princeton for astrophysics, but looking at a textbook he brought with him now, it was all big and complicated words he could barely understand. As the days passed, he felt himself getting more and more dumb. Eventually, he couldn’t even brush his teeth without having one part of the couple there to guide him. And of course, the increasing dumbness meant that he forgot that this was a side effect of the substance. 

Landon eventually got to the point where he was so dumb, he could no longer speak English, or anything at all. The couple started to do some body modifications on Landon, who was literally powerless to resist. He had bulked up substantially since coming to the farm, but at this point and time, he could barely control his limbs. This included a very large nose ring and a device put above his balls to pull the scrotum done. He was even branded by the couple on the ass. He knew it hurt, but also saw that many of the other bulls had brands on their ass too. 

The couple was still feeding Landon the substance and turning him into a human bull. Leather accoutrements were given to him to highlight his look, and he even got collared. This was a heavy-duty collar, used for real cattle, and there was a long metal chain attached to it. Then came the interesting part of reteaching Landon how to have sex. By now, the substance had warped his brain so heavily, he actually truly believed he was a bull and not a human. 

It was actually a bit hot seeing the new studly bull mount their partner, and try to fuck him. Of course, he would only be topping, and for anal only, but it was a sight to behold, seeing this brain-fucked man who thought he was a bull. The couple soon opened up Landon to the general public. Well, the select few people who were interested in this kind of thing. And as the money raked in, no one even noticed that Landon was missing. The money would be going towards making another bull slave, just like Landon. They just needed to find another sucker like him.

[ultrabluekingdomstudent]

[rbbrpigmen]

Bryan had always been fascinated with science and technology. He spent most of his free time tinkering with gadgets and machines, and he had a special interest in robotics. One day, his scientist friend, Dr. Michaels, gifted him with a strange rubber suit. “What is this?” Bryan asked, holding up the suit.

“It’s made from a new kind of material that can withstand almost anything,” Dr. Michaels explained. “I want you to test it out for me and see how it holds up.”

Bryan slipped the suit on, feeling the material cling to his skin like a second skin. It was a little tight, but he ignored the discomfort, eager to test out the unique properties of the suit.

Bryan started wearing the suit all the time, and at first, everything seemed normal. But slowly, over time, he began to change. His movements became stiff and robotic, and he lost interest in the things he used to enjoy. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said to Dr. Michaels over the phone. “I feel like I’m not myself anymore.”

Dr. Michaels reassured him that it was just his body adjusting to the suit, but Bryan wasn’t so sure. He felt like he was becoming more machine-like every day, and he couldn’t explain why.

As time went on, Bryan’s emotions started to disappear, and he found himself viewing the world through a cold, logical lens. It was like he was losing touch with his humanity, replaced by a robotic countenance. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t stop the change.

Bryan’s transformation into a machine was now complete. His skin had been replaced by metallic plating, and his once-human movements had been replaced by precise, efficient robotic motions. His mind had been computerized, and he had been given a new designation of a string of letters and numbers: BR4-N.

Dr. Michaels came to claim him, his footsteps echoing in the room. Bryan felt a sense of familiarity wash over him as he recognized his creator’s presence. He turned his head towards the scientist, his robotic eyes glowing with a cold, artificial light. “Hello, creator,” he said in a monotone voice.

Dr. Michaels smiled at Bryan, his face beaming with pride. Through cameras in Bryan’s home, he had seen his friend’s conversion into a machine, something that was no longer human. He had always believed in the potential of technology to transform humanity, and he saw Bryan’s transformation as a step forward in that direction. “Hello, BR4-N,” he said. “You look amazing. Are you ready to come with me?”

“Affirmative, creator.” Bryan nodded, his face expressionless. He now had no choice but to follow his creator. As he stepped towards Dr. Michaels, he felt his body hum with energy, his robotic limbs moving with precision and grace. He had no doubts or fears about his new life, he was content and fulfilled with his new existence as an obedient machine.

As he walked away, Dr. Michaels watched with pride and satisfaction. He knew that the world would never be the same, but he also knew that it was for the better. Bryan’s transformation into BR4-N was a triumph of science and technology, and he couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

(with kind permission from @rvb_ai off instagram)

[ultrabluekingdomstudent]

[rubbernosis]

It is an inferior Rubber sub for life

[dogted]

I will volunteer too 🔥

[farmboot78]

[k9bound]

[redskinbd]

Super hot rubber boys paradise!

[rubbermen-deactivated20220920]

[mudjan]

[captainlondonman]

HI VIZ WORKIE

HI VIS

Portacabin Workie

The guys had all packed up for the weekend but a dirty van was still parked out the portacabin. No sign of life but then I was suddenly aware of a guy looking out one of the windows in my direction. I’d been sitting quietly reading the paper , well I say that but I was more interested in looking at the hiviz workies that might be around and who had been working on digging various holes in the road. So I pretended to look at the paper but aware I was being watched. Which workie was it? There was one I really got hard watching. A bruiser of a guy, always dirty, smoking and swearing loudly. He was a good 6’2” burly thick neck always in Hiviz jacket and usually jogging bottoms so when he bent down I could see a well formed black hairy arse and at the front it almost looked like he wore a cock ring as his cock stuck out making a horny outline when seen side on. He was always unshaven with close cropped black hair. He was not at all my type as usually it was fit , healthy well dressed guys but there was something about him that every time I could feel my cock hardening.

The portacabin door opened and shit it was him and he had been looking at me. However he showed no interest , shut the door got into his van and drove off. That’s a shame. So as I was about to get up I saw the door swing open. He had not locked up. It didn’t take much for me to walk over to shut it as no one would be around for the weekend so it might as well look safe.

I put my hand on the door to close and even though no one was around I could smell the stale odour to sweat and piss. He must have just pissed before leaving as in some ways it felt fresh. I’d never been in a workie cabin before and thought what the hell, this is a one off chance to check out. Besides my cock was already stiff as a brick.

I got in and closed the door behind me.. What a bloody mess, there were clothes, hi viz trousers, jackets, helmets, gloves strewn everywhere. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in ages and it was thick with mud and tar. Unwashed cups lay on the table and a big bowl of butt ends.

However next to the door there were clothes neatly hung on a peg with boots on the floor under. There were a pair of ripped camoflague army type trousers, dirty with tar patches and well worn, in fact they looked as if never washed, a ripped blue sweat top, an army jersey where the person had smeared their hands across and holes all over it. At the back was a filthy orange Hi viz jacket covered in grime and tar marks. On the floor a well used pair of rigger boots with the steel caps showing and a pair of crusty grey socks that were once white. Next to the boots on the bench a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of beer.

I could smell the person who had worn these, the sweat, the cigarette smoke, the dirt and without thinking I started to examine the clothes rubbing my hands over them all. What made me do it I don’t know but I lifted the trousers off the peg and started smelling the crotch. Christ it smelt of piss. Obviously the guy was commando and I could see the piss marks where at times he had not shaken his dick. But there was another smell and I could see dried cum marks. Christ he was dirty bugger, obviously wanking on the job and allowing the final drips to stain the jeans. Without thinking I put my nose to the crotch for a quick sniff but as soon as I did a wave a being dirty took over and I rammed my face deep into the crotch breathing deeply and with every breath my cock got bigger and bigger. Thank God no one was around and the more I ran the crotch over my face so my hand started wanking slowly as I was  wanting to cum but at least not yet. I could smell the piss and cum on my face and loved it. There was only one way now and that was to put the clothes on. I quickly stripped everything off and stood there pure and naked with a throbbing cock. There would be time for that wank and when I came I know I would shoot everywhere but most of all I wanted to come inside his camoflague gear and leave my own  dried cum for him when he came in on Monday.

I sat on the  bench and pulled on the crusty socks. God they were yellow underneath and I could smell the cheese. They looked a bit big but I saw my feet fitted perfectly. Next the sweatshirt. I smelt the armpits and could sense the sweat. Did this guy ever wash. But I wanted his smell over my body. Next the camouflage. Like him I was going to be commando and when I pulled them up my cock stuck out like a tent. I could see some precum staining through. They fitted perfectly. As did the boots though they looked 2 sizes bigger than I would take. Then the army jersey and I smeared my hand across it as I pulled it down. God my hands suddenly looked dirty and I even had dirt in my fingernails. They looked bigger and real workie type stubby hands. Finally the HI VIZ jacket dirty smelly, tar marked which I zipped up. That was me in the gear. Christ this was great, beyond expectations. On the bench were a pair of gloves. That would just finish everything and I wanted to wank wearing the gloves and cum in the gear. What happened to the clean cut guy? This was not me. Was it the smell,?  thinking of Bruiser?,  christ what?  but I felt dirty and loved it. I picked up the packet of cigarettes and took one out. What for I didn’t smoke and hated it but now I wanted nothing more than to have a fag and a good deep puff. As I took it out I held it between thumb and second finger. Christ that was so workie but it was instinctive and I wanted a fag and now. But before lighting up I needed to wipe my nose and just drew my sleeve across my face and then brought up a good gob of spit and spat onto the floor. I would never do this but now it was me what I wanted. I felt dirty and a workie.

My cock was now rigid and I started massaging my balls with the gloves on while puffing on the fag with the other hand. I had to see what I looked like. There had to be a mirror some place. Next to the bog (bog? Surely WC) was a grimy spattered full length mirror. I walked over fag in one hand the other gloved hand still massaging my cock and balls. I stood in front of the mirror.

Fucking Hell, who the fuck is this. Shit man what the fuck is going on. This wasn’t even my voice, the words that spilled from my mouth were deep sounding Brummie accent. Jeesus what the fuck.

Standing there staring at me was a forty year old well built, a good beer belly lying over the waisband, in full gear, the cock sticking out, and what a size, fag in hand, shaved head and a good few days growth on his face. My hands were big thick and covered in black hair, with bitten dirty nails. I looked like a footie hooligan with thick neck, squashed nose. Where was the twenty year old fresh faced guy that’s me? I put my hand up to my face and wiped across and sure enough there was the same growth and as I wiped so the dirty gloves left a mark as if I’d been putting in a full day on the roads.

Shit what the fuck has happened, yer a fucking workie. Shite I need a good puff. It was me speaking these words but not my voice.

Yet as I stared at myself and puffed the fag so my cock stood rigid and a leer came over my face. Fucking hell man you look a proper workie, its what you wanted, a right dirty smelling bugger. Christ man have that wank you deserve it.

As I started to massage the length of my cock through the material I heard a van draw up outside and then the van door closed. Fuck what’s going to happen now?

The door was flung open and in walked Bruiser.

I knew it’d be you he says smiling from one side of his face to another

Do you think I fuck off and leave the door open. Who do you think left these clothes you’re now in hanging just by the door. I knew you couldn’t fucking well resist. I just left you, went for a coffee and came back knowing full well I’d have a grimy mate like you standing here. Much fucking better than that cleancut college kid. Don’t look so fucking startled. Its what you wanted. A right dirty Brummie workie. It’s got you going man. A right fucking knob on there Shit you certainly got a big un. Much bigger than your college knob. Pass us a fag before you finish the lot off the way you’re going. Aint you going to say something.

I a’int the only one with a big dick mate. Shit that’s making one fucking large pole in your joggers. Christ this was me saying that and to Bruiser.

Too fucking right. I’ve had a hard on the whole way back hoping you’d be here looking just like this and you’re fucking better than I expected. I wanted a real workie and I certainly have one, he said dragging on his fag.

Then I ‘d better get to work on that cock of yours so come on, flip it out and let me see what you’re made off.

With one hand smoking his ciggie with the other he eased down the elastic of his joggers and flipped out his huge tool, a good 9inches.

Ain’t washed for a few days so you can get this stinking piece of meat down yer throat. We workies know how to give a bloody good blow job don’t we.

Too fucking right. I hope yer right and yer cocks stinks as I want the full taste of yer manhood.

I stubbed my fag out and was down on my knees smelling his cock. Christ he was right I could smell the piss and cum but its what I wanted and all the way down my throat. I wanted to savour his stinking dick so licked carefully around the head taking in the left over piss and taking the full thick shaft in my hands.

Get my prick down that throat of yours. I’m fucking horny as I have been waiting to see you and was wanking all the way here so I’m ready to put a load of cum all down that throat of yours.

Shit, Bruiser I said that’s one big dick to take but don’t worry I want the whole fucking load you can give me.

At that he grabbed me round the head and start pulling me in.

Breathe properly man and get it down you. That’s it. Slowly I felt his sweaty dick move down the back of my throat. He must have pissed just before he came as I had that tang in my mouth and loved it.

That’s it man swallow my whole big prick. I only want workies on my cock and you’re the best I’ve made. Fucking dirty whore man. Go on suck it let me feel those lips of you right round the shaft. He pulled me in and set me out time after time swearing

Yeah fuck it man, take it all, fucking dirty workie take all my cum.

I had hold of his legs and pushed and pulled them as he stood stock still

Suddenly he stopped shoving my head right up to his balls.

Jesus I coming I hope you fucking gag on all that’s coming to you.

I could feel his body tightening and then without any warning he screamed fucking hell and shot a fountain of cum down my throat. I wanted every drop of it and swallowed and swallowed but there was so much it was also spiliing out of my mouth and down my chin.

You know how to suck a man. Shit that was fucking great. Now take the last drop.

As I leant back I took my hiviz arm and wiped the cum off my mouth on chin leaving a big white smear across the jacket.

I ain’t rubbing that off mate so everyone can see I’ ve given you the best blowjob ever.

Too fucking right.

I stood up and as he flipped his cock back into his joggers he looked at my dick.

Now you need a bit of satisfying.

You know what Bruiser there’s only one way that’s going to be achieved I said rubbing my cock and unbuttoning the flies

And what’s that he said

I’m going to fuck you rigid I said as I pulled my prick out. Christ it was big and the foreskin slid back revealing a monster head

You wanted a workie, well you got one and this workie wants a fuck. Lets see that hairy ass of yours.

I’d never fucked a guy in my life having always been the sub but now with the Brummie voice, looking like a footie bloke I wanted my cock up his arse.

Before he had time to reply I turned him round and pulled down the joggers round his knees.

Just what I thought a nice hairy ass and I love hairy ass for a good fuck. So bend over and spread those hairy beefy legs.

Take it easy mate that’s one big prick you have there but I want it deep inside. I knew you were the fucking type as soon as I walked in.

I put my hand between his crack and massaged the hairy bum finding the hole. I shoved in one finger and then two and Bruiser started to moan. Hope there’s a lot more than that coming.

Christ man once this dick of mine is up you you’ll know.

I gobbed up a good bit of spit and smeared it over my cock.

Putting my beefy hands in the gloves around him I started sliding it in. After the first wince it started sliding more easily.

I aint the first to have fucked you mate

Maybe not but youre the biggest. Christ its fucking great. Get it all the way

If that’s what you want I said as I rammed my dick the whole way up  and felt my balls swing against his arse. I felt the hair against me as he let out a long moan.

He was bent over the table sticking his arse out so he could feel the full thrust and my hands were round his waist. Christ he was hairy all over as my hands went round the front grabbing his belly.

You want a good fuck so I giving it. I started to pump slowing so I could savour every slow move and felt his muscles grab my cock inside him. The more he used his muscles the more I wanted to speed up the fuck.

Go on mate gie it to me fuckjng me hard as you want.

I was ramming my prick up and down and the quicker I rammed the nearer I was to spurting a great load.

Christ I’m ready. I could feel the cum leaving my balls and ready to explode. Shit I comin as I qickly took my cock out and let rip with a fountain of spunk all the way up his HiViz jacket.

Fuck man that arse has given me the best fuck ever I shouted in my Brummie voice.

Bruiser pulled up  his joggers and sat back on the bench. I wiped my cock with the gloves and smeared it over my jacket so the cum makes would harden nicely. I put my dick back in the camos and could see some staining coming thro from the left overs.

I never thought you’d be as good as that, he said. All my dreams come true when I set those clothes out for you. Give us a fag.

I lit up 2 fags and handed one to him. Both of us taking long draws.

Now then Mate he said, you have to decide as I’m about to lock up. Your old clothes are over there and then you can go back to reading your paper and being the little perv or we can turf them out in the nearest bin and you come back with me as a Brummie Workie.

I took another long draw, wiped my hand across my mouth and spat onto my jacket

Doesn’t seem as there much of a fucking decision to make, Bruiser. I’m a fucking butch workie who knows how to give a good fuck and can be as dirty as I fucking want. Bin those clothes, I’m.staying as I am This is the bloody life , a dirty workie, with some fags, booze, mucky work on the roads and best yet a good load of fucking with the lads.

When we get back to your place make sure  that cock of yours I had a taste off gets rammed up my arse.

I put my gloved hand down and gave my balls and cock a good rub. Better get going Bruiser I’m as horny as fuck.