(@Beefloverforever sent me this pic with a story line suggestion - I hope I do it justice)
It was hard work at the contruction site the last few weeks. I spent most of my mornings in the trailer keeping up with the invoices and reports. In the afternoon I'd be out with the guys reviewing everthing that was going on.
I'd hired a new guy recently, George Marshall. Early 30s, married with an infant at home. He really seemed to like the physical job, this wasn't just something he was doing to get a paycheck. He'd gone to college for a couple years to play football, but manual labor is what he seemed to enjoy doing. He was smart and a real go getter, I saw something in him that reminded me of me, what I was like when I first started out. I took him under my wing to show him more than just one side of the business.
One hot day, George had his shirt off, which I donât usually allow, but I couldnât stop him as I watched him carry supplies across the site in buckets. His arm and back flexing with his exertion. The sweat was running down his back and chest, soaking the waistband of his jeans.
"Fuck" I thought to myself. I was 50, happily married, with a couple teenagers, and I wasnât sure why was this guy pushing my buttons? I swear watching his ass and sweat covered back made my dick hard. My wife is on the frigid side and I havenât gotten laid in months. Iâll blame that on my fascination with his ass.
I was probably watching him more than I should, but heâd just smile whenever we made eye contact. Each time his smile would send a strange jolt through my body. I couldnât look away.
I also noticed George seemed to be staring at something on the other side of our project. I walked around the site to get a better view of what he was looking at. I didnât notice anything at first then I noticed four guys working on the A/C unit for the building next door. Then I clued in, there was one guy, about my age, staring back at George. Heâd nod at George every so often and George would nod back in acknowledgment of the greeting.
I was a little jealous but intrigued. Why was George making eyes at this other dude? I took a good like at the other guy (my competition?) He was tall, 6â1â, broad shoulders, a little bit of a belly. His hair was dark, and I think he had some grey at his temples. He had a nicely trimmed beard, that definitely had some grey. Georgeâs attention to this other guy was a little confusing and I kept wondering what it was these two were up to.
I kept an eye on both of them for the rest of the day, trying to stay out of sight. Late in the afternoon, I noticed the A/C guys were cleaning up having finished what they were working on for the day. The guy George kept looking at must have been the boss as he looked like the one giving directions as they packed away for the day. As the other guys left he lingered a while, occasionally looking toward George.
My guys were finishing up their work about the same time and I noticed George approach the lone worker at the other site. My first thought was that they knew each other but I was fairly certain they were just meeting for the first time. After chatting for a second, they shook hands, like theyâd just introduced themselves to each other. I continued to watch from my vantage place. George probably thought Iâd gone to the trailer on the other side.
The two chatted for a little bit and the one guy gestures toward his work site. George looked over his shoulder, maybe checking to see if anyone was around. Seeing nothing, George started following the man towards the back of the building site where they disappeared around the corner.
Now my curiosity was getting the better of me, I had to know what was going on. I quickly went across our site and went quietly up to the corner. I peered around the corner into what looked like a courtyard for this new building.
At first I didnât see where they were, but then some movement caught my eye. In the entrance way to the new building I could partially see the two of them in slight profile, Georgeâs back was mainly to me and I could see the right side of the other guy. I was only about 30 yards away, but I was hidden behind some equipment and they couldnât really see me. They looked like they were just chatting until the other guy put a hand on Georgeâs shoulder. As if on cue, George sank to his knees.
What the FUCK? I stood stock still watching as the now kneeling George started massaging the strangers bulge. The dude just looked down and watched as George unbutton and unzipped his jeans. First I thought George was being forced to do this, but he looked happy, they were smiling and seemed to be joking with each other. I couldnât hear what they were saying but George was clearly enjoying the feel of this older manâs prick. Now the guys jeans were wide open and George stuck his nose in and looked like he was taking a deep whiff. Then he moved to mouth the growing bulge. George did that for a minute or two as the guy muttered words of encouragement.
Finally, George reached up and pulled the jeans and underwear down. The strangers cock sprang up and smacked his T-shirt with an audible thud, I almost let out a low groan as I spied on them. I hadnât studied many cocks before, but this one was a sight. It must have been 7 inches, thick, it looked like it was cut from my vantage point. The thick dark bush, matched the thick bush on his beard. His low hangers looked huge and George moved in quickly to start giving them a good tongue bath. He gripped the shaft and gave it a few tugs as he move back and forth from nut to nut, finally moving up the hard pole, leaving a trail of saliva up and down the sides of the randy prick.
I was so fucking turned on as George proceeded to suck the strangers cock. I quietly unzipped and hauled out my stiff shaft and proceeded to jack off as I watched the hot scene unfold. I thought the stranger was going to come soon from Georges efforts, but he pulled off, took the cock in hand and gave it a few strokes, while telling the guy something. âFuck yeahâ I heard the stranger say in response and George just laughed as he stood up quickly shucked his jeans and underwear to his ankles. He turned around and presented his ass to the stranger and quickly bent over, arms out for support against the wall.
The stranger quickly moved in, massaged Georgeâs firm ass cheeks as he spit a few times on the exposed hole. He pushed in a finger to spread his spit around and then took his cock, which was dripping pre-cum and saliva from the oral treatment heâd just received. Then lo and behold, I watched transfixed as the prick of the stranger slide slowly into the hunky father. I had to let go of my prick so I wouldnât come too quickly, the scene was so fucking hot.
The stranger started off slowly and picked up speed as George was moaning out in pleasure as his ass was filled with this dudes cock. It was obviously not the first time for George. He was taking the pounding like a champ, arching his back and pushing back onto the invading stiff tool. I could hear him moaning and uttering âFuck meâ as the only other sound was the thwack thwack thwack as the strangers hips slammed into Georges ass.
Finally the dude groaned out âIâm gonna cumâ as he slammed home once, twice, then a third time, almost pushing Georgeâs head into the wall he was holding onto. âFuck⊠Fuck⊠fuck⊠damnâ as his body twitched as convulsed as he deposited his load deep. Georges cock was dripping pre-cum as he grabbed it, spread his juices around and then his cum was flying out after just a couple tugs. That did it for me and I shot a huge load all over the building materials I was hiding behind.
The two remained like that for a minute or so, catching their breath. Finally the stranger slowly pulled away and his softening cock plopped out. George stood up, regaining his footing and wobbly legs. The stranger started pulling his self together and I heard him say âThanksâ George just smiled and replied âNo, thank youâ and laughed as he started to pull up his underwear and jeans.
I decided I better get out of there before George headed back to our job site. I hurried quietly around the corner, occasionally looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasnât seen. My mind was blown away with the thought of George, his ass now filled with cum. Was he going to head home to his wife like that? Does he do this often? And most importantly, when would I get the chance to fuck him as well.
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That night I lay in bed next to my snoring wife picturing the scene over and over. God, I was so fucking horny. I may be over 50, but my cock was a steel tube and it needed a warm mouth or hole. I was no slouch, all those years in construction left me with a pretty decent build, broad shoulders, meaty pecs and nice biceps. My wife didnât seem to care, she kept putting on weight and ignoring any advances. We hadnât fucked in a couple years. And after watching the scene at work yesterday I knew my right hand wasnât going to cut it anymore.
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At work the next day I watched George like a hawk. My cock was in a constant state of arousal as I gazed at his broad back and muscular ass. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck him, how tight his ass would be. âFuckâ I mumbled under my breath as I rearranged my cock in my jeans for the umpteenth time that day.
It was near the end of the workday, the guys were putting the equipment away and starting to head home. Iâd zoned out a little bit as thoughts of George swirled around in my head when I heard âYou okay boss?â I was jolted out of my revelry and when my eyes came back into focus I realized George was standing right there in front of me. âFuckâ came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I blushed a little as if he could read my thoughts and knew I was thinking about his ass and mouth.
âDidnât mean to startle you, you okay? Maybe this heat is getting to you?â George seemed genuinely concerned as I tried to regain my composure, wondering if he noticed the large lump in my jeans. I staggered a bit and George grabbed my arm to help steady me. âFuckâ I said again as his grip sent electrical shocks throughout my body. âHere, letâs get you back into the trailer, out of the sun.â
George lead me inside and got me into a chair. He handed me a bottle of water âDrink some of thatâ as he stood there and watched me. I think his eyes roamed over my body while I took a couple drinks. âYou feeling okay?â George inquired as my eyes now roamed over his form.
âYeah, Iâm fine, just needed to sit a secondâ I stared to stand but George put a hand on my shoulder to keep me seated. âYou sit a little bit longerâ he admonished me as he walked across the room and opened the door. I thought he was leaving, but he stood on the top of the steps, surveyed the site and came back in.
âLooks like everyoneâs goneâ he said as he came back and kneeled down in front of me, pushing my legs apart. He looked me directly in the eyes as his hands started to rub my legs.
âGeorge?â I squeaked out âWhatâŠ?â I couldnât complete the question, wondering what he was doing as all the blood was rushing to my dick.
Quietly George stated âI saw you yesterday, watching me and Macâ Mac? That was the strangers name from yesterday? Georgeâs hands continued to roam up a down my legs getting nearer and nearer to my bulging crotch as these thought ran through my mind. âI think you liked what you sawâ he said as his left hand finally cupped my bulge.
âFuck yesâ I almost screamed. George just smiled as he felt my cock, trapped inside my jeans. âLet me help you outâ
George took his time and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, opening them up so he could pull my underwear down under my balls and free my shaft. I donât think Iâve ever been this hard. âNiceâ he muttered as he wrapped his mitt around my stiff member and gave it a few tugs. We were watching each other as he took me into his mouth for the first time.
âHoly hell⊠shit thatâs so niceâ I groaned as he started sucking on my tool. I hadnât had a mouth on my dick in years. It felt amazing, but the visual stimulation of watching my cock be devoured by this hot young man made it even more erotic. I put my hand lightly on the back of his head and pulled him in a little farther. Finally he had my whole 6.5 inch prick nestled deep in his throat. âAhh⊠shitâŠâ I groaned out as his throat muscles massaged my shaft.
This was amazing but I wanted something else, I wanted to know what it would feel like to slide my prick into his hole. âGeorge? Can I fuck you?â
George pulled off my cock and grinned at me. âThought you might want toâ he said with a big smile. He then stood up, walked toward my desk, and proceeded to remove all his clothes. I continued to sit there, stroking my hard cock, as I watched this magnificent man get naked.
âReady when you are bossâ he said while bracing himself on my desk, his fine ass presented to me. I wasted no time in moving across the room and standing right behind him. I grabbed his ass cheeks in both hands, massaging them, feeling their taught firmness, spreading them apart to to see his hairy trench and his pink pucker.
George was patient with me as I examined him, letting me enjoy the whole experience. I ran my fingers over his pucker as George pushed back, like he was trying to trap my fingers with his hole. He was a little sweaty back there from a long day at work, but I had to have a taste. I crouched down, going to my knees behind him. âBoss?â George asked, seeming a little surprised by my action. In reply, I moved my face closer, stretched out my tongue and ran it up his entire crack, from taint to the top of his ass.
âHoly hell⊠oh yeahâŠâ George moaned out as I proceeded to eat my first ass. I went easy at first, just running my tongue around his ass lips, licking up and down, kissing his cheeks. âYeah boss, eat my assâ George encouraged me as I started to push my tongue into him. Getting his hole to loosen up as I started to push harder, now my face was buried in the trench, munching on his hole, probing it with my tongue. George was pushing back into me as I pushed forward into him. My stubble rubbing over his sensitive cheeks as my tongue lubed up his pucker, getting it ready for the main event.
Finally I stood, I couldnât wait any longer, I needed to be inside him. âReady?â I asked as I spit onto my dick, slicking it up for entry to his chute. âHell yeahâ George quickly replied. I aimed my cock at his wet hole, applying a little pressure as it finally popped in.
âFuckâ I groaned out as I pushed an inch in, feeling the warm tight confines. George moaned out and pushed back a little, taking more of me inside him. âOh⊠damn⊠so fucking tightâ I said as inch by inch disappeared into him. Finally my whole length was buried in him, I held still, letting him adjust, and me too. It was all new to me.
âFuck me, come on boss, fuck meâ I didnât need to hear any further encouragement and started pull out, almost all the way, and then push back in. Slow at first but harder with each inward motion. âThatâs it⊠fuck me boss⊠fuck my assâ. I grabbed Georgeâs waist and really started to plow him. Iâd never fucked like this, the women Iâve been with would probably have told me to stop. But George wanted more. Soon the sounds of my hips smacking his cheeks filled the trailer. Iâm sure that and our moans could be heard through out the construction site. No one was there, but I didnât care if they were all present, listening, envious of what was going on inside.
I reached around George and grabbed his dick. It was warm, hard as steel, leaking what felt like a gallon of pre-cum. I smeared it all around his tool, as I continued to pummel his hole as I got closer to spilling my nut. I wanted him to cum with me if possible and stroked him as I was almost at the brink.
âIâm gonna cum, bossâ George practically bellowed. I could feel his cock swell and then pulse as he moaned and groaned out his release âahh⊠ahh⊠shitâŠâ
His fuck chute tightened up as he came, pushing me over the edge. âFuck⊠take it.. take my load⊠shit⊠damnâ and a string of unintelligible words left my mouth as I slammed in one last time, buried to the hilt, as my cock felt like it was literally exploding. It was the most amazing orgasm Iâd ever had.
I collapsed onto Georges back, wrapping my arms around him, holding him tight as we both tried to catch our breath. We remained like that for a minute or two as we regained our composure. My cock softened a little bit and slide from Georgeâs used hole. We stood up and I turned him to face me, my eyes searching his.
There was a twinkle in his eyes, and that face, god he was so fucking handsome. I donât know what came over me, but I pulled him in closer. I gave him a questioning look and he just grinned, tilted his head slightly and we moved in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, but became more aggressive as our tongues fought for dominance in each otherâs mouths.
As we made out, slow then hard, my hands roamed over his body, feeling him up. My hands cupped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as I ran my fingers over his wet, sticky hole. âBoss?â he questioned as I broke from him. I realized I was still completely clothed. I started to undo my shirt, and quickly stopped âCan you⊠â I asked in an almost shy voice, not wanting to push my luck. âI sure canâ was his quick reply and he knelt down to help take off my boots.
Within a minute I was now as naked as George. We stood and looked each other over, running our hands over each other. George then turned to present his ass to me again, but I stopped him, turned him to face me again, and pushed him back toward my desk. âI want to see your face this timeâ I said as I gave him a gentle peck.
The second time was slower, more sensual. My hands roamed and explored his body as I pumped into him. His hands did the same, stroking my pecs, feeling my biceps and rubbing my hairy, slight, belly. I watched his face with each stroke, the open mouth, the moans. I looked down and watched as my cock slide in and out of him. He was still so fucking tight. It took longer this time, but it we both climaxed at the same moment. Me flooding his guts with my spunk, him covering his chest and abs with his load.
George and I started spending a lot of time together. We even had a get together with Mac, the supervisor from the other site, and I learned what a spit roast was.
