Construction Worker : Part 01
I often visited the Adult bookstores and theaters along Telegraph Avenue in downtown Oakland, California. There was always a variety of, gay. Bi, and , searching for quick satisfying sex. Nearly all of the places had an assortment of glory holes, and someone waiting to either service your , or wanting to be serviced.
One afternoon, as I was making my customary rounds, I spotted a straight looking hunk going to the back rooms to one of the booths. It was late afternoon when most men had just gotten off work, and were looking for a quick blowjob before they went home. After my eyes became adjusted to the semi-dark room, I started looking around for this
I guessed he must be a construction worker because of the way he was dressed, in his scruffy work boots, faded blue jeans, held up by a large belt, a Dockers work shirt and a Raiders ball cap on his head. He had a couple days of unshaven beard and had a small dirty blond mustache on his upper lip. He looked to be about 6 4 inches tall, and weighed a solid 210 pounds of hard solid man.
I quickly bought a roll of quarters for the booths and went to the back room. He was standing by the movie selection area looking for a good movie to view. Immediately, four other men were in pursuit of him. He was a man’s man. I discovered it was not wise to be too forward to most straight men. It could be a turn off, so I waited and played it coy. He studied the movies quickly and headed towards one of the booths, turned and glanced back at me and then went inside one of the movie booth, shut and locked his door. Before he could even sit down, two hungry fags rushed to the adjoining booths on each side of him. “Damn.” I said to myself. “I lost that one quickly.” but thought I would wait around, hoping he wouldn’t like the movie and move to another booth. The movie soon stopped. He came out of the booth, and back to the movies selections where I was still standing. Then he spoke to me in his deep masculine voice.
“Fuck. These movies are lousy. I have better ones at my pad. My name’s Terry. Here’s my address. Bring over a couple 6 packs of Bud and be there in about 20 minutes. It’ll be worth your time.” He said. Then he turned and left me standing there with my mouth open.
I was stunned but quickly came back to my senses, and left the bookstore. I went to the liquor store nearby to pick up a 6 pack of beer, hopped in my car and headed to the address he gave me. I was familiar with the area and soon found the address. It was in a low-income housing development, clean but small apartments. I quickly found his place and anxiously knocked on his door. I heard a voice say,
“ Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Hold your jock shorts. I’ll be right there!“
The door opened and here stood my construction hunk, completely nude except for a jockstrap. He motioned for me to come in. I followed him in thru the small hallway to his living area. I observed his firm buttocks framed in the straps of the jock. He quickly stripped out of his jockstrap, flopped down on the couch, adjusted his balls and said to me.
“Well? Where the fuck is my beer? I need a cold beer right after a day of hard work. Pop one open for me cocksucker, then get yourself over here between your man’s legs and enjoy my cock while I enjoy your cocksucking mouth on my salami.” He said as he shook his large flexible cock at me.
He had the TV on and was watching his fuck films on the VCR. This was a hot looking masculine and demanding stud. I had experienced this type of treatment before by the two city motorcycle cops that lived in my apartment. I discovered it ‘turned me on’. I was to do his bidding and satisfy him without question. It could be dangerous going to a stranger's apartment, but I had good judgment about my partners. This guy was big and strong and could probably snap my neck with one twist, but underneath this hunk, I sensed a gentle man. A man that needed to be in control, and pursued sexual pleasure when ever he needed it.
As I looked around the room, I observed a picture of a woman on one table. His furniture was anything but feminine. An overstuffed leather couch and matching chair filled the small room along with a 17-inch TV, an end table with a lamp, and a floor lamp in one corner. It was obvious he had lived in a larger place before moving here.
When he came home from work he stripped and his clothes were either on the floor or on the end of the couch. He had tossed his sweat stained jockey shorts on the floor next to his feet, and his dirty socks lying across his shoes by the other chair. His faded work jeans were over the arm of the chair and his belt was touching the floor. A couple empty beer cans set on the floor next to an ashtray with a half smoked cigar.
He had medium length sun streaked blond hair and tattoos on the upper part of his body. His large muscular shoulders and upper forearms had matching American eagle heads. . On the back of each hand was a small blue star. I hadn’t noticed any tattoos on his backside, except the bright red lips tattooed on one of his tight muscular buttocks. I wasn’t much for tattoos but whoever did the artwork on him did a good job. Some guys look hot with tattoos and Terry was one of those guys.
The scent of the manly body sweat is often like an aphrodisiac during sex to many people. To me, his scent was more like the combination of a vanilla-almond aroma. Perhaps it was his chemical balance. I was on the floor already admiring the perfection of his large uncircumcised cock, and was kissing it with respect, when he looked down at me and said.
“I knew you were a cock worshiping cocksucker the first time I saw you. You blew me one time last week in that same bookstore. It was the head I’d ever received and was hoping I’d run across you again.
Okay, buddy. Show respect to my cock and make me feel good once again. Start by licking my dick and nuts until I am ready to shoot my first load of jizz in your fucking cocksucking mouth. I’m fucking tired of beating my meat and need to pop my nuts a few times tonight. Let me enjoy this fuck film, and sip on this cold beer while you make my prick feel good.” He said as he spread his legs, lifted his nuts and took another sip on his beer.
I quickly positioned myself comfortably between his legs for a nice long cocksucking session. I was his to command and wanted to please this hot deserving straight stud. His cock started to become firm almost immediately as I made love to his manhood. He was really getting off at my admiration of his perfect cock. Nothing pleases me more than to satisfy a man that enjoys the sensuous manipulation of my tongue and hands. I continued to pleasure him while he gave me verbal instructions and appreciation of my cocksucking.
“Oh yeah, cocksucker. Lick the sweat off my balls. Get that tongue working on my foreskin and lick out the sweet headcheese I have for you, you lucky bastard. Get it nice and clean before you suck some more man juice from that dick. Yeah! Yeah! That’s it. Put that tongue in that piss slit and make love to my dick. Fuckin yeah. Babe. That’s what I like. Oh shit. This is gon'na be good. “ He kept talking to me as I made love to his firm cock.
As I lovingly lifted his large cock from his big soft hairless balls, it soon began to harden. I was excited at the way he talked dirty and demanding to me. It’s always so much more erotic and motivating when your partner enjoys your lovemaking.
I inhaled the musky scent of his balls and the area between his thighs. I caressed his balls and gently lapped up his man shaft, directing my tongue into the opening of his foreskin. He commanded me to clean the ‘head cheese’ from his cock, but only a small amount of clear salty pre-cum oozed from his large tulip shaped cock head. A light odor and taste of his smegma was present, but it was not unpleasant at all. As I searched under his hooded foreskin, his dick began to harden and continued to expand until it was at least 10 to 11 inches of .
I was in cocksucker’s heaven giving head and tasting this man’s pulsating organ. He was moaning because of the happiness I was giving him, yet his continuous verbal talk kept pleading for more pleasure.
“Oh my god. What a fantastic cocksucker. Keep going! Keep going! I am about to cum. Suck it man. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Just keep doing it that way. My god, what a feeling! Fucken yeah!“ Terry said
Even though I didn’t want him to cum yet, it was evident that I had him on the edge of sexual ecstasy. We both knew he was going to burst forth the fortified man sperm stored in his scrotum. He was yearning to be released.
“Oh you’re gonna get that load, babe. Oooohhhh. I need to shoot my load! Suck the juices from my prick. Drain my nuts. Oooohhhh baby. Make your . Make me cum now. I love it. Ohhh yeah. Unn, unn, unn. Don’t stop. Take my cum, cocksucker! Ohhhhh!” Terry kept saying.
His breathing became more erratic, his body started to tremble with the knowing of the coming pleasure he was about to receive. Then he yelled out with the primeval sounds of enjoyment as he ejaculated into my welcome and encouraging mouth.
“Aaaawww fuck! Aaaawwww fuck. Take it! Take it! I can’t hold off any longer. Drain my balls. Aaaaawwwww shit. Aaaaww” He yelled out.
Streams of sperm spewed forth from his cock and into my mouth as he gasped with quick, uncontrollable jerks and spasms of his body. I swallowed quickly so I would not choke on the gobs of man cum he was expelling. I savored the taste of most men’s cum, and this one was no exception. I swirled the sweet liquids of his orgasm around in my mouth to taste his love juices before each swallow. It was delightful to my taste. Sweat ran from every pore of his body.
It was awesome, as seemingly, pints of cum shot from his balls, up his shaft, to be released from the large tulip shaped cockhead, out of the large piss slit and into my mouth. As I encircled his cock with my hand and lips, I could feel the muscles pulsating during his ejaculations. I had never had a man cum so much for me in one session. I didn’t exactly count the shots of cum from his body, but it must have been 7 or 8 big ones, before he subsided. Not once did I move away from his orgasmic release even though some of his love juices overflowed from my mouth, I eventually lapped every drop of his precious cum into my mouth and down my gullet.
I removed my t-shirt and meticulously dried the remaining moisture and sweat from Terry’s balls and action area. I was careful not to disturb the sensitive area around his cockhead that was now slowly withdrawing into his foreskin. It had a good workout, and was still sensitive to the touch. Terry’s mind and body was in a state of oblivion. His eyes were closed and I thought I sensed a slight smile of satisfaction on his face. A good sexual climax was good for the body and soul and evidently I had given Terry what he needed to unwind.
I took a deep refreshing breath, adjusted myself on the floor between his legs, and rested my head on his thigh. Terry stirred slightly, cleared his throat and spoke softly to me.
“I think I just died and went to heaven!” he said, then paused and placed his hand on the back of my head.
“ Man that was so damn fuckin good. You know what you’ve done, don’t you? You’ve spoiled me. I’m gon'na need your attention all the fuckin time now. You’re gon'na have ta make yourself available to service your man anytime and anyplace I need you. My dick is in need of a good cocksucker like you. You are better than any pussy I ever had. None of my women can compare to your expert cocksucking. Fuck! That was awesome.”
I felt proud that this hunk told me I was needed to service him often. I knew this stud could have any woman he wanted and yet he found our sexual encounter better and more satisfying that any he had ever had. I gave his semi-soft cock one more kiss before lifting my head to look into his steel blue eyes and smile.
Terry smiled back at his cocksucking cock worshipper. This dude truly enjoyed making him sexually happy. He didn’t even know my name but knew he had found a dude that loved his cock and knew how to respect it more than anyone he had ever known. Terry always knew he had a good body and a great cock, but never had anyone made love to it like this dude did. Terry slowly sat up.
“I gotta take a piss. Come with me and direct my dick to the toilet bowl. You seem to have such reverence and love for my dick, so I’ll let you hold it for me while I piss.” Terry said as he stood up from the couch and headed to the toilet. “By the way, cocksucker, what is your name?”
“ My name’s Richard, Sir, but you can call me Dick.”
Terry turned slowly to look at Dick then laughed. “Good name to call you. ‘Dick?' How appropriate. Are you for real? Then he jokingly added. “Dick, the Dick sucker. And I like the way you call me Sir.” Terry said as he moved on down the hallway to the toilet.
Dick had never held a man’s penis in his hands as he pissed. It sounded exciting and kinky. Terry was still naked when he stood over the toilet waiting for Dick to guide his piss into the bowl. Soon the piss started flowing from Terry’s cock into the toilet. Terry had never had anyone hold his cock while he pissed. He had to concentrate a few seconds then a stream of golden piss splashed into the bowl. He looked at Dick as he respectfully held his cock. He was finished for now, and waited as Dick shook off the last few drops of piss from the cock. Terry’s cock was already becoming semi-hard and soon it would probably be at full mast wanting to be sucked off again. For some kinky reason, Dick bent over and licked Terry’s cock head to clean the last drop of his man’s piss. Terry waited one more moment as his cock server squeezed out the last drop of piss.
“At-a-. Get that last drop from your man’s cock. Let’s go back to the couch and you can get me up again. I need to drop another load before I let you leave.” Then we both headed back to the couch to continue with more cocksucking.
Terry grabbed a large bath towel to place under his buttocks on the leather couch where Dick would be sucking him off again. He would have another beer and watch fuck film tapes on his VCR while his new cocksucker would be pleasuring him again. He lit up a big stogie and motioned for Dick to continue.
Terry became one of my regulars, and I saw him over a period of several years. I was introduced to a few of his buddies, and since I was Terry’s ‘official cocksucker’, I was to service a few of his choice friends as well. It sounds as though I was his slave, but Terry treated me very well. He knew I was a devoted cock slave and cum slut, and lined me up with some pretty hot studs for me to service as well. He made sure no one ever treated me unkindly and would always be there if I needed him.
Terry was crude in a way, but he was a hot demanding straight stud and we both appreciated our sex together. On occasion, he would lift me off my feet and give me a big brotherly macho hug and a quick kiss. He never did remarry but would date and fuck some pussy, but he always came back to me. He liked to remind me that he was my man.
I will tell more about Terry and some of his buddies in my additional stories.
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