Gay sex with construction labours – 1

I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing venturing onto the building site one hot, sticky afternoon. After all, such a place can be dangerous. But I had been working from home, and the building next to my house had been going on for some weeks now. The work itself made a lot of noise, with  machines and manual labour continuing for much of each weekday, and it was a miracle I had got any work done at all, despite my wife being out all day.

The view from my home office desk had allowed me to watch some of the work going on, although my view was still a little restricted, but I had seen some of the men going about their business when I had been unable to concentrate. It was the beginning of summer and the last day or two, the temperature had sored.

As a result, I had seen some of the workmen arrive on the site in shorts, and strip off their tops to get bath. Working on a site like that one, all day and all week, I imagined one had to be pretty fit, and I had noticed the guys’ physiques. Ok, they weren’t body-builders or athletes, but one or two of them were, I had to admit, in great shape. As they took their breaks, they would take some time out, eat and drink from their lunchboxes, and chat and mill around.

I guess I was just curious really. Curious to see how they were getting on, what all the noise was about, and maybe to see if they could keep it down a bit, for the sake of my work, and the peace of the neighborhood. I wandered onto the edge of the site, ignoring some of the warning signs, but keeping my eyes open for anything dangerous. I had timed it so that I knew the men would be on their lunch break, having observed them for a while over the past few weeks. Strangely, I couldn’t see any of the men about. Looking around, I spotted their temporary office, essentially one of those mobile homes, that had been set up for them right from the start, and headed for that.

As I approached the office, I could feel the sun baking down on my face and neck. Away from the cool interior of my own home, it was sweltering, and I was already sweating. I could hear the muffled sounds of voices coming from inside.

I also could see two doors to the office, both on one side, one at each end. The few windows I could see were tinted, and I couldn’t see anything through them. I chose one of the doors, and walked up the steps leading to it. I thought I should knock, to be polite, and I did.

I waited a few moments, but there was no answer. I turned the handle, which was a little stiff, and it squeaked as I did so. Pushing the door ajar, I peered through the opening.

What I saw shocked me. One of the workmen was lying back on a couch, facing away from me. His top was off and his shorts and underwear were pulled down to his knees. He was stroking his cock, which was fully erect, and breathing heavily. I was close enough to see his cock head glistening as it emerged from his fist repeatedly, over and over. For some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I considered myself straight, but I was mesmerized. There was something about this guy. He was quite toned and muscular and I could see his right forearm, bicep, and chest muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically as he continued to beat himself off. A light sweat coated his upper body, and he watched his own cock and balls in the action.

I stayed where I was, but suddenly felt a hand on my backside.

“Well, look what we have here. A peeping guy!”

The man standing behind me pushed me in through the open door and the other man, the one I had seen jerking off, stopped and looked in my direction from the couch. He stood to his feet virtually naked, with his shorts around his ankles, and his cock standing proudly erect. I found myself absent-mindedly licking my lips, as I stared at the man in front of me. He stroked his cock again gently, keeping himself hard.

I felt a hand on my back guiding me forward gently into the middle of the room and then a voice.

“Seems like you caught my friend playing with himself,” said the man behind me gently. His tone then changed: “You shouldn’t be on this building site, things can get dangerous around here.”

I spoke up for myself. “Sorry I was just curious about all the noise, and was wondering if…”

“Noise takes care of itself. Now, you ever suck a man’s cock before?”

I stood there not knowing what to say. A male friend at school had once sucked mine, when I had been young and inexperienced. I had been too scared to suck his, because I hadn’t thought I was gay or even bisexual, but I had got pretty close to it. And while having sex with my wife I had occasionally fantasized about it. But this was real.

I licked my lips slightly again and felt a pang of excitement in my stomach.

The naked man noticed me and grinned.

“Seems like he wants to. Now, down on your knees and let me give it to you.”

The man in front of me kicked off his shorts and underwear, and stood before me, totally naked. Something in me clicked, and the hand on my back guided me down onto my knees on the floor.

“Now…open your mouth and suck it.”

In some kind of trance, I opened my mouth, and at the same time closed my eyes, in fear more than anything. I felt something soft and warm pushing past my lips, and I knew then that there was no turning back. Strangely though, the feeling of this man’s cock pushing into me was already enjoyable. I felt hands on the back of my head, and opened my eyes to see the man’s groin as he pushed forward. I relaxed my mouth and throat as more of his stiffness went in. I couldn’t help but swirl my tongue around the outside of the shaft, out of instinct really. But he tasted good. I could sense the slipperiness of it, from the precum which oozed from the tip. The man started to groan and thrust back and forth, fucking my mouth.

“Ahhh, that feels so good. If this is your first time, you’re a natural. Oooh, unnngh.”

I really started to get into it, and reached around to grab the man’s ass and pull him into me, even as he continued to thrust. Was I gay? No. I loved my wife and making love to her was wonderful. Yet here I was, on the floor of some makeshift office, sucking the cock of a total stranger, and enjoying it.

I licked and sucked the head each time the man fucking my mouth withdrew, tasting more of his precum. It was almost sweet, and it was like I couldn’t get enough. I could feel the man behind me with his hands on my back, reach under my t-shirt and stroke my skin. He was into it as well. He lifted up my shirt and continued to rub my bare back, then reached round and stroked my stomach, before working his way up to my nipples, rubbing and pinching them. I moaned slightly, with my mouth still full of hard manmeat.

I reached up and played gently with the balls of the man in front of me. Then I disengaged from the cock-sucking and took one of them in my mouth, suckling it slowly, licking and rolling it around in my mouth. I switched to the other one and the man moaned loudly.

“Oooh, mmmmm, yessss, play with my balls, suck them, yeah, that’s it.”

After sucking his balls for a little while, I moved to take his cockhead and shaft back in my mouth, as the man behind me continued to play with my nipples and stroked my torso. Then I heard him step back and kick off his boots and clothes. He came round in front of me and stood next to the other man, naked and rubbing his own cock, which was a good seven or eight inches long, thick and veiny.

The man fucking my mouth suddenly quickened his pace, while his cock stiffened further. He cried out loud, and then I felt it, the first wave of cum shot into my mouth and hit the back of my throat.

“Agghhhh, yesssss, take it, take my cum.”

I wasn’t sure what to do, as it had taken me a little by surprise, but the cum slipped down my throat before I knew quite what was happening. It was salty and sweet at the same, and warm. I drank the man’s seed as the second, third, and fourth loads shot from his cocktip. The man held my head still over the head of his cock and I hadn’t a choice but to take it all down. Still, I found the experience highly erotic, exciting, and taboo all at the same time. It was not something I had done before, but I was rebelling in the situation now.

“Aaahh, you took it all down, like a good cocksucker. And you didn’t spill a drop,” said the man, as he looked down at me, and began to recover, still breathing heavily.

Before I had time to answer, the second man pushed towards me, with his fully erect cock pointed at my mouth.

“Here you go, Peeping Tom, try mine for size. Looks like you enjoyed sucking my friend’s big cock, so here’s another for you.”

For the second time that day, I opened my mouth wide in front of stiff man meat and felt it push past my lips. The man groaned as he entered me.

“Unngh, yesss, that’s it, suck my cock man. Seems like you can’t get enough here.”

It seemed I was a fast learner. Once more, I licked the man’s shaft, and swirled my tongue around the mushroom-shaped head, as he held onto me gently and started to fuck my mouth slowly.

The man turned to his buddy, who was by now sitting back on the couch, still naked, and recovering quickly! I could see his cock, still wet and slippery from the deep sucking I had just given him, and he was fondling himself, and stroking himself gently, while he watched me suck his friend. I noticed his cock beginning to rise, lengthen and stiffen as he did so.

I turned my attention back to the huge thickness that was filling my mouth and pushing again and again towards the back of my throat. It wasn’t long before this man tensed up and started to shoot his creamy load into my mouth. This time, I tasted the man’s seed fully, before swallowing it down. I was learning to enjoy the taste of another man’s cum. This time the flavour was slightly different, but I liked that mixture of sweetness and saltyness that was common to both men’s juices.

Just then, I heard more voices from behind me, from outside the mobile office.

I turned to look as the man who had just emptied his load removed his softening cock from my mouth. Two more men, probably like the first two in their late twenties or early thirties, burst in through the door.

“Fuck me, what’s going on here, boys?” cried one. He had dark hair and had already built up a good tan from the last couple of days’ sunshine. The other man was very black. Both men were topless and wore loose-fitting shorts like their workmates.

The man still sitting on the couch spoke up, while he stroked himself.

To be continued …….