I had a funny feeling walking out to the job site from the hotel the next morning. And, it wasn't just because I was afraid that my formerly tight asshole would leak a bit of cum and hot tub water when I walked so I was walking slowly and deliberately.. That wasn't the funny feeling, it was more of a feeling that things had changed between myself and the workers. I was wondering if they had changed for better or for worse.
The ass-fucking that I got last night in the hotel hot tub by that guy, Aaron, really left my mind spinning. All I could think about was what it would be like to see him on the job site today. Would he treat me any differently than he had in the past? Would he tell his dirty construction buddies about it and they'd all give me a hard time (I wish) about it? Or, would they try something with me now that they'd know that I liked that sort of thing? Would Aaron try anything out on the job site?
After I went back to my room last night, after he left his load in my ass in the hot tub, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of what just happened and what could have happened if things didn't go as smoothly. What if his buddies would have come in there with him, in the dark, with the power out and nobody else around? What would have happened then? I lay in bed last night and thought about that. I kept rubbing my slippery asshole with my fingers in bed, wishing that they would have come in there, wishing there would have been more of them, wishing that I would have been used like their sex toy. What was I thinking?! I couldn't believe I was having those thoughts.
Now I'm on my way out to the job site and those thoughts are creeping into my head again. Things are starting to be completed here; rooms are being closed in with drywall, floors are being poured, doors are being installed. Half of the building still looks like a skeleton with exposed steel and rebar and no concrete floors, etc, but portions are looking like they'll actually be done by the proposed completion date. Now that at least Aaron knows (if he hasn't told everyone about last night yet) that I'm not the strong-willed, task-master that he thought I was, maybe things won't get done on time. If he knows that he can goof off and make it up to me by ramming his cock in my ass, that wouldn't be a good scenario for me keeping things on track.
The morning is already hot and the wind is whipping up clouds of dust on the dirt and gravel project site. I didn't wear a white shirt today because I knew it would be hot and dirty here today, I didn't want to risk looking like a sweaty bum, that wouldn't command too much respect from any of the workers. Not that they respect anyone from the designer's office anyway, we're the ones that they must take a sworn oath to hate when they sign up to work here. It's always an "us against them" mentality on construction job sites. They think we're always trying to catch them messing up, so they're never friendly towards anyone from the architect's office.
It's even hotter inside of the building; it must hold the heat in overnight and radiate it out during the day. Almost the exact opposite of what would be ideal, but it is what it is, as the job superintendant always says when there's a problem. I can already feel like sweat is building up on me as I walk over to the project site from the hotel. I didn't wear a t-shirt under my dress shirt and tie today thinking maybe that would help with the heat, but I'm not sure if anything will make it better today. Even before I formally start the day, I'm already thinking of the pool and hot tub at the end of the day.
As I stepped over a 6" high foundation wall to get started on my jobsite observation for the day and I tripped on the top of it and stumbled. My hard hat went flying; bouncing over the gravel surface of what will be the main gaming floor of this casino. I looked around hoping that nobody saw that, and luckily, I didn't see anyone else around. Whew; I dodged a bullet there. Nobody put the safety caps on the exposed rebar on top of the foundation wall and that's what I tripped on. There's nothing like making yourself look like a total fool to start off the day. It's a damn good thing I didn't fall on those protruding steel bars, that's about as dangerous as it gets.
I know that the owner's group will be here today for a tour so I wanted to put my best foot forward. I just have to make sure I watch where I put my clumsy foot from now on. I started to walk through the steel framework and I already noticed that things weren't being done the way they should have been. Exposed rebar was sticking out of concrete, like the ones that I just tripped on. Those should have safety caps on them in case anyone (like me) trips and lands on one of them. Wheelbarrows were half tipped over and a mixture of hardened concrete was on the ground in little hardening piles. I should have figured that nothing would have changed after last night's "festivities" with Aaron in the hot tub. I guess he's not in charge of everything there, but he's the top dog, so to speak, so I was hoping he might at least try to keep a tight grip on his crew.
I saw Aaron in the corner of one of the half-framed-out rooms and he was talking to some of his fellow workers, looking at a set of plans. I hesitated, but start walking over to them to talk to him about cleaning up the concrete and getting those caps on the exposed rebar so nobody gets hurt if they fall. He looked up and watched me walk over, saying something to his worker buddies. I have no doubt that he had told them about our escapade last night and they've probably been talking about it all morning so far. Oh boy, what do I have in store for myself now? As I get closer to them, looking down at my clipboard so I don't have to make uncomfortable eye contact for too long, Aaron says, "What's up?"
What's up?! I think to myself, what's up? Is he talking about me sitting on his cock in the hot tub last night and his cock was buried up my ass? Or, what's up in general? I say, "Mornin'. Can you have someone put safety caps on the rebar outside on the foundation wall and maybe clean up that spilled concrete? The owner's group is going to be here today, I'd like to make sure things look good when they're here."
He looks at his buddies and doesn't say anything for an agonizingly long time, which was probably only a few seconds. Then he says, "Yeah, we can do that. Anything else you need or want?" He sort of has a squinting, leering look on his face as do his dirty work buddies.
A million things run through my mind. I was thinking, "Yeah, I'd like you and your nasty, dirty, sweaty, horny buddies to take me into one of the deserted inner rooms here and bend me over a dirty sawhorse and fuck your dirty, fat cocks into my tight asshole and cum in me and spank me. And then maybe piss on and in my ass as I'm bent over that dirty sawhorse and then fuck me again.."..
But, I ended up saying, "That's about it, for now. Thanks." And, I gave them a look like I knew what they were thinking, like hell yeah; I'd be up for a gang bang, but not here, not now. Remember, when I'm punched in, I'M the boss! They looked at me like they were thinking they knew something would happen later tonight. I was thinking the same thing.
The owner's group came and went and things went pretty well the rest of the day. Lunch was about the same, with me sitting by myself at a table at the restaurant and a lot of the workers sitting in the bar area. I know they don't drink during lunch but they feel more comfortable in there I guess. It's darker and there aren't that many people in there that aren't from the construction site so they can be a little louder than they would be in the restaurant. I can see Aaron and his little group of buddies sitting at the bar. I see Aaron's ass sitting on the bar stool and think about grabbing it last night in the heat of things in the hot tub. I was picturing him there naked, but with his work vest and muddy boots on, sliding his fat cock in and out of my ass as I was bent over the next bar stool. His dirty, sweaty body pressing against my sweaty back, with my shirt pulled up over my head while he pumped his cum into my ass again. I was hoping we'd somehow meet again, that's all I've been able to think about is the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my tight asshole over and over again until I feel the jets of hot cum being shot up inside of me. I was picturing a group of them ganging up on me, spanking me over their dirty, sweaty laps, passing me around, grabbing at my sweaty, naked body as they passed me between them, sliding their dirty fingers up my greasy ass and putting me down on their cocks, fucking into me as they all watched, laughing and spanking and putting dirt on me and pissing on and in me and all sorts of dirty things that I imagined construction workers did to people when they fucked.