Surprise at the Job Site - Pt. 1
It's a cloudy Friday morning, and Fredrick is a construction worker who is heading into the job site to start another day of hard labor. He's eager with anticipation of picking up his paycheck from the boss today since it's pay day.
[He works for a contractor in the bay of Southern California. He's 24 yo, 6'0" tall, 193 lbs, and built as a defined muscle otter with only 8% body fat due to all the hot summer days doing construction in the sweltering sun. But, he's always loved it. It's been like his gym away from the gym for him. He has short cut facial hair with slight shadow, golden brown eyes with furry eyebrows, and short brunette hair that was almost black. His abs were bumpy yet solid, and his pecs like two 5 lb chicken breasts. He had a trim waist and a shallow trail of body hair that led from his abs to below his waistband. He was cut in all the right places.]
FREDRICK
"I've gotta hurry and get to work or the boss is gonna have my head! I've already been more then 20 minutes late twice this week. I don't even wanna think about what he's gonna say this time. Come on!" I shouted in my Honda Civic as I fought through traffic piled up on the interstate.
I finally pull into the parking area of the job site. "Not too bad, Only 5 minutes late." It's 7:05am. I see that everyone else's vehicles are already here. Especially my boss's. I jog over to the portable container office to clock in while I watch everyone separating from the morning safety meeting to there various stations.
"So glad you could join us, Fred!" My 34 yo boss, Robert, shouts as soon as I step through the doorway.
"Hey, I made it."
I notice as always, the tight fitting long-sleeved gray button down shirt with 2 large yellow hi-vis lateral stripes his boss was wearing while sitting behind his desk. His shirt stretched across his broad chest and ample pecs revealing the hardness of his raisin sized nipples. The black fur growing from his chest to his collar bone showing underneath as the top two buttons were always undone. The thin gold rope chain that nestled on top of his chest hair. The large plump pink kissable lips surrounded by his thick jet black beard that was fro-like yet short and trimmed. The subtle piney cologne scent of his body wash mixed with the odor of his pheromones filling the small office room. His biceps flexed inside his sleeves with every keystroke on his work computer.
I can only imagine the immense body heat culminating and sweat marinating in Robert's taint and ass crack right up to his tight puckered hole. Was it as hairy down there as his ripped chest, or was it clean shaven and smooth as marble? My mind drifted, only to be brought back to reality as I feel my 8" prick begin to stiffen just thinking about straddling my boss' lap behind that desk feeling him up and locking lips with him in passionate ecstasy.
"Any longer 'n' I would've had to write it up this time, man. You know that already." His eyes fixated on the computer monitor as he typed and clicked away, not turning away to look up at me. "Come on, man. No more free passes, Freddy. I like you. You do good work, but don't make me do things I don't wanna do.... I've got you logged in." Lifting his strong hand from the keyboard, pointing a finger pistol at Fred, "Don't forget about today's safety briefing after lunch. We have the new equipment coming in this afternoon."
"Right"
"You got all your gear?"
By now, I can feel my 8" Kielbasa starting to bind and tug at the restraining fabric of my work jeans, growing the already noticeable bulge to nearly full capacity. My bulbous ass checks tense in anticipation of what the boss might think of me or say in this masculine testosterone driven work environment if he happens to look up and notice my revealing condition in the front of my pants right now.
"Yessir"
Robert sucks his thick upper lip in and back out again. "...Head out and join the guys."
I make an about face reaching for the door knob to exit the office, swiftly opening the door, and hurrying back down the few steps letting the door shut behind me hoping my quick pace and abruptness to follow orders will help salvage some amount of admiration from the boss. I was also relieved my boss didn't notice my growing semi I have right now. Thank goodness he never looked up from his computer screen! Robert said that he liked me, and I didn't want anything else to further jeopardize my position on my boss's good side.
I start walking over to the work assignment I was last working on to pick up from yesterday, along the way, noticing the 12 other guys already hard at work with their white hard hats, hi-vis shirts, and jeans, some wearing harnesses. There's Mason, the sexy fucker! What I would give to have genes like that. I wonder who his parents are?
MASON
(In a deep booming voice) "Bobby, I got eight more strand boards to put up on this side. Can you give me a hand bringing over another stack?" I notice in my peripheral as Fred swiftly strides toward my direction. Every time I see that Fred it looks like he's completely undressing me with his eyes. I'll give him something to ogle over alright. I turn to acknowledge him, "There he is! Here comes the late fuck. Where've you been? Jerking your dick in the parking lot?"
"You wish"
"I wish? Is that how your fantasy starts?! Ha! You missed the morning safety brief again, man. Rob's gonna have your hide if you keep doin' this shit."
With that, I face back forward and continue moving ahead. "Let's get these boards up so we can move on to the other side. We're a little behind today, ladies."
[Mason was a no bullshit mf who hated this job project and hated their boss and the foreman even more, but he took taking care of business very seriously. He works even on his days off for a part-time job pulling 80 hours per week to make up for his child support wage garnishments. He barely has any time for any pussy huntin' cause he's always working. So he's probably been alone for quite some time since you could tell he's been doing this for a while. He's ready to branch out from this company and start his own contracting company. He's about done working at the bottom of the socioeconomic pyramid. An experienced, head-strong, and dominating guy like himself should be in charge of a few things by now. He has a ton of experience at the job. He definitely knows what he's doing and he has the guns to show for it. It seemed as if he was genetically designed for this type of heavy manual labor.
At 30 years old, he stands at a stout 6'7" weighing 327 lbs of solid steel beef with 7% body fat. He's a towering Hercules muscle tank with huge boulders for shoulders, arms like a silverback gorilla, and abs like a bucket of baseballs. His ass is out of this world, like 2 basketballs! However, he usually wore loose fitting clothes as most form-fitting pants can't comfortably fit around his waist while also containing his massive rear. They'd fit tight around his ass and thighs but not around his waist, unless he wore a belt which he never did due to the discomfort. His ass is just too massive and his waist is too thin. Neither can most shirts fit snug around his torso, except for when he wore one of his white tank shirts that always became see-through due to all the sweat, because of the serious v-shaped figure he has with his enormous shoulders. So his shirts just drape over his torso like concealing curtains, but at least since he is so tall, the hem of his shirts usually don't extend past the top of his hips. So you're definitely seeing skin, maybe even pubes whenever he neglects to shave it, every time he has to bend down or reach for anything in any direction. You could also tell that he's always commando as the top of his crack usually showed and his massive ass checks bounced around like basketballs with every step and would spread apart like the red sea whenever he bent over.
There would be times when it would be so hot outside that he would peel his shirt off and his co-workers would all get to gaze at him in amazement whenever they got the chance throughout their work as the beads of sweat on his sun tanned muscles glistened in the sun. You could always smell his intoxicating yet clean smelling man musk whenever you got near him after an hour of working. Whether carrying 2x4's, climbing a ladder, kneeling to use the nail gun, it was always a sight to see.
It was clear that he had to be packing at least 10" because of the fat 7" soft dick print you could see waddling around in his loose fitting jeans or cargos between his massive quads every time he walked or made any abrupt motion. He was definitely the kind of man that made most straight men re-question their sexuality. He knew he was getting attention everywhere he went. So he figured he might as well take advantage of it wherever, whenever. There's no hiding an enormous statuesque guy like himself, so why bother trying to pretend like people aren't staring?]
I throw an arm around Fred's shoulder as he approaches just to give 'em a good shake. "Let's get focused, my man!" When we approach the stack of boards that need to be moved, Fred trips over a rock losing his balance and goes tumbling forward into the back of me, face first directly into the sturdy globes of my rear. It startled me, but I actually was proud of him for his risk in taking more of a direct approach showing more of an initiative than usual to go after what I know he wants.
FREDRICK
As I fall, I wrap my arms around his thighs with a tackling motion one hand landing on his quads, the other hand gripping onto his flaccid anaconda. And because he doesn't like wearing a belt while working, his baggy cargo pants go sliding down to his knees along with me, thrusting him over, his hands landing on top of the stack of boards exposing all of my hairless ass and crack, his puckered pink hole, bulging thighs, and dangling jewels for the world to see. The slight striation in his back and glute muscles up close made it all so surreal to me as I looked up. My head was spinning with arousal.
MASON
My ass was smooth and hairless, freshly shaven this morning feeling the morning breeze tickle my sensitive manhole that began to pulse in and out.
What just happened? One minute I was side hugging my work buddy, and the next minute I'm bent over with my pants to my knees and my asshole pointing straight to the heavens! For a split second I was a little pissed, but the breeze back there actually feels pretty nice and relaxing.
About 5 other workers including Bobby saw what had just happened and started to let out some whoops and hollers with some chuckles while pointing.
