Date: Thu, 6 May 2010 12:05:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: hitln16@aim.com
Subject: Construction Worker Dad: Part 1

Construction Worker Dad: Part 1
By Damien James
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                My father came home from work, his hairy muscles strained
and sweaty, like he usually does. He carried his big hairy body to the
bathroom to shower, his hands hard from work and his tool belt hanging
along his tough waist. After showering, I noticed his clothes were left in
the bathroom, so I made a quick decision.
                His underwear, soaked with the sweat of his manly ass and
balls sat perfectly centered on the floor. I could almost already smell the
musky odor lingering towards me, it was there for the taking. My own boy
pussy convulsed, quivering tightly as I retrieved the wet white fabric. I
heard his bedroom door open down the hall, as I quickly pocketed the
underwear heading for my room.
                My cock was bulging painfully against my pants. I brought
the smell to my nose. It smelled sweet but strong. I couldn't help rubbing
the area where his big balls would sit against my face. I wanted him.

                My dad would fuck whorey girls occasionally. I could hear
his hard banging from my room, even with the door closed. He was completely
relentless. If I met him later, he would take one of his big manly hands,
and feel up his wet cock. He always tried to get me to smell the mixture of
his cum and pussy he just fucked. It always made me mad, that these whores
who didn't deserve a load like his got his seed inside them.
                Recently he was beginning to question me about who I was
fucking.
                "You fucking any sluts?" he asked.
                "Dude, what the fuck. Don't worry about it," I
responded. He wouldn't drop it though. He told me to be home that night. I
didn't have to listen, but I was interested in finding out why. He came out
of his bedroom with a huge grin on his face. It seemed unnatural on his
hard manly face, which always seemed threatening.
                "I got a surprise for you," he said. I could hear someone
in his room, and peered in through the doorway. Some chick was sitting on
my dad's bed, her legs spread exposing her pussy underneath her short
skirt.
                "Dad, what the hell...," I said almost quietly. She began
touching herself and moaning as my dad padded me on the back.
                "I want you to get some pussy. It'll make me feel better,"
he said, patting me towards her with his hard slaps on my back.
                "I get pussy, I just don't need to talk about it," I
said. His face looked serious, as his intense eyes looked through me, his
nostrils flaring.
                "I believe you, but I still want you to fuck this slut," he
said to me. I could tell he was serious.
                I decided to fuck the slut, not because he wanted me to,
but because my fat cock was rock hard. I'm not a bitch myself, kind of like
my dad, so I wouldn't have had a problem disobeying him. The girl opened
her mouth wide, bringing her hands to my zipper. My dad helped her remove
my pants. My dad smiled, when he saw my cock standing straight out. I could
sense his own cock was hard too. Normally I would have gotten a look, but
was caught immediately by the woman bobbing her head up and down on my
dick, my dad helping guide her head down.
                Soon my dick was inside her, my dad lay next to me feeling
her chest and directing her how to fuck me "good". He sat up once he was
satisfied with how she was riding me, and I could see him standing behind
her, dropping his own pants. It happened very quickly, but soon I felt the
girl's hole become tighter, as my father entered her ass. I tried getting a
look at his fat cock, but couldn't. The chick was going crazy with her
moaning now; I guess my dad was like that. I tried to feel his manly legs,
but they were still covered in his jeans. We both came at about the same
time, and I felt his cock when it slid out spraying me with his seed. Some
of his cum dripped between my legs, and when I got up to go to the bathroom
after fucking, I made sure to direct it to my own hole. It was so hot and
thick, I could only crave more.
                After this, my dad congratulated me on "my first fuck",
even though I told him it wasn't.
                "I'm just happy to see you get your dick wet," he
said. That night we drank a lot. It was almost morning when we both dragged
ourselves up the steps to where our rooms were.
                "Help me," he said in his deep voice, stretching out his
arm for me to help him into his room. He hardly needed my help, he was a
huge guy. I was dying under the weight of his big muscles suspended over
me. I got him to the bed, where he was about to find balance and sit up.
                "You know, I'm really proud of you," he said. I didn't
answer him and we stayed in a minute of awkward silence. He felt up the
cover of his bed, and brought his big finger up to show me a thick looking
sticky liquid.
                "You think it's mine or yours," he asked me.
                "It might not be either of ours," I responded, and we both
laughed.
                "I'm glad you did me that favor. If there's anything you
ever want from me, whatever it is, I'll do it for you," my dad said to
me. This got me thinking, and I sat on the bed next to him. His manly body
towering over me. I began patting his shoulder, the large bones and muscle
hard under his warm flesh. My fingers slowly moved by themselves, as they
wondered down his hairy arm. He seemed to pull closer to me.
                "There is something I want," I said. I stare into his eyes
slyly. I looked down at his fat cock underneath his pants, licking my
lips. I don't think he noticed. We were both really drunk.
                "What," he asked, somewhat staring out into space.
                "Never mind," I said perceiving that he was getting tired,
ready to go at any minute. He lay back in his bed, slowly and drunkenly
pulling back his covers, and removing his pants and shirt. I was really
tired myself, and couldn't bring myself to move, already sitting back
comfortably next to his manly feet.
                The next morning I awoke to my father's large hairy body
wrapped around me. His legs crossed over my waist, his arms around my
shoulders. He had morning wood in his sleep, as did I. His hardness was
pressed against my ass cheek.
                "Dad, wake up," I said. He slowly opened his eyes.
                "Oh, morning," he said releasing his grip slightly. Now
that he was awake, I began moving my ass slightly, trying to get his cock
head to touch the area of my underwear that covered my never touched
asshole. He didn't seem to notice, but then I felt him move in one quick
motion, which felt like his cock was getting jacked by my ass crack. I was
somewhat scared, when he lifted his large muscled arm, and placed it around
my front, and in-between my legs.
                "Is there something you want to ask me," he whispered
harshly into my ear. I couldn't do anything except moan loudly, as he
pressed his large finger under the tight thigh band of my boxers, and swept
it between my crack.
                "I fucking knew it," he growled at me, ripping my boxers
down off my ass.
                "I'm sorry," I couldn't help moaning.
                "Don't be sorry about it," he said holding my neck against
the mattress his heavy massive weight against me. "Do you want me," he
leaned and whispered into my ear cruelly.
                "Yes," I said, feeling his large balls through his
underwear pressed against my ass. "Dad, I'm sorry," I said.
                "You really want your dad's cock inside you, you fucking
nasty slut," he taunted me. I nodded my head, wondering what he would do.
                "Then you can have it," he said spitting onto my cunt
hole. It was a large shot of slimy spit that hit my pussy with a slap. It
was so warm against hole. He started moving his body up and down, his heavy
fingers running along my taint and the opening of my cunt. He seemed to
laugh when he felt my hole.
                "This might be the tightest cunt I ever felt," he said,
caught up in the sight and inserting just the tip of his finger. I moaned
loudly, even the tip of his finger was stretching me completely, and I
wanted nothing more. My father was rubbing my pussy, and my taint with a
passion, completely wet under his own spit "Please fuck me," I screamed. He
immediately raised his body above me, and removed his cock from his
shorts. I couldn't see it but heard the waist band smack against his round
thighs.  As his large veined and massive cock fell into me with such a
large force that the entire bed shook, I awoke. I was where I fell asleep
last night, on the end of my father's bed. He was sitting up, looking at me
with an intense gleam in his eyes.
                "What?" I asked, noticing his large manly foot shaking me
to consciousness.
                "What were you dreaming about?" he responded grinning
evilly.
                "I don't remember," I said, wishing I could relive the
second where he entered me. "Why?"
                "You...were riding my leg pretty hard," he said. "Probably
thinking about that slut we fucked, huh". I could smell his sweaty hairy
legs and feet inches from my face. I noticed his big toe and how massively
round it was, probably thicker than some guys dicks. I wanted to sit on it
so bad.
                Suddenly I felt depressed, and got up quickly to go to my
room. My father was asking me something, but I could only ignore it. The
next week I responded to him similarly, trying to avoid any glimpse at his
big hairy body. He was probably concerned, but we were men and didn't talk
about stuff like that. He asked me if I wanted to fuck another slut, and
when I said no, he let the question go.
                That weekend, he had his friends from work come over to
watch a football game. They were all construction workers like him, not
that smart, but made up for it in large swelled muscular hairy flesh. They
were the kind of guys that wore plaid shirts, beat up jeans, and always had
a beer in hand, which added to their musky smell.
                I noticed his one friend Jack from the corner of the room;
we made short eye contact, as he eyed me down threateningly. I left the
room not sure how to take it. After many hours, it was very late and they
were all drunk beyond recognition. They were loud, throwing furniture, and
hitting each other around playfully. Even though they were all nice to look
at, I wanted my father too bad to notice anyone else. Until I had his cum
dripping around the inside of my pussy, I didn't want anyone else.
                I went to the bathroom to take a piss before going to
sleep. The door was locked, so I knocked lightly, but heard no reply. I was
getting angry that someone locked the fuckin door, when I got the key from
over the doorframe to unlock it. As I turned the knob and peered in, I saw
Jack fucking his hand relentlessly, his hairy ass visible under the back of
his flannel shirt.
                "What the fuck," he said in a drunken mumble, trying to
bring his jeans over his hard fat dick. He failed to cover his cock, which
stayed hard.
                "Sorry," I said, turning to leave the bathroom, as Jack
took hold of my arm, and lead me back inside. He pushed my back against the
door until it shut, as he stared into my face harshly.
                "You tryin ta see my dick, you fuckin faggot," he whispered
in his deep voice. I could see his eyes were very light, but still wincing
in a scary kind of way.
                "I swear I wasn't," I responded slowly, keeping my eyes
staring back at him directly. His large hand felt beaten and worn with
work, as he moved it up my arm slowly. I shuttered under the hot touch of
his tough hand, and the softness of the hair on his arm which grazed me
slightly.
                "Do you want my cock boy," he asked chuckling lightly, as
if it was a joke, his other hand over his jean covered man dick. I could
understand his not being completely up front about it, but I knew he wanted
his dick wet. I did want his cock. I always thought I would save my hole
for my father, but suddenly it didn't seem to matter, as this large manly
hand moved against my flesh harshly. He deserve a hole for his seed, like
the man he was.
                I didn't respond, but instead moved my hand between his
legs. I couldn't feel the shape, only that it was hard under his unzipped
jeans, which were still cover his hard dick. I got to my knees slowly,
guiding his pants of his legs. As I slid them off his hairy muscled legs, I
took it the hardness of his large thighs, huge set of hairy balls, his
large knees and calves. I removed his shoes quickly, before he could tell
me to leave them on him. His feet were sweaty, but in a sweet odor of manly
work sweat. I couldn't help looking up at his face, and entire massive body
towering over me. I really was his for the taking. He took hold of the side
of my face gently but very firm, as his finger opened my mouth for his
incoming cock.
                I could smell his sweaty taint, under his large ball sac. I
tried to take as much in as I could, gagging convulsively as he shoved his
hot hard meat into my throat. My saliva began dripping down my face
sloppily, as he humped my face, holding the back of my head with both
hands. I stayed bobbing for about five minutes, until I figured I had
better take in his balls before he blew. He smiled his lips lazily, as I
lifted his ball sac and stuck my nose into his sweaty hairy manly taint. He
indulged me for a little, before guiding me quickly back to his tool.
                Before I could even get my lips wrapped around Jack's cock
again, someone knocked hard on the bathroom door. Jack removed his cock
quickly, sobering up considerably, as he reached for his shoes and jeans in
a rush. I pocketed his underwear quickly behind my back. He searched for
them for a quick second before giving up.
                "Is someone in there," I heard my father yell loudly.
                "Say its you," I whispered to Jack, heading to the bathroom
window. He nodded, waiting for me to be half way out of the window, before
responding.
                "Give me a second," he said angrily, back into his
drunkenness. I fell into the hard soil, and ran to my bedroom window, but
it was locked. I realized I would have to go through the front door. One of
the men was leaving, I think his name was John. I ran quickly behind his
massive frame, unnoticed as I reentered my house. I looked behind me, and
noticed no one. When I turned my head back around, my father stood in front
of me.
                "Where the hell were you," he asked taking hold of my big
shoulder.
                "Ahh, does it matter?" I asked.
                "No, I guess not," he responded, looking around the hallway
confusedly. "Jacks pretty fuckin drunk, do you think you could drive him to
his trailer," he asked looking down at me.
                "I don't know. No one else will take him?"
                "I could ask someone else, but we were all drinkin".
                "Nah, it's cool, I'll take him real quick," I said getting
my keys, and nodding Jack over to leave.