Date: Fri, 28 May 1999 18:11:20 CDT
From: Construction man <work_bear@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tool rental stud, part 2

I hope you enjoy another part of one of my best days...

Tool Rental Stud, part 2

In the first part of this story, I went to the tool rental store for a
power auger just as it was closing. I encountered a hot, red headed stud
and we got our rocks off on the office couch. In this part of the story, we
are just leaving the store...

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I lifted the gas powered auger into the back of the Jeep and pulled my cap
down so it wouldn't blow off. You ready to go? I asked.

"Yup, just lockin' up."

Let's roll, I said. I started the engine as my new fuck buddy swung into
the seat next to me.  You just ride'n? Don't need your car? I said.

"Hope'n more to be ridden, but just goin' along for whatever comes
up. Figure you'll take me where I need to go."

I fired up the engine, backed up and started off down the road.

I looked over at him and flashed a shit eatin' grin. Didn't your mama tell
you never to go with strangers?

"You aren't much of a stranger. Strange -- maybe, but not a stranger. By
the way, what the hell's your name anyway?"

Well, my full name is Jonathan, but I prefer Jon.

"Got a last name?"

Yeah, Cox. Jon Cox. Short name, huh? Think it fits me?

"Hardly! A guy with a piece of meat like that... part of it fits -- Cox. Is
a huge dick hereditary you 'spose?"

I suppose it could be. Never researched it. You suppose genealogy people
keep measurements? I said, laughing. What should I call you?

"Well, they used to call me Red when I was a kid, but my real friends call
me Bee."

Let me guess, because you've got huge balls?

He laughed, "Well, I suppose they could, Bee is kind of a long story. My
full name is Bradley. Most people just use Brad though.

Works for me, I said, as I pulled up to the gas pump outside a little
grocery store on the way home. I shut off the engine.

Well Brad, I need to get us something to eat, why don't you gas up the Jeep
while I get us some grub.

"Sure thing, can do."

The little grocery store had a good butcher shop, and I got some steaks and
some produce for supper. Took it all up front to settle up at the cash
register. The clerk rang it up, and I didn't think he got the gas Brad had
put in the Jeep. The clerk was too busy giving me the once over. I paid,
and left him the change. We took off towards home.

We were driving along just shootin' the shit, and quickly got to the lake
house.

"Nice house, yours?"

Nope, my uncle's. Just using it for the next couple of weeks. I hit the
garage door button and drove in, killed the engine and put the door down
behind us. I got out and grabbed the auger from the back of the Jeep as the
door was closing.

I guess I need to get a new light bulb for the opener, huh? The door
finished closing and there was only a few shafts of sunlight coming in
around the garage door. There was enough light to see, but not much more.

"You need some help with that?

Nope -- I got it, I said, and I sat it down, leaning it up against the
garage wall.

I heard him say "I'll lend you a hand", and there was one pulling my nylon
running shorts off my cock and balls. I felt the cool air flow past my
package as a hand clamped down on one tit and full wet lips licked and bit
the other through the thin fabric of my tank top. I've never been one for
tit action, but this was like an electric shock to my pecker. My cock
started to grow, and was soon being milked like a prize cow at the county
fair. I'd just cum about a half hour ago, and I couldn't believe I was
getting hard again.

You are one horny son of a bitch, I said.

Lifting off from chewing on my tit, he said -- "Like you're not, you hard
peckered bastard."

I had sex shivers running through my whole body. My knees were weak. Let's
go in the house. I said, with the words just creaking out of my throat.

Instead, Brad dropped to his knees and started licking my cock. All around
the sensitive underside. Licking with his rough tongue on my sensitive
pecker tip, all the while pulling down on my balls. I reached down and put
my hands on his head and guided him closer, unconsciously rocking my hips,
starting to fuck his face with long, full strokes. My dick was quickly
getting hard, but right now it hung down in a long graceful arch. He leaned
his head back, and it just slipped down his throat like it belonged there.

I could fell his tongue on my nut sack as my cock shaft bottomed out on his
lips. There was just a wonderful tight feeling as my growing head went down
his throat. In, then out, then in again.

I had a hand over each ear, with my fingertips wrapped around his entire
head, buried in his short red hair. I cradled his head in my hands. His
mouth and throat were like a glove for my hardening prick. I was guiding
his head as I rocked my hips. My velvety cock slipped in and out, over and
over again. I took long slow, smooth strokes so he could breathe, almost
all the way out, then all the way in again. My dick was quickly at full
hardness, and was fighting its way up toward my belly. The increased
pressure on the top of my cock head made my legs twitch in an involuntary
way, like a dog when you tickle him in just the right spot.

His hands were all over my ass cheeks, then on my nuts, then running up and
down my hairy legs. I leaned my head back and just growled while I fucked
his face like an animal. I was fucking him rough, yet holding his head in a
gentle way.

We really need to go in, I said, I've got to get your cock in my mouth.

I pulled all the way out and backed up. I was rock hard and my cock was
pointing straight up. I didn't want to blow a load just yet. I extended my
hand to pull him to his feet.

"I hope you don't mind if I try to bury that thing." he said, as he
continued to milk my slippery wet cock with his hand.

In the back yard?

"Well -- in my back end would be better."

We went into the house, and I just left my cock and balls out, swinging
free. I kicked off my shoes inside the door, and peeled off my muscle
shirt.

"You got another pair of jogging shorts?"

Sure, I'll go get them. Hell, I forgot the groceries in the Jeep, can you
get them?

"Sure, no problem."

I went in the bedroom to get him some shorts. I came back to the kitchen as
Brad came in from the garage. I twirled the shorts on my finger as he
padded across the kitchen floor buck naked.

HELL YEAH! I said, who needs clothes? I said, as I stepped out of my
shorts.

"Good idea, I can look you over better this way."

I walked over to the counter where he'd put the groceries, took the whole
sack and sat it in the refrigerator. I just opened the door, pushed what
was in the way in the corner and shut the door. You can't really think
about putting away groceries when you've got your mind on some serious
wood.

"You are one hairy, big dicked stud. Such a total fucking turn on!"

Yeah, well I haven't met anyone like you in a long time either, I said. I'd
just about turned celibate til today. I turned around to look at Brad. He
was hard muscles everywhere, but my eyes were drawn to his balls like a
magnet. They were just plain huge. His cock hung down over them, pushed
ahead by their sheer size.

He had a perfect triangle of hair over his entire chest that tapered to a
thin trail over his hard flat stomach. In contrast to me, his arms didn't
have much hair at all, but his legs were hairy with red hair that layed
flat. He wasn't completely hard and neither was I but I wanted to drill him
right on the spot.

How the hell does a guy get balls that big? I asked.

"How the hell does a guy get that much dick and hair? he shot back.

Don't know, and I guess I don't care. I'm just up for some action. I'm
going to step in the shower for a minute, then get something started to
eat.

"I'm with you."

I went through the bedroom into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and
stepped in. Brad joined me, and we soaped each other up. The shower was
really too small for both of us. I took a handful of shampoo and washed
Brad's cock and balls.

He turned toward the wall of the shower and I stood behind him, stroking
his long hard meat. I reached under his balls and massaged them till he
groaned. I leaned up behind him and my own cock was tickling his asshole. I
laid my body right up next to his and pressed the head of my cock up behind
his nutsack while I pulled on his cock. My dick was long enough to poke his
monster nuts up and I ran the head back and forth under his nutsack, trying
to wrap my hand around his cock and my nuts at the same time. Too much meat
to handle.

I switched to his cock. He was hard and full. We kept this up for a while,
then I reached around and chewed on his stiff eraser nipple. I felt him get
harder, and I thought he was going over the edge. He pulled away and turned
around to face me.

"I don't want to come yet" and he grabbed the soap and lathered up my pole,
which was pointed straight up. He stepped up close and rubbed our cocks
together with his rough, callused hand around both of them. Just the mental
image of our cocks so close together made me so horny that I thought I'd
blow, but he knew it and stopped. We both leaned back, almost short on
breath.

I looked over at him in the small space. The words Let's do it creaked out
of my throat. His eyes told me he wanted it as bad as me.

I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I
threw him one. We dried off, and just looked at each other like we didn't
know what to do next.

"You got supplies?" he said, his nostrils flared as his fuck stick pointed
straight out.

You bet, I said.

We walked into the bedroom. I got a rubber and some astroglide out of my
bag. I brought this along in case I got lucky. I had no idea I'd get this
lucky.

I sat on the edge of the bed to tear open the trojan, and he was on his
knees and on my cock just like in the garage. I was still hard from the
shower anyway, and it didn't take more than about three licks of his tongue
to bring me to full power. His head was between my thighs, and I could feel
his stubbly face on the inside of my legs. He looked up at me with his head
between my legs and said, "Fuck me hard, Cox"

I didn't have to be told twice. I rolled on a rubber and lubed up my fuck
stick. He climbed on the bed and got up on all fours. I squeezed out plenty
of lube, rubbed it around his hole and all over his nutsack and rock hard
pecker.

Son of a bitch, doggy style! My favorite! How'd you know?

"Stop talkin' and start fuckin. I'm so fuckin' hot pervin' on your whole
package I could cum right now."

I got up on my knees and pressed my cock head up against his ass. No
fingers, no nothing. I just leaned up, reached around and got ahold of his
cock, which was pointing straight down. I had used about a half a tube of
lube, and he was no virgin. I put some pressure on my stick, felt a little
resistance, then right in past his second ass ring and I slipped in almost
to the hilt.

I thought this would be a shitty fuck, but I didn't care. I leaned over his
back, and humped with my hips rather than rocking on my knees. He put his
head down on the bed, arms straight out. I moved on to his tits, and
twisted them like knobs on a radio. I took short driving strokes to drive
my shaft all the way in. He groaned with every stroke. I wanted our balls
to slap together, my low hanging free swingers banging into his big full
nut pouch till they were both black and blue.

Brad was groaning like he was in pain, but I knew it was something else. I
hit bottom, and then straightened up and started taking longer strokes. My
prick had never been harder, and it had been that way so long that my balls
were starting to ache.

I reached around and got ahold of his cock again. I could feel it's veiny,
slippery shaft in my hand, it was like an extension of my own. I ran my
hand down over his balls, feeling my own balls hit his on each down
stroke. I was stroking his shaft almost friction free, and I picked up the
speed, working on a polish job on the knob end of his big tool. He started
groaning, and I could feel some drops of cum start dripping off the end of
his crank. I kept polishing the end and then taking longer strokes just
under the pecker tip where it feels soooo good. I felt his asshole tighten
up and I knew I was close too. I leaned all the way in, trying to rub the
top of his tight prostrate with my cock tip and shaft. I used his ass nut
to rub hard on my own magic spot. I picked up the speed of my short strokes
as I raced for the finish line. If it weren't for the lube, I know there
would have been smoke from all the friction. My cockhead was bouncing over
his swollen butt nut like I was driving a nail.

I felt his rod blow a load in my hand, and I slowed down my thrusts to milk
him dry. He shot come everywhere. It was like a fire hose. I changed my
technique to milking his whole cock. I was just right on the edge from the
spasms in his ass, but I wanted to wait till he was done to pop my own
nuts. I put my hands on his hips and started with longer strokes, wanting
to find the sweet spot in his ass that would carry me over the edge.

He started to lay down. I followed him down, still trying to get off. I was
pissed that he'd denied me going over the edge. I wanted to pop my nuts
deep in his wonderful ass.

"Let me suck you off" I heard.

I wanted to get off so bad -- but I pulled out and balanced on one knee
while I pulled off the rubber.  He rolled over and I climbed up on his
broad chest and leaned up to feed him my cock. Brad took ahold of it with
one hand and took my balls with the other. I was yearning to get off, and I
was more aggressive this time. He opened his mouth, and I pushed my hips
ahead to fill it with my dick meat. Instead, he pulled back on my balls,
letting me get just the head past his lips. I wanted to ram my whole cock
as deep in his throat as it would go, to fuck him hard for not letting me
get off in his sweet ass.

I had been so close, right on the edge, and he knew it. He kept his tongue
right behind my cock tip, then right on the two little tipletts. He was
roughly stroking my whole shaft at the same time, and I was back on the
edge in seconds. I could feel him pulling on my nutsack, and I leaned ahead
and put my hands on the head board so my whole body was arched over his
face. I was up on my knees, and pivoted on them with very short fast
strokes as just the tip of my cock went in and out over his lips.

He started to twist the shaft and ran a finger behind my bag just ahead of
my hole, pressing on my prostrate. That was all it took, and the cum
started boiling up in my balls. I froze while he got to just the right spot
for a mind numbing explosion.  Just like before, Brad knew just what to do
to keep me cumming and cumming till I was drained.

Totally spent, I straightened out and turned to lay down beside Brad. He
was covered in cum, his and my own. It didn't matter.

Man, I'm whipped. I haven't had sex this good in years, maybe never. He
grinned back at me, my cum running down the side of his face.

I looked up at the ceiling, then over at my red headed hairy fuck buddy,
who was looking up at the cieling too. I closed my eyes for a second, and
then I was out like a light.

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Comments? Drop me a line at work_bear@hotmail.com

Thanks for those that have. This was one of the best days I've had, and
there's more to tell.