Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2016 17:47:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Construction Tool

Construction Tool

By Simon Peter

I come back from class. It's just before 2 in the afternoon and I'm horny
and hungry. I drop my stuff on the bed and strip, go into the shower, and
come out ten minutes later wrapping a towel around my waist, my dick
tenting in a semi-erection. I make myself a tuna sandwich and grab a cold
beer from the fridge. I sit back and think about this chick in class. She
has got me all horned up today. She is cute, petite, dark hair, black eyes,
hot slim girl-figure with nice hips and not too big a bust. She usually
wears jeans and cotton shirts, but today she is wearing a short skirt. God,
those legs! She is wearing a tight top with a v-neck showing cleavage. Her
tits look firm and hot inside the top. I had to restrain myself from
tearing that top off and starting on her hot tits with lips, tongue and
teeth.

Shit! My cock hardens. I munch on my sandwich and sip the beer. I'm so very
horny. I don't have a current girlfriend and my boyfriend has been away at
his grandparents', visiting for a week. My balls are so full of cum that I
feel I can burst any minute. It's true, I masturbate. But fucking is
totally different. When I jerk off, I know exactly what gives me the most
pleasure. It's when I ejaculate that I miss having someone around to share
it with. Alone, after shooting, there is this kind of emptiness, this
now-what-will-I-do feeling. With a partner, it's the cuddling, the rubbing,
the kissing, after exploding inside a pussy or an ass: these are such
fulfilling moments for me, and they count for a lot in my love-making.

My thoughts wander as I get hornier and hornier. I finish my sandwich.
Reaching for my cigarettes, I light one up and carry my beer out onto the
balcony. It's warm and the breeze hits my bare hairy chest and under the
towel around my hairy balls, tingling. Yes. I'm a hairy guy, not a bear in
the real sense, but with a thick patch of chest hair, a trail down my
stomach to my thick pubes around my cock base, black and curly. I also have
a hairy crack and thighs and legs. I am an ok-looking guy, with a light
beard.

As I sip the last of the beer, I watch a crew of construction workers on a
site next to our building. There are 5 or 6 of them and they are all sort
of attractively built-as you would expect construction workers to be:
muscles and sweat, a fantastic combination. Two of them have their shirts
off and are working in nude torso, to me a real eye candy. My balls
stir. Fuck! I'm so horny. I fantasize about going down there with just my
towel around my waist, tenting with my erection, and ask them if they
needed any entertainment. Oh, man! I have this hyper-sexual mind. I can't
control my fantasies.

As you can tell, I am bisexual, more of a top with guys although I have had
a few bottom-experiences. I have a nicely sized cut cock of around 20
centimeters (8 inches) when erect. I am not a "big" guy, but I do have a
slim, fit body with a flat stomach and shapely thighs.

My eyes wander over the workers as they move around the site. One of the
nude-torso guys moves away from the others and walks behind a
partially-constructed wall that separates him from the others. I can see
him fully from my balcony one floor up, but he is hidden from the others.
My eyes widen as I watch him glance around and then unzip his baggy shorts,
pull down the waist band of his jockey briefs, take out his dick and let
out a hot stream of piss. I can hear him exhale with satisfaction as he
lets out his urine. I stare, unable to remove my eyes. I am not too
particularly keen on kinky sex.

I am more of a vanilla guy. But the sight of this very hot man, almost
naked, with his dick out, urinating, sends shivers throughout my body and I
can feel my towel tenting, the hardness of my erection straining against
the fabric.

The guy bends his neck backwards, with his eyes shut, as he continues his
piss. I am still staring. When he opens his eyes with his head raised, he
sees me. With a start, he moves to try to cover himself, but stops when he
notices my gaze and interest, as well as my tented bulge. Still looking at
me, he rubs his pissing dick. Fuck! Man, this is beyond hot! As he forces
the last drops out of his penis, he is already half erect, his dick
elongating snake-like in his hand. I breathe heavily, my heart thumping
inside my bare chest. He finishes, and still looking at me, he tucks his
semi-erect cock inside his shorts, smiles, and walks back toward the other
men to resume his work. I think I detect a wink, but that could be in my
imagination.

I am mesmerized. Stunned, actually. I have been turned on by a man peeing
out in the open. That is sick! Fuck! I am sick! What am I thinking watching
this guy taking a leak and getting all excited like this?

In a daze, with my own erection straining against the towel, I wobble back
inside. I must take control of my lustful desires. They are starting to
take hold of all my rational actions. Starting? Actually, I have always
been sex-starved, as far back since when I started getting erections at the
tender age of 12. But this? Oh, wow.

I stroke myself. No! I force my hand away from my engorged cock and go back
under the shower. As I emerge from the shower, I start to consider that I
should find a sexual release other than the palm of my hand. In the
bathroom mirror, I look at my body and enjoy the fact that I am a fit guy.
I admire the chest hair patch and the trail down to my thick pubes, not in
a narcissistic way, but more in a lustful way!

There are the single pubs around. Hmmm. A possibility. But I will have to
go through all kinds of motions and wasted time before I can find my
so-needed release.

The door buzzer goes off. Who can it be? Randy, my boyfriend, is away. My
other friends always call before they drop by. They all know that since I
am living by myself I will inadvertently have some kind of company. No one
has barged in on me unannounced before.

"Who is it?" I ask into the interphone.

"Ah..." a male tinny voice answers through the speaker. "I work on the
construction site around the corner and, ummm... could I please ask to use
your bathroom?"

I start. Could it be the same guy? The guy that has been pissing and
stroking his dick and looking back at me? My balls twitch. It can't be. But
there is one way to find out. I buzz him in. Moments later, he is at my
door, and yes, it's the same guy. He looks younger up close and he is now
wearing his shirt, unbuttoned, showing his smooth chest and sneaks of his
nipples. Somehow, this turns me on more than his naked torso that I have
watched before. I let him in.

"I'm sorry, man," he says apologetically, stepping in. "I had to barge in
on somebody. It's number 2 and I really have to go."

"It's fine," I manage to croak. My cock is already stirring. "Over there,"
I point out to the bathroom.

"It's probably still steamy and wet because I have just stepped out of the
shower."

He says as he walks over to the bathroom, "And what do you think the
construction site is like other than steamy and wet?" He laughs.

With him in the bathroom, I start musing. What am I thinking? I am
crazy. This guy needs to take a dump. There is nowhere for him to go. He
has seen me on the balcony and knows that I am home and that I have seen
him on the site. He's just going to finish his business, thank me, and
leave.

My other mind is speeding along a totally different route. I will have my
fuck buddy after all, it tells me.

No, I tell it back. This can only happen in porn flicks. Get real, for
Crissakes!

The guy comes out of the bathroom, buttoning his shorts. "Phew," he
grunts. "That was close. Thanks, buddy. I didn't think you were going to
let me in, a total stranger," he continues with a smile as he walks towards
me. "But I thought if I didn't at least try I was going to soil my fucking
shorts." He laughs.

I laugh back, a bit nervously, nodding understandingly. "No problem,
man. Glad to be of service."

He stands there as I expect him to thank me again and leave. But he doesn't
move. He is still smiling and my heart beats faster. He glances at my
crotch and raises an eyebrow. "You seem to be missing someone?" he comments
as he notices my bulge, maintaining his smile.

I look down at my own crotch, and sure enough, it is bulging! He slowly
reaches out and touches me, down there! Oh, fuck me! This can't be
happening. I moan. He moves closer, his chest is so inviting under his open
shirt. I touch the smooth skin and move my hand to his nipple. He grabs my
hardness tighter and moans louder. Suddenly, we are holding each other and
kissing like a couple of fucking teenagers. Fuck, he's hot. And a fantastic
kisser! He develops an erection and presses his shorts onto my towel. We
are both moaning and grinding on each other.

I lead him to the bed. He takes off his shirt and I am stunned by his
beautiful torso now seen so close.

He is not totally smooth. There is a light patch of hair in the middle of
his chest and a few hairs around his nipples. His trail starts at his navel
and continues down under his shorts. I reach out and unzip him, pulling the
shorts down. His dick is hard and outlined sideways inside his jockeys. I
trace it lovingly. Oh, boy, thank you, God, my prayers are coming true. I
am actually getting a fuck! And what a hunk!

He tears away my towel and my dick springs vertically, throbbing and
glistening. I flop down on the bed on my back, my legs dangling down the
side. He kneels between my spread thighs and starts licking on my chest,
tonguing the hair, around the nipples, under my hairy pits, down the trail
towards my thick, curly pubes. His hands are moving up and down my thighs,
into the insides, up to the base of my balls.

My whole body is on fire. I can smell the mixed scents of my soapy body and
his sweat. He leaves spit all over me, slobbering and licking.

Emitting loud moans, he finally takes me into his mouth. I buck up to meet
his lips. He works the head slowly with his lips and tongue and I am dying,
stretched flat on my back. He sucks on my dick shaft. As he goes halfway
down the shaft, he chokes and pulls off, looking up at me, his mouth
glistening with spit.

"Fuck, you're big!" he croaks.

"Eat me, buddy!" I croak back, shivering with desire and lust.

He goes back to my dick, giving it all his attention. This time he manages
almost all the way down to the base before he gags again and pulls off. He
works the head again, his hand cupping and kneading my balls, his other
hand running up and down my chest and squeezing my nipples. I arch up to
get more meat into this warm and wet mouth. He bobs up and down the shaft,
taking more of it with each gulp until he finally purses his lips around
the base, my cockhead buried deep in his tight throat. Electricity courses
throughout my body.

I feel the juice build up in my balls. I so want to explode far down into
his stomach, but I quickly pull him off my throbbing cock and make him
slide up on top of me. I'm already sweating, so is he. I meet his panting
wet mouth with mine and invade it with my tongue. His erection presses on
mine, all slick and covered with spit. He grinds up and down my cock shaft
with his hard penis, slicking us both, cocks dry-fucking on each other.

My hands move from the back of his neck down to his back, his waist, his
firm butt. I can feel the taut man-muscles ripple under my fingers. I cup
his butt cheeks and press him closer onto me. Our naked bodies, all sticky
and sweaty, slide on each other as we kiss deeply, moaning with lust. He
grunts when he feels my hands caressing his butt cheeks, my fingers running
up and down his hot crack. His crack is wet with sweat and I massage him
from the back of his balls to the top of his crack with my fingers,
kneading his twitching hole and prying it loose. He pushes back on my
finger and I slide the tip of it inside him. He pushes his tongue deeper
into my mouth and squeezes his rim muscle on my finger.

We break the kissing, and as I slide more of my finger into him, I whisper
in his ear: "You never really wanted to use my bathroom, did you?"

He holds still for a short moment, exhales, his ass twitching around my
finger like crazy.

"No," he responds in a quivering voice.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"The way you looked at me as I peed? It made me very hot. And I could
notice your bulge under the towel. So..."

We resume the kissing and the humping and fingering. After a while, he sits
on my lower belly, reaching backward to grip my cock. I look down and watch
him raise his butt and place my cockhead at his hole, one hand guiding me,
the other pressing on my thigh. His chest is glistening with sweat and his
balls rest heavily on my belly.

I am more than ready. My cock is so slick and his hole is so wet that it
takes no time for him to slide down on the whole rod. I fist his hard dick,
feeling my cock slip into his ass. He arches his back and starts riding me,
moaning and grunting, his eyes shut, his head thrown back. I reach up and
caress his neck, down to his chest. As I start thrusting up to meet him
halfway, I raise myself on my elbows and bite his nipples. He cries and
rides me harder, slamming his butt down on me. I thrust up into him faster,
deeper. He has both of his hands pressed down on my chest. I look at his
face and see the lust and desire as I plow his ass. He drools and spit
drips on my chest. I watch as his abs contract with every thrust of my
cock.

Suddenly, his first squirt hits me straight in the face, hot and strong,
splashing my face cheeks, my nose, my mouth. The fucker starts shooting his
wad without even touching himself, his dick jerking amazingly with every
squirt. I grab his cock and stroke him fiercely, my cock deeply buried
inside his delicious body. Squirt after squirt shoot out of his cock all
over me as he bucks and moans. His hot semen covers my face, my neck, my
hairy chest.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, FUCK," he exclaims repeatedly, panting. With the
last squirt he drops on top of me almost unconscious. I increase my fucking
tempo holding his waist as his weight presses on me. My cock thickens and I
am more than ready for the explosion. Deep inside him, I feel my sperm
ejecting out of my throbbing rod. He cries out when he feels the warmth of
my juice hit his insides. I thrust once and hold still again, squirting;
thrust and hold still, squirting more. He plants his mouth on mine and
sucks on my lips as I try to breathe. I feel like being sucked dry by both
his ass and his mouth. All my juices are emptying into his body.

Finally, I'm spent. My cock flexes in his fuck hole and he moans. I can
smell his now strong man-sweat, masculine and just-fucked
scent. Regretfully, I slide out of him. He is still laying on top of me,
mouthing my lips, my face, my eyes, my chin, all over my face, licking off
his own cum.

Then he rolls over and lies on his back, panting, sweating, with a smile on
his face.

"I somehow knew it would be hot sex with you, but not like this. I'm Ricky,
by the way," he laughs and extends his hand over his belly and takes
mine. We shake.

"And I'm Eddie," I respond. He wipes off some of his cum and our sweat from
my chest and rubs it on my semi-erect cock.

"And I have already met this hot fucker!" he squeezes on my penis.

"Careful, Ricky," I warn him. "You keep this up and Junior here will be
awake and ready for action again!"

"Oh, yea?" he says huskily, and starts stroking me using the cum and the
sweat to lube my shaft. My cock immediately responds in his fisted hand and
hardens. He looks at it with wonder, then bends and kisses the mushroom
head, licking on the cum remains.

Needless to say, what follows is even hotter than what has preceded. I have
gotten more than what I have been fantasizing about. I fuck him once more,
on his back this time, and by then he is hard. When I settle after shooting
my second load up his ass, he pushes me backwards, spreads my legs, and
enters me. His cock is not as thick as mine and he slides in to the
hilt. Holding my ankles high, he pounds into me until he spills his second
load inside my body.

We rest, our bodies full of each other's sperm. He spends the night with me
and we go at it a few times before the sun rises. The next day, we stay in
and fuck some more. By noon, both of us are so tired and sore, front and
back, that we decide to cool it for a while. The "while" turns out to be 45
minutes, during which I order a pizza and we eat it. Then we are back
sucking and fucking. We go out for a bite to eat and a drink in the
evening, after a huge fuck session in the showers. We can't wait to get
back to fuck some more, which we do till the first morning light. I take
him in all the positions I can think of and a few of his own that I try for
the first time!

Both of us, however, manage to get a couple of hours of sleep, after which
Ricky showers and leaves for work. I watch him from the balcony all day
long. I can't wait until he knocks off work and rings my buzzer.