Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2011 13:57:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Micheal Lee <mlee232425@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Hunter, Part 2

Author's Note: If it is frowned upon in your community to be reading
materials containing homosexual behavior, or if you personally frown upon
it, I recommend you leave now.

This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a young adult and
older men. The story is based upon true events, yet the characters are
idealized or simply fictitious. People in this story don't recognize
disease, the real world does. PLEASE? make safe choices.

If you liked the story below - Nifty's "Gym Shower Lust" Series is based on
the same main character and is by the same author, but follows different
and non-sequential plot lines.

Email me with comments and questions! Mikeylee23@yahoo.com

Daddy Hunter Part 2: Steve in the construction yard

** My name is Mike. I am about 5 ft 10 inches. 195 lbs with a football,
muscle and fat, build. I occasionally have a six pack, but usually I just
have a nice round belly. My biceps, pecs, and legs are huge though, and
I've received a decent number of compliments. In essence I could be a cub
if I were hairier. I've got decent 6 inch dick. I have short black hair in
a military buzz cut. The other thing you should know about me is that I
love sex. Particularly sex with daddies, coaches, etc. If it's a male role
model, I want to fuck him.**

	I happened to be driving with my friend, Brad on a warm summer
day. Brad's a bigger guy too. He's much less muscular than me, and slightly
chubbier. He has short, dark brown hair that he gels forward. He has soft
eyes and full lips. He's also really fucking hairy. In essence, he's a
cub. He's about 5 ft 11 inches and is around 190 lbs. Also, he's a big
fucking bottom. He loves riding huge dicks.

	It was approaching sunset, so Brad and I decided to start heading
home. I was crashing at his place so it wasn't too big of a
deal. Fortunately for us, we came across a construction yard.

	"Fuck, Construction guys are fucking hot man" Brad muttered as we
noticed the workers leaving the site at the end of the day.

	"Yeah dude. I bet most of them are gay, this way they can be around
guys all the time" I surmised.

	"You think so?" Brad retorted. He had a devilish grin in his eyes.

	I knew right away he was going to call me on my bet.

	"I dare you to go in there and fuck a random construction worker."
He stated.

	I didn't need to be told twice. My bottom was itching for more
dick, and beefy construction workers were just what I wanted. I parked the
car in the empty lot, and noted that there was one more truck left. I
walked towards the site casually. I wore a simple t shirt that stretched
across my big chest and belly. My shorts were basketball shorts, and
therefore knee length, but underneath I had my sexy white jockstrap which
framed my juicy ass.

	I spotted my prey right away. There was one worker left putting
away his tools. He was about mid thirties. He had buzzed, black hair and
seemed to be of Hispanic origin. He had a small goatee. He was muscular in
the arms and legs, as expected of construction workers, yet his belly
seemed bigger than most also, the perfect chub bear. I strolled over
casually before I struck up conversation:

	"Hey do you need any help?" I called out from a few feet away.

	He looked up in surprise. "No I'm ok, thanks." He called back,
returning to his tools.

	I walked to the point where I was next to him.

	"What are you doing here kid? Don't you know it's dangerous to be
here?" He asked as he continued to put his tools away.

	"I never really found anything dangerous." I responded in a smart
ass tone. "Besides, I was wondering if I could ask you for directions."

	The construction worker smirked and continued to put his tools away
into a big box. "Sure kid. What do you need to know?"

	"I was wondering, where is S_________ street."

	The big construction worker pointed. "About a mile that way."

	I bit my lower lip. This was proving to be way too difficult and
way too slow.

	"Thanks" I said. I then noticed that the tool box he was carrying
was very big and very heavy. "Need help carrying this shit?" I asked
casually, indicating to the box.

	He looked up at me in surprise, "If you could spare a hand, sure!"
He said, seemingly happier.

	Moving that box was a bitch. By the time we got it to his truck, I
was sweating desperately as was he.

	"I'm Steve, by the way" He said as we both panted to catch our
breath.

	"Mike" I responded. Taking his hand.

	"God damn, that box is big, made me sweaty as fuck" He responded,
looking at his own white wife beater that was now translucent with his own
sweat. "Fuck I need a shower"

	I nodded. Without a word, I took off my shirt. Through the corner
of my eye, I saw his eyes pop as he examined my chest. I didn't say a word,
but continued to fan myself.

	"Fuck you're a big kid" He responded as he continued to stare.

	"Thanks." I responded, blushing slightly. "I turned 18 a couple of
weeks ago."

	Steve laughed, but kept a close eye on my half naked body. "Well, I
bet you went out and got shit faced."

	"Nope!" I responded truthfully. "I went out to a sex shop and
bought this!" I stated dropping my pants in one swift movement revealing my
jock and my semi hard cock poking through the pouch and leaking precum.

	Steve's eyes bulged for sure. "Nice kid!"

	I smiled. I had him for sure. I pulled my shorts back on.

	Steve looked around for a second, before saying "Hey, can you help
me fix something in there?" He said, indicating to the construction area.

	"Sure" I responded nonchalantly. He smiled. The bulge in his pants
was fairly noticeable.

	I followed him into an area where they were erecting a wall. "Here,
can you help make sure this wall is stable?" He asked.

	"Fine" I said. I put my hands against the wall and spread my legs
slightly. I felt him press up behind me, his hard cock straining against
his jeans. His breath was at my ears.

	"That's right kid, just hold the position like this" He muttered as
he adjusted my hands against the wall and spread my legs further. "I can
pay you for helping me fix this wall".

	He pulled my shorts down, revealing my jock butt and my puckered
hole. He began to lick my ear and the back of my neck.

	"This good?" I asked, as I spread my legs farther and readjusted
myself against the wall.

	"Perfect, we'll get this wall figured out in no time" He growled as
he pulled down his own shorts and freed his cock. He ground his cock
against my butt, occasionally slipping his head through my crack, but never
penetrating me. His breathing grew deeper and deeper. His cock head was
leaking precum.

	"I want to fuck you so bad" He whispered.

	I turned around and fell to my knees before I took his entire cock
in my mouth. He screamed in ecstasy and began working his cock in and out
of my mouth. His dick wasn't huge, maybe 5.5 inches tops, but it was a
mouthful. I took his cock all the way down and slurped happily on his pole.

	"Fuck yea, my wife doesn't even suck dick like this. Fuck, suck my
cock you jock whore" He screamed as he began shoving his cock down my
throat, effectively face fucking me.

	I slurped on his cock as he continued to shove it deep into my
throat. Finally, he pulled me to his feet and spun me around. I leaned
against a stack of wood as he examined my hole. I looked back behind me and
saw him give me a devilish grin before he buried his face into my
cheeks. His tongue probed my hole like an expert. Before long, I was
moaning. My own 6 inch cock slipped out of the jock strap pouch and hung
freely, dripping precum onto the ground.

	"I can't take this anymore" He muttered as he stood up. He aimed
his cock head at my hole and pushed in with certain pressure. I bit my lip
as his dick punctured my sphincter. He wasn't rough, but he certainly
didn't take his time. He pushed forward farther and farther until I felt
his big belly come to a rest on my lower back. "You like my big dick in
you?" he muttered.

	I nodded, slightly dazed from the amount of meat he was putting
into me. He started fucking me slowly, first with slow strokes. I moaned as
he fucked me harder and harder. His breathing became rapid.

	"Fuck yourself on my pole, jock whore!" He shouted suddenly,
ceasing to move before delivering a stinging slap on my ass. I obeyed, and
began to push back and forth on his cock, fucking myself. I moaned harder
as my cock began to threaten to explode.

	Suddenly, I felt him stop. Sensing trouble, I looked up and saw
Brad staring at us.

	"Don't worry, he's one of us!" I responded, pulling Steve back to
my. I flipped myself onto my back. Steve kneeled down and reinserted his
cock into my ass, before continuing to fuck me.

	Brad arrived and pulled of his clothes, revealing his own 6 inch
cock. "hey guys, mind if I watch?" He asked as he began jerking.

	I moaned deeply as Steve got back into rhythm of fucking me. Steve
looked up at Brad and licked his lips. Brad smiled, and moved closer,
before inserting his cock into Steve's hungry mouth. Steve fucked and
sucked like a pro. I was panting as he fucked me on my back while Brad
savored Steve's expert work with cock. Brad pulled out suddenly and gave me
an evil grin.

	"Hey, want to spit roast this muscle whore?" Brad asked Steve.

	Steve's eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded yes. Steve picked
me up and put me on my knees, leaning forward. Brad stood in front of me
and shoved his hard cock into my waiting mouth. I swirled my tongue around
his thinner cock, enjoying the taste of his meat. Meanwhile, Steve
re-entered my ass, and began fucking again.

	As Steve fucked me, I felt his hands wander around my back, feeling
the tensed muscles.

	"I'm going to breed you, muscle boy" He growled. Sure enough, I
felt him tense up and his dick spurt load after load of cum into my used
hole.

	Brad pulled out of my mouth and moved to my rear. The cum was
already beginning to spill out, so Brad didn't waste time with lube. He
shoved his cock into me, causing me to gasp in pain. He fucked me
mercilessly.

"Brad stop! You're hurting me!" I screamed out in pain.

"Shut the fuck up jock whore!" He replied as he continued to pound me.

Meanwhile, Steve moved to the front and put his softening cock into my
mouth to clean it off. Even soft, Steve's cock was a mouthful, effectively
gagging me from screaming as Brad continued to fuck me.

	Thankfully, Brad didn't last long before he dumped his hot load
into my ass.

	I lay there on my side, two loads leaking out of my ass and my own
hard on leaking onto my stomach. Steve put his jeans back on and took out
his wallet. He gave me a smile. I smiled back. "Here's my card, call me
when you guys are in town. And here's 50 dollars for the wall" He said,
dropping the bill and the card on my chest.

	Steve left without another word. Brad looked down at me, a grin
painted across his face.

	"Fuck you man, you never fuck me. You're a bottom, why'd you go so
rough" I muttered, half joking from my dazed state. Cum continued to ooze
out of my used hole as it formed a river on the ground.

	"I know" He responded simply. He sat down and pulled me to a
sitting position, resting against him. "But I just got the best idea ever."

	I was too fucked to understand, but his eyes gleamed. I closed my
eyes and entered a daze. I felt Brad's mouth on my hard cock?

Here we go.



Daddies hunted to date: 2

Total Profit: $70


** End of Part 2**

If you liked the story, have comments, suggestions, or even ideas, PLEASE
email me! I would love to get some feedback! This is certainly not the end
of the story, there are more daddies to be hunted. ?