Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2001 08:20:33 -0800 (PST)
From: C G <chubbygm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Constuction Guy

Author's Note: This story involves M2M sex between two consenting adults.
If you are not over the age of 18 or 21, which ever is the age of consent
in your area, then please leave now.



Never in my life did I ever imagine that I'd ever get lucky with someone as
hot as Ron.  He was well-built, ex-military, big dick, and fucked like a
dog.

I suppose before I go getting ahead of myself, I should back up and tell
this story properly.  I work in a computer lab at my college.  It's open 24
hours a day, and because I have nasty insomnia, I work the midnight shift.
It's perfect.  Hardly anybody ever comes in past 1 am, so from 1 to 7 am, I
get to sit on the computer surfing the net.  It works out good for me,
because I can use their computer to look at all the dirty porn.

Anyways, back when this happened, my school was having a new building
built.  The construction, like everything else, was behind schedule, so
there were usually a few guys working at night.  The beauty of the whole
thing was, I could see the whole site from where I sat when I worked.

One night, when things were really slow, and I hadn't had anybody in for
hours, I was watching the construction guy's work, as usual, when there was
a knock at the door.  It started me, because students have key cards they
use to open the door, so I'm not used to people knocking.  I got up to see
who it was.

I almost wet my pants when I opened the door.  It was one of the gods from
the construction site.  I stood in the doorway for a minute, gaping at him,
before he said, "Do you think I could use your bathroom?"

My heart fluttered.  This genuine piece of manly man wanted to use my
bathroom.  Oh my god, what could I say?  I wasn't supposed to let anyone
who wasn't a student or teacher in, but nobody would know, would they?

"Umm, sure."  I moved to let the sweaty hunk pass, but only leaving enough
space that he would have to rub against me when he did.  I could smell the
sweat that soaked his muscles, and it made my stomach flip flop.

"It's over there," I said, pointing towards a door in the back.  He went
back there and went in, but didn't close the door all the way.  I almost
died when I realized that there was enough of a crack in the door for me to
watch him piss.  I stood there, not being able to move, as he hauled out a
monster-sized cock, and a golden stream of piss began to flow.  My dick got
hard instantly.

The flow of piss slowed and then stopped, and I watched him shake it off,
and cram it back into his carpenter's jeans.  He zipped up, opened the
door, and headed for the exit.  "Thanks," he said.  I just nodded, still
feeling a little dumbfounded at my luck.

This same ritual continued night after night; he would come in, take a
piss, and leave.  A couple of times he would take a shit, but not often.
It became painfully obvious to me that he always left the door to the
bathroom open just enough for me to see.  So I decided to beat him at his
own game.

Then one night, I brought a web cam that I had lying around at home.  I
hooked it up to the computer with the best angle of the bathroom, and put
it online so that when Ron came in, the whole world would be able to him
take a piss.  It was great.  People would love it.  I had it all set up
when he came in.  As usual, he came in, did his business, and started to
leave.  Just as he was crossing the room, he noticed the camera.

"So, I see you decided to broadcast my bathroom activities," he said.
"Don't you think you should have asked me first?"

"Whatever," I said, "I didn't think you would mind since you were already
giving me the show.  I hope you aren't mad."

He smiled.  "Mad?  No, not mad.  I'm feeling a little exposed I guess, but
not mad."

I breathed a sigh of relief.  This guy could have easily kicked my ass.  "I
don't suppose you'd consent to give the audience a little more show, would
you?"

"Not tonight," he said, "but tomorrow night I'll take my dinner break
around this time, and we'll see what we can work out."  He smiled at me
again, then left.

I had to sit.  My knees were turning to rubber.  This perfectly good hunk
had just agreed to.what had he agreed to?  I guess I'd have to wait till
tomorrow to find out.

To Be Continued