Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2010 16:24:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story Submission: Gay-Encounters-Skinhead-Construction 13

Skinhead-Construction 13

Continued from Skinhead Construction 12:
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"And cameras are off", Josh announced

The next morning Josh dropped me off at home where I spent most of Saturday
sleeping off my horrendous hangover and nursing my sore body. My chute was
sand-papery sore and I was shitting red off and on just like David said I
would. Though my hole was raw from being gang-fucked not just my first
splitting open from of Young Skin Punk Josh's beer can of a cock. My jaw
muscles felt stiff and the taste of dick lingered in my mouth no matter
what I did.

It was a lost weekend. Lights off, sleeping, getting stoned, sleeping,
jacking off to the cool mystery dude gang-fuck movie link that the Josh
emailed me. Great, my bitch ass is now all over the internet getting
gang-fucked by a group of leather hooded studs. Damn, did I take that cock
from Mr. Long? And who the fuck was he anyway? At least my face as hidden
except for the word "BOOTS" scrawled on my back in black marker. What a
bunch of assholes I hooked myself up with.

The first week at my new job at the construction site was hell. While it
was sexual Disneyland with lots of snow white from the seven dudes my body
was not up to the hard work of a construction site in summer. My young
frame had been used to driving a chair in an office. I got sunburned the
first day and put to work being everyone's grunt. I spent days picking up
scraps of wood and throwing them into neat piles, then cutting them up into
14.5" lengths for fire-blocking. Then I hauled endless debris to the trash
container, swept sawdust out of the houses under construction........over
and over and over. All the while I got hazed and whistled at like a bitch
with big titties by some of the studs working around me. "Hey BOOTS! Come
give me a piece a that sweet ass!" or "Hey BOOTS, I hear you like sucking
dick!" The best one was when the guys all got together to present me with a
pair of new knee-pads. Neet.

Though I was supposed to be training to be assistant to the foreman, I was
paying my dues in more ways than one. The only bright spot was the daily
hook-ups in the office trailer with my boss David the Skinhead Construction
Stud and his little brother the Josh the Young Skin Punk. There was also
the off-the-reservation sneak offs the to dark corners of the construction
site with some of the other guys I already had "gotten to know" over the
previous weekend to give them a quick blow-job or let them dump a load in
my nicely shaved man cunt.  Some of them were straight and even married,
but had no qualms about secretly getting their nut in one of my holes.

Aside the grunt work beating my body up, I felt like this gig was going to
be pretty good. While I went college to sit in the office and run the
world, being out in the sun and using that education to become a master at
building it was well more fun. And days peppered with some of the hottest
dudes on earth shoving their raunchy dirty cocks in my mouth, wrapping
their sweaty hairy arms around me, brushing the back of my neck with their
rough whiskered faces and planting me with lots of warm manseed were things
I was eager to get out of bed for at 5 o'clock in the morning like never
before.

To skip ahead a couple months, I had gotten my driver's license back from
having lost it for a year from a DUI. David sold me his 20 year old Chevy
truck for $1000, giving me wheels to get to and from work with, as well as
use on the job. It's an old POS, but it passed smog and starts up in the
morning. He now has to suffer with his new Ford F-350 Super Duty
diesel. What a dick.

I finally had gotten through the green pea phase. I was now hardened up
physically and mentally by the job as well as the constant prodding and
camaraderie of other guys around me. My skin was now tanned dark, my arm
muscles toning up, my hands no longer soft as a babies butt, and I now had
magically taken on the look feel and aura of a construction dude that I had
always gotten so turned on by. It didn't take long for me to grow the
additude and bravado that comes with being part of a close knit group of
men either. I had become part of the team, a corps, a brotherhood of sorts.

That confidence and rising tide of testosterone even caused my sex to
evolve. I had become more aggressive and predatory by osmosis. It seemed I
felt the urge and reveled in the power of planting my own seed more often,
turning him over on his belly and jack-hammering his hole till he begs me
to cum inside him like the little bitch he is. Don't get me wrong I'm still
the Boss and his brother's dedicated bitch cunt and on my knees at the
service of my brothers, but really starting to fill in and grow my
wings. Now when I see a hot dude, it aint just his hairy dick I'm thinking
about tasting. I'm thinking about bending him over and powerfucking him
till I dump my load in his sweet stink hole. Not yet 25, but I was
startiing to really feel my manhood taking hold.

At the very least the scales of versatility have balanced when I spend
alone time with David. And we have been doing a lot of that at my place
after work. He and I had become a lot closer and spend as much time
together as possible. I hate to get gushy but I think I am in love with the
tattooed ex-con who has been playing a daddy and brother in my life a lot
lately. But I am the other man, he is still hitched with a bitch and hating
it. But that is the subject of the next chapter.

Today was the day I got the sudden urge to conquest and take down a piece
of new man ass for my own. It came out of nowhere without warning, but I
acted my gut and had the confidence to play it out for the first time. I
had been trying to get this particular house finished up and ready for
handing it over to the new owners by the weekend. Things weren't moving
along as quickly as they should. As usual, nothing gets done without a lot
of pushing and shoving with the sub contractors. After a lot of grinding
over the phone Ramundo our paint contractor relented to send one of his
guys out late on this afternoon to help touch up inside the house.

I wanted to bend him over a sawhorse and fuck his tight little ass right
there and then. Damn I was reeling the moment I saw him. I was hornier than
shit and this handsome butch little Mexican stud wasn't helping. The well
tanned young chico was about 5'-4 and 150 lbs and barely an adult. He was
driving so he was at least 16 I thought, but he had to be older....maybe
18-19.  He was handsome and cute in a way that was masculine cholo but
still boyish. His buzz cut head and lightly scattered black chin pubes gave
a hint of artistic intellectual finesse to his otherwise blue collar
appearance.  His tight bubble ass showed well through his loose white
painter's pants and his V-shaped torso outline tore at my retinas as I
watched him unload the paint buckets from his truck. I shook my head and
thought of heading to the blue outhouse and squeezing one off.

He finally came up to me and introduced himself as Jose. I looked him over
with a hungry glare, not hiding my scope at all. I didn't care, I was his
boss at the moment and he would'nt say a word about it even if he wanted
to. He asked me to show him what all needed to be done. I was tempted to
tell him I needed my cock cleaned off. But I needed the paintwork done more
than my own needs at the moment. My interest was piqued however as I picked
up on his trace flamboyant mannerisms as he spoke and responded to my
directives in half english half spanish senteces. He was not an overt flame
queen, but had an artistic air to him. He definitely had the razz-ma-tazz
going. His brown eyed gaze lingered on mine occasionally as we walked the
house and I pointed out all the areas in need of work. My hopes were up.

After I set him up on his punch-list I headed for one of jobsite porta
potties to handle my desperately throbbing cock. Once in the stinky warm
blue box I peeled open my 501's and leaned against the wall as I stroked my
shaved smooth 7" meat up to size, shutting my eyes and imagined my painter
boy bent over and taking it up his tight little ass. He arches his back and
groans under pressure as the veins of my fuck stick pass through his
sphincter violently. The slapping of my balls overcomes the sounds of his
moanings just before I blow my spunk deep into his Mexican stink hole. And
as I shoot I open my eyes and come back to the reality of my juice
splattering on graffitti'd up wall of the outhouse. Damn that felt good.

As I grabbed some toilet paper to clean my jizz off the blue plastic wall I
noticed the cartoon drawn above the piss trough. There was a big dick and
balls with a hand gripping it pointed to a cartoon man's ass. Just above
his ass was the word "BOOTS" written on his back. Nice. I was not going to
live this one down.  I imagined some of my fellow workmen popping one off
in the blue room thinking of banging my love chute during work hours. At
least I was among like minded dudes huh? Time to get back to work.

I made it back to see Jose and check on his progress. Even though it was
now October, it was still mildly warm. With no A/C on in the house, the
handsome chico was meandering around from room to room shirtlesss with
brush and bucket, hitting this and that.  I wondered where he had set his
sweaty T-shirt aside, thinking I wanted to get a good whiff of it. Damn I'm
a perv like that. But I had work to do and he was doing just fine here
without me sniffing around him. The day was running long for me as the
others all began heading home. I had to wait for Jose to finish up so the
new owners could get their keys tomorrow. So David and Josh told me to lock
up the jobsite and left me in charge of the island.

It was after five o'clock so I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge in
our office trailer and came back to the house to check my little chico's
progress. Finding him on his knees in the master bedroom trimming out some
baseboard I asked, "So how's it going stud?" He looked up and smiled at the
obvious compliment locking eyes with me and lingering for a few seconds. He
then replied in a heavy latin accent, "I'm almost done boss. Just this
room". I handed one of the cold ones his way with a smile and said, "You
want a one to cool off?".

He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow and cracked open the
bottle. "Gracias", he said as he took a good swig off it. I gave him a few
seconds to let the brew hit his gullet and relax him. "That's good", he
said wiping his brow with his forearm again. "Gracias". He set the beer
down and got back to painting and I headed off to check out what he had
done to make sure we got all the punch list items. Shortly thereafter he
walked by me in the kitchen and set his beer on the counter top. He then
began carrying his paint, tools and brushes outside to his truck.

He came back and told me he was all finished up and offered to take me
around and show me all his work.  "No need stud, I already checked it
out. You do pretty good work for a kid," I joked. I was drinking in his
lightly haired torso as he tipped his bottle of beer back and took the
final swig. His other hand rubbed over his flat stomach lightly as he
drank. "It tastes so good", he said. "You have more?" I finally said
chidingly, "You are old enough to drink right?" He got a nervous look on
his face at first but shortly realized I was kidding. "I'm old enough for
you to call me stud".  There was a slight buzz in the air so I went for it
and invited him to come back to the office trailer for another beer. He
smiled and agreed with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. I was getting giddy
as my dirty mind was on overdrive. I knew without a doubt I would have my
swimmers planted in his ass before long.  It was a powerful head trip,
knowing I had him.

We locked up the house and I rode with him in his old paint splattered
Nissan truck across the construction site to our job office. The office
trailer was ours as everyone had left for the day. I shut and locked the
door behind me as we stepped into the small musty office. It smelled strong
of sweat, leaky roof, cigarettes and a little bit of sex for good
measure. There was more dried cum on the floor in here than dirt. I threw
my hardhat down on the desk and headed to the corner to grab us a couple
more brews. On the way back he was facing out through the bent up
mini-blinds looking at the colorful of the sunset. His tight bubble but was
staring at me as sweat rolled down his back. I couldn't take it anymore. It
was now or never. I set the beers down and walked up behind him.

In one nervous and heart throbbing move I wrapped my hairy arms around his
upper torso and planted my groin against his backside. Before he had a
chance to react my right hand slid down and groped his package tightly and
my left palm slid sensually upward across his chest. Pressing my now
bulging package against his tight Mexican ass I laid my hairy chin across
his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "You have any idea how sexy you
are stud?"

He let out a quiet murmur as he leaned his head back and pushed his ass
into me while my arms and hands explored his frontal qualities. His sweaty
warm body melted like butter in my arms and began slithering slowly in my
arms. As my hands invaded the front of his painter's pants he turned his
face around to mine and we locked lips in a heated exchange of tongue on
tongue. His switch was flipped. He was on and so was I. He tried to turn
around and face me but I stopped him. "No, I want you like this for
now". He rolled his sweaty head back onto my shoulder as I humped my tight
bulge into his soft ass cheeks. Nibbling on his ear and rubbing my course
goatee on his neck, I had my hand in his pants slowly jacking up his sweaty
hairy uncut meat. He felt pretty well hung for such a slender little chico
. "I want to fuck that sweet little ass of your so bad chico", I whispered
desperately into his ear. "Will you let me fuck you?" I asked. This was his
chance to run but he pushed his ass harder toward my gyrating groin and
said "Si boss".

I then let loose of him and he turned around giving me a quick look with
those deep brown eyes with no shame at all. He then slid his white
painter's pants down and stepped out of them as I unbuttoned my 501's. When
my ripe 7" sweat stick popped out from captivity he spit on his hands and
gave it a good squeeze, pumping it a few times. "Pinga grande", was all he
said in a low voice.

"You want me to suck?" he asked.  "Naw", I said. "I just wanna fuck." He
nodded and replied, "Si boss". "Let me get some lube", I said.  "No", Jose
responded. "Just spit on it. I like". "You sure?" I asked. "Si boss. I tell
you when to spit more". He then bent down over the metal desk in the middle
of the office. He reached around with his hands and pulled his cheeks wide
showing off the thickest black nest of hairy asshole I had ever seen.

While he was likely pretty dirty down there the beer had gotten to my
head. His hole looked so inviting and delicious I could not help but to dig
into it with my tongue and plow through his bushes to eat him silly. Within
seconds I was on my knees, my hands on his cheeks pulling them apart as far
as I could muster. As I descended my mouth and nose into his sweaty stinky
ass crack my heart began to pound and beads of sweat popped from my
forehead. I went for it and buried my flaming writhing tongue into his
raunchy black hole hard and deep.

It was dirty, it tasted dirty at first but I my brain was minding over
matter and pushing my tongue further into his Mexican chute. His spindly
black ass hairs were tangling around my tongue like tall grasses as I
worked him for more of his man taste. The sweat and musk was overcoming my
senses. I could not get enough of his softening hole. I flithered and
ravaged, licking and sucking on his puckered hole while he moaned in
pleasure. "Yeah boss, oh yeah boss", he mumbled. My cock was starting to
run though and I had to take him now or I would soon blow on the floor.

I finally stood up and looked down at my butch boy with his back arched,
ready for my fuck. He turned his head back and looked at me with his dark
brown puppy dog eyes and furrowed brow. I spit in my hand a few times and
wetted up my cock, mixing it well with my streams of pre-cum. I was slick
as could be as I saddled up to Jose's tight little ass. The manly taste of
his love hole danced pungent in my mouth as I grabbed his hips and sank my
7" tool into him. He tensed up and let out a low moan as I went balls deep
slowly but surely.

Pulling out slowly and pressing back I continued the slow work in as his
palms grasped at the desk.  "Oh yeah. More boss", he murmured. "You have
done this before?" I asked as I sunk in all the way once more. "Si. My
brothers fuck all the time. Sometimes my papi too when he drunk", he
replied. How fucking kinky I thought as my dick throbbed inside the warm
wet chute of my little butch chico. I knew I would not last long but I did
my best to take him nice and slow for a couple minutes, savoring the
heavenly feel of his velvety tight Mexican hole and the sight of his back
sweating in the remains of the sunset light.

Feeling the time was near, I began pumping him harder and faster. "Oh, oh,
ahh ahh", he moaned. I began banging his tight butch ass as hard as my body
could. The smell of mansex filled the musty office trailer like a billowing
cloud as the sound of my balls slapping him got louder. Slap, slap, slap!
"Uhh, uhhh, Uhh!" I was now fucking his tight raw hole so hard it the desk
began sliding across the linoleum floor. I thought he would surely be
asking me to spit on my cock again, but he was just moaning and squirming
like a pro.

I was getting ready to cum so I slowed slightly to savor his warm squeezing
chute. But I felt the eruption coming so I slammed him fast and hard a
couple more times just before I went bang. The warm fluid freed up the
friction as my warm seed exploded into his chute. He was moaning
increasingly and humping toward me as I continued pumping my softening cock
into his wet stink hole. "My pinga! I'm gonna cum!", he cried. "Stay
fucking me boss!" As I continued massaging his leaking hole with my sloppy
cock he shuddered a couple times and let out a peaceful sigh. His warm
chico juice sprayed the front of the metal desk before him as his body went
limp.

I fell over on his sweaty back and put my head next to his as we caught our
breath. My hairy face grinding into his soft neck I whispered into his ear,
"Thanks Jose. That is just what I needed". He sighed quietly, "Si boss.
Gracias".

We finally composed ourselves and got our clothes buttoned back up. We did
the normal smile and giggle thing as we basked in the afterglow. I finally
handed him one of my cards and said, "If you ever get tired of working for
Ramundo or want a side job give me a ring. You do good work". He smiled
sheepishly. "But I work for my papi. Ramundo is my papi, you know we called
Ramundo and Sons Painting. I smiled at the revelation not having had a
fucking clue. Giddy with sex I said, "Of course. Then you can just come and
see me once in a while if you want". He smiled big again. "Si boss".

With that he left. It was time for me to lock up and get home.  But before
I left I got on my knees and licked up Jose's thick warm chico cum from the
front of the metal desk and what little had made it to the floor. If I only
had his sweaty T-shirt. Damn.

To be continued.