Date: Fri, 29 May 2009 10:52:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skinhead-Construction 5

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The next morning in fact I got a call from a haggard and hung-over sounding
David at about 8:30am. "Hey bro, sorry to call you so early", he said
apologetically. "I'm fucking hung over like a muther fucker. You got any of
that good weed over there? I sure could use a toke up. I`ll make it worth
your while". I was already rolling in bed half awake and stroking my cock
as I do every morning. "Sure, come on over I'll take care of ya," I
replied. "I'm in number 1728 in the back by the pool".

A short ten minutes later I heard his truck outside my apartment bedroom
window hastily making its way into a parking space. I counted off the ticks
from the time his truck's creaky door slammed until I heard a knock at my
own. I rolled from my messy bed and got to the door. Naked with my cock at
half staff from stroking in anticipation, I peered through the eyeglass to
make sure. It was David.

There was his bald head, thick red side chops and goatee and a sick look on
his rough skinned face. He was wearing a black Iron Maiden T-Shirt over a
pair of loose grey sweats that hung over his muscular ass and legs the way
they should. He had slipped on his dirty leather work boots to complete the
look. I could lick every square inch of his body for hours I thought.

Standing behind the door I pulled it open and let him in. "Hey", he said
looking my body over. "Thanks for letting me come over bro, I really feel
like shit". He reached out and held my rubbery 7" cock in his hand and
squeezed it while wrapping his other muscled arm around me, resting his
chin on my shoulder in a slow lingering hug.  He smelled like he had not
showered, like alcohol and cigarettes to high hell. Zing!

After our cock hardening greeting I said "Come on", and led him down the
hall to my bedroom. Laying on the bed I grabbed my stash from the
nightstand and packed a bowl of the mean green in my pipe. He sat eagerly
on the edge of the bed as I handed it to him. He sparked up the lighter and
drew in the healing smoke as I watched the bowl glow red. He handed it to
me and I took a draw. We passed it a couple more times without talking
before it was dust.

He then laid back on the bed next to me and we cuddled slowly and quietly
for a few minutes, basking in the fresh morning buzz of Humbolt green. It
was so hot. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed playfully in
our high, grinding our packages against each other, getting hard and
sweaty. Neither of us had showered and smelled like men who had sweat all
night in bed, like a locker room after a game.

He finally peeled off his T-Shirt and threw it on the floor. Still wearing
his sweats and work boots, he slid down a ways and began giving some stud
attention to my cock. His bushy red goatee scuffed at my balls as he began
licking and smooching on my hard shaft. He then took me into his mouth and
began sucking and slurping me with urgency. His rough palms laid on my
chest rubbing me and pinching my nipples playfully as he massaged my stick
wit his warm wet tongue.

While I didn't mind being on the bitch end of this big skinhead
construction stud, he was proving pretty versatile after all. I was
starting to get that "Daddy" complex with him for the first time. He knew
how to suck cock pretty good too for a dude with an old lady at home!
Slithering his tongue and deep throating my leaking fuck stick, he was
getting me ready to blow in short order. The smell of our bodies in the
heat of it all was rising and I was high as a kite.

Then he pulled his writhing mouth off my dick and hastily pulled off his
boots and sweats. They thumped to the floor as he crawled up on top of me,
straddling my chest. We tongued briefly in heat as I laid under the weight
of this 200lb muscle stud.  He then reached around and guided my wet
throbbing cock in between his cheeks. Pushing his dry hairy cherry against
the head of my oozing 7" rod, he sat back upright. Wet from his spit and my
precum flow, I slid into his red haired nest slowly as he let the weight of
his body down on my cock.

It felt so good inside of his warm tight chute. His velvety warm cunt slid
onto me like a leather glove as his muscle but cheeks rested in my
groin. Bracing himself, he rubbed my chest with is sandpapery hands and
began to ride my dick. His mouth dropped open and he rolled his eyes back
in his skull as he moaned, "Ohhhhh yeah, that feels so fuckin good bro". It
felt good to him, but I was about to blow off and he was just getting
seated.

Holding me down, the muscle stud grinded up and down on my cock heavy and
hard, grunting deep from the gut. "Uhh, uhhh, uhhh, yeah." I pushed up into
his as much as I could but his massive muscled body was no match for my
slender light frame. Finally he leaned down on my chest and we kissed again
before he bear hugged me and rolled us over onto his back. Now on top of
this tatted up skin stud I was able to lay into him with all of my might
for a change.

He grabbed my head and pulled me into a rough sloppy kiss again and then
looked me in the eye. "Come on, give it to me hard bro," he
invited. Pulling his thick muscular thighs up around my torso I spit on my
cock and wet it up again and slid into his stink hole. He closed his eyes
and furrowed his brow as I began jack hammering him as hard as I could,
hitting his G-spot as much as I could. His hairy thick legs clenched around
my ass tightly as he clenched his jaw and grunted, "Come on bro,
harder....harder".

Surprised at this construction stud's hunger for cock, I gave it what he
came for. Slap, Slap, Slap! The sound and smell of man sex echoed in the
room as I pounded his tight pasty hole, riding the muscle bitch hard and
fast. He began jacking his uncut cock as I plugged him good, his head
rolling around in my pillow, his eyes locked on mine with a wanting
desire. "Come oooonnnnn!, Yeah" he moaned as he shot a rope of his sweet
stick white across his chest and face. "Yeah, come on yea!"  Jacking his
cock violently he shot three more spurts off seed onto himself, his face
and my headboard. Damn!

I leaned down and lapped up a mouthful of his stud seed from his hairy
tattooed chest and his goatee and kissed him, tonguing his juices in our
mouths as I continued to slide in and out of his cunt. Our bodies
lubricated with his spunk, I slid back and forth on him as I fucked the
last yards to the goal post.  Feeling the tight tingle in my inner sanctum
I soon exploded into the muscle stud's stinky fuck hole, filling him with
four good long squirts of my own breed. I then fell on top of him and we
laid together in our high sweating and kissing, sticking together in our
mess.

After we came down a bit I asked, "So you have to get going now?". Laying
there next to me he said, "No, my old lady went up to Redding this weekend
to see her sister, wont be home til late tonight. I got nothing going
today". I smiled, "You're welcome to hang out here with me if you want". He
smiled and we kissed again. "Cool, I'd like that".  We cuddled some more
and fell back asleep as we had both been up late and were tired.

A couple of hours later we found ourselves awake again, stirring together
in the stained man-stenched sheets of my bed.  The light coming through the
blinds could not be ignored this time. I grabbed my pipe and packed another
bowl of mean ganga which we both smoked down, sending our heads in to an
electric vibrating fog once again. "My hangover is fuckin gone now! So is
it time to get up?" he asked kiddingly. "I guess so." I replied and then
invited, "Lets take a shower". He got a wide smile on his face and squeezed
my cock, "Let do".