Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 17:37:23 +0100 (BST)
From: Benzedrine Bedlam <benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Three Stories Up

This story is entirely fictional, and if any of the characters bear any
resemblance to persons you know, well lucky you!

I would love to know your thoughts, so email me at
Benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk

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Thanks, Ben

Three Stories Up

Where I work, in London's square mile, there are a lot of construction
going on. You would think that having been there for 2,000 years, the City
would be pretty full, but with demolitions and conversions, there are
always lots of building sites. And, consequently lots of builders. My
office is on the third floor (that's the fourth to all you Americans who
can't count) it's an open plan office, so I don't get much privacy. What I
do have is a window, it's big and I more or less face it. Through this
window is my consolation for working there -- a building site. It's winter
now, so the guys are muffled up in thick trousers and baggy coats, but back
in the summer, when the building was in its early stages, I became quite
well acquainted with it.

I stared out of the window, the building was up to my level now, it's
amazing how quickly these new offices go up. I watched as a man sauntered
out across the beam nearest to me, barely 20' away, he seemed unconcerned
that he was three stories up in the air. He was tall, wearing tattered blue
jeans and a bright yellow safety vest over a white t-shirt. His shoulders
and arms were well developed, I could see the play of his muscles from my
window. I turned my scrutiny to his face, his hair was short and blonde, an
untidy fuzz above a strong face, his jaw line was sharp and firm, sweeping
down to a square chin. I could make out no more details of his face, as he
turned away from me and began to work on the structure of the building. He
was doing something with a tool, a drill of some kind, bent over the huge
metal frame which formed the guts of the building. I had a perfect view of
his back, long and lean, wide shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, and
down to the denim covered mound of his ass.

Staring through my window, I watched -- occasionally he would turn, and
though I quickly ducked back to my work, hiding behind my computer screen,
I'm sure he caught a glimpse of me, watching him. This went on for most of
the morning, and as lunch grew closer, the day grew hotter, my man stood
upright, and put down his drill (or whatever) he stretched his cramped
muscles and squinted up at the sun. He turned, and shouted something, I
could faintly hear, but the words were indistinct through the thick
double-glazing of our air-conditioned office.

I could feel my body react as the man pulled off the yellow safety vest he
wore, and then stripped off his white t-shirt, the chest he revealed was
hard and toned, muscles bulging in his arms, I gazed at his massive pecs,
furred with fine hair. His tits were large, with the defined squared off
look which only comes from hard, sweaty work. The hair on his chest led
down in a trail to the scruffy blue jeans, topped by a thick, leather
work-belt. He flexed his shoulders, bringing out the definition in his
chest, then tightened the muscles in his abdomen to give me a wonderful
view of his washboard stomach. I was drooling, I looked up to his face, he
was looking directly at me, a grin plastered over his face. I was caught!

There was no way I could look away, our eyes met, my cock ached. The man
shrugged, and put on his safety-vest, bending he picked up his drill and
returned to his work on the beam. But I could not return my concentration
to my miserable paper work, my mind was awash with lurid fantasies of the
man, how would his voice sound? Deep and strong, echoing from inside that
huge chest. What would he smell like? I dreamed of him, sweaty with the
odour of a working man.

Unable to concentrate, or even sit still, I decided I had suffered enough
and rose to go to lunch. As I grabbed my bag, I could see the builder
watching me. I turned and left the office. The day was deliciously warm,
the sun peeking through the gaps in the office blocks beat down on my face
and made me squint, so it was not until I was almost on top of him that I
realised the builder lounging against the wall before me was the builder I
had been watching all morning. He grinned at me, or did he leer?

He beckoned me with a jerk of his head, and strode off. I scurried after
him, almost losing him as he ducked into a gap in the fence surrounding the
building site. I followed as he led me to a construction cabin, he opened
the door, revealing a make-shift office. I scanned the tiny room, seeing
the scuff marks of dirty boots staining the lino floor and the walls
covered with site plans and charts, the desks with computer equipment and
strewn papers. The man stepped aside to allow me in. I spun round as I
heard him close and lock the door. He grinned at me.

Up close I could see his eyes were light blue and surrounded with laughter
lines, his eyes were crinkled up now in amusement.

"You were watching me, boy." He stated baldly. I was stunned into silence,
what was I doing? I had followed a man, a complete stranger, and now I was
locked in a trailer, completely at his mercy!

"I saw your face when I stripped, boy. Would you like me to strip now?" He
asked. My head spun, I had no idea what I wanted, whether to run away from
him or into his arms. He made the decision for me, striding across the few
feet that separated us. He took my chin in his hands, forcing me to meet
his eyes.

"What do you want, boy?" His voice was soft now, he was being gentle with
me.

"I--I--" I stammered, "I want to kiss you." I finally got out. No sooner
had I said the words, than his mouth descended on mine. His kiss filled my
senses, his tongue filled my mouth, possessing me utterly. I felt my body
go weak as I melted into his larger, stronger form. The builder had his
arms wrapped around me, they felt huge and powerful as he gathered my body
to his. He pulled away, grasping my shoulders he pushed me away from him, I
looked up into his face, he seemed passive, even stern, but a smile tugged
the corners of his mouth.

"What else do you want boy?" he demanded.  I felt at a loss to answer him,
unwilling to ask for my desires, wanting only to please him.

"I'll tell you what you want, then, seeing as you are being coy." he held
fast to my shoulders, staring deep into my eyes with his own light blue
gaze.

"You want to worship me, to get down and kneel at my alter." as he spoke he
pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees. I complied
readily, settling on the floor at his feet. I knelt before him, awaiting my
instructions. He unzipped his fly, and pulled my hand up to his crotch, I
felt the intense heat of his body as he drew my hand into his trousers. He
withdrew his hand, allowing me to set my own pace, I fingered his cock
lightly, feeling its bulk swelling beneath my teasing touch. I moved my
face to his mound, inhaling his scent deeply, I felt a murmur escape my
throat as his musk filled my senses. I began to kiss and nibble at his cock
wrapped in the thin material of his boxers. He reached down to me, gently
pulling my face away. He pulled his steel hard cock free of the confining
underwear, giving me a fine view of his straining meat.

I moved to it, gently nudging it with the tip of my tongue, I felt him
groan in satisfaction as my moist tongue made contact with his sensitive
prick. I began to lick up his cock with long, cat-like strokes, as I
reached the crown of his glorious cock I circled the head with my tongue.

"Oh yes, that's so good, mmm" he was breathing faster now and letting out
low moans as I increased the fervour of my cock-worship.

"Ah, ahh, yes, yes!" He gasped loudly as I took his dick deep into my
mouth, swallowing it into my throat. He continued to moan and gasp as I
bobbed up and down on his mighty prick, alternately licking up his cock and
deep throating it.

"Yes! Do it, make my cum, milk me! Oh, I'm ready oh YES!" He was breathing
heavily now, grunting as he exhaled. From my position on the ground I could
feel his knees trembling and knew he was ready to shoot.

"Oh yes, take it, take my cum, urggghh!" He yelled out as his cream began
to flood my mouth. I swallowed as each spurt hit the back of my mouth but
the volume of his cum overtook me and flowed out of my mouth. I licked my
lips and began to lick his cock clean, sucking the last drops from his
still hard dick.

He pulled me to my feet, surprising me with his strength and kissed me
fiercely.

"Better get back to work, kid." He told me, I followed his glance to the
clock on the wall and realised that I had barely minutes to get back to my
desk. As I hurried into the building, my stomach rumbled, but the cum it
had been fed was all I would taste for the rest of the day. I was not
complaining!


I would love to know your thoughts, so email me at
Benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk

Please quote the story title, so I know which story you are referring to.
Thanks, Ben